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

The atmosphere at this time was very strange, very strange.

It was so strange that even Xihe, who was mentally ill, noticed something was wrong.

She glanced at Song Qiao suspiciously, "Husband, who did you call just now?"

When Meng Lingyu heard the word husband, her pursed lips became cold and sharp, and even her eyes began to turn cold. Song Qiao rushed to her side, "Xihe, Xihe, she is Xihe!! Di Jun's wife!!"

Luo Fusheng didn't know when he was leaning against the door, holding a spiritual fruit in his hand and eating it.

Ao Shuang began to share the Lord's worries and took a step forward, "Goddess Xuan, Lord Xihe was injured in the battle back then and fell asleep for a long time..."

"Yes, Lingyu, you have to believe me." Song Qiao said pitifully.

Xihe became more and more confused, "Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Who is Lingyu? Is it Ali's pseudonym when he walks in the world?"

As she said that, she looked at Meng Lingyu, "Why don't I know, but my husband knows? Is it because I missed something because I was asleep?"

Meng Lingyu suddenly raised her lips, smiled lightly, and stretched out her hand to Xihe, "Let me see the child."

Xihe handed the child over simply.

The swaddled baby girl had woken up at this time, with a pair of eyes that were very similar to Song Qiao's. The smoky gray pupils were crystal clear, unlike her mother, whose emotions were always hidden behind the heavy mist.

She grinned at Meng Lingyu, and her infant hand struggled to reach out and grasped the tail of Meng Lingyu's hair.

"Ah...ah..." Incomprehensible baby language.

The coldness in Meng Lingyu's eyes gradually dissipated, and she absorbed the fragments of Si Qing's soul. Although she had no spiritual memory, the bond in her soul would always exist.

She stretched out her finger and poked the baby's soft and delicate cheek, her eyes becoming softer.

Song Qiao stood beside her, noticed the change in her mood, and whispered: "Isn't it cute?"

Meng Lingyu nodded, "Yeah."

"I gave her a name, Si Nian, baby Jiang..." Song Qiao continued, approