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

"Your name is Song Qiao, what do others call you?"

"Well...some people call me by my full name, and some people call me Xiao Qiao."

"Xiao Qiao, haha, is Tongquechun locked in Er Qiao's Xiao Qiao?"

"Yes."

"You're so stupid. Let me give you a name. Make it special. I'm from the same generation as Xu Zi in my family. You and I are the same generation... By the way, is there anything you particularly like?"

"money."

"Haha, okay, then the house will be full of gold and jade. You will be called Ziyu and Song Ziyu from now on. Only I can call you like this. This is a secret between the two of us."

Song Qiao woke up suddenly and stared at the ceiling for a long time, as if the jokes from his youth were still echoing in his mind. She never put that joke in her heart, but Ye Ziqing always remembered it, and it remained the same as before.

Getting off the bed, Song Qiao walked barefoot on the floor. The cold touch made her feel alive. She came to the window and looked at the bright moon outside. Since returning to this world, as time goes by, she has become more and more aware of the dark side of the world. Whenever night falls, all kinds of monsters and ghosts appear in the world.

Normal people don’t wake up at three in the morning and stand by the window admiring the moon.

So Song Qiao, an abnormal person, couldn't blame others when he saw a weasel squatting on the balcony of the house opposite.

Said to be a weasel, that guy was almost bigger than an orange cat. If his eyes weren't as bright as light bulbs, Song Qiao wouldn't have been able to see it so clearly.

The senses of demons are very sensitive. Ordinary people cannot see them. Those who can see them must be people with keen senses. If they encounter them, they will either run away or be eaten.

Obviously, for this weasel spirit, Song Qiao with its thin skin and tender meat is a great supplement.

"Sister!!" Qiao Yan exclaimed from next door. Song Qiao ignored the weasel and turned around to leave. The next second, the weasel used its hind legs so hard that it crossed nearly a hundred meters between floors and flew over!

The red fox jumped out of the window, and the weasel was devoured before it even had time to scream.

On the roof of the building, the fox squatted on the edge, chewing sounds coming from his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he turned his head to look elsewhere from time to time, as if he wanted to find another prey.

In the room, Qiao Yan woke up from his nightmare and immediately saw his sister sitting next to him.

Song Qiao leaned over and hugged Qiao Yan, comforting her softly, "It's okay, sister is here, everything is over." Her voice was gentle, and she patted Qiao Yan's back gently.

Qiao Yan grabbed Song Qiao's hand and fell asleep again after a while.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Song Qiao looked at Qiao Yan's sleeping face without blinking. Her sister fell from the roof of the building. That scene was an eternal nightmare for her. Now she finally got rid of the terrible nightmare, but she always felt that everything was so unreal.

With the girl's warm fingers in his palm, Song Qiao lowered his eyes and tightened his grip slightly.

The crisis has not been resolved yet. Ye Ziqing cannot protect them forever, and she does not want to be protected by a dodder flower. The Song family has nothing to worry about, but the Wan family does not necessarily have to. As a top wealthy family in the Xia Kingdom, if she castrated Wan Baoheng instead of Song Tao in this incident, then the Wan family would not be able to let her go easily.

What's more, she has a keen sense of spirituality now. If she doesn't have the ability to protect herself, all kinds of monsters and ghosts will choose to eat her instead of avoiding her. Staying by Ye Ziqing's side, the dangers are endless. If you can't stand side by side, you will be left behind sooner or later.

And she was tired of being left behind.

She didn't think she would be the one left behind. She had experienced so many worlds, witnessed the birth of two gods with her own eyes, and even resisted the gods with her demigod body without dying.

She is no longer the Song Qiao who was powerless against everything.

The strange ring on her finger loomed, and a moving smile appeared on Song Qiao's face. She returned to the room, changed her clothes, and said to the fox that jumped in from the window: "I'm going out to hunt, protect Yan'er."

The fox tilted his head and took a step forward. Song Qiao pressed a finger on his forehead and said, "Be obedient."

It's a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind. Unfortunately, the moon is as bright as a silver plate tonight. Song Qiao drove alone to the cemetery in the suburbs. Stopping a hundred meters away, she carefully avoided the tombkeeper and slipped into the cemetery.

Sure enough, as long as there are ghosts in the world, there will always be no shortage of supernatural beings in cemeteries.

At this time, it was the most gloomy time of the day. The mist suddenly rose in the cemetery. Song Qiao was walking in it and heard vague whispers.

"It's a human being!! A living person!"

"How dare a living person come in at this time!"

“Are you here to visit the grave??”

"Want to eat!"

"Upper body! Upper body!!"

In the mist, there are countless ghosts wandering, some of them have solid souls, and some of them are just shadows.

Song Qiao was wearing a peaked cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He put his hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt and walked slowly in the fog.

Finally, a ghost could not resist the temptation and pounced on Song Qiao from behind.

Song Qiao turned around, left his pocket with his right hand, formed a strange seal at an unknown time, and struck at the ghost that was coming towards him. The light golden light flashed away, and the approaching ghost screamed and disappeared in pieces.

"Kill her!!"

"Kill her!!"

"It's a demon hunter!!"

"It's a Taoist priest!!!"

Countless ghosts screamed and rushed towards Song Qiao one after another.

Song Qiao raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a piece of rag in his palm.

She threw the rag towards the ghosts. When the ordinary cloth encountered these evil things, it was like a flower picker encountering a peerless beauty. It awakened.

The rag was magnified countless times in an instant, the golden light was shining, and the Buddha's light was dazzling. Song Qiao only heard a faint cry of "Buddha's Mercy", and all the ghosts were wiped out.

What a compassionate Buddha.

If you are not compassionate, won't you even be reduced to ashes? ?

After all the ghosts were eliminated, the fog dissipated, and the entire cemetery looked particularly clear. It happened to be five o'clock in the morning, and the cockcrow sounded. The fragments of Jin Chanzi's cassock fell into Song Qiao's hands, becoming more and more tattered.

"Sure enough, it's not unlimited use." Song Qiao sighed, and then without further delay, left the cemetery and drove away.

After she left, the gravekeeper came out of the room. The old man looked around with squinted eyes, and silently took out a black square cell phone from his pocket.

"Hey, the Ren level ghost land has been cleared."

"What??? Are you sure??"

"Although I am old, my eyesight is still clear."

"Old Li! Stop joking! Did some expert do it?"

"I don't know, I fell asleep."

"Fuck...just wait, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Li lit a cigarette and walked slowly in the cemetery, like a lion patrolling its territory. After walking around, he didn't even finish half of the cigarette. He sat on a stone and puffed out the cigarette. Rod, "Tsk... not even a trace was left. I met a master."

Qiao Yan opened her eyes and smelled the aroma of Xiao Long Bao. She hugged the fox and walked out of the room. She saw her sister placing food in the living room.

"Wake up, go brush your teeth, wash your face and eat." Song Qiao smiled slightly at Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan blinked and said, "Sister, you seem to have become beautiful again."