Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Qinglian hugged Song Hongli and buried her face in Song Hongli's shoulder, just like she did many times when she was a child.

When she was most vulnerable, she was used to crying on Song Hongli's shoulders.

"Master... I'm so tired, I'm so tired, do you know that at the main peak, I have to read a lot of books every day, and I have to practice the sword for a long time, but when I'm tired, I There is no place to cry, to fool around, to complain.

"Master...I miss you so much, I really miss you...why do you not want me when I grow up...why is the person I am most attached to, nothing to do with me...

Song Qinglian cried more and more sadly, and more and more tears soaked Song Hongli's white clothes.

Song Hongli patted Song Qinglian's back lightly, he was sad for Song Qinglian's sadness, but he didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to face it, face it.

She really hadn't gotten along with Song Qinglian for too long.

He ignored a lot, ignored Song Qinglian's hard work, ignored that she was just a child, and even ignored her growth from a child to the present.

"It's getting late, hurry up and get some rest." Song Hongli comforted softly.

"Can't I just stay here tonight?" Song Qinglian kept holding Song Hongli's 840 fingers and refused to let go. She murmured, "Master, I want to sleep with you tonight and take care of you."9

"Master, you used to coax me to sleep, but no one has been by my side these years, and I have nightmares every night.

"Sometimes I dream that the master is gone, and wake up crying for a long time.

She was always waiting for her master, but Song Hongli never came back to pick her up.

Song Hongli compromised after seeing the sadness in Song Qinglian's eyes.

....Well, I will accompany you for the teacher. "

After that, Mu Yanwan and the others diagnosed Song Hongli's condition and left with peace of mind after confirming that there was nothing serious.

At night, it is cool and snowy outside.

Song Hongli only left the glass lamp in the room, but Song Qinglian kept hiding on the bed and did not want to get down.

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After seeing this scene, Song Hongli didn't know whether to laugh or cry, whether Qinglian was here to take care of me or to cause me trouble.

Song Hongli put the glass lamp on the head of the bed, and the candlelight inside turned a faint orange.

I can't tell if it was intentional or what. Song Hongli saw that most of the quilt fell under the bed. He patted Song Qinglian on the back and said, "Come on, cover the quilt."

Song Qinglian rubbed her eyes, "Master, are you going to sleep?

Song Hongli said warmly: "My teacher is watching you sleep. 99

Song Qinglian hesitated for a while before saying, "Master, can you hold me to sleep?

Song Hongli:

Song Hongli tidied up his clothes, opened the quilt and lay down, and a mass of things quickly got into his arms.

As soon as Song Hongli put his hand on her head and touched it, he felt the hot wetness coming from the side of the clothes, and it slowly spread out there.

"Crying again?"

Song Hongli actually knew that Song Qinglian used to cry, but when he found out that he accepted Su Zhaoxue as his apprentice, he could cry and tell him that Shizun would not accept any more apprentices in the future.

So Song Hongli caressed her back as gently as possible, "Don't cry anymore.

Song Qinglian was attached to Song Hongli's waist, even as a child.

On many stormy nights, Song Qinglian would cuddle on Song Hongli's waist like this.

The kid who used to be less than Song Hongli's waist height is now big enough to hug him whole.

But Song Qinglian was still the same as before, just curled up there, as long as the Master was holding her by her side, she would be at ease.

"How old are you, you still cry with your master." Song Hongli's voice was as gentle and soft as spring water, and a word of "don't cry" can make Song Qinglian feel courage from the bottom of her heart.

"Okay, your teacher's clothes have been soiled by you, so don't cry anymore." Song Hongli said this, but he was slowly stroking her back, "Go to sleep.

In the crumpled and warm quilt, Song Hongli put his hand on the back of her head, stroking slowly, and his movements were much slower due to drowsiness.

Song Qinglian quietly took Song Hongli's other hand and put it on her waist.

This is good, Song Qinglian closed her eyes, as long as the master is by her side, it will be good.

For a long time, Song Hongli still couldn't fall asleep, but Song Qinglian's long and thin breathing could be heard in his ears. It was obvious that the small heater (cffc) in his arms had already fallen asleep.

Song Hongli let out a long sigh of relief, raised his head slightly, carefully covered Song Qinglian's exposed arm into the quilt, and tucked the quilt carefully to prevent the cold night wind from Xuanlingzong from blowing in.

At the end, Song Hongli put his hand on Song Qinglian's back and closed his eyes quietly.

Song Hongli's illness lasted for a month.

Mu Yanwan put down all her affairs and stayed in the Medicine Pill pit to match Song Hongli with various Medicine Pills.

Song Hongli had already moved back to Lingyun Peak and was taken care of by Luo Qingzhi, Su Zhaoxue and the others, and batches of medicines were continuously delivered to Lingyun Peak.

Although it was taking care of it, the white-haired dumpling did nothing.

Just squatting in front of the bed every day, looking at herself with her black eyes, sticking to herself more than usual, made Song Hongli a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Song Hongli's physique is better than ordinary people. After all, he is a Nascent Soul cultivator. These injuries are not a big deal for him.

After this month, Song Hongli's body has been taken care of by everyone, he has enough rest, and he has almost recovered.

Even if there is, it is only a small problem. If you take good care of it, it will be fine.

This is the diagnosis given by Mu Yanwan herself.

This month, Song Qinglian returned to Lingyun Peak from the main peak every three or five meetings to see Song Hongli.

These days, Song Hongli's injury has almost healed, and the number of Song Qinglian's visits has gradually decreased.

Today, the sword that Song Hongli spent a lot of money forged has completely solidified.

Ling Yiting took out the sword and brought Ling Yunfeng after the blade.

"Junior Brother Song, this is the sword you made.

Ling Yiting handed to Song Hongli the whole body of the crystal-red sword in his hands. The complex totem of Phoenix, which was carved by Song Hongli himself, was extremely exquisite.

Song Hongli took the sword and stroked the blade with a complicated expression.

He was still a little weak, and it was not suitable for him to move this divine sword, but he endured it, and immediately passed down another person to bring sandalwood glass and other objects to decorate the sword with his own hands.

The hilt is covered with a whole piece of glazed glass, which is crystal clear and perfectly matched with the sword body; it is also inlaid with gold wire in the groove of the sword body to outline the gorgeous pattern of Phoenix spreading its wings and roaring Nine Heavens.

At the end, Song Hongli personally engraved the name of the sword in a corner below the sword grid - Fengyan.

The whole sword really looked like a feather that fell from Phoenix, and it was still burning with hot, scalding flames.

"Brother, please bring this sword to Song Qinglian." Song Hongli gave the Fengyu sword to Ling Yiting.

Ling Yiting held the sword and sighed: "It took you eight years to cast it, and you sacrificed your own blood to the sword, why didn't you give her something so precious in person?

"I don't want her to know that part of this sword was forged with my blood, so just say that it was all forged by you." Song Hongli replied lightly.

"Alas.... this sword is indeed a good sword, even better than your red lotus, I have made swords for so many years, but I have never seen such a good sword.

Ling Yiting touched the blade with nostalgia, "Since you are so stubborn, I don't have much to say, so I will give it to her.

Song Hongli nodded lightly and turned around in silence.