Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Smoke and Rain Building.

Song Hongli and Luo Qingzhi did not stay there after finishing the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion.

Instead, they declined their warm hospitality and went directly back to Yanyu Building.

Now, it has only been three or four hours since Song Hongli left the Yanyu Building and went to the City Lord's Mansion to settle the matter.

When she entered the guest room she had just entered, she saw that Xiao Qi'er was now being pressed on the bed by several maids. She looked extremely flustered, and there was a voice in her mouth that others could not understand.

But the thin and small body struggled desperately, and when his eyes met Song Hongli, he stopped stiffly.

Song Hongli's expression did not waver, but his steps towards the beggar were obviously much faster than usual.

He saw that the beggar struggled violently, blood overflowing from the thick bandage on his right wrist, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

This heroine must have been too noisy. She has only left for a few hours, and she doesn't even care about her injuries...

Waving away the maid, Song Hongli sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Qi'er into his arms, carefully picking up Qi'er's right hand with lowered eyebrows.

On the other hand, since Song Hongli came in, Xiao Qier has been staring at him closely.

Seeing Song Hongli hugging him tenderly and looking at the snow jade-like profile that was so close to him, his beautiful black eyes also eased, and he grinned happily.

Relying on his animal nature in the deep mountains for a long time, he stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly, and then nibbled lightly with his pointed teeth to express his love for Song Hongli.

The wet and smooth touch came from Song Hongli's side face, and the little girl's soft breath also fell on his face.

His expression froze, his movements suddenly froze in mid-air, he felt goosebumps all over his body, and he almost couldn't help throwing the protagonist out of his arms.

"You little guy..."

Song Hongli's side face was slightly red, and the blush spread to his ears. He didn't get used to it. He wanted to push the beggar away and say something.

But when he thought that this little beggar had been in the mountains since he was a child, he couldn't understand anything, and it was also because he still held the hand of the beggar who had removed half of the gauze.

She had to sigh softly, and continued to deal with her wounds in silence.

At the same time, the beggar stopped being foolish, and just rubbed his little head into Song Hongli's shoulder, smelling the clear tea fragrance unique to the man, and his eyes were bent with satisfaction.

On the other side, seeing that it was almost time, Song Hongli sighed, leaned over and picked up the child, preparing to return to Xuanlingzong with Luo Qingzhi.

The weight of the child was lighter than Song Hongli had imagined. He glanced at the child's trembling eyelashes and walked on the wind.

The Gold Core cultivator shrank to an inch, and Song Hongli flew through the air at a very fast speed, as fast as an afterimage.

Unconsciously or unintentionally, Song Hongli's large robe was curled and brushed the child's face gently, and the tingling on his face came along with the fragrance of the man's body.

Like a feather fluttering at the tip of his heart, the child pursed his lower lip and his back tensed into a straight line.

She doesn't understand anything, but this person is the only person who has been so gentle and kind to her since she was a child.

She just wanted to stay beside this man and smell the faint body fragrance on his body in his warm arms.

This man, she must follow, stay by his side, no matter what method is used.

It is different from those flowers that are born in the greenhouse to stretch their hands and open their mouths with food.

The animal nature in the deep mountains made her deeply understand that opportunities were not given by others, but were fought for by herself.

If you know that you belong to your own, you must firmly grasp it, just like this person in front of her, since she has met her, she will never let him run away.

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