Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Qinglian took a step forward unsteadily, and Song Hongli retreated subconsciously.

Song Qinglian took another step, and Song Hongli stepped back.

After the arrogance, Song Qinglian began to regret a little.

Master...you must have been frightened by her.

Song Hongli was silent for a long time, but his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Song Qinglian was drunk, just drunk.

Yes, just drunk.

After a long time, Song Qinglian spoke with difficulty, her voice as if it had fallen into the dust: "Master...don't hate me.

"I won't hate you." Song Hongli tidied up his clothes, forced his composure to open the door, stopped at the threshold, turned his head slightly, paused for a moment, and then said lightly:

"But....for now...don't approach me-.35

"Yes, Master. Song Qinglian snorted and wiped the corner of her eyes - moist.

On the other hand, Song Hongli came out of Song Qinglian's bedroom. Although his heart was messed up by Qinglian now, he just thought that Song Qinglian was drunk.

Otherwise, she would definitely not do such pleasant etiquette things, and after reorganizing her thoughts, Song Hongli was going to go to Su Zhaoxue's bedroom to see Su Zhaoxue.

When he walked to Su Zhaoxue's bedroom, he pushed open the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the white-haired dumpling lying on the bed, dazedly shaking his tail.

Song Hongli:”

They are also apprentices, why is this fox's drunken posture so strange?

Song Hongli closed the door, and immediately he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Song Hongli lowered his body and gently brushed the white-haired ball's head.

"rehabilitate.

Su Zhaoxue tilted her head and suddenly lay flat on her back. She was paralyzed and motionless. After a long time, she twisted her body and turned into a human shape.

After the transformation, Su Zhaoxue was completely different from her original body. She lay down on the quilt softly.

The slender waist is barely grasped, the firm and rounded hips are slightly raised, and the two jade legs are overlapped.

Due to the squat, the two arcs are full and tightly pressed, and only the silhouette of the snow-capped mountain can be glimpsed.

It was probably a little uncomfortable, and her drunkenness made her move sluggish. She just tilted her head and squinted, and there was no extra movement.

Because of being drunk, Su Zhaoxue's cheeks were slightly red, and even the corners of her eyes were red.

It should be that Jiu Shou was thirsty, so he involuntarily opened his lips slightly, and his breath was a little hot.

She propped up half of her body with strength, moved her soft and boneless waist, turned slightly towards Song Hongli, and whispered, "Master... Thirsty... I want to drink water... "

Unintentionally caught a glimpse of something that shouldn't be seen, Song Hongli immediately looked away, pulled a thin blanket over her, and sighed in a low voice.

"Hey...don't drink so much if you don't have enough alcohol. Although today is a good day, you have to do what you can. 35

Su Zhaoxue didn't answer, feeling a little hot, she pushed the thin blanket away and stared straight at Song Hongli with her red lips half closed.

Su Zhao's black hair, which was as black as ink, was scattered behind his back, and it fell slightly in front of him, which happened to cover it, and it was looming.

Su Zhaoxue was born white, like a lightly peeled egg, and her natural charm made her every move full of style and fascinating.

She raised her eyelids lazily, her throat slid unbearably with thirst, and her red lips slowly opened and closed, "Water...

Song Hongli lowered his eyes, pulled the thin blanket back up, and poured the water over.

I was used to being served as a fox over the years, so Su Zhaoxue didn't reach out to pick it up, but went up to drink when Song Hongli handed over the cup.

She drank in a hurry, and grabbed Song Hongli's wrist to keep him from backing away. After a toss, the thin blanket fell off again.

Song Hongli frowned slightly. He wanted to pull his hand away but was caught tightly, and said in a low voice, "Zhaoxue, sober up, don't be crazy about drinking."

Song Hongli is really frightened now that his own disciple is drunk, Song Qinglian is like this, he doesn't want Su Zhaoxue to be drunk too.

It's a pity that Su Zhaoxue couldn't listen. A drop of water on the rim of the cup fell on Song Hongli's knuckles. She drank the cup and sucked the drop without thinking.

Song Hongli hurriedly broke free, and the damp heat was so hot that he almost couldn't hold the white porcelain cup.

However, Su Zhaoxue didn't even realize that, after drinking the water, he lay down as if nothing had happened, resting his breath drunk.

A corner of the thin blanket partially covered her body, and her smooth, creamy back was exposed in the cold air.

Perhaps feeling a little cold, she curled up uncomfortably, her long legs overlapping each other.

After a while, it should be relatively hot, Su Zhaoxue changed from a human shape to a fox, and the white-haired dumpling twitched on the hind legs.

After a while, I pushed the thin blanket away irritably, tossed and turned on the quilt for a while, and then changed back to a human shape, which seemed to dissipate heat faster, making it cooler and more comfortable.

She lay on her back without shame, with her legs bent, and a soft, comforting cry of antipyretic overflowed from her throat from time to time, tossing and turning endlessly.

When it's cool enough, it changes back, and when it's hot, it changes back again.

Song Hongli:

Song Hongli was almost speechless by Su Zhaoxue's actions, but seeing that she was going to sleep, she ignored it and quietly walked out of the door.

On the other hand, Song Qinglian felt dizzy in her head, and all her emotions and anxiety were further catalyzed by the alcohol. She had the urge to smash the table and the stool, but her reason was suppressed.

...... ask for flowers......

She knelt on the ground, her eyes were burning with the wine, and she was so confused that she didn't know what she was doing.

"Why...why don't you want me...why..." Song Qinglian's voice was as thin as a willow in the wind, with a heart-wrenching cry.

Everyone doesn't want her.

Her parents didn't want her and threw her in the wild mountains.

Even the Master... The Master said, don't approach him any more...

At this time, everyone in the main hall had already arrived in the courtyard of Lingyun Peak. There were firecrackers and fireworks in the courtyard, and everyone carried a red lantern in their hands.

Ling Yiting and Song Hongli were silent on the side.

Mu Xi and Luo Qingzhi were around the fireworks, and the whole yard was lively and lively.

Ling Yiting glanced at Song Hongli and said, "Song Hongli, your face is not very good? Go back and rest when you are tired.

"No, I have no shortage." Song Hongli pursed his swollen lips and avoided Ling Yiting's gaze.

"Hey...the disciple grows up, but it's different." Ling Yiting suddenly said such a sentence.

"Um?"

Ling Yiting just looked at the entrance of the courtyard without speaking.

Song Hongli followed his gaze, and it turned out that Song Qinglian came out.

Seeing Song Qinglian coming out, a tall, tall and straight handsome man hurried over and greeted Song Qinglian.

From a distance, the two are a perfect match.

In the entire Xuanling Sect, it is rare to find such a pair of good-looking dao companions.

Song Hongli hurriedly looked away.

His fists, which were hidden in his wide cuffs, clenched more and more tightly.

Why, does he have a feeling that something of his own has been taken away?

Ling Yiting smiled lightly: "Qingyun, this kid, has always liked Song Qinglian. They are very suitable regardless of their age, appearance and knowledge."

Song Hongli pulled out a forced smile from the corner of his mouth: "...

"Qingyun has told me many times that he wants to marry Song Qinglian. We were originally from the same family, and now our respective apprentices can be together, isn't it a kiss?"

Face... ah, I don't know if the word is appropriate here. However, Junior Brother Song, if Junior Nephew Qinglian also has that intention, would you be willing to ask her to marry into my apprenticeship?"

Song Hongli glanced awkwardly at Song Qinglian who was beside Ling Qingyun in the distance, and after a long while, Song Hongli looked away and said dumbly.

"Indeed, I can't bear to...

·pill.