Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"Jinchen? How come you..." Ying Wushu was confused. When he saw Jinchen approaching, he continued to ask, "How did you get into my dream?"

Jinchen: "If you don't come in, I'm afraid I won't have a boyfriend tomorrow."

Ying Wushu was quite surprised. He glanced at Mr. Ying's expression quietly, then silently took Jinchen's hand and stood with him.

Mr. Ying: “…”

What a hell.

He was able to break his barrier and come in without anyone noticing! The strength of this young master of Jinmen is too dazzling, and he is indeed a good match for Xiaoshu, but this identity...

Well, rules are rules, and they are ultimately a hurdle that cannot be crossed!

"Grandpa, I know what you are worried about." Jin Chen rubbed Ying Wushu's palm soothingly, his voice steady.

"Lingqing Ferry has this rule because nearly a hundred years ago, the boss at that time married a disciple from another sect, but his lover stole all the treasures. His descendants have been tracking for nearly decades, but the treasures have not been found yet."

Mr. Ying didn't bother to care about the title, and said unhappily: "Since you know, why do you still want to provoke Wu Shu?"

"Grandpa..." "Don't talk, let him talk."

Ying Wushu could only shut up and looked at Jinchen with nervousness and worry in his eyes.

He was not worried that Jinchen would back down, he just didn't want to make things too difficult for Jinchen.

"It's okay." Jin Chen rubbed Ying Wushu's shoulder and continued to say to the old man: "I like Wushu not because of his identity. If Grandpa wants to see sincerity, I have already found all the dozens of treasures scattered outside Lingqingdu and will send them to you soon."

"what?!"

Mr. Ying was shocked, "How did you find it!"

You should know that the reason why treasures are hard to find is because of their special nature after they have awakened their spiritual intelligence. They will choose not to be discovered by others. Their spiritual intelligence that transcends the six realms is not even afraid of ghosts and gods.

It is difficult to find just one, let alone find them all!

Jin Chen looked sincere, tightly grasped Ying Wushu's hand, and said: "Sincerity can move mountains and open rocks."

Mr. Ying's expression changed instantly.

What a great saying! Where there is sincerity, even metal and stone can be moved.

What a pun.

What else could he say? He had done so much for Xiaoshu, so how could he, as a grandfather, break them up?

"Forget it, since you have made up your mind, I can't stop you any more."

Old Master Ying patted Ying Wushu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay, go to sleep again after you wake up. If you miss grandpa in the future, light the candle beside the bed."

Hearing that they would meet again in the future, Ying Wushu's eyes lit up and he nodded obediently.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 0! 】

This dream was created by Mr. Ying. After he left, even if Ying Wushu wanted to say something to Jinchen, all he saw when he opened his eyes again was the ceiling.

There were a few candles on the bedside table, but they had not yet been lit.

Ying Wushu sat up, put away the candle carefully, and sat on the bed for a while, with the sound of endless rain in his ears.

He wants to see Jinchen, right now.

Ying Wushu completely ignored the cold late autumn night, walked out of the door in his pajamas and went straight to Jinchen's room.

After the corridor, Ying Wushu went around to the outside of Jinchen's door. Just in time with the dim moonlight, he saw the door open and a man in ink-colored pajamas walked out.

Jinchen was hidden in the shadow of the moonlight, and only his outline could be seen, but he could feel the tenderness in his eyes.

He looked at him and spread his arms.

Ying Wushu's heart was gradually filled up and suddenly began to beat fast. He almost ran the last short distance.

He threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Ling Gungun, who was sleeping at the end of the bed in the room, shook his head and curled up in the closet to sleep.

Don’t dare to disturb me, or the host will deduct your snacks!

Are you cold?" Jinchen walked in holding the person in his arms, and noticed that Ying Wushu's hands were a little cold.

"A bit..."

Ying Wushu hugged Jinchen's neck, and was obedient and well-behaved when he was held horizontally. He carefully rubbed Jinchen's lips, and then said, "You won't feel cold if you hold me."

So Jinchen hugged her tighter, and said in a gentle tone: "Can't sleep?"

He lifted the quilt and sat against the head of the bed, wrapping Ying Wushu tightly in the quilt to block out all the cold air.

Ying Wushu shook his head, leaned against Jinchen's arms and rubbed his body gently, with an indescribable attachment and dependence.

"When did you go looking for the treasure?"

Jinchen gently stroked Ying Wushu's cheek and looked down at him.

"When I liked you."

Without an exact time, Ying Wushu nodded in confusion. He never imagined that Jinchen had already started preparing to look for him since the first day he entered Lingqingdu.

Ying Wushu pressed his chest tightly against Jinchen's, scratched Jinchen's collarbone with his fingers, and murmured, "This is meeting my parents. I don't have any parents. I was adopted by my grandfather. I only have my grandfather as my relative."

"So, we can't separate anymore."

Jinchen didn't know that this little misunderstanding of "leaving" would have such a big impact on Ying Wushu. He kissed him with heartache and nodded slightly.

"We won't separate, dear."

Ying Wushu felt comfortable with his kiss, rubbed his face against his, and whispered, "I want to sleep."

When the mind becomes quiet, sleepiness begins to fade.

Afraid that Jinchen didn't get the hint, Ying Wushu pursed his lips and added, "The corridor is very cold, and I'm only wearing pajamas."

Jinchen chuckled, put his arms around his waist and lay down, kissing him passionately in the warm quilt. Ying Wushu hummed softly, his eyes looking up at the moon filled with tender affection, as if he was a piece of silk that was spread out, allowing Jinchen to fiddle with and kiss him as he pleased.

It was not until Ying Wushu was almost out of breath that Jinchen stopped comforting him. He kissed Ying Wushu's forehead again, his voice hoarse and gentle.

"Go to sleep, and don't go anywhere."

Ying Wushu finally relaxed, lying in Jinchen's arms and closing his eyes, feeling that there was no safer place in the world than here.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 97! 】

Ling Gungun turned over in the closet and fell asleep on his back.