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

"Zhongzhou... I will go there sooner or later." Song Qiao said lazily.

After occupying the residence of the Demon Palace on Huaishang Island and randomly choosing a side hall in the back hall, Song Qiao lived a life where he could only open his mouth when he reached for his clothes.

Leaning on the soft couch, Song Qiao yawned. Xiao Kun stood aside and said, "Sir, are you tired? I'll have someone bring you something to eat and then give you a massage."

"Huh? Do you still understand this?" Song Qiao asked sleepily.

Xiao Kun smiled proudly and clapped his hands.

Soon, more than a dozen beauties walked in from outside the door. The ones in the front were the most beautiful, so they were empty-handed, while the ones behind them were carrying plates and wine bottles. Song Qiao half-squinted his eyes as he looked at the approaching beauty, almost spitting out all the wine he just drank.

Needless to say, although Xiao Kun's mouth is a bit mean, his aesthetics are pretty good. He is a beautiful woman with big breasts, big waist, slender legs and long legs. Both of them have charming smiles on their faces. Of course, if the clothes on her body are It would be nice if it wasn't so transparent...

"Sir~"

"I'm here to serve you~"

The singing of warblers and swallows was endless, and Song Qiao was drowned by the beauty before she could even sit up.

Xiao Kun smiled extremely happily and didn't mind at all that his beauty was being enjoyed by Song Qiao.

Using his spiritual power to push the beauties away, Song Qiao sat up, straightened his clothes, and said with a slightly red face, "Well! Massage is fine, but there's no need for anything else..."

Xiao Kun frowned slightly, and then suddenly realized, "Look at me, I forgot that you are a woman. In this way, I also have a few handsome men here. I will go right now..."

"Xiao Kun!! If you dare to shout, I will kill you!" Song Qiao shouted angrily.

Xiao Kun was stunned, then chuckled, "Let me just say, there is no way a man can be worthy of an adult, but a beauty like water is more suitable for an adult. Don't be shy, I'll leave now, enjoy yourself~"

The palace door closed immediately.

Song Qiao looked around, and the beauties surrounding her looked at her sadly. The thin gauze clothes could not block the graceful spring scenery.

She pinched her eyebrows and said, "Change into clothes and give me some food."

He spent a month of pain and joy in the Demon Palace. During this period, Song Qiao searched all the Demonic Cultivation Books in the residence.

Only then did I realize that if you want to practice orthodox demonic skills, you need to plant demonic seeds in your heart.

This is the demon planted in the Taoist heart. In this way, spiritual power can be transformed into demonic energy, and power can be obtained in the midst of killing and darkness. Song Qiao did not plant a demon. Just like using spiritual power, she simulated the physical state after planting a demon and could mobilize the demonic energy between heaven and earth at will, so as to switch between it anytime and anywhere.

After learning what he needed, Song Qiao left a message for Xiao Kun and quietly left the station. In the coming days, she would travel throughout Huaishang Island to familiarize herself with the Taoist techniques she had learned, and also look for any natural and earthly treasures.

Facts have proved that Song Qiao's choice was right.

Near the sea area of ​​​​Huaishang Island near Zhongzhou, she encountered a secret realm opening. After entering, with a sweep of her mind, she knew that there was nothing she needed here. She wanted to leave, but her soul suddenly felt a throbbing.

It's a familiar feeling.

Song Qiao pursed her lips and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the depths of the secret realm.

Deep in the secret realm, there turned out to be a tomb. Outside the tomb grew many strange flowers and plants, and dozens of monks were fighting here. But inside the tomb, it was a different scene.

This is a tomb that is completely covered in blue and gray. There is only one corridor in the tomb that leads to the outside world. A burst of fast footsteps can be heard. The white shadow flashed past, and the girl with a stern look looked back and struck a sword to stop the zombies following behind. The next second, she used her strength to retreat and jumped into the open coffin in the tomb. Just as she was about to lift the coffin lid with her scabbard, a flash of red clothes flashed before Leng Buding's eyes.

There was a soft body lying on top of her. She only had time to see a pair of beautiful mist-filled eyes. The coffin lid flew up and covered the top, plunging the small space into darkness.

The girl opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but her lips were covered with a slightly cold finger. She smelled the light and strange fragrance of flowers, and the woman's soft body was on her body. A gentle and low-pitched voice came from her ear: "Shh... Quiet……"

In the small and dark space, the girl's heartbeat was beating like a drum. She didn't even know why she was so obedient and kept quiet when she was told to.

I don't know how much time passed, but the coffin lid suddenly opened, and the crystals in the tomb emitted a not so bright light. The girl saw the appearance of the woman lying on top of her, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. She subconsciously wanted to speak, but she forgot that there was a finger on her lips.

So the tip of my tongue accidentally touched it.

Both of them were stunned. The woman on the girl was the first to come to her senses and chuckled softly. Her fingers moved to the girl's face and touched her gently, "Good boy..."

The ambiguous atmosphere was quickly broken by the system in Song Qiao's mind, which began to complain crazily.

[Seriously Song Qiao! I think you've become less and less humane since you started smoking! You even teased your own ghost! ! 】

【So heartbroken! Are you not going to make lilies and want to make daffodils? ! 】

[Look at the person underneath you! She is still a child! ! ! 】

Song Qiao rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and with one force, he flew out of the coffin with the girl. After the two landed, the girl immediately took a step back and moved farther away.

Her eyes had returned to clarity at this time, and she looked at Song Qiao with a hint of defensiveness.

At this time, the system clearly saw the girl's appearance through Song Qiao's eyes, [Fuck! ! ! When did you and Ye Ziqing have a daughter? ! ! 】

Yes, the girl in front of her was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was dressed in a white-gold noble gown with her long hair tied up. Her facial features were somewhat similar to Song Qiao's, but her eyes were very much like Ye Ziqing's. Plus, that She has a cool and noble temperament, but she is too young and is a little more immature than Ye Ziqing.

After the girl saw Song Qiao's appearance clearly, she felt a little more frightened in her heart. She always felt that the woman in front of her looked very familiar, as if she had seen her before somewhere.

"Senior, have we met somewhere?" the girl asked, her voice was very pleasant, like a bell and ice.

Song Qiao took a step closer to her, without giving her a chance to resist. He put his arm around her waist and touched his forehead to hers.

What a beautiful scene it was in the dark tomb room. The young girl was imprisoned in the arms of the lady in red.

The moment their foreheads touched, the girl seemed to see countless scenes, love, hate, hatred, flashing quickly like light and shadow, but she was not deliberately allowed to feel it. After they separated, she looked at Song Qiao with complex eyes, "We..."

"It's each other..." Song Qiao whispered.

"Why don't you kill me?" the girl couldn't help but ask.

Song Qiao touched her eyes, "Why should I kill you? You are a sword spirit that is rare to see in ten thousand years. Your life and your legend have just begun."

"Pei Wu, you will go very far..." Song Qiao called out the girl's name.

Pei Wu bit her lip. Her soul was still throbbing. The person in front of her felt so familiar to her. She wanted to become one with her. She couldn't even tell whether it was her own feeling or the feeling of her soul against the strong. the surrender of the person.