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

"I don't want to make excuses for myself. To do evil is to do evil. They have put a ban on me. I will die soon." Lu Niansheng said softly, not too afraid of the impending death.

"Through my hands, many people were killed. I deserve to be distraught after my death." Lu Niansheng continued, as horrific black spots spread from his heart to the back of his hands.

Ling Xiao looked solemn, and the entire office began to be shrouded in malice, that pure, evil power.

It's a demon.

The source of depravity.

"Do you know how many children you have killed?" Ling Xiao was talking to Lu Niansheng while gathering momentum and guarding against the invisible enemy.

Lu Niansheng laughed. The black patterns on his face made him no longer look handsome. "I don't know, and I don't want to know... She is still alive. She can still see the sun and smell the flowers. That's enough."

Black flames began to ignite on his body, and it was extremely cold.

"Be careful, Ling Xiao. Their power penetrates into every aspect. In order to awaken him... they can sacrifice everything..." Lu Niansheng said something he shouldn't have said, which angered the invisible being. The flames burned faster, and he was very worried. It was quickly swallowed up in front of Ling Xiao's eyes, with no ashes left.

But after Lu Niansheng and his death, his malice did not disappear.

Ling Xiao saw the black demonic energy brewing, forming a black face.

"Our game has just begun... just wait, humans!"

boom! Ling Xiao fired a dazzling attack from his hand, hitting the floating black face. The demonic energy escaped, leaving only hoarse and unpleasant laughter.

Ling Xiao's face was ugly. She looked at the empty room. After a long time, she slowly walked to Lu Niansheng's seat. There was a series of garbled codes on the computer screen. Ling Xiao looked at the string of garbled characters and wrote them down in his mind. Then he waved his hand and angrily smashed the computer desk in front of him.

"Monster!! I will never let you go!!"

Outside the window, a leaf fell and floated into the distance.

In Kunming City, Feng Yi personally escorted the director of the welfare home to Xia Hai. Song Qiao separated from her before the large troops arrived and sneaked into the sea of ​​people.

In the hotel where he was resting, Song Qiao looked at the demonic energy wrapped in the torn cassock and felt a little confused.

"Hey, what the hell is this? Which god's power does it belong to? It's so evil."

[Power does not distinguish between good and evil. You are a member of the Chaos camp. If you go out, you will be called a devil! 】The system is not happy.

"Okay, then explain it to me first."

[Looking at the attributes, it should be the evil controlled by Hades, the Lord of the Throne! But it shouldn’t be. Judging from the situation in the current plane, Eastern attributes should be dominant, and Hades is a Western god. 】

"Your gods still distinguish between East and West. Are you so racially discriminatory?"

[Let’s divide it according to the location of the divine domain! Both the legends and the source of power are different, but the East has always been stronger, because the Supreme God is the God of the East. But there is only one person who is different, Emile, the Lord of the Throne. She is special, and you will be able to feel it when you meet her in the future. 】

"That's too far away from me. I just want to know the situation in this plane. It seems that this demon cultivator has penetrated into the demon clan, and it is very deep. Logically speaking, it is difficult for demons to arise. Unless it is on the battlefield, how could it appear here? What?" Song Qiao couldn't understand, "Maybe this is the BOSS behind this plane?"

[Maybe, you have fought with gods, why are you still afraid of these little bastards? I would say you should hurry up and do the task. 】The system has been bloated, Song Qiao is too lazy to scold it, this idiot has no IQ.

Shortly after Lu Niansheng's death, the interrogation against the dean failed. On the way to Xiahai City, Feng Yi watched the dean being swallowed up by black flames in front of her. The familiar power reminded her of being injured. Her tiger.

The dean, on the other hand, was not as bloody as Lu Niansheng, and kept screaming until he was completely wiped out.

In a temple somewhere in Jinling, a young woman sitting under a tree reading Buddhist scriptures raised her head and looked in the direction of Xia Hai. She touched the black beads on her hand and sighed softly, "What a pity."

One of the eighteen beads dimmed slightly.

The woman has a face of pure beauty, and her eyes are calm and ethereal, like a lotus flower that is not stained by dust. Anyone who sees her will say "What a beautiful woman". They are two extremes from Song Qiao, who takes the coquettish and domineering route. The most obvious point is that if Song Qiao had a fight with her, the onlookers would definitely scold Song Qiao at the first time, not her.

This is the misunderstanding brought about by temperament.

After a while, the host arrived and saluted the woman.

"Amitabha, Donor Luo, the time for worshiping the Buddha today has ended."

"Thank you." The woman surnamed Luo saluted the host, then gently placed the Buddhist scriptures on the stone table, stood up and left.

The host watched her back and sighed, "If he is a man, he must be my Buddhist son. It's a pity, it's a pity." After knowing each other for so long, Donor Luo's Buddha nature amazed him, and he even couldn't help but want to persuade her to become a nun. .

Two days later, Song Qiao returned to Xia Hai and did not go to Ling Xiao immediately because she knew that people would come to look for her.

What she didn't expect was that instead of Ling Xiao, Ye Ziqing did.

"Oh...are you willing to come see me?" Song Qiao said in a sour tone.

This woman always comes in the middle of the night, sleeps and then leaves, making it seem like her place is some kind of illicit transaction! ! Song Qiao was angry.

Ye Ziqing didn't pay attention. She looked at Song Qiao for a while and made sure that he was not injured before speaking: "It's okay. The sword debate in the South China Sea will start in a week. I won't go out recently."

The implication is that I will accompany you for a week, cherish it.

What is the use! You can watch it but you can’t eat it!

Song Qiao snorted, "Where did it come from? Have you taken a shower? You are not allowed to go to my bed without taking a shower."

She was wearing a light pink nightgown, and she was charming and innocent. When she opened her mouth, she went to bed, and when she closed her mouth, she took a shower. If she hadn't known her since childhood, Ye Ziqing would have really doubted whether she had gone to open a brothel in the middle of the journey.

"Getting off the plane." Ye Ziqing said helplessly.

airplane? Song Qiao walked to the balcony and looked at the sky, "Did you jump down?"

"Yes, I jumped down with wings."

"My sister will take her high school entrance exam in two days. Don't disturb her. You can sleep in the guest room tonight." Song Qiao turned around and said to Ye Ziqing.

Um? Is there any relationship between the two? Why would Qiao Yan be disturbed wherever he slept? Ye Ziqing's simple brain could not understand Song Qiao's trash literature.

"Excuse me, do you have time to chat?" Feng Yi stood on the tree outside the balcony and said calmly.

On another branch, Ling Xiao sat there, looking at Ye Ziqing with a half-smile.

"Don't you masters like to go through the gate?" Song Qiao couldn't help but ask.

In the bedroom, a group of four people looked at each other with big eyes.

"You guys stayed up late at night to see me? I'm so grateful. Is there anything you can't say during the day?" Song Qiao sat on the bed, folded his arms, and complained like a machine gun.

"There are so many people during the day, not to mention how would you have seen such a good show if you hadn't come tonight?" Ling Xiao stood leaning against the window.

"What's the show?" Ye Ziqing asked casually.

Feng Yi glanced at Song Qiao's pajamas and changed the color again? It's really not serious. "In the dead of night, there are orphans and widows, dry wood and blazing fire, and the South China Sea Sword Discuss is right in front of you. You have to pay attention to your health, Ye Ziqing." Feng Yi spoke with explosive power.