I'm being targeted by the villains

God is so difficult, and completing this task is even more difficult than heaven.

"What did I do wrong again? I just want to be resurrected. I want to cherish my life. I have never done anything evil in my life. Why can bad people scream at the sky, but I wait for a good person but I can only struggle here, Gu Changqing, tell me what kind of truth this world is like."

This is the first time that Wen Qing began to question her own life. She began to think what kind of truth is in the world other than this game system. She just wanted to experience the suffering of life from the beginning. It's over, she has already given up her emotions and desires, what else is there for her to give up?

Compared to Wen Qing's snarl, Gu Changqing seemed to be very calm. The man put his hand on her face and rubbed it lightly: "Wen Qing, have you seen anyone in the Devil's Cult?"

The man won't let her turn back, he will only pull him back to reality step by step, even in the swamp, he will drag her up.

The woman was still squatting on the ground with her arms around her chest, like a little rabbit, and Gu Changqing's body covered her in the shadow, and the bodies of the two formed a closed space, which made Wen Qing feel a little bit awkward. warmth.

And maybe it was Gu Changqing's words that extinguished her distressed anger, and she regained some reason when she spoke: "I haven't seen it before, but the Wen family's life-threatening rope is such a powerful thing, people from the Demon Cult can easily do it!" You and Wen Zian spoke in the tone just now, I have already expected how evil the people of the Demon Cult are. Gu Changqing, I am just a little woman, I am not very capable, I cannot save the common people in the world , I can't do anything for the Three Realms."

Wen Qing changed the subject, pulled Gu Changqing's wrist, and suddenly shouted that tears flowed from her eyes. The oil-paper umbrella had already supported her, but the scenery under the umbrella was far more intense than the wind and rain outside. .

Gu Changqing simply put the oiled paper umbrella aside, and the wind and rain poured into the bodies of the two of them instantly, and the rain poured onto Wen Qing's hair, making the hair stick to her clear skin like a lotus flower that has withstood the wind It was raining.

The woman's voice was hoarse, and she cried, "Gu Changqing, I don't want to eradicate any demonic sect, and I don't know what people in the demonic sect are like. I just know that it's too difficult, and it's too difficult for me. It's difficult, I don't know how many things I have to go through, I'm scared."

She's just a woman, so it shouldn't be a problem for her to back down.

Gu Changqing did smile suddenly, the impression of this man was that he was cold and unappealing, but when he smiled, he seemed to melt away all the wind and rain around him and turn it into a warm current: "Don't be afraid to have me by your side Well, have you forgotten who I am? I am Gu Changqing, and I am the marshal of the system. This system was built by me, and the Demon Cult was also invented and created by me. Will I not be able to beat you?"

Even if the woman said a thousand words, but the man in front of him just said a short sentence, which pulled him back from the thorny path back to the Sunshine Avenue.

Wen Qing looked up at him, the man's counselor lowered his eyebrows and his eyes were picturesque, like a towering green hill in the distance, but the storm in his eyes was not much lower than the one outside.

This is the first time Wen Qing stretched out his hand so proactively. He slowly touched the man's nose, and the cold bones touched the woman's soft hand. The woman suddenly laughed like a lily blooming: "You will help me as you said. Gu Changqing, you will help me as you said, and you will help me as you said."

The woman spoke sentence after sentence, as if she wanted to confirm the authenticity of the sentence.

Gu Changqing stretched out his hand, and it was like a god descending in front of Wen Qing: "I said I will help you, and I will always help you."

Putting Wen Qing's hand in Gu Changqing's, the two of them stood up slowly, and then all the storm seemed to dissipate around them automatically, and the man's firm and powerful arms encircled her into his embrace The woman just smelled the faint scent of sandalwood from the man, which was unique to Gu Changqing, and it was also the smell that Wen Qing had smelled countless times.

In the end, Wen Qing slowly felt unwilling and wronged, but felt that she finally had a feeling that she could rely on.

What about the Demon Cult and the Demon World? Wen Qing, who was created out of thin air, can make it disappear out of thin air.

It's just that this scene fell into the eyes of Wen Zian who was standing not far away. The sword in the man's hand slid down along the raindrops. Although he didn't hold an umbrella, the rain pouring on his head didn't appear to be a bit embarrassing.

He still looked foolish, looked down at the sword in his hand, and finally Wen Zi'an said: "Cousin, cousin, have you forgotten? The most untainted thing in this world is love. As long as you are contaminated, you will always fall into a place of eternal doom."

After saying a word, he turned around and walked forward slowly. Wen Zian raised his head and looked outside. Suddenly, the wind and rain disappeared and the sun shone on his face.

The crystal-clear universe just now disappeared suddenly, and the magnificent scenery seemed to be only seen in this game system.

But what awaits him in front of them is not a demon that cannot be eradicated, nor is it a hell beyond redemption, but the double torture of love and love.

The original purpose of the three of them was to eradicate the Painted Skin Master, because a lot of time was delayed in the middle, so by the time they found the Painted Skin Master's residence, it was already evening.

Day and night come and go, the light disappears, and the monsters hidden in the darkness seem to have found their own place to live.Wen Qing had already changed into black clothes. Taking advantage of the woman's coldness, the black clothes floated in front of his eyes, making it hard to see how much moisture was hidden in the eyes.

It's just that Wen Qing looked at a small house in front of him and found it very ridiculous. He couldn't help but turned his head and looked around, but the side was overgrown with weeds and was extremely dilapidated. Hongyuan Town didn't look as prosperous as it did.

Wen Qing couldn't help frowning: "Does the painter who has been hiding in Hongyuan Town for a hundred years even live in this place? This is too cheap."

The woman talked in front of her involuntary fingers, and what caught their eyes was an extremely dilapidated small room. The small room was arranged several meters wide, and all the doors and windows had been pierced, as if blown by a strong wind. The huts no longer exist.

"You also said that he is a painted skin master. He is naturally a monster. The painted skin exists to imitate the appearance of a human. There is no shelter at all. It is good to have a shelter from the wind and rain."