Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Returning to this world, Song Qiao did not rush to deal with the affairs of the Song family. Instead, she walked alone on the street, carefully feeling the joy of rebirth. Here, she was not anyone else, and she did not need to sneak around to detect planes. No need to disguise herself, here, she is Song Qiao.

She has relatives, people she likes, a career, and a goal to fight for.

If it weren't for her extraordinary mental acumen, and if it weren't for the system beeping from time to time, she might have thought that everything before was just a nightmare.

[Host, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear? 】

"Bad news."

[Because you failed to obtain the star core successfully in the last plane and died once, all your luck values ​​and star levels will be deducted. 】

"Oh, is there anything else? Just get out of here."

[The good news is that you successfully reached 6 stars before being deducted. This system is about to undergo a major upgrade! ! Definitely beyond your imagination! ! 】

"How long does it take to upgrade? Do I have any missions in this plane?"

[Because this is the plane you chose, there are no tasks. In fact, all living predators exist in this plane. After the mission is over, you can return to the plane for training. There is no need to keep doing tasks. It is too intense. You are in the system space because you died first and then signed the contract. You have nowhere to go. 】

"I see, then I can't take on the mission until you upgrade?"

[Yes, host, but don’t miss me too much, I will be back soon~]

"Okay, I got it, get out of here."

After losing contact with the system, Song Qiao confirmed that some things in the space were still usable, so he didn't pay too much attention.

After walking for a while, she remembered some bad memories. Song Qiao was too lazy to wander any further. If she wanted to gain an advantage in the development of this plane, there was one person she had to get her hands on, and now, that person should be I had just graduated and was worried about not being able to find Bole.

Carrying the shopping purchases, Song Qiao came out of the mall and was accidentally bumped by a man passing by. She frowned and looked, and was shocked to find a child lying on the man's shoulder.

Blue-grey skin, no hair, holding the man's head in his hands.

After being a ghost for so long, Song Qiao could tell what it was at a glance. She raised her eyebrows and stared at the ghost baby.

Seemingly feeling something, the ghost baby looked back at Song Qiao, with nothing in his empty eyes.

Song Qiao turned around and left the mall. She had no interest in becoming an exorcist, although she felt a little emotional that she was really an ordinary person in her previous life.

Driving the car, she looked out the window at the crowds of people coming and going, thinking of herself in her previous life, who had never even experienced a kidnapping. Businessman is a good player, but he has never understood the real side of the world.

While Song Qiao was busy with his own affairs, on the other side, Ye Ziqing hung up the phone and stood in the attic of a manor, looking out at the scenery. In Xiahai City, where every inch of land is at a premium, being able to own a manor with an area of ​​over a hundred acres is enough to show the terrifying strength of the Ye family.

Today she is wearing a lady's Tang suit, with the buttons up to the top, her hair pulled up, and a string of Buddhist beads on her wrist. Her eyebrows are picturesque and her temperament is like smoke.

Behind her, a capable and beautiful woman was making tea with elegant movements. However, compared to Ye Ziqing, she was much more fashionable in her dress. "Ye Zi, why do you suddenly value that Song Qiao so much? I checked and found that she is just an ordinary person. Even if we take the Song family into our hands, it won’t be of much help to you.”

Not very helpful was her implicit way of saying it, it probably meant that it was of little help.

Ye Ziqing's back was turned to her, and his slightly thin back looked a little lonely for no reason. "Do you believe in past and present lives?" she asked suddenly.

Cen Hanyan paused while drinking tea. At their level, he said he believed it, which was a bit arbitrary, and he said he didn't believe it, and he was suspected of deceiving himself. "She saved your life in her previous life?"

Ye Ziqing lowered her eyes and thought of the dream she had a few days before Song Qiao asked her for help.

Many pictures are blurry, and I can only vaguely remember that I was in a dream, and it seemed that my name was Long Er? ? She also wondered if she had watched too much of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but the feeling was very mysterious.

She seldom dreamed, and the few times she had had warnings. After that dream, she went to the mountains and saw an old monk. The old monk had a fate with her and had interpreted her dreams several times. However, this time, facing Ye Ziqing's description, the old monk smiled and said nothing, and only told her at the end that everything was fate and there was no need to worry.

fate?

Is fate just about being entangled with a woman in a dream?

She couldn't see the person's face clearly, but she had a feeling that it was Song Qiao. She has always avoided talking about things like past and present lives, and does not believe it, because she knows that there is an underworld in this world, and dead people re-enter reincarnation and have a new life. How can they remember past lives? Woolen cloth.

When she didn't receive an answer from Ye Ziqing, Cen Hanyan's heart skipped a beat. She knew Ye Ziqing. Nothing could confuse this woman from the time she learned to read. From childhood to adulthood, as long as she followed her steps, she would be greeted by She won one victory after another. She would never do anything for no reason. This time, because of Song Qiao, she offended the Wan family for nothing, and after helping, there was no follow-up, which is as strange as it sounds.

"Yi Zi, you can't take it seriously, right? What about past and present lives..."

"No matter what it is, if we meet her tonight, it should be confirmed." Ye Ziqing said softly.

Cen Hanyan nodded. She never questioned Ye Ziqing, because after knowing her for so many years, the more questions she had, the faster she would be slapped in the face. "Okay, are you interested in the invitation sent by Ba En? There should be something in the pharaoh's tomb. Lots of good stuff.”

"Don't reply yet, I'll think about it later."

After putting away the tea sets, Cen Hanyan stood up and said, "I'll leave first. If you need anything, call me."

"Ah."

In Song Qiao's bedroom, one person and one fox were sitting on the bed, looking up at Song Qiao's catwalk one after another.

"How about this one?" Song Qiao asked.

"nice."

"What about this one?"

"It looks good too."

Song Qiao rolled her eyes, feeling that her sister was still unreliable, so she turned to ask the fox.

"Little fox, what do you think of this?"

The fox shook his head.

"What about this one?"

The fox continued to shake his head.

Yes, even foxes are unreliable.

Song Qiao finally made her own decision. After she came out of the cloakroom, Qiao Yan's and Fox's eyes lit up at the same time.

She wore a long red dress, revealing her delicate collarbones and butterfly bones on her back. Her makeup was just right, not too thick or too light. In fact, if her soul were in a perfect state, she wouldn't need makeup at all. Unfortunately, her body is still weak. Didn't meet that standard.

Looking in the mirror, Song Qiao was very satisfied. She hadn't worn this style of clothes for a long time. She had been either acting like a ghost or eating sand in the apocalypse. She almost forgot what it felt like to rely on your face to eat. .

She urgently needs to feel the human state now.

When Song Qiao arrived downstairs, the car was already waiting there.

A very low-key Maybach.

Just as she was about to go over, someone grabbed her arm.

The man in front of him was tall and handsome. He was sprayed with perfume and smelled good. It was obvious that he also admired Song Qiao who was dressed in fine clothes. "I knew you would dress up well to see me. I like it very much."

Song Qiao broke free from his hand, took two steps back, and looked at the man levelly, "Zong Yi? Why are you here??"

"Didn't I send you a message to have dinner together tonight? Aren't you dressed like this just to be with me?" Zong Yi's face became very ugly.

Before Song Qiao could speak, a shawl appeared on his shoulders.

It still has the familiar light woody fragrance, which dilutes the strong smell of men's perfume.

"She has an appointment with me."

Ye Ziqing stood beside Song Qiao, his eyes calm.