In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

When the two came out of Luoyan Mountain, the sky had already darkened, and Jiang Ying rushed to the nearby town with Liu Wangshu in his arms.

"Jiang Ying, I'm a little cold," Liu Wangshu said weakly.

The pain and itchiness at the wound had disappeared, replaced by a piercing cold.

It was as if the whole person was lying on the ice and snow, and the endless cold seemed to swallow her up.

"Be patient, we'll be there soon." Jiang Ying knew that it was because the snake's venom had not been completely removed.

So now he desperately wants to find an inn to get rid of the remaining poison.

"Ask for a room".

The boss who was making plans heard this and looked up, but there was no one there.

"Hearing hallucinations?" The boss lowered his head and continued to settle accounts, but felt a chill coming from the top of his head?

"Guest officer?" The boss looked at the sudden appearance and reacted, "Please come inside."

This young man doesn't look very well, it's better not to make him dissatisfied.

Jiang Ying carried Liu Wangshu upstairs, and just put her on the bed, and closed the door with her hand.

The boss, who hadn't gone far, couldn't help sighing at this movement, "Now this young man is really in his heart."

Jiang Ying's current thoughts are all on Liu Wangshu's wound, and he stepped forward to take off the clothes again.

"Why is it dark again?" Jiang Ying couldn't help frowning as she looked at the color of the wound.

He's already sucked most of the drugs out, which shouldn't be the case.

Liu Wangshu's consciousness is a little confused now, she only feels that her whole body is very cold. Seeing Jiang Ying in a daze, she urged, "It's cold, it still hurts."

"It'll be fine soon," Jiang Ying reached out and touched her forehead, which was frighteningly cold.

It shouldn't be like this, could it be that I just sucked too little?

Jiang Ying's heart skipped a beat, "I'm afraid I will inhale this poison again."

He was a little scared from the bottom of his heart, if the scene in the woods happened again, he was really afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

He, Jiang Ying, is not some Liu Xiahui who can sit still, not to mention that the person in front of him is still the person he likes.

"Well," Liu Wangshu responded in pain, "You just do it."

Jiang Ying was trying to save herself, so why would she care about these false names.

With Liu Wangshu's approval, Jiang Ying let out a long sigh of relief, and let Liu Wangshu lean in her arms, leaning closer to that shoulder.

The candles in the room were burning brightly, and a gust of prestige came out of the window, causing the candles to flicker constantly.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, making the relationship between the two people who were already very close to each other even more ambiguous.

"It hurts," Liu Wangshu unconsciously hugged Jiang Ying tightly, the pain from the wound almost made her cry.

Before, it didn't hurt so much.

Jiang Ying was a little restless at first, and she didn't dare to use any force after hearing what she said, so she slowed down her movements.

The skin at the wound also became crimson from being continuously sucked.

"Okay," Jiang Ying's voice carried a hint of desire.

He quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at Liu Wangshu again, but he happened to meet the person outside the window.

The two pairs of eyes faced each other in the air, and their swords were tense in an instant.

Jiang Ying gently wiped away some of the blood stained on her lips with her hand, and her eyes were a little provocative.

Now that Han Che saw it, it just made him give up.

Han Che stood on the roof of a building not far away, looked at Jiang Ying's appearance, chuckled lightly, and said, "We'll see."

Like Jiang Ying, he will not change what he believes.

Liu Wangshu hadn't made it clear that he wanted to be with Jiang Ying, and it was too early for Jiang Ying to be happy.

A gust of wind blew by, and the building was empty.

"Heh," Jiang Ying sneered and closed the window.

This window was left on purpose just now to let Han Che see clearly.

Give up early.

Jiang Ying walked to the bedside and looked at the blood that had been sucked out just now, her doubts did not diminish.

"Why is it still so poisonous?"

He slowly squatted down, looked at Liu Wangshu who had already fallen asleep, "I won't let you have trouble."

"You go to Luoyan Mountain to find sun-burning grasses," Jiang Ying ordered to the empty room.

Now that Liu Wangshu's body needs to be recuperated, this kind of small matter of finding medicine should be left to Yu Qingyan and the others.

"By the way, go get another Ice Soul Cold Lotus." He never thought that a small black-winged snake venom would actually use this flower.

"Yes", Yu Qingyan, who was far away in Suzhou City, turned green when she heard Jiang Ying's sound transmission.

Before driving them away without hesitation, now they are urgently called back.

Co-authoring them, these subordinates are like a brick, and they can be moved wherever it is needed.

Song Qiushui comforted her with a smile, "Isn't it fun for you to be idle?"

This Suzhou city is full of delicate and graceful scenery, so the rain and light smoke are not very interested.

"Can it be the same?" Yu Qingyan muttered dissatisfied.

No matter how fun it is here, at least there is no need to work. This time, there are a lot of things waiting for them to do.

"Let's take it slowly," Song Qiushui kissed her forehead to express comfort.

"Hmph", Yu Qingyan, who was still furious, became quiet in an instant, "Go back, go back."

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A secret room in the city that never sleeps.

