Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Qinglian stared at Song Hongli blankly, her lips were pale.

Every time he and Song Hongli looked at each other, every breath, and even the slightly trembling eyelashes, reminded that Master was saving her.

Her heart seemed to be torn open by someone, and it was filled with an unknown emotion.

Song Hongli finally pulled the person up, and then quickly came out of the hole, and finally fell to the side as if he had no strength.

Song Hongli gasped, touched Song Qinglian's face, and asked with concern, "Are you scared?

The fingertips touched a wet water stain.

Qinglian....... crying?

Song Hongli was overwhelmed, and he quickly wiped her tears, blaming himself for letting Qinglian fall into such a dangerous situation.

"I don't cry, my disciple is all right?"

Song Qinglian's eyes were washed and moistened, she looked up and saw Song Hongli comforting herself, and suddenly her heart trembled, and then she rushed towards Song Hongli and hugged Song Hongli tightly.

Song Hongli was stunned for a moment, but she was suddenly constrained by her, and then there was a hot and wet feeling in his heart, which spread out in circles.

So Song Hongli hugged Song Qinglian with his backhand and slowly stroked her trembling back, "It's alright, my disciple is not afraid, don't cry..."

"Hmm..." Song Qinglian said choked up.

They finally escaped from the cave of the red flame beast, but the vermilion fruit in the 8.23-million-year-old tree was affected by the previous battle, and it has long since disappeared.

Hey, that's kind of a pity.

Seeing Song Hongli looking in the direction of the ancient tree, Song Qinglian knew what Master was thinking, and her eyes filled with joy, like peach blossoms in the late spring and late rain.

She buried her face in Song Hongli's neck and whispered, "Master, I don't want vermilion fruit anymore, let's go.

???

Song Hongli was full of question marks after hearing this.

Vermilion? When did I tell you that?

But it doesn't matter anymore, since Vermilion Fruit is gone anyway, Song Hongli didn't say anything.

Later, Song Hongli found some other Xuanling Sect disciples to join them. After a day or two, the trial in Sunset Canyon was over.

The disciples of the Xuanling Sect, Spirit Stones, and some treasures have found a lot. In general, the harvest this time is quite impressive.

Song Hongli calculated the total number and returned to the sect with his disciples.

Xuan Lingzong, five years later.

It seems that many years have passed, the vicissitudes of the world have changed, the stars have changed, how many sectarians have died, and how many new generations have emerged.

How many sects have declined, and how many rookies have risen, but the few major factions that are in the dominant position have not changed much.

Wanjianzong is still singing and dancing, and the bad meteorite gate is still mysterious and treacherous.

Lingyun Peak is still full of snow.

It's like a place where time stands still.

On the wall of Ling Yunfeng's main hall, a framed picture scroll was hung. The picture scroll depicts the full-scale Lingyun Peak's palace.

The heavy snow pressed the eaves, the palaces overlapped, and the carved beams and painted buildings were beautiful.

In the place where the main hall of Lingyun Peak was painted, a figure in white robes was vaguely depicted on the edge of the palace pavilion.

On the right side of the painting are inscribed the following sentences: To live in the vastness of the world, to establish the right position of the world, and to walk the road of the world.

Not signed.

The weather in Lingyun Peak is good today.

Song Hongli lifted the bamboo chair out, held Su Zhaoxue in his arms, leaned on it and closed his eyes to rest.

I never thought that I was a salted fish in the real world, and also a salted fish after wearing a book.

Five years have passed, and Su Zhaoxue is no longer that little dick who doesn't understand anything.

Su Zhaoxue leaned against Song Hongli like a boneless body, seven tails suddenly appeared, some of them drooped on the ground, and the rest were wrapped around Song Hongli.

But after all, it is a fox, and its behavior still cannot escape its nature.

Su Zhaoxue put a small paw on Song Hongli's shoulder and buried it in the man's arms restlessly.

From time to time, he was still rubbing against his chest, and after a while, he moved to Song Hongli's neck socket, put his face on it, and quietly pillowed.

One person and one fox rely on each other so silently.

After a long time, Su Zhaoxue wrapped another tail around Song Hongli's waist and wrapped it tightly, sinking her body into Song Hongli's arms.

This Fox Demon used to be like this when he was a child. At that time, he was out of order and didn't speak any sense. Occasionally if he did something wrong, he would rub against Song Hongli's body (cffc) obediently for fear of being punished.

Later, when I got older, although this is no longer the case, I still sometimes rely on Song Hongli.

It was different now. She did nothing wrong, but she still habitually leaned against Song Hongli, clinging to each other, absorbing each other's breath greedily, as if she was nostalgic.

Suddenly, a cold touch came from the eyelids.

own eyes were blindfolded.

"Master, guess who I am." Qing Ling's playful voice came from behind.

"Qinglian." Song Hongli reluctantly patted the hand on his eyes, "Don't be ridiculous.""

Song Qinglian was very happy, she hugged Song Hongli's shoulders, and said happily in his ear: "How could Shizun guess it's mine?"

"There are only a few Ling Yunfeng people, is there anyone else?" Song Hongli looked back at her.

Seventeen-year-old Song Qinglian.

Song Qinglian's face has fully grown, her lustrous white skin raised by the scorching sun has not been seen all the year round, her eyebrows are as long as a distant mountain, and her beauty is dazzling.

A pair of dark and clear eyes are like the best warm and moist jade, the brilliance flows, the inner corner of the eye is slightly pressed down, and the outer end of the eye is slightly raised, which outlines an extremely perfect eye contour.

A frown and a smile all lead to an infinitely fascinating style.

Gorgeous people.

He is also the most unsuitable cultivator for this pure snow-like Lingyun Peak.

Song Hongli looked at her quietly, with a very faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just... Song Qinglian is too clingy to herself.

When I was a child, it was fine, I just hugged my waist, but now that I have grown so big, I still hug myself every day, like something.

But seeing Song Qinglian's harmless face, Song Hongli was reluctant to push her away.

Song Hongli moved a position so that Song Qinglian could lie beside him.

Song Hongli has delicate skin and thin facial features. Looking closely, even his eyebrows are pale. Song Qinglian couldn't help but stretch out his hand to play with Song Hongli's hair and shouted, "Master.

"Huh?" Song Hongli closed his eyes and replied lazily.

Song Qinglian didn't speak anymore, she looked at the white-haired fox in Song Hongli's arms with deep eyes.

When she knew that Shizun had a new apprentice, she had been making trouble for a long time, and it was not until Song Hongli said that he would no longer accept apprentices.

Song Qinglian didn't want to give the Master to other people at all. As long as she thought that the Master would be so gentle with another disciple in the future, she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to hit the wall.

Moreover, this fox was too lazy to do anything all day and just lie in Master's arms. She secretly hated this Su Zhaoxue very much.

Su Zhaoxue also hated Song Qinglian very much, but on the surface, the two of them still looked like happy seniors and sisters.

On the other side, Luo Qingzhi, who was not far away, saw Song Qinglian coming, and greeted Song Qinglian with a smile.

"Huh? Qinglian, you are here, tsk tsk, you are getting more and more beautiful, no wonder everyone says that you and Zhaoxue are the two most beautiful disciples of the Xuanling Sect. Come, it's time to eat.

Song Hongli nodded slightly and picked up the bamboo chopsticks: "Well, Zhaoxue, Qinglian, let's eat."