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

Pei Wu learned about her past from Song Qiao.

The past that was narrated, bit by bit, was about love, about hurt, and about pain.

If it weren't for the love string, Song Qiao would never be able to calmly tell Si Qing's death and Ye Ziqing's seal.

Even if she loses her love, she still can't help but feel heartache when she talks about the past.

The pain was so severe that she could barely breathe.

It's just that she has been used to it and became numb, so she thought that she had really let go and that it didn't hurt anymore.

Pei Wu tightened his arms and hugged Song Qiao tightly. Her voice was choked up, "I will always be with you..."

Forever.

This word is too beautiful and too unreal.

Song Qiao smiled and rested his chin on Pei Wu's shoulder, "Why, are you not afraid that I will kill you now?"

Pei Wu shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I can give you whatever you want."

Song Qiao's eyes were dazed for a moment, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. "No, Ah Wu, I hope you are happy." She hoped that Pei Wu would always be happy and free and easy.

She is a natural sword spirit, and there are no obstacles on the road to immortality. As long as she persists, she will one day achieve Jinglan's current achievements. She is also the young sect leader of the Xuantian Sect. Except for a few forces under the rule of the gods, no one is more noble than her. As long as she doesn't get tempted and doesn't fall in love with someone she shouldn't love, she will always be happy.

Pei Wu smelled the fragrance of Song Qiao's hair and held back what he was about to say.

She wanted to say, I will be happy only if you are always by my side.

But she couldn't tell.

She couldn't put any burden on Song Qiao, even though she knew that if she said it, Song Qiao would definitely agree.

Xuantian Sect’s ten-year outer sect competition is about to begin, and it’s about whether they can enter the inner sect. Recently, all the outer sect disciples have been working overtime to practice. If you stand on the cloud and look down at the inner sect, you can see The lights remain on until late at night.

Even Tianqi Peak's library was crowded with inner disciples that were rarely seen on weekdays.

Because when the outer sect competes, the inner sect disciples will also compete, and the ranking is related to the disciples' allowance for the next year. And if you perform well, you will be accepted as a registered disciple by the elders.

This is a rare opportunity, and the fate of many people will be rewritten.

But this busy atmosphere has nothing to do with Song Qiao.

Since sending Meng Lingyu away, her life has returned to peace. She doesn't have to exercise at night and can sleep quietly holding her doll.

Although exercise makes people physically and mentally happy, excessive exercise can cause fatigue.

Once again adjusting his breath in the cold pool, Song Qiao opened his eyes and looked at Jinglan opposite.

"Sect Master, you know, actually I don't need any treatment." Song Qiao said calmly.

Jinglan pursed her lips and looked at Song Qiao, "I know."

Song Qiao sighed softly in his heart. Now that he has made a decision, he can no longer regret it or back down.

She has no way out, nor will she want to.

The next second, she stood up from the water, a flame ignited, and her body transformed in the fire. As she walked, the transformation was gradually completed.

By the time she came to Jinglan, she had already changed back to her original appearance.

The moonlight was bright, Jinglan looked at the woman in front of him, his pupils trembling slightly. The throbbing in her heart was beyond her control. She tightened the palms in her sleeves, and for a moment, she forgot to make a sound.

It is a completely opposite temperament and appearance, aggressive, fierce, and beautiful that people dare not look directly at.

At this time, her appearance matched her beautiful smoky gray pupils. What Jinglan saw inside was a rebellious indifference and a certain obscure emotion.

"I am an undercover agent sent by the demon clan." Song Qiao spoke first, and his first words were Wang Zha.

Jinglan blinked slightly, "Why did you tell me?"

"Because I can't hide it from you, Sect Master, the Demon Lord can't control me, I'm free." The two of them were standing face to face at this time, not very close, but definitely not far away.

Jinglan could clearly see the expression on Song Qiao's face, and the mocking smile on her lips when she said she was free.

"I can't control you either, Jiang Song, you know." Jinglan's voice was slightly deeper.

"I can help you detect information about the demon clan, but I may leave the sect often. I hope the sect master can help me cover up." Song Qiao stated his purpose.

Very unfamiliar, very deliberate.

Jinglan knows that she can be gentle and patient with anyone, she can play wantonly with Yu Zhi, she can hug Pei Wu, and she can joke with Chu Yi freely, but she is always separated from herself.

She couldn't tell what it was, but she felt very uncomfortable.

Jinglan couldn't help but take a step forward, and the distance between the two instantly shortened. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Song Qiao's sleeve, "You don't have to...put yourself in danger..."

Song Qiao lowered her eyes and looked at Jinglan's hand, the emotions in her heart becoming more and more complicated.

"Sect Master, you care too much about me, it's unnecessary." She replied slightly coldly.

Jinglan slowly retracted her hand, "I..."

"I have something to do, so I'm going back first. Please consider my proposal. If you still have doubts about my identity, you can expel me from the Xuantian Sect at any time." Song Qiao nodded to Jinglan and took out a diamond from the ring. You must take the Ninth Grade Shapeshifting Pill.

But Jinglan held his hand down.

"This medicine is harmful to your health, don't take it anymore." Her tone was still calm, although she was clearly concerned.

Song Qiao looked at her with a half-smile, "If you don't eat, how are you going to explain to everyone that my appearance has changed?"

In an instant, Jinglan grabbed Song Qiao's hand and gently drew a rune on the back of her hand.

The next second, Song Qiao's figure and face changed.

It's an illusion.

Song Qiao noticed it. After all, she was a master of illusion.

"This technique can be used to cover up. No one can break it except you and me. Even the gods can't detect it if they don't expend some effort to deliberately target you." Jinglan tightened Song Qiao's hand and looked at it. her eyes.

"So, you don't have to worry, and don't take any more ninth-grade transfiguration pills."

Feeling the heat coming from the two people's palms touching each other, Song Qiao was silent for a while, then turned away his face and said, "Thank you, Master."

"Jiang Song...is that your real name?" Jinglan asked.

"That's right." Song Qiao replied.

"Then can I call you Jiang'er?"

Jiang Er...

It's like dreaming back to the previous life.

Song Qiao's smile became weird. She turned her head and looked at Jinglan, "Do you know what it means to call me that?"

Jinglan was stunned for a moment, and her intuition was not a good thing. "What?"

"It means you are infinitely close to the Nine Heavens Xuannv."

After an uncomfortable silence, Jinglan slowly let go of Song Qiao's hand and frowned slightly.

She seemed unable to understand why Song Qiao knew about Jiutian Xuannv.

Did Meng Lingyu tell her?

Her doubts were quickly solved, because Song Qiao took the initiative to approach her, put his hand on her shoulder, approached her ear, and whispered softly: "Because the beloved of Jiutian Xuannv, let's call her Jiang Er..."

"Jinglan, you can really tell whether it's your heart that's moving or the fetters Xuan Nu left behind."