"Song Hua, you did a good job." The woman's face was blocked by the light, making it difficult to see her true face.

Jiang Ying has been sending people to chase her down recently. Although she is not afraid of these people, it still takes some effort to avoid them.

And Song Hua became her best eyeliner.

"Saint", Song Hua half-kneeled on the ground with a respectful expression, "That Liu Wangshu."

Back then, he thought that Ling Ruliu Wangshu could not succeed, but Han Che shattered the inner alchemy and caused the cultivation of Jane, so he put this vengeance on Liu Wangshu.

After all, people like Han Che are not something he can handle.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you," Mo Wanjun comforted perfunctorily.

Right now, this person is still useful, so he still has to coax him.

Song Hua still couldn't believe it, "But she still has a Demon Lord beside her."

This is no more difficult than Han Che.

"Heh", Mo Wanjun seemed a little dissatisfied with his words, "What about the Demon Lord, haven't you seen the strength of this saint?"

In the end, there was endless sternness in the voice.

What Jiang Ying is cold, she, Mo Wanjun, is the strongest in the world, and all four worlds must submit to her feet.

When Song Hua realized that he had said something wrong, his whole body was pinched by an invisible force and floated in the air.

"Saint, spare me," he kept waving his hands and feet, trying to break free from this bondage, but it was always in vain.

Mo Wanjun admired the fear and panic on his face, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Forget it, since you are still sincere, I spare your life," the words were almsgiving.

Song Hua was amnesty, and collapsed on the ground, "Thank you, saint."

"Remember, nothing can go wrong in three days' time," Mo Wanjun ordered.

Since there will be an explanation for the matter of the city that never sleeps sooner or later, and Buzhaoshan is determined to frame Cangqiong Mountain, then she will go along with the flow and help.

"Yes, I will speak more in front of Master," Song Hua quickly expressed his sincerity.

Now that he can recover his strength again, it is all thanks to the help of this woman. If he can make her happy, once she makes a move, his cultivation base may be able to rise to a higher level.

"In this case, this saint will help you again."

Mo Wanjun knew very well that for a person like Song Hua, a slap would mean a sweet date, so that he would be willing to do things for him.

What's more, these people will turn into their own moon slaves in the end.

Song Hua didn't know what Mo Wanjun's plan was, so he quickly knelt down, "Thank you, Holy Maiden, I will do my best to handle this matter well."

Mo Wanjun didn't speak, but turned her hands over, and a bottle of brown pills condensed in her palm, "Your reward."

"Thank you saint, thank you saint," Song Hua's eyes were already full of madness.

This is a good thing. I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation, and my position in Buzhaoshan will definitely rise to a higher level in the future.

Mo Wanjun looked at Song Hua below, with uncontrollable disgust on his face.

People are all after power and power. Once they use these as bait, they will leave everything behind to pursue.

This Song Hua is an example, knowing that there is a problem with the medicine, but still enjoying it.

Mo Wanjun suddenly remembered Chen Ruochu who was wearing white clothes that night and stood in front of her, "Perhaps, not necessarily."

A man like him is not obsessed with power.

As soon as Song Hua left, the murderous Han Che rushed in.

"Mo Wanjun, are you really not paying attention to what I say?" Han Che's eyes almost burst into flames.

It is self-evident who released the black-winged snake.

Mo Wanjun did look him up and down, "You Jun, you got angry with your brother, but you come to me to vent?"

His reaction must have seen the intimacy between Jiang Ying and Liu Wangshu.

"You're courting death", Han Che slapped him, but Mo Wanjun deftly dodged it.

"You Jun's anger is too much." Mo Wanjun looked at him with a smile, "The two of them are destined to be married, what are you messing with?"

Han Che's face turned ugly again, but this was the effect Mo Wanjun wanted. Only by making Han Che sadder could he make up his mind to cooperate with him.

"You Jun", Mo Wanjun stepped forward calmly, and brushed Han Che's chest with his fingers unintentionally, "I said it long ago, things like feelings have to be forced."

This Han Che thinks that he can win Liu Wangshu's favor by imitating Jiang Ying from his previous life, which is simply a dream.

Han Che was a little shaken by what she said. If he had married her by force from the beginning in this life, maybe Jiang Ying would have nothing to do with it.

"Look, you are guarding the gentleman's manners here," Mo Wanjun elongated her tone on purpose, "But what about Jiang Ying."

Han Che recalled the image of Jiang Ying lying on Liu Wangshu's shoulder, sucking poisonous blood again in Han Che's mind.

"Let's cooperate earlier, it's better for everyone." Mo Wanjun's hand kept going up, and when he was about to touch Han Che's face, he was knocked down.

"Okay." Han Che showed a weird smile, "As long as you hand over your original energy."

In this way, the turmoil of the Suhui Ding can be resolved. The last time he left Moyu and Liu Wangshu without saying goodbye, it was because of a problem with the Suhui Ding.

This was originally an angry remark, but Mo Wanjun agreed without hesitation, "Okay, as long as Youjun is willing."