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

Jinglan's palms were filled with heat, and the thin layer of pajamas couldn't stop it.

Song Qiao turned his back to her and lowered his eyes, unable to see clearly the emotions inside.

A cool spiritual energy flowed through her body, repairing her body burned by the power of thunder and fire in the blink of an eye. There was a tingling sensation in his spiritual veins, and Song Qiao couldn't hold it back and moaned softly.

"Your body needs to go to the cold pool once a month. After absorbing the spiritual power of the cold pool, I will help you soothe your spiritual veins." Jinglan's voice sounded.

Song Qiao held onto the table beside him, "Can't you ask Master to help me?"

"Her strength attributes are the same as yours. She will only become more helpful and worse." Jinglan replied calmly.

Jinglan looked at Song Qiao's slender back, and could see the veins of blood vessels in her hand holding the table. A strange feeling spread in her heart. It was unfamiliar and made her feel intolerable.

She didn't wait for Song Qiao to answer and quietly disappeared from the room.

Pei Wu found that her master seemed a little uneasy recently, "Master, what did I do wrong?" she couldn't help but ask.

Jinglan came back to her senses, "No."

"But... you've been looking at me." Pei Wu said a little embarrassed.

How should I put it? Jinglan was not looking at her, but looking at another person through her.

There is obviously no similarity at all, but Jinglan just feels that Pei Wu and Jiang Song are somewhat similar. There is no logic, and no one will believe it.

After controlling his inexplicable emotions, Jinglan's expression returned to normal, "I'm going to Kunlun Mountain to discuss Taoism for a while. You can practice well."

Pei Wu was a little surprised, "But Master, you have gone to Kunlun. What will happen to Jiang Song? Her body has not recovered yet."

Narrowing his eyes, "How do you know I'm recuperating her body?"

"She told me..." Pei Wu tugged at the corners of his clothes.

"Huh..." Jinglan was in a mixed mood. Should she say that the two had a good relationship, or should she be angry that Jiang Song didn't take what she did to heart?

Seeing that Jinglan was about to leave, Pei Wu stepped forward and said, "Master..."

"You can also recuperate her." After saying that, Jinglan threw a movement technique into Pei Wu's palm.

One month later, Yuleifeng Hantan.

Pei Wu sat cross-legged on the shore. Unlike Jinglan who was as careful as she was that day, she watched Song Qiao adjust her breath in the water openly.

With his whole body immersed in the water, Pei Wu could only see a section of his shoulder.

Opening his eyes, Song Qiao let out a breath of cold air, turned around, put his hands on the rocks on the shore, and smiled softly at Pei Wu. "Awu, can you help me adjust it later?"

She turned around too quickly, and Pei Wu couldn't avoid it. He could only look into those beautiful smoky gray eyes and the looming beauty in front of her.

The tips of his ears turned crimson, and Pei Wu slowed down his breathing, "Yes, I'll do it."

"Are you going back to Xuantian Peak tonight?" Song Qiao said, suddenly standing up and about to come up.

Pei Wu immediately closed his eyes and heard a rustling sound in his ears. It was Song Qiao getting dressed.

"It will be all right……"

"Then let's go. Don't go back tonight. After you help me recuperate, I have something to tell you."

After hearing Song Qiao's words, Pei Wu opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Song Qiao had put on his clothes. But before he could relax, he was caught off guard by Song Qiao, who suddenly bent over and approached.

The hot tips of her ears were touched by cool fingers, and she saw the teasing smile in Song Qiao's eyes.

"You're so shy. You're so cute. How can you be shy just because you're watching yourself take a shower?" Song Qiao's laughter was crisp.

Pei Wu was a little angry, "As I said, we are two people now, you... you are shameless!"

Song Qiao still bent her eyes, she scratched Pei Wu's nose, "Yes, it's me who is shameless. When you, the little sister, get older, maybe I will be shy, now... haha..."

Pei Wu was still angry until he returned to the room and lay on the bed. He turned his back to Song Qiao and said no more.

Her back was poked, and Song Qiao's voice sounded behind her, "Help me take care of myself, hurry up..."

Pei Wu turned around and grabbed Song Qiao's hand. His spiritual power surged to help Song Qiao absorb the cold power.

She didn't finish as quickly as Jinglan, and it took about a quarter of an hour to finish.

After letting go of his hand, Pei Wu was about to turn over again when Song Qiao held down his shoulders.

She fell into Song Qiao's arms, and the man's pointed chin was placed on her shoulder. Her body was cold and she was shaking with ice.

"I won't tease you next time..."

Pei Wu pursed her lips, and the next second, she put her hands on Song Qiao's waist and tightened her arms.

"Pei Wu, you hug me so tightly, are you going to strangle me?" Song Qiao complained angrily.

"Well, I'll strangle you." Pei Wu buried his head on Song Qiao's neck and murmured in a low voice.

"Okay, let me tell you business, I want to go down the mountain."

Pei Wu, who had lowered his head, immediately raised his head and looked straight at Song Qiao. "Where to go?"

Song Qiao was startled, "What are you doing! Why are you so serious? Of course I'm reporting the progress to my superiors!"

Who is the murderer? Pei Wu gritted his teeth, "I'll go with you!"

"Haha, and then you were kidnapped by the demons, right? Your current identity is the young sect master. You can't go anywhere until you break through the Mahayana stage!"

"What if you never come back after going down the mountain!" Pei Wu blurted out these words.

Song Qiao laughed helplessly, "Where can I go while you are here? Don't worry, I will definitely be back before Yu Zhi comes out of Siguo Cliff."

"She is your master, how can you call her by her first name?" Pei Wu muttered.

"Jinglan is still the sect master, so I won't call her by her name anyway." Song Qiao snorted coldly.

The topic was discontinued. Pei Wu looked into Song Qiao's eyes and said no more.

Only then did Song Qiao realize that the distance between the two of them was a little too close, and the tips of their noses were about to touch each other just one centimeter away. To be honest, if it was Meng Lingyu who was being held in her arms at this moment, with this atmosphere and distance, the two of them would have been engaged in a passionate fight.

But unfortunately, she was hugging herself.

Thinking of this, Song Qiao sighed and raised his hand to cover Pei Wu's face.

"Oh...what a pity..." She sighed.

Pei Wu was a little confused, but did not take away Song Qiao's hand. His long eyelashes swept across her palm. "What's a pity?" she asked curiously.

"It's a pity that the spirit fish is not here. The atmosphere just now was really suitable for kissing." Song Qiao never thought of hiding anything from Pei Wu. She was natural and relaxed in front of Pei Wu, and said whatever came to her mind.

"Who is the spirit fish?" Pei Wu asked subconsciously.

"One of my wives..." Song Qiao replied awkwardly.

one? Pei Wu took Song Qiao's hand away, his pupils trembling. "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Song Qiao blinked and said the most scumbag words with the most innocent face.

"Huh? I know, I have many lovers, most of them are dead, and there is only one spirit fish left alive."

"It's not...you...this..." Pei Wu was confused and didn't know what to say.

Song Qiao pinched her face and said, "Don't worry, she is my wife, not your wife. Speaking of which, they are both the souls of Jiutian Xuannv. They are the same person in different planes of life. It's just me. It's scumbag and it hurts them."

She didn't feel any pain or sadness when talking about these past events, only apologies and regrets for them.