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

The child's face still had a blush after the battle. Under everyone's slightly puzzled gaze, her eyes were as bright as stars. Step by step, she came to Song Qiao, and then without hesitation, she embraced Song Qiao into her arms. .

After a moment of silence, the female disciple's screams rang out.

Among the noise, Song Qiao heard Pei Wu's voice.

"Senior sister, I didn't win." Her voice was slightly lowered, as if she was a little regretful.

Song Qiao sighed, "You are already very powerful. In my heart, you are the best."

Pei Wu rubbed her ear and said, "Take me back..."

You can already imagine what the semi-monthly magazine will write in the next few days, something about Senior Sister Qing Leng falling in love with me...

Or maybe Young Master Jianqi is absolutely infatuated...

Not long after Song Qiao sent Pei Wu back, Chu Yi came to inform them that there was a bonfire party in the evening and asked them to attend.

There was a huge bonfire in the square, and when Song Qiao and Pei Wu arrived, they were already busy.

The two left together and appeared together, and there were all kinds of ambiguous looks at them. Fortunately, Song Qiao had long ago developed the face of a city wall. Not to mention that she and Pei Wu were innocent, but even if they were not, she didn't care what others thought.

Pei Wu couldn't be as calm and gentle as her. After walking for a while, he couldn't help but approach Song Qiao and asked softly: "Why do they look at us like that?"

"Oh, I thought we were in love, it's okay." Song Qiao replied calmly.

Pei Wu was stunned for a moment, the tips of his ears turned red, but he felt very useful. "I think..." Before she could finish what she wanted to say, Song Qiao was taken away by the third senior sister, who asked her to be a cook and study the art of barbecue.

Biting his lip, Pei Wu swallowed what he had not finished. Just as he was about to follow, he was stopped by several other people and couldn't move away.

After teaching for a while, Song Qiao also ate some himself. She looked at everyone laughing, lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, raised her hands and made a seal. The power of thunder and fire collided in the air, merged skillfully, and the most beautiful flowers bloomed in the night sky.

"Wow!!! So beautiful!!"

"Who is it! Who is casting the spell?" someone asked.

With so many people, naturally some people noticed Song Qiao's actions, and word spread quickly.

"Thank you, Ninth Senior Sister!" Everyone cheered in surprise.

Song Qiao smiled and looked up at the sky full of fireworks.

There were too many people, it was lively, noisy and noisy.

Song Qiao quietly left, avoiding the crowd, and returned to Yulei Peak.

She did not stop the fireworks and sat on the mountain behind Yulei Peak, drinking wine quietly.

After drinking a few bottles without realizing it, she lay on her back on the grass and waved her fingers gently in front of her face.

Small fireworks exploded in front of her, and they were her own fireworks.

"biu~biu~" She made a low voice and then laughed.

When Jinglan walked over, she saw a scene like that, a little childish, but also a little sad that she couldn't understand. She walked to Song Qiao and sat down, smelling the drunk breeze.

The breeze is not strong when you are drunk, but it has strong stamina. Even an immortal can get drunk.

"Jiang'er, you're drunk, can I take you back?" Jinglan leaned forward, approached Song Qiao, and whispered.

Song Qiao didn't look at her, still setting off his own fireworks.

"It's so beautiful...why don't you look at it?" She murmured softly.

Jinglan thought Song Qiao was talking to her, and when she was about to answer patiently, she heard Song Qiao continue: "You will never see it again..."

"You'll never see it again..."

"I miss you so much……"

"I'm in so much pain..."

"It hurts everywhere..."

"Why did you leave me..."

Jinglan's body was a little stiff. She lowered her head to look at Song Qiao, but she only saw a pair of eyes filled with water and silent tears.

At that moment, Jinglan felt heartbroken, both for Song Qiao's tears and for the person in her mouth.

"hug me……"

"Don't leave me..." Song Qiao was still crying, crying so sadly that it was heartbreaking.

Jinglan tensed her jaw, but the string in her heart broke in the next second.

She clearly heard the sound of the string breaking, and also heard her own sigh.

She finally leaned over again, hugged Song Qiao tightly, and kissed her tear-filled eyes.

"do not Cry……"

"do not Cry……"

Jinglan murmured, bit by bit, kissing Song Qiao's tears away.

Song Qiao closed her eyes and let the person on her body kiss her. Then cautiously, he probed into Jinglan's sea of ​​consciousness and emotions.

The pain was as severe as her soul was torn apart. She fell into a trance and soon woke up. Suppressing the pain that seemed to be torn apart, she opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed away the storm.

She was still drunk, but her eyes regained consciousness. Looking at Jinglan, his eyes were complicated and filled with embarrassment, "I'm sorry... Sect Master... I lost my temper."

Jinglan didn't say anything, but watched as Song Qiao stood up unsteadily, left the back mountain, and walked towards the dormitory.

While Jinglan was comforting Song Qiao, the two of them were so preoccupied with their own thoughts that they didn't notice another person standing under the tree not far away.

Pei Wu leaned against the tree, his nails digging into his palms without feeling any pain.

Her eyes were slightly red as she watched her master kiss Song Qiao.

Violent emotions surged in her heart, and she couldn't distinguish her thoughts.

anger? envy? regret? Still unwilling?

Why can it be Meng Lingyu, or Jinglan, but not myself?

Why no matter how many steps she took, she could never get closer.

Just because she is a split soul? So it was defined as an impermissible existence from the beginning.

In Yuleifeng's dormitory, as soon as Song Qiao entered the room, he could no longer suppress it and spit out a mouthful of blood. Her face was pale, her body was trembling, and there was a faint crack between her eyebrows, as if it was starting to crack from the sea of ​​consciousness in the divine court.

With her current strength, to spy on the Immortal Lord's soul is to seek death.

If it weren't for the seduction that caused Jinglan's emotions to fluctuate violently, she wouldn't even have a chance to pry!

But it's all worth it.

She finally saw and felt the hint of turbulent emotions hidden deep in the ocean of consciousness that even she herself didn't notice.

Song Qiao only thought it was ridiculous.

She held on to the table, step by step, slowly moved to the bed, and lay down weakly. His eyes were as clear as snow, full of cold sarcasm.

"Haha...how ridiculous...people who only focus on the calamity of love are really addicted to lust..." Song Qiao murmured in a low voice, gripping a corner of the quilt with her fingertips because of the pain.

She saw that Jinglan's feelings for Pei Wu only progressed to a good impression, and then stagnated. Likewise, she also saw who the object of her turbulent feelings was. It's all her, every minute and every second is her.

If she had not joined the Xuantian Sect with Pei Wu, Jinglan would have fallen in love with Pei Wu. If she really loved him deeply and was willing to give up her love life for Pei Wu, then Song Qiao would wish them to grow old together and love each other for the rest of their lives. If she really chooses to kill her wife in the end, Song Qiao can join forces with Meng Lingyu to stop it. In the end, she will only be a hurdle in Pei Wu's growth path, and he can just get over it.

but……

Jinglan fell in love with her.

What about Pei Wu?

Jinglan said, what should I do?

Song Qiao's thoughts gradually became blurred due to the pain, and she couldn't help but chuckle. This time, it was at herself.

"What else can I do...haven't you...made your decision a long time ago..." Song Qiao closed his eyes, no longer able to stop the boiling sea of ​​consciousness that was seriously injured.