Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

It is rare for a few people to get together. Usually, this person is not there or that person is out to work.

The Sect Leader was happy, finished talking, and let everyone stay together.

Song Hongli held Su Zhaoxue in the Lingxu Palace until he was a child before returning to his residence. At this moment, the white-haired dumpling was too sleepy to open his eyes, paralyzed in his arms and fell asleep.

The stars and the moon are boundless, and the night is peaceful.

When the sun rises, the thin mist dissipates, the dew dries up, and it is a new day.

Su Zhaoxue slept until the third day before waking up. At this time, Song Hongli woke up early and went out earlier to get back two grey long coats from the Internal Affairs Hall.

This is the uniform costume of the disciples under the Xuanling Sect.

"Keep it, you can wear this in the future."9

Song Hongli said, putting the long coat on the bed.

Su Zhaoxue always wears her own clothes, which is always inappropriate.

On the other side, Su Zhaoxue bleary-eyed, flicked her tail, and said decisively, "No, Zhaoxue doesn't want to wear this. 35

She doesn't want to become a human being, what's the use of taking clothes.

Having said this, Su Zhaoxue also disliked that she pushed away the long coat, as if she would never wear it.

No matter how rude she was, Song Hongli ignored it, went out and brought in some food, and waited until Su Zhaoxue had almost eaten.

"I have something to do these two days, I have to deal with something, Luo Qingzhi will come to pick you up to take you to the bamboo courtyard in the evening, she will take care of you.

This trip to the extremely cold place took too long, and there were so many things to deal with in Zong Nei, Song Hongli could not be distracted to take care of her.

So he entrusted it to Luo Qingzhi, anyway, Luo Qingzhi has been busy these days.

And when Su Zhaoxue heard that they were going to separate, she reacted greatly, standing up and grabbing the person in front of her: "Master, Zhaoxue is going too! 35

She was afraid that this person would not want her.

Song Hongli brushed away the slapstick, "Some of the places I will go to are forbidden places, and the idle people can't go there, only the Sect Leader and the Elder can."

Su Zhaoxue refused and kept making a fuss.

It's a pity that Song Hongli was unmoved. Not only did he not let her go, but he also directly blocked her from speaking without giving any room for bargaining.

Ling Yunfeng, Song Qinglian's residence.

Song Qinglian only felt that she had a long dream, the dream was very strange, it was an endless darkness.

Sitting alone on the ground, she could see nothing, but could hear the terrifying sound of killing and the ping-pong-pong sound of weapons colliding.

But there was only darkness in front of her eyes, which was overwhelming.

The sound of fierce fighting around her and the constant screams of people being killed gave her the illusion that the next person to die is her own.

But soon, she understood that it wasn't just an illusion.

There was a bustling noise, which seemed to be discussing something, and then gradually turned into an argument. Several men's voices became louder and sharper.

It seemed to scratch her eardrums, making her feel unreasonably terrified.

I don't know how long this oppressive environment lasted, until Song Qinglian felt that she had gone crazy.

Suddenly, a cold and unusually familiar voice sounded: "The Three Swords of Divine Scourge, form an array!

The sound was like ice floes and snow, light and airy, and it sounded like snowflakes falling on the windows, hitting a long rhythm.

So familiar voice...so familiar voice...but who is it?

She thought so hard that her head hurt, but she still couldn't remember.

Immediately she felt something cold and sharp against her neck, accompanied by a gloomy sneer.

The man clasped her celestial cover with the other hand, and the damp and turbid heat suddenly rushed to the side of her ear, with a disgusting sticky feeling:

"..."

As the tail sound fell gloomily to her ears, the sharp weapon resting on her neck also roared and pushed forward fiercely—!

Song Qinglian broke out in a cold sweat, so frightened that she broke free from the nightmare and opened her eyes instantly!

pain.

It hurts all over.

Song Qinglian gasped for breath because of the nightmare just now.

But a faint familiar scent of tea entered her nose, which calmed her down like a soothing scent, her breathing gradually slowed down, and she couldn't help swallowing.

....․ Tea scent?

Song Qinglian moved her head and looked to the side.

Song Hongli lay quietly on the edge of the bed, with his face on his side and his arms resting on his arms, and he slept very deeply.

The rare sunlight from outside the window came in, reflecting Song Hongli's face half in the halo and half in the shadow, and outlines the facial features extremely delicately.

The white clothes he was wearing seemed to be stained with dust, not at all like his clean temperament.

Song Qinglian moved her fingers slightly.

It's strange, there's no ecstasy as expected, and no desire to rush up and get close to the Master as usual.

She seemed to have known for a long time that when she woke up, the Master would fall asleep beside her.

Song Qinglian's eyes were sour, she sniffed hard, and couldn't hold back her tears.

That's right, the master came back yesterday.

But she didn't know why Master left without telling her.

I don't even know why when she saw the Master in front of her, she would feel a little sour and unspeakable pain in her heart like she is now?

She had a lot of things she wanted to say to Master yesterday, but she buried them all in her heart.

Suddenly, a vague voice resounded in my head—

"Is there a person you always hold in your heart, want to see him, and if you spend your whole life with him, you are willing to?"9

Master.

Master.....

Song Hongli's usual frowns and smiles broke into her mind without warning, and the tender scenes of the past flashed quickly. 807

The alternation of the pictures made her nervous.

She wanted to grab something to support her, groped her hands back and forth, and finally grabbed the bracelet on her wrist and kept rubbing it.

Song Qinglian turned her head to look, looked at Master's sleeping appearance, looked at Master's soft-line face, and swallowed.

For some reason, a feeling of love and pity suddenly appeared in her mind.

There's even an urge to touch and kiss!

why why!

Why does she feel so strange about her own Master?!

No, no, this is not the love between men and women, how could it be that kind of love?

She just depends on the Master, nothing more, nothing more.

Song Hongli's eyelashes moved suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he breathed more tightly between his nostrils, and slowly woke up.

Song Hongli, who had regained partial consciousness, keenly sensed the change in the breathing interval of the person on the bed, and raised his head sharply, his eyes just meeting Song Qinglian's.

Song Hongli was stunned for a moment, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Wake up? When did you wake up? Thirsty?"

Song Hongli is a little tired these days and has not rested for several days.

After he had dealt with the little white fox, he was going to find Song Qinglian.

But as soon as she entered the room, Song Hongli found that she was still sleeping, so she planned to take a nap beside her and wait for Song Qinglian to wake up.