Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1257 - 821: Pig Demon and Wedding (Part 2)
Baili An coughed lightly and said, "The young ladies in the town are all ordinary folks without any cultivation, naturally they dare not risk facing the pig demon, but you’re different..."
"I don’t care! Marriage is a major event in life, how can it be so rash!" No matter what Baili An said, she refused even unto death.
For once, Zhao Baixun remained silent, his eyes brightly watching.
Regarding Baili An’s viewpoint, he unusually didn’t interrupt to express dissent.
Baili An continued, "This is a fake marriage, it’s not real; besides, if the pig demon isn’t eliminated, we cannot leave here, nor can we rescue those poor women.
You are kind-hearted and a good person; can you bear to let them bid farewell to their families forever? In this town, there are many infants who lost their mothers and haven’t been breastfed yet, crying for milk every day; can you bear to see these babies born without mothers?"
The young lady calmed down, her firm expression softened, and she cried with a small face, "But...but...but who should I marry?"
"Ahem..." Zhao Baixun, in a very serious manner, coughed twice, reminding everyone of his presence, his back even straighter to show off his elegant demeanor.
However, sometimes a pig teammate beside you can indeed play a crucial role.
Just like Li Fuyuan, he gnawed on pig’s feet, seemingly very carefree, saying without a heart or mind, "Isn’t this obvious? You fancy that Baili boy over there, don’t you want to absorb his cultivation? Just marry him then!"
Just marry him then...
Then...
Done...
Tie Yun accidentally broke off a corner of the table.
Zhao Baixun suddenly twisted his neck with such force that Tie Yun next to him even heard the sound of bone dislocation.
He looked incredulously at his pig teammate behind him, his sclera filled with fierce blood vessels, as if he was about to pounce on him to tear him apart in the next moment.
Li Fuyuan shrank his neck, looking bewildered, "Did I say something wrong?"
Baili An looked awkward.
The young lady wearily rubbed her aching temples, not wanting to dwell on this matter, and weakly said, "Alright, let it be decided then."
She weighed it in her heart too; although this boy’s strength was a bit low, he was the most pleasing among these four people.
Besides, it’s just a fake marriage, so it doesn’t seem so hard to accept.
"No! Absolutely not!" Zhao Baixun roared, turning his neck back again.
The young lady said expressionlessly, "Why not?"
"This boy isn’t worthy of you!" Zhao Baixun exclaimed.
The young lady sneered, "It’s a fake marriage, what’s the issue of worthiness, or is the Young Palace Master himself harboring some crooked thoughts?"
Zhao Baixun’s face stiffened, for a moment grasped for an excuse, "I... I... what I mean is, his strength is too low, he won’t be able to protect you in crucial moments."
"I don’t need others to protect me." The young lady ruthlessly shattered his last hope.
Unable to change the reality, Zhao Baixun sat dispiritedly on the chair dumbfounded, silent for a long time...
With facts already established, Zhao Baixun sorrowfully found himself unable to do anything now.
The only thing he could do was to go to town with his companion, a pig teammate, to prepare new wedding attire and invite a tailor.
It was enough to make him furious!
Baili An sighed emotionally; his first wedding ever turns out to be a fake one, with someone whose name he doesn’t even know, not even considering her a friend.
When Xiao Er learned about it, he was so shocked he couldn’t close his mouth.
This development was rather fast indeed.
But Xiao Er was not a fool; after a moment’s thought, he vaguely guessed the true purpose behind such a rushed wedding.
After understanding this, Xiao Er felt greatly moved in his heart, becoming even more familiar with Baili An.
He patted Baili An’s somewhat slim shoulder enthusiastically, eagerly offering to host the wedding at their inn, with drinks and meals all on him.
Baili An didn’t understand this major gesture and asked him why, when he was just a small servant at the inn, he had such authority.
This question touched Xiao Er’s sore spot.
After several rounds of conversation,
Baili An finally learned that the inn was indeed run single-handedly by Cuihua’s old father, who unfortunately passed away last year.
With the town being remote and not much flow of guests, the inn wasn’t very formal.
After Cuihua’s father passed away, Xiao Er naturally became the mainstay here.
Xiao Er managed things himself in the inn, with two elderly chefs in the kitchen, and his wife Cuihua handling accounting.
Now that Cuihua too was caught by the pig demon, the people of the inn became even fewer.
Baili An listened and sighed deeply.
However, considering the wedding was just protocol, mainly to draw out the pig demon,
he thought holding it at the inn would be quite convenient, and thus entrusted Xiao Er to handle the affair, borrowing his inn’s place.
As Baili An and Xiao Er happily conversed, the bun girl neglected in a small corner snorted coldly.
When getting up, she expressed her bad mood by kicking over a small stool, then lifting her skirt as she "thump thump thump..." went upstairs to her room.
Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, then, realizing, he teased Baili An:
"Your little wife’s temper is not small, quite comparable to Cuihua back then, you boy... will suffer for it in the future..."
