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

What are you doing?

Speaking of which, Song Qiao actually didn't think about what she wanted to do. She was just affected by the pupil technique. After forcibly using the Murakami sword, she was frustrated and had a tendency to self-destruct.

Originally, she wasn't planning to tell Ye Ziqing in such a drastic way. At least, she had to wait until the two of them had finished making love, and then she would find a chance to talk about it bit by bit.

This is just great.

Song Qiao sighed and couldn't help but think about the kiss just now.

It was the first time she saw Ye Ziqing like that, which made her original regretful mood fade a lot. Being able to see Ye Ziqing lose control was not a loss, it was worth it. Even if she woke up and was strangled to death, she would die without regrets. , of course, it would be best to strangle her to death on the bed.

"I won't go back for the time being. Let my body recuperate. I have to go on a mission." Song Qiao said.

The system has been rendered speechless by this woman, [Are you sure? 】

"Well, let's go. If you do 100% completion two more times, you can probably get back to five stars."

Putting his hand on the carved wooden door, Song Qiao thought of one thing before falling into darkness. Meng Lingyu has become a high god, and he must be able to gather many remnants of souls from low-level planes. Gu Mingjun is probably the last remnant soul of an ordinary person. She will never encounter Ye Qing's soul again in planes below five stars.

This is also the reason why she does the task so straightforwardly. Without the shackles of the split soul, she can complete the task quickly.

This is a private island, one of Ye Ziqing's properties. She bought it a few years ago and has never had the chance to come here. This rare visit was to recuperate from her injuries.

She was slightly injured in the battle with Abe Keimachi, but Momo's blow made her injuries much worse.

But that wasn't enough to affect her.

It was Song Qiao who caused her pain.

There are very few servants in the vacation villa. There are only two cleaning aunts and one cooking aunt. They usually change shifts every half month. They are all people trained by the Ye family's old house. They are strict-tongued and have strong business skills.

When Ye Ziqing arrived, the aunts who had been trained for a long time were not too surprised and just did their own thing under Ye Ziqing's instructions.

In the master bedroom, she gently placed Song Qiao on the bed. The blood stains instantly stained the sheets red, stinging Ye Ziqing's eyes.

She reached out with some trembling hands and unbuttoned Song Qiao's clothes.

When her top was taken off, a huge and hideous wound penetrated her waist and abdomen, almost cutting her into two pieces.

Under Ye Ziqing's desperate efforts to convey spiritual power, the wound was constantly healing and being torn apart.

A drop of tear fell, dripping on Song Qiao's body, mixed with her blood, and quickly disappeared.

It turns out that the heartache is so numb that you will cry.

After two days of non-stop care, the remaining power of Tenguan Jiro in Song Qiao was finally eliminated. The wound finally began to heal instead of tearing open. Ye Ziqing stood up, shook his body, and held on to the head of the bed.

After a while, she walked to the bathroom, filled the warm water, wetted the towel, and carefully cleaned Song Qiao's body.

After cleaning up and putting on her nightgown, she carried Song Qiao to the guest bedroom to rest, and then asked her aunt to change the bedding.

Outside the window was the white sand beach and the blue sea. The scenery was beautiful, but Ye Ziqing had no intention of admiring it.

She took a shower and came out to look in the mirror. The person in the mirror had some black eyes. For a person of her strength, staying up for two days and two nights was nothing. It was just that she was seriously injured and had been consuming spiritual energy to heal Song Qiao, so she was so exhausted.

Beside the bed in the guest bedroom, Ye Ziqing looked at Song Qiao's unconscious face with a sad look.

She hesitated for a moment, then got on the bed. She didn't dare to hug Song Qiao, so she could only hold his hand and clasp her fingers tightly.

She was so exhausted that she only had time to set up a barrier to prevent anyone from coming in, and then fell into a deep sleep.

She seemed to have fallen into a dream. In the dream, she saw herself turning into a different person and falling in love with Song Qiao. She couldn't feel those intense emotions, just a little numb.

Until the deepest part of the dream, she saw a woman wearing a black dress and saw her face.

He was eighty percent similar to himself, the only difference was his eyes.

There was a mixture of calmness and madness in the gloomy, deep purple pupils.

She instantly realized who it was. It was Meng Lingyu who Song Qiao said became a god and went crazy.

For a moment, Ye Ziqing was not sure whether this was a dream or reality.

She saw Meng Lingyu reveal a sarcastic smile, as if he was watching a joke, "She belongs to me."

It was obviously a very light sentence, but it seemed like thunder penetrated the darkness and pierced the dream.

Ye Ziqing opened his eyes suddenly.

A good nap didn't relax her much, on the contrary, she became more and more tired.

The hand held in the palm was slightly cold, but soft. Tell her where she is now and who is next to her.

Ye Ziqing turned sideways and traced the tip of Song Qiao's nose with his fingertips, all the way up to cover Song Qiao's eyes. She thought of the way Song Qiao cried when she came back from the Pharaoh's tomb and saw him. With despair and sadness, she must have been worried at that time.

The person she was talking about was probably Meng Lingyu.

At that time, had Meng Lingyu already killed Gu Mingjun, so she was so scared.

The desolation in Ye Ziqing's heart was slowly filled. She approached Song Qiao and smelled the familiar faint fragrance. The tingling pain in her brain was relieved a lot. She thought that her principles and bottom line were probably irrelevant to Song Qiao.

Obviously I hate deception and betrayal the most.

But he still forgave this woman over and over again.

Song Qiao couldn't wake up for a while, so Ye Ziqing calmed down and left the room.

At the seaside, she removed the barrier, and the giant ship floating on the sea approached the dock. A group of people got off the boat, all familiar faces.

Cen Hanyan, Dai Na, Xin Che, Hong Yang. He was worried about Ye Ziqing, so he came to see her.

Elaine, Qiao Yan, Ling Xiao, and Feng Yi were worried about Song Qiao. Among them, Ling Xiao and Feng Yi probably wanted to see her by the way. After all, they were all friends.

Qiao Yan looked the most nervous. He jumped down from the boarding stairs and ran to Ye Ziqing, "Sister Ye! How is my sister?"

Ye Ziqing noticed that there was a black and white Tai Chi jade pendant on Qiao Yan's neck. She turned away and said calmly: "She's fine. Come with me."

Cen Hanyan walked over quickly, "Yi Zi, how are you? Are you injured?" They didn't see Taotao's blow, but in a fight with Abe, they felt that they would not be injured at all.

Ye Ziqing shook his head, "I'm fine."

It's okay! ! I've never seen you look so tired! ! Cen Hanyan was heartbroken, but she knew that Ye Ziqing had always had a stubborn temper, and she told him it was okay, so he was not allowed to ask any more questions.

Outside the guest bedroom, a wave of people came in and a wave of people left.

Feng Yi was extremely silent at this time. She looked at Song Qiao who was pale and unconscious on the bed with confusion. In the end, she just sighed, "Hurry up." She said in a low voice.

Qiao Yan had already been sitting by the bed with tears in his eyes, holding her sister's hand, urging Ruyi to treat her sister quickly.

"Her injury is almost healed! You don't need me! Don't disturb my sleep!" Ruyi refused fiercely.

After everyone else had finished reading, Elaine walked into the room. She reached out and touched Song Qiao's forehead. There was no fever. She communicated spiritually, but there was no response.

Sure enough, he was in a coma.

Elaine straightened up, "Come on, Qiao Yan, let your sister have a good rest." She said, turned around, and unexpectedly met Ye Ziqing's quiet, watery eyes.