Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Deceiving.

What kind of monster!He is not!

In the nightmare, Feng Xi stared hostilely and angrily at the black mist in front of him.

And... the master promised that he would not let him go back to the past, he, he believed him.

As if reading the meaning in his eyes, the black mist laughed out loud, laughing at his innocence, or calling it stupid is not an exaggeration.

"You seem to have forgotten, why did he come to you?" The black mist that searched his memory did not hesitate to expose his self-deceiving excuses.

"He hopes that you can be the sharpest sword in his hand, but, you...you are too weak, jie jie jie—"

"You are no match for anyone. Your face was trampled on the ground, and you cultivated those decent minds of famous families. You have no progress, Jie Jie, yes, how can you make progress, you are a devil, you should use the devil Cultivation is the right way, what is self-cultivation, what is calm, it is not right, you should be bloodthirsty and flesh-eating, and taking people's cultivation is what you should do... Tsk, for example, your good master, his cultivation is very delicious .” Hei Mist seemed to have thought of something, revealing a salivating and disgusting voice.

"Shut up, don't even think about it!" Feng Xi's face was pale.

"Jie Jie——" Seeing that he was pinching his sore spot, Hei Wu managed to smile slyly, "I don't want to, it's hard to guarantee that you won't want to in the future, so just be stubborn now, one day, sooner or later, you will recognize the reality—" It said more and more Later, the tone became more eerie and weird, and Feng Xi's face became paler when he heard it.

So much so that on the way back to Cang Cui Peak the next day, he was always unhappy. In the carriage, Song Le thought it was because he had a nightmare and didn't sleep well. He glanced at the soft couch behind him and said, "Come here, go to the couch to rest for a while. Son.".

Feng Xi nodded, his expression softened, and he obeyed obediently. Xia Yanran's face next to him became a little colder. When Song Lesao saw it, his old face was embarrassed. Did she become a bit partial?

Thinking that Xia Yanran is still a child after all, Song Le could only cough and then asked lightly: "Yanran, do you want to take a rest too? Sitting all the time is too tiring."

Hearing this, Xia Yanran put away the coldness on his face, frowned, and nodded aggrievedly.

But Feng Xi at the side had darkened his eyes.

Song Le: "..." Why is the atmosphere so weird?

She raised her eyebrows secretly, shook off the inexplicable feeling, and continued to concentrate on reading the book in her hand.

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The climate is getting colder, and there will be fine snow from time to time. Before you know it, it has come to the winter when you need to wrap up the quilt tightly to sleep.

After returning to Cangcui Peak, Song Le bought Feng Xi a thick quilt and a soft bed, and the kindness and specialness towards him became more and more obvious.

Until this day, after seeing him teach Feng Xi to write by hand, Xia Yanran couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed into Song Le's room that night with a complicated expression, her thin lips moved, extremely aggrieved and puzzled, and said: "Master, What did I do wrong... I, how can I be inferior to that little beggar?!"

Why is it so neglected.

Song Le was stunned for a moment, but she was actually aware of Xia Yanran's patience and outburst these days.

It's just... no matter how cute, clingy, or wronged he is now, Song Le will never forget how Song Wuyou's most beloved disciple, how she lost her reputation, cultivation, future, and people's hearts. , Cruelly ordered people to goug out her eyes, and said sarcastically: "How can you be such a low-spirited person to live in this world?"

Maybe Song Wuyou was bad, but this bad guy Song Wuyou was sincerely kind to Xia Yanran.

How could such a sincere heart have expected such an end.

... Song Le hates betrayal, so no matter how harmless Xia Yanran is now, she can't feel any trust and sympathy for Xia Yanran.

Settling her mind, Song Le raised her eyes after recovering slowly, staring lightly at Xia Yanran's red eye sockets, and opened her lips.