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

Pei Wu has never seen anyone like Song Qiao in his whole life.

She was able to express her own unhappiness so calmly, as if the scumbag in her mouth was not herself.

Subconsciously, Pei Wu covered Song Qiao's mouth. "say no more."

Song Qiao's eyes were clear, but he stopped and stopped talking.

In fact, she really wanted to talk to Pei Wu, not in the way of sharing souls, but in the way of night chat with best friends.

She wanted to tell Pei Wu who she had loved, what she had done, how many hearts she had broken, and what price she had paid.

While she has no feelings, no love, and no sadness, tell Pei Wu calmly and rationally.

Let Pei Wu understand not to touch illusory love, not to fall in love with Jinglan, and not to repeat the path she walked.

But since Pei Wu didn't let her say it, she wouldn't say it either.

Anyway, the days are still long, and one day, Pei Wu will be willing to listen.

If she didn't tell Pei Wu these words, who could she tell them to?

The reason why Song Qiao left Xuantian Sect was simple. She accepted a sect mission and went to Baihua Valley to purchase agave. This mission was not dangerous, and an elder from Baihua Valley accompanied him, so Yu Zhi agreed.

She placed a mark on Song Qiao, which would protect her life if she encountered danger that she could not resist. And with just that moment of resistance, Yu Zhi could come to her side.

After getting on Luo Fusheng's flying boat, Song Qiao looked at Xuantian Sect who was gradually moving away, as if he could still see Pei Wu's reluctant eyes.

"Oh, don't look, your little lover is no longer visible." Luo Fusheng said with a sneer.

"Don't frame me falsely, I'm innocent."

"Oh, seriously, isn't that child really the daughter of you and Ye Ziqing? She looks so much like you two." Luo Fusheng asked maliciously.

Song Qiao glanced at her and said, "Why, are you envious and jealous? Are you unable to love your daughter Jiang, that's why you care about her soul so much?"

Luo Fusheng's expression was distorted for a moment, "You really think I don't dare to kill you!"

"Come on, kill me, right now. Anyway, my wife is dead and I don't want to live anymore." Song Qiao shrugged indifferently.

Luo Fusheng clenched his fists, "Isn't it amazing to have a dead wife!" ! ! ! You black widow! !

The flying boat was very fast and left the territory of Xuantian Sect in the blink of an eye. Song Qiao stood on the edge of the flying boat. She slowly exhaled. In an instant, her temperament changed drastically.

Luo Fusheng stood not far away, watching helplessly as the man was reborn from the ashes, his body engulfed in flames inch by inch.

After a moment, another person walked out of the flames.

Dressed in red like fire, she is tall, slender but not frail. Except for the vermilion between her eyebrows and her smoky gray eyes, she has nothing in common with the previous Jiang Song.

There was a faint smile on that beautiful and charming face. She stood on the edge of the flying boat, raised her fingertips to touch her lips, blew a kiss to Luo Fusheng, and then fell back, under the cold air. In the wind, she turned into countless petals and floated away in the wind.

Only one sentence was left for Luo Fusheng.

"Goodbye, Rahu."

At that moment, Luo Fusheng's eyes suddenly widened. She left the flying boat in an instant and stood in the air. However, the beautiful silhouette had long since disappeared, and she could not trace it.

"Female ginger!!"

Luo Fusheng has no way of knowing how much of Nv Jiang's memory Song Qiao got and what he knew.

It was precisely because of those words that all her plans were disrupted.

In the Wuji Dynasty of Zhongzhou, beside the mountain stream, the beauty in red was sitting there, playing with the Tongyin turtle in her hand.

"Yeah, thank you, senior sister, I understand, I will go there, don't worry."

After the chat ended, Song Qiao smiled happily. "The Qiqiao Fruit will be auctioned in the capital of Wuji Dynasty in three days. I must get it."

[Why did you call Luo Fu Sheng Rahu? Have you obtained the memory of the Supreme God? 】The system asked timidly.

It must be afraid, that is the Supreme God! If Song Qiao has really recovered his memory, it can no longer make fun of Song Qiao!

"Only a little bit, the memory brought by Xingyuan, I just know her name." Song Qiao replied lightly.

[Okay, is she really Rahu? Isn’t Luo Hu dead long ago? 】

"Oh, Jiutian Xuannv has died a long time ago. Who is entangled with me now?" Song Qiao asked with a sneer.

"These ancient gods will never really die, and their power will not disappear out of thin air, but will only be transferred. As an ancient demon god, Luo Hu will wait until all the seals of Nu Jiang are released, and she will be completely resurrected. At that time..." Song Qiao took a deep breath.

Standing up, she looked towards the sky, "At that time, all the authority that the Western God has stolen from her will be spit out."

[You don’t seem to hate her, nor are you worried about her resurrection. 】

"She is Nv Jiang's enemy, not mine. At least looking at it now, we can cooperate."

Song Qiao didn't explain too much to the system. The plan in her mind was taking shape. Although there were some minor modifications due to Jinglan and Pei Wu, it was... harmless.

Three days later, after successfully photographing the Seven-Aperture Fruit and feeling the abundant life force contained in it, Song Qiao couldn't wait to return to another world and use it for her daughter.

It had been nearly two years since she came to Tianyuan World, and she missed that child extremely.

But not yet...

After meeting with the spies hidden in the Wuji Dynasty in the Demon Palace, Song Qiao only briefly recognized the person and did not give many instructions.

She quickly left the Wuji Dynasty and returned to the Demon Realm.

As soon as she arrived in the Demon Realm, she completely released her true nature. On the way to the Demon Palace, those who provoked her without opening their eyes almost never ended well. She was so bad that she didn't use the token, which made people think she was a newcomer with no background.

The originally peaceful Demon Realm was once again shaken by a bloody storm. For a moment, everyone remembered that there seemed to be a beauty in red who had done the same thing more than a year ago.

In the magic city, the familiar Law Enforcement Hall. Song Qiao sat there with her legs crossed, smiling sweetly at the cold-faced Lanshan.

"Long time no see, Master, did you miss me?"

Lan Shan sneered, "How could you, a dignified disciple of Xuantian Sect's Yulei Peak, think of coming to my little Demon Palace Law Enforcement Hall?"

Song Qiao stood up, walked to Lan Shan, and poked her shoulder with a finger, "It's sour~ Let alone just a Yu Lei Feng, even if I become the young master of the Xuantian Sect, it can't change that I am a demon." The fact of being a palace person.”

Lanshan looked at her for a long time, then smiled and said, "Let's go, the Demon Lord wants to see you."

The second time he came to the Holy Mountain, deep in the palace covered with black flowers, Song Qiao met the legendary Demon Lord.

It is no longer a projection, nor a clone, but the real Demon Lord.

She never expected that Demon Lord would be such a person.

Wearing a white gauze dress, with his black hair pulled up, he sat under the tree and read with a book. After Song Qiao arrived, she raised her eyes and looked over.

With just one glance, Song Qiao understood that the other party was indeed the Demon Lord.

In those crimson pupils, there was a combination of extreme destruction and calmness. It's a look down from above, it's domineering, it's darkness, it's the desire to control everything.

"Lan Shan, you finally brought our Demon Palace Saint." Demon Lord said his first words after meeting.