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

"At least, she has a choice." Song Qiao said coldly, stood up slowly, and looked at Meng Lingyu through the whirlpool.

That was also the person she once loved deeply. That face was still haunting her just a moment ago, but that completely twisted soul was no longer the girl she remembered.

Meng Lingyu's fingertips lightly brushed her brow, "Ah, you are so kind to her...it makes people jealous..." She took in all Gu Mingjun's memories in a moment, with a cold smile in her eyes, "Ye Ziqing What? Why aren't you with me? If only I were here, I could kill her together."

Song Qiao took a deep breath, "If you can't come in, why bother testing me."

"You are so cruel to me, Song Qiao. The more you are like this, the more I want to see how you will look after I kill Ye Ziqing." Meng Lingyu laughed, and the next second, she The smile disappeared, and Xie Yuzhou was thrown over by her. "I brought your little lover to you, remember to owe me a favor."

Song Qiao just caught Xie Yuzhou and put her down. When she raised her head, she froze in place. Meng Lingyu actually crossed the whirlpool! She was so close! The god was not breathing, and Song Qiao only felt a slight chill on her lips. She looked at Meng Lingyu's ink pupils with a hint of purple, and there was complex, painful, suppressed and strong love there.

The looming smell of blood and invisible power punished Meng Lingyu. She left Song Qiao's lips and returned to the other side of the whirlpool, "Collect some interest..."

The vortex disappears.

Song Qiao raised her hand and touched her lips, her eyes were complicated and her mood was even more complicated.

Her wife killed another wife... and continues to kill the wife she loves the most... If this is a joke played by fate, she wants to rip off the head of fate and kick it as a ball!

There was no way to find Ling Xiao now, so Song Qiao could only carry Xie Yuzhou, who had passed out, back upstairs.

While waiting for Xie Yuzhou to wake up, Song Qiao went to ask the system.

"Why did Xie Yuzhou come here? Even if Meng Lingyu's wrist reaches the sky, he can't send someone across planes!"

[I just checked and found that Xie Yuzhou is already dead in her plane. The plane will not care about a dead person. She is now a black house. 】

"Death? She is obviously alive now, with a heartbeat and breathing." Song Qiao didn't believe the system's lies.

[Then it can only be the work of Meng Lingyu. She is the god of distortion of cause and effect. Xie Yuzhou became involved with her because of your relationship with Gu Mingjun. Meng Lingyu should have distorted the cause and effect of her existence. Moreover, she signed the Predator System and will be your companion from now on. 】

Song Qiao looked at Xie Yuzhou lying on the bed with sad eyes. The predator system... Every mission involved death. Even though she had a mysterious background and a special soul, she had brushed against death countless times.

Xie Yuzhou is just an ordinary person...

Only when you reach five stars will you have a chance to save your life by deducting your star level. Death before five stars will mean complete obliteration!

Song Qiao couldn't help but think of the colleagues he had killed in Meng Lingyu's plane, and his heart trembled. "How can I help her? Improve her survival rate?"

[She cannot open the world chat system before she reaches five stars, and she cannot add friends to you. You cannot give her things as gifts. The only thing that can help her is to improve her personal strength. The outside world can never really help her. 】

Yes, just like her first mission, if she hadn't had good luck with Li Qingyue, a chaebol lady, how could she have been promoted so quickly because she had the capital to promote her.

Improve personal strength...

Practice martial arts.

It seems that Qiao Yan wants more companions again.

Song Qiao sighed. After going to the bathroom to wash up, she changed Xie Yuzhou's pajamas. After finishing her work, it was already past twelve o'clock at night. She took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer. Song Qiao lit it skillfully and took a puff. She was really She was too tired. After taking a sip, she prepared to go to the balcony so as not to disturb Xie Yuzhou. When she turned her head, she saw Ye Ziqing standing against the balcony.

Ye Ziqing was wearing a black Tang suit with buttons and embroidery, with a strand of bangs hanging down from her forehead. She also held a small box in her hand, like a jewelry box. I really want to ask you all, you worked so hard to open a dungeon, and you narrowly escaped death to defeat your competitors. After the dungeon ended, you came back to see your romantic partner, only to see a beautiful woman lying on your romantic partner's bed, while your romantic partner looked exhausted and smoked a cigarette afterwards.

What should we do at this time?

Song Qiao didn't give Ye Ziqing a chance to react. She ran over at the fastest speed ever and threw herself into Ye Ziqing's arms almost in the blink of an eye. "Ziqing..."

That shout was so sentimental that anyone would be moved by it.

However, Ye Ziqing was not an ordinary person. She half hugged Song Qiao with one hand, supporting her weakly, without placing it on her waist. She took out the cigarette in Song Qiao's hand with the other hand, lowered her head and took a puff, frowning, I stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

"Unhealthy." The first thing she said was her voice, which was hoarse from the rush. It was sexy as hell. There was a faint smell of tobacco in her words, which quickly disappeared into the air.

Song Qiao looked into Ye Ziqing's eyes. The confusion, sadness, pain, and unspeakable complexity she felt two hours ago had all disappeared. Now she only had one thought: sleep with her! ! Slept with her! ! Slept with her! ! !

The atmosphere was so ambiguous that Ye Ziqing couldn't restrain her hand from hanging in the air and landed on Song Qiao's waist. Through the silk nightgown, she felt Song Qiao's soft waist.

relative! relative! Kiss me quickly! ! Song Qiao slowly closed his eyes.

"Ahem...allow me to excuse you..." On the bed, Xie Yuzhou, who woke up at some point, coughed slightly, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

Ye Ziqing let go of Song Qiao, his expression returned to calm, and he looked up.

Song Qiao turned around and looked at Xie Yuzhou with a sad expression.

Well, Xie Yuzhou wanted to cough even more. She really had never seen Luo Yiyi like this! ! Why is she such a little woman! Isn’t she a very serious, elegant and tough good girl? !

It was impossible for the good girl Song Qiao to continue to seduce Ye Ziqing in front of Xie Yuzhou. She pulled Ye Ziqing to the bedroom and introduced: "This is Xie Yuzhou, a friend of mine, from the mountains, a black man, only You can stay here temporarily."

In the mountains? Ye Ziqing didn't see the evil spirit from Xie Yuzhou, so he was a hermit. He didn't expect that Song Qiao would know a hermit. But although this Xie Yuzhou had some scholarly aroma, he didn't feel otherworldly, and he didn't look like a hermit.

Ye Ziqing didn't ask any further questions. Song Qiao turned to Xie Yuzhou and said, "Ye Ziqing, my wife."

"Cough cough cough cough!!!" Xie Yuzhou coughed even harder.

Ye Ziqing looked helpless, "Don't listen to her jokes, I am her distant cousin."

Distant house? cousin? Xie Yuzhou's eyes were a little strange. She didn't believe that this woman who looked almost exactly like the great god could be a simple cousin. There must be some ulterior secret between them. But soon, Xie Yuzhou thought of Gu Mingjun's death. Her eyes darkened and she told herself not to continue thinking about it. She was just a mortal now, and the more she knew, the more dangerous it was.

"Since Yuzhou is awake, you should have a good rest. I will sleep in the guest room tonight. If you need anything, call me." Seeing that Xie Yuzhou didn't show anything unusual, Song Qiao gave her a thumbs up in his heart. She was indeed the woman he liked. Just smart.

"Aren't you coming with me?" Xie Yuzhou suddenly asked, leaning on the bedside looking weak and pitiful.