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

escape? That is impossible.

Where can I escape? Not to mention that Meng Lingyu was much more powerful than her, even old friends had to exchange a few words when meeting each other, not to mention that the two were not old friends, but lovers.

Meng Lingyu looked at Song Qiao from top to bottom, his smile did not change, but his eyes were much deeper. She came closer, stretched out her arms to hug Song Qiao, and said in a soft voice: "What you wear looks so good..."

Song Qiao's heart felt cold, not because of Meng Lingyu, but because she discovered the fact that she forced herself to ignore. She returned to her true form. She was Song Qiao now, Ye Ziqing's Song Qiao, Meng Lingyu's Song Qiao, but not Si Qing's.

The purpose of her coming here was to save Si Qing.

But it's possible that she was the factor that accelerated Si Qing's death.

"Who are you thinking about? You look so sad..." Meng Lingyu murmured, gently kissing Song Qiao's ear.

Song Qiao suppressed the throbbing in her heart and asked, "Why are you here?" If the high gods could enter at will, then she had better find Si Qing as soon as possible and escape. This was not something they could participate in at all.

Meng Lingyu lowered his head and buried his head on Song Qiao's neck, feeling the familiar light fragrance and temperature, "It's a clone. Many gods came to watch the fun."

Song Qiao's body was a little numb. Meng Lingyu had absorbed too many souls. She knew Song Qiao's body very well, and all the memories were under her control.

"I hate it when others peep." Meng Lingyu's voice was still gentle. Not far behind her, a pool of blood suddenly exploded in an empty space. The clone of an unlucky god was suddenly killed. Not even a scream was left behind.

Song Qiao never noticed that anyone was snooping there. Meng Lingyu's move was either a show of skill or a threat.

Tightening his arms, Meng Lingyu hugged Song Qiao tightly and said, "I will take you to a good place."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was carried and flew up. After a while, she came to the foot of a huge banyan tree.

Song Qiao looked at the beautiful and exquisite wooden house above the banyan tree, "Did you make it?"

"Yes, I sensed that you were coming in, so I made it in advance." Meng Lingyu said with a smile, looking at Song Qiao with burning eyes, hoping to get praise.

"Very beautiful..." Song Qiao said softly.

Flying to the door of the tree house, opening the door, there is a cave inside. The wooden floor was covered with a thick layer of white fur carpet. When the door was closed, the round transparent crystal on the table lit up with light, and luminous butterflies were flying inside.

The bed is made of unknown material and looks very soft and comfortable. While Song Qiao was looking at her, Meng Lingyu was pushed to the wall abruptly. Before he could ask any questions, he was kissed eagerly and passionately.

She felt familiar in this kiss. It was Gu Mingjun's enthusiasm at first. That child always liked to suck the tip of her tongue in his mouth. Then it became gentle, a gentle sweep on the roof of the mouth that Linglong liked.

The lips were gently bitten, and Song Qiao's waist was also kneaded at the same time. This was Li Qingning's habitual action.

Finally, her tongue was invited to dance, which was Meng Lingyu's favorite method all along.

After the clothes fell to the floor, butterflies were still flying up and down in the room, light and shadow were swimming, and figures overlapped on the wooden wall.

Song Qiao felt in a daze that she was sleeping with different lovers. She understood that this was Meng Lingyu's bad taste, but she was powerless and unqualified to stop it.

They are one person.

Song Qiao curled up in Meng Lingyu's arms, with a hint of tiredness on her face. "Take a rest for a while..." She said, her voice hoarse, even more tired than before when she came to this space and was busy escaping.

Meng Lingyu stroked her smooth back, and his fingertips slid along the spine, feeling delicate. "Your body shouldn't feel tired. Do you still need to rest?"

"Well...this kind of thing...even if you really become a god, you will still be tired..." Song Qiao turned over and turned his back to Meng Lingyu.

Holding Song Qiao in his arms, Meng Lingyu gently pecked the back of her neck and kissed her, but paused slightly.

There was a scent that did not belong to Song Qiao on the back of her neck. Meng Lingyu was sensitive to it and gently rubbed the tip of her nose there.

It wasn't her imagination, it really was.

"You have another kind of fragrance..." Meng Lingyu's voice was filled with inexplicable emotions.

"Well... I met your ghost." Song Qiao replied simply.

As if he didn't expect her to be so honest, Meng Lingyu didn't speak for a while, "Are you with her?"

"Ah."

Song Qiao didn't even frown when her wrists were pinched. The next second, she was held down by Meng Lingyu and continued what she was doing.

His shoulder was bitten, and the smell of blood came out, making Song Qiao tremble slightly. "Why do you do this...you can obviously kill her directly." Meng Lingyu's voice was hoarse.

Ha...kill her...

Song Qiao couldn't help laughing, "Why should I... uh... kill her..."

"Didn't Ye Ziqing tell you before you entered that world? Didn't she warn you?"

"You already know what kind of person I am. I can't refuse at all..." Song Qiao showed no repentance. She pushed Meng Lingyu away with one force, and pressed Meng Lingyu's heart with one hand, condescendingly.

"Do you need me to tell you? I fell in love with her, and you have a love rival. Do you want to kill her in front of me again? Just like you did to Gu Mingjun."

Meng Lingyu's eyes were slightly red, "But...I am Gu Mingjun...Why are you so cruel to me..."

"If the methods you used were a little gentler, maybe I wouldn't hate you." Song Qiao gritted his teeth slightly.

Meng Lingyu stood up, kissed Song Qiao, and moved his lips to his chin, "Then you hate me. You gave your love to Ye Ziqing and left your hatred to me. At the very least, hate is also a feeling..."

The sky outside turned from bright to dark, and then from dark to bright again.

There is no sun in this space, and the sky is pure white or black during the day and night. The sky is like a blank screen with no other colors.

The atmosphere in the wooden house was still warm, and Song Qiao was trapped between the beds, next to the carpet, and on tables and chairs.

The traces left by the gods were difficult to remove. She was turned over and over, as if she was about to be torn apart, skinned, and devoured.

But she never asked for mercy, and she never shed tears when she was moved. Sometimes Meng Lingyu would get so angry and crazy because of her attitude that she would resort to all kinds of tricks.

A small wound was gently opened on the collarbone. Meng Lingyu lay on her body, licking her lips and tongue, sucking the blood like a demon.

The numbness spread along the wound to the whole body, with a slight, shallow pain.

Just like the love Meng Lingyu gave her, it was always a mixture of beauty and pain. She could not love with all her heart, nor could she hate with all her heart. She was tortured, as if it was punishment.

Song Qiao looked at the roof of the wooden house absentmindedly. She thought that she was guilty. Meng Lingyu was the punishment given to her by heaven. She had wronged too many people, so she had to pay them all back, using her body to sink in pain. soul.