The Villain Couple Adopted the Righteous Male Lead - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Thinking of how our daughter had ended up pierced through by countless arrows in my previous life, Tu Laoliu and I huddled together to discuss it.

“The two of us raising a child might end up raising her crooked. How about… we let Lu Tianxing do it?”

“That sanctimonious coffin face? What kind of decent daughter could he raise?”

“Didn’t he raise that little junior sister of his pretty well? She became the number one talented lady in the martial world!”

“…You have a point.”

And so, we tossed Pang Ya over to Lu Tianxing. “You. From today on, you’re taking care of your little sister.”

Lu Tianxing glanced at his plump little sister, took a deep breath, and endured it.

From then on, Lu Tianxing changed his name to Tu Shiliang and became one of the little bandits of Heishan Stockade.

The little bandits in the stockade didn’t have to rob people.

They had to chop firewood, farm, raise chickens, ducks, rabbits, and mountain boars, and practice with slingshots.

Lu Tianxing came from Sword Sect and was a favored son of heaven. When had he ever done rough work like this?

He was chased all over by a mountain boar and even lost one of his shoes.

Holding Pang Ya in my arms, I cackled with laughter. “Girl, look at your brother. He’s so stupid, hahaha.”

Tu Laoliu tossed his heavy old axe into Lu Tianxing’s arms, taught him how to chop firewood, and assigned him a task. “These twenty stumps. If you don’t finish chopping them, you’re not allowed to sleep.”

Lu Tianxing, that poor little bitter gourd, stayed up for two whole nights. Exhausted and aching all over, he finally finished chopping the firewood.

Tu Laoliu stacked the bundled firewood at the door, waiting for the Second Chief to send someone to collect it.

Lu Tianxing frowned. “Isn’t this firewood for our own use?”

I shook my head. “There are lots of old folks in the stockade who lost their children, and widows whose men died. Chopping firewood takes too much strength for them. Doesn’t Aunt Liu across the way rely on the stockade to distribute firewood to her?”

Aunt Liu was sickly. Three years ago, her husband went down the mountain to rob a wealthy merchant, only to be beaten to death by the martial retainers the merchant had hired.

Since then, she had been raising two children who hadn’t even been weaned yet, surviving on the stockade’s help.

Lu Tianxing glanced across the way. Two little boys, neither as sturdy as Pang Ya, were hiding behind Aunt Liu, staring longingly at the big bundles of firewood by our door.

All of a sudden, he felt that this den of bandits wasn’t quite so detestable after all.

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The one who came to collect the firewood was the Second Chief, who was also the Chief’s mother.

When she saw bundle after bundle of firewood, she started making snide remarks again. “You finally turned in the full amount this time. I told you long ago there was no use raising a girl. In the end, didn’t you still have to pick up a boy and bring him back?”

Pang Ya’s expression changed at once. “Who are you looking down on, you stinking old hag? When I grow up, I’ll be an overlord in my own right!”

The Second Chief pinched her chubby cheek. “An overlord? With those tiny arms and legs of yours?”

Pang Ya jumped up, ready to fight her on the spot.

Lu Tianxing grabbed her by the collar and hauled her back. “Fighting and cursing will make you ugly. You’re supposed to be the Demon Cult Enchantress’s little sweetheart.”

Pang Ya: “…”

She immediately shut her mouth, pointed at the firewood, and told the Second Chief to take it and get lost.

The Second Chief was just about to mock us a few more times when Lu Tianxing stepped forward. “My parents still need to cook for me and my little sister. Second Chief, if you’re done counting, please go back.”

Although he was only eight years old and dressed in plain cloth, his expression was proud and his gaze icy. Somehow, he intimidated the Second Chief into taking half a step back. She left in a huff.

“Chan Niang, don’t think you’re so great just because you picked up a son. Hmph.”

The Second Chief was a widow with no real ability of her own. She relied on her son to hold her head high, so she looked down equally on every woman in the stockade who had no sons.

I was young and had no son, so she had bullied me for years.

Even Tu Laoliu was mocked by the people in the stockade for being unable to father a brat with a handle, called a useless man.

This was the first time someone had ever stood up for us.

Pang Ya ran over and gently patted my head. “Mother, when I become a Demon Cult Enchantress in the future, and Brother becomes a World-Chaos Demon King, I promise they won’t dare bully you anymore!”

Because Lu Tianxing had protected us, she started calling him “Brother,” and even wanted him to work hard to become a great demon lord.

All I could do was laugh dryly.

How should I put it? I really had no experience when it came to raising demon lords.