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

In the bright hall, everyone can clearly see the woman walking in.

She was wearing a black dress, and her figure was tall and attractive. One point added to her appearance, and one point taken away from her made her look smaller. There was an earring on one ear, which swayed slightly as she walked. And those deep purple pupils cannot be looked at directly or pondered deeply. The deepest part of the pupils is the twisted power of cause and effect.

Even among the gods, she is the most beautiful in appearance.

Compared to the Demon Lord, she is more like the master of the Demon Realm, evil and flamboyant.

Song Qiao looked at her, a smile flashing in his eyes. It really hasn’t changed at all, Meng Lingyu.

Similarly, Meng Lingyu also noticed Song Qiao as soon as he entered the place. In fact, she only noticed Song Qiao.

Just seeing her face, Meng Lingyu couldn't help but want to rush over and hug her. If she hadn't seen the rejection and comfort in Song Qiao's eyes, she might have taken action.

Meng Lingyu finally laid his eyes on the Demon Lord, "What, do you want me to sit down?"

Although he knew that the opponent was very strong, Demon Lord still did not expect that he had underestimated him. Meng Lingyu was as powerful as her, and there was no way he could be subordinated to her. He originally planned to give the opponent a blow, but now he shot himself in the foot.

"Of course not, just to introduce you." Demon Lord twitched his lips, raised his hand, and started with the master of the four halls.

After introducing them one by one, before Meng Lingyu became impatient, she pulled Song Qiao to her side, "This is the saint of our Demon Palace, Song Qiao."

Song Qiao bowed respectfully to Meng Lingyu, "I have met... Your Excellency."

The Demon Lord has not yet introduced Meng Lingyu, and as Song Qiao, he can only call him "Your Majesty."

Seemingly satisfied with Song Qiao's knowledge, the Demon Lord stood up and put his arm around her shoulders. She noticed that Meng Lingyu's eyes seemed to be a little colder. She thought that the other party was a slight before he was unhappy.

"Come with me, God of Karma, I am not entertaining you well."

In the back hall of the Holy Mountain, Meng Lingyu and Demon Lord were sitting opposite each other. Lan Shan and Song Qiao were the only two people present.

"Inviting me here is not sincere enough." Meng Lingyu said coldly.

The Demon Lord poured himself a full glass of wine, "I will punish myself with three drinks. It will be in your best interest if you and I cooperate, right?"

"There can be many cooperation partners. At the worst, I can waste some time and attract the servants of gods to help me, and the effect will be the same." Meng Lingyu did not follow the Demon Lord's tactics.

"You also said it was a waste of time. Tell me your conditions." The Demon Lord didn't want to beat around the bush anymore.

"I have no interest in the Tianyuan world. After the matter is completed, I want you to follow me and kill Satan."

Seemingly shocked by Meng Lingyu's ambition, the Demon Lord said nothing. Not only her, but Lan Shan was too frightened to even take a breath.

Satan, the lord of darkness, the powerful god, has power throughout the three thousand worlds.

"Are you serious? Are you sure?" Demon Lord couldn't help but ask.

The Lord of the God's Throne is so easy to kill and has been pulled down a long time ago. Since the Supreme God fell asleep, there has never been a case of a higher god killing the Lord of the God's Throne!

Meng Lingyu folded his hands, his face was indifferent, his eyes were disdainful, "Do I look like someone seeking death?"

"Okay! I promise you." The Demon Lord is not a timid person. She dares to covet the entire Tianyuan Realm, so why doesn't she dare to take action against the Lord of the Divine Throne!

"Besides, I also want to be alone." Meng Lingyu continued.

"Say." Demon Lord didn't take it to heart.

Meng Lingyu raised his hand and pointed at Song Qiao, who was standing behind the Demon Lord. "she."

Frowning slightly, Demon Lord looked at Song Qiao suspiciously, and then at Meng Lingyu, "Why does it have to be her? I can send Lan Shan to you, and I can leave everything in the Tianyuan world to her."

"I only want her. I want her not to do errands for me, but to sleep with me." Meng Lingyu said bluntly.

Song Qiao coughed hard.

The Demon Lord opened his mouth and looked at Meng Lingyu strangely, "Are you serious? Are you attracted to her?"

"She's good-looking and she's my favorite. Why, you can't bear to part with me?" Meng Lingyu's eyes turned cold.

Although he was really reluctant to part with it, the Demon Lord rolled his eyes and said, "She is the saint of my Demon Palace! I will warm your bed for you! What a pity! It will ruin the reputation of my Demon Palace..."

"Tell me the important point." Meng Lingyu interrupted her.

"Get married to her and we will get married."

"Deal." Meng Lingyu didn't hesitate.

Song Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, "Excuse me...can you..."

"You have no right to refuse. Get along well with Lingyu and cultivate your relationship." Demon Lord stood up and patted Song Qiao on the shoulder. The moment they looked at each other, his eyes were dark, "Get along well..."

Meng Lingyu was originally given a place to live on the Holy Mountain, but she didn't want to go, so Song Qiao could only take her to her room.

As soon as he entered the door, Meng Lingyu placed a ban on the room. The next second, Song Qiao was hugged by her and her back was pressed against the door panel.

The intensive and hot kiss fell, which was beyond Meng Lingyu's expectation. She had thought that Song Qiao would not resist or cooperate like he did in the secret realm of Jiutian Xuannv. But that's not the case, Song Qiao is more enthusiastic than her.

The kiss lasted for a long time, and after it ended, the two hugged each other tightly and gasped.

Song Qiao buried her head on Meng Lingyu's neck, sucked gently, and planted one flower after another.

"Why...are you so enthusiastic all of a sudden..." Meng Lingyu's voice became slightly hoarse due to emotion.

The kiss went up the neck and landed on the ear. "Because I miss you...Lingyu..."

After stumbling onto the bed, Meng Lingyu lay on his back with Song Qiao's fingers clasped tightly.

She passively endured it and heard Song Qiao calling her name again and again. "Spirit fish...Spirit fish..."

That was the voice she longed for countless times in dreams, and it was the call of her heart.

She was being loved, loved by Song Qiao, from body to heart.

No more resistance, no more hatred, no more escape.

The extreme happiness made her tremble, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes, and then a flushing mist appeared uncontrollably. Holding Song Qiao tightly, she sobbed: "Sister...Song Qiao...Song Qiao..."

Song Qiao kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with gentle eyes, "I'm..."

"I'm here...Spirit Fish...don't cry..."

I don't know how lingering they were, Meng Lingyu huddled in Song Qiao's arms tiredly, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

However, if she opens her eyes at this time, she will find that the eyes of Song Qiao, who was gentle and caring before, are full of sobriety and calmness.

Song Qiao's hand gently touched Meng Lingyu's back, his movements gentle and compassionate, which were the opposite extremes of her eyes.

She didn't lie to Meng Lingyu, she really missed him. After seeing the face that was almost identical to Ye Ziqing's, he couldn't help but want to kiss and hug her.

but……

but……

If love can be performed by hypnotizing oneself, then what else is real?

Her heart was so empty that she had long since lost the ability to love someone.

Song Qiao tightened her arms and hugged Meng Lingyu even closer. The body temperature was transferred to each other, and she could only remind herself through calls one after another that the person in front of her was once her true love.

"Spirit fish..."

"I love you……"

"I really love you……"