The moment Meng Xiaolou helped Ximen Tinghua up,
the mournful, plaintive sound of the zither suddenly stopped.
At that moment, the young girl had just been preparing to turn and slip away. When she saw that the music had ceased and the invisible shackle in the air had vanished without a trace,
she looked surprised, then smiled at Tang Shisan. "Why'd you stop playing? Keep going. I was just about to lose it..."
Tang Shisan's mouth twitched. She smiled and said, "Wang Xian, I never expected that after you toyed with all the heroes under heaven on the Heavenly Road, you'd come back and start playing with these demons and monsters."
"Alas!"
A sigh sounded in the night.
Before the girl could recover, Wang Xian, dressed in white, was already standing beside Meng Xiaolou.
He held out a hand. "Hand over the antidote."
"Who are you?" The girl patted her chest and snapped, "Did you kill my subordinates? Do you know whose territory this is?"
Wang Xian shook his head. "You poisoned my friend. I killed those monsters so they could hurry off to be reborn. May they avoid becoming demons in the abyss in their next lives."
Meng Xiaolou thought for a moment, then chuckled. "My brother kills demons when he meets them and subdues devils when he encounters them. He's the greatest Demon King of this age. Little monster, shouldn't you kneel before your ancestor?"
The girl stared at Wang Xian, then suddenly smiled. "Don't tell me you think sleeping in a temple makes you some merciful bodhisattva?"
"No."
Wang Xian yawned. "You interrupted my dream. Hand over the antidote, and don't make me use force."
At that, Meng Xiaolou sat down on the stone steps with Ximen Tinghua in his arms, and Tang Shisan returned to her