A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Chapter 15 I want to kiss you, but why does someone keep interrupting me?

"I want a kiss!"

Once this thought was born in Lin Yan's mind, it couldn't be erased.

"But what is she thinking right now? Would it be inappropriate to just stick to her like that..."

Lin Yan rested her chin on her hand, her brain racing.

He was now using all the wisdom he had gained from strategizing in another world to figure out how to openly take advantage of his wife.

"Got it!"

Lin Yan suddenly turned his head.

"Do you remember our battle against the Frost Dragon?"

Syl's head was tilted slightly, and her hair slid down her shoulders.

"I remember, what's wrong?"

Lin Yan frowned, looking troubled yet intently studying.

"I used arcane attack magic in that battle, but the target was off. You remember? It was supposed to hit the dragon's neck, but it missed."

Syl thought for a moment.

"Hmm... The Frost Dragon's breath disrupted the magic field, affecting your magic at the end, and the stability of your magic output is still lacking."

Lin Yan nodded and moved a little closer to Xier.

"Yes, that's it! So I'd like to ask you, as an archmage of the elves, could you teach me how to improve my spellcasting accuracy?"

"Elf spellcasting training..."

When the topic of combat came up, Sir immediately switched into serious teaching mode.

"We undergo extremely rigorous magic training from a young age."

She paused, then looked up at the distance.

"Back then, it was my mother who trained me. To help me memorize the optimal route for magic to flow through my body, and the muscle memory needed to lock onto a target, my mother would..."

At this point, Syl's voice suddenly faltered.

What will happen to her?

Lin Yan suppressed a smile and asked again, feigning confusion.

Syl's eyes widened slightly, as if she had finally realized something.

Her ear tips twitched involuntarily, and a shiver ran down her neck.

"My mother would... hug me from behind."

Syl's voice grew softer and softer, like a mosquito's hum, and her eyes began to dart around, not daring to look at Lin Yan at all.

"Then... she took my wrist and guided my magic to flow along her direction... practicing tirelessly again and again... until I remembered the feeling..."

With his head down, Syle's mind was racing.

Sitting opposite him, Lin Yan looked at his wife's long ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his mind was racing with all sorts of plans.

"It's done!"

Both of them harbored ulterior motives.

……

"I see, that sounds like a very scientific and efficient training method."

Lin Yan nodded solemnly and silently extended his right hand.

"Instructor Nasser, shall we begin training now? I'm ready."

"Hmm... Since it's your request, my dear, as your wife, I should do my best to help you."

While using an extremely serious tone to mask his panic, Siel slowly moved his body.

A faint, fresh scent of grass and trees instantly enveloped Lin Yan.

"Honey, focus..."

"Follow my magic... take it slow..."

A gentle breeze swept across the reservoir, creating ripples.

"What a strange feeling..."

That's what Syl thought.

Bang! A sudden, loud noise.

Then came a series of falls and shouts, which came out of nowhere.

Then, Sil subconsciously drew a guiding trajectory in the air.

Without uttering a single word of the guiding incantation, the magic was already released.

"...Wait a minute..."

Syl's magic blew through the dam.

! ! ! !

"Who on earth is it that keeps interrupting my date with my sweetheart?"

Syl clenched his fist.

They walked toward the sound.

On the dirt road, several figures came into view.

Lin Yan recognized two of them as the village thugs who had caused trouble at his shop.

They each held a branch broken off a tree, surrounded one person, poking at him and laughing.

The one who got poked was a village guardian.

The villagers all called him Uncle Han. He was in his forties and his mind had gone mad.

He was being poked with a twig, his shoulders were hunched, his head was down, and he was mumbling something incoherently. One hand was covering his reddened back, and the other was covering something in his arms.

"Hey, uncle, what good stuff are you hiding in your arms? Let me see!"

Someone leaped forward and kicked him, knocking him to the ground, and the people around immediately laughed.

Lin Yan stood a short distance away, watching this scene, his face slowly darkening.

He hadn't even had a chance to take a step.

The temperature around me suddenly dropped several degrees.

Syl stood beside him, her eyes had changed, now showing the look she only had when she was truly angry.

Her fingertips lit up.

"Bang!"

The people who were laughing just a second ago didn't even realize what was happening before their calves were hit.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Before their screams could even escape, the excruciating pain destroyed their consciousness.

Several thugs collapsed on the dirt road, their legs a bloody mess, twisted at an angle.

"well……"

Lin Yan sighed helplessly, quickly stepped forward, and grabbed Xier's hand.

"I wonder why Syl is so angry today?"

"Leave it to me."

Lin Yan stepped forward and began to cast a spell.

Advanced healing techniques and memory erasure.

Under the golden light, the severed legs of the group regenerated and reassembled at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state in just a few seconds.

He then fell into a deep coma.

Lin Yan casually waved his hand, and a spatial ripple spread through the air.

He threw these scoundrels directly into the village's cowshed.

When they wake up, besides being covered in cow dung and having splitting headaches, they will only think that they have drunk too much and accidentally fallen, and know nothing about magic.

After doing all this, Lin Yan turned around and gently cupped Xier's cheeks in her hands.

Looking at her slightly reddened eyes, Lin Yan's tone was extremely serious.

"Sier, I promise you. I will take care of the bad guys in the village in my own way."

The idyllic rural landscape amplifies the two extremes of human nature.

This place possesses the most genuine simplicity and honesty, just like how Uncle Fang, even when squeezing back into his old house, generously gave up his best self-built house facing the street. Just like how relatives, though not very knowledgeable, still contributed their efforts to help.

It's a kind of human connection rooted in the soil, a warmth felt when facing the loess earth.

But similarly, the most primal malice also grows in the corners where sunlight cannot penetrate.

Isolation, poverty, and lack of education have fostered a vicious cycle of mutual harm among the lower classes in some corners of society, along with a jealousy that makes people unable to bear seeing others succeed.

This kind of evil doesn't require any deep-seated hatred; it's often just because it's interesting.

Great good and great evil, warmth and tyranny, are intertwined on this backward land.

Feeling her husband's warmth, the coldness in Sil's eyes faded, and she nodded obediently.

After comforting his wife, Lin Yan turned to look at the simple-minded uncle huddled under the tree.