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

Song Qiao was awakened by a soft voice.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a place filled with soft white light, surrounded by silence, with no end in sight.

She seemed to have seen a similar place, which was very similar to the Nine-tailed Fox's divine realm.

She looked up, and sure enough, she saw a person not far away who was shrouded in white light and whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

After waking up Song Qiao, the man slowly walked over. As she approached, the light on his body gradually faded, and Song Qiao saw her appearance.

She has silver hair, each hair strand shining like a star, and even her pupils are silver. Those eyes are full of calmness and indifference, like a mountain after reading thousands of sails.

Compared with the nine-tailed fox, she is more like the master of the high throne.

There's nothing human about it.

Facing such a person, her appearance is no longer important. If Song Qiao was still in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the nine-tailed fox when he saw him, at this time, facing this person who might be the master of the throne, Song Qiao couldn't bring up any emotion towards beauty.

The man looked at Song Qiao, his eyes changing from calmness to a hint of surprise, and finally to understanding, with obvious fluctuations in his eyes.

"Where is this place?" Song Qiao looked around and asked the first question.

"My small divine domain." The man replied, his voice soft and pleasant.

"Who are you? Do you know me?" Song Qiao continued to ask. For some reason, she didn't seem to be afraid of the person in front of her.

"They call me Star Spirit. In fact, I'm just a clone of Emile." Star Spirit answered casually, but the answer shocked Song Qiao.

Sure enough, it was another God's Throne Master. This was the second God's Throne Master she had ever seen besides the nine-tailed fox.

She thought that the God Lords were as down-to-earth as nine-tailed foxes, and Emile finally regained some of Song Qiao's impression of the God Lords.

After knowing that this was Emile's clone, Song Qiao suddenly didn't know what to say. Fortunately, Emile didn't wait for her to speak, and took the initiative to speak: "I know you, you are an old friend."

Song Qiao's heartbeat began to accelerate. Although she knew that she was in a state of trance and there was no such thing as a heartbeat, she still felt this way. The truth, the truth she had sought for so long, was at hand.

Emile changed the subject, "I didn't expect you to come to this world, or even think you were still alive. I just wanted to meet the person who made the Crimson Flower's heart beat, but I got an unexpected reward..."

The two did not expect that it was enough to prove Emile's mood.

Song Qiao suppressed the questions in her mind. She had been waiting for too long. At this moment, she had a more important question, "What's wrong with Si Qing? What are your servants in the upper court going to do to her?"

Emile looked at Song Qiao calmly, "Do you know about the Crimson Flower?"

Song Qiao shook his head.

"That is the weapon left to me by the Supreme God. It is used to seal singularity pollution. Singularity pollution appeared in this world five thousand years ago. When I didn't notice it, the Crimson Flower sensed it and came here independently, and The human fusion of this world has sealed the singularity pollution.”

Singularity... pollution... Song Qiao felt dizzy.

Her heart was gripped by huge fear, and she asked with a trembling voice: "What's the price...the price of the seal..."

"The seal of the Crimson Flower is often uncertain. After it is sealed, it will follow the bloodline of the original owner. Until there is a problem with the seal, the contemporary Crimson Flower needs to sacrifice its life to complete the seal."

It's like this... It's like this... Song Qiao thought of Si Qing's abnormality at the celebration party that day.

No...no...it wasn't just an anomaly on that day.

She took a deep breath and continued to ask: "Si Qing is the contemporary Crimson Flower, right? Did she already know that she was going to be sacrificed?"

Emile was silent for a moment, looking at Song Qiao with a somewhat pitiful look, "When she was born, she had no family, so I rescued her and gave her to an institution under the Upper House to raise her. Ever since she was sensible, I knew clearly Your own destiny.”

How cruel, before she even started to enjoy life, she knew in advance that one day in the future she would die for the survival of mankind. Every day after that could be the last day of her life.

Will she be afraid? Will she be sad? Will she... not give in? Song Qiao was so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe. She lowered her head and covered her eyes.

It's so pitiful that in her state of ecstasy, even shedding tears is a luxury.

"Is there a way to save her? There must be a way." Song Qiao raised his head, looked directly at Emile, and spoke urgently.

Emile shifted his gaze and said, "If you were the same person you once were, maybe you can."

The me of the past, the me of the past, Song Qiao could not control his anger, "Who am I? Tell me! Who am I!"

He sighed softly and said, "Go to the end of the galaxy. You may find the answer to this question there."

"Can you save Si Qing?"

Emile's voice began to fade away, and her voice became a little ethereal, "Don't have hope, that is her destiny..."

"Please! Please tell me! Tell me how to save her!" Song Qiao shouted, but was pushed away irresistibly by a gentle force.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Song Qiao stared at the ceiling. After a long time, she stood up suddenly, opened the door and rushed out.

After searching around, she finally found Si Qing in the mushroom forest before.

It was still the short mushroom tree, with a yellow and white short-legged cat squatting on the tree. Si Qing lowered his head and teased the cat with snacks, with a rare gentle smile on his face.

The wind blew the hem of her skirt and her hair, and her outstretched fingers were as slender as if they were transparent.

Song Qiao looked at that scene with sour eyes. At this moment, she was finally willing to face her heart. She couldn't accept or didn't want to accept that Si Qing might leave her.

Walking to Si Qing and squatting down, Song Qiao put her head on Si Qing's lap and held her hand, her voice choked with sobs. "why did not you tell me……"

Si Qing put down the snacks in confusion and touched Song Qiao's ears, "Huh?"

"I saw the Celestial Spirit."

The smile on Si Qing's lips faded, and her eyes became slightly cold, "Oh... what did she say to you?"

"About you..." Song Qiao said, looking up at Si Qing with sad eyes, "There must be other ways. Let's work together, okay? Don't give up, okay?"

Ever since they knew the fate of the Crimson Flower, everyone has been telling Si Qing, accept your fate, this is your glory and your fate, don't resist, for the sake of the future of all mankind.

No one cares whether she is willing or not, no one cares whether she is afraid, and no one tells her that there are other ways, and we should work together to find other ways.

Si Qing gently kneaded Song Qiao's ears. She liked this action very much and could feel the unique intimacy. Looking at Song Qiao's beautiful smoky gray eyes, she couldn't help but lower her head and kiss them.

"Okay..." she murmured softly.

Okay, my love, come fight fate with me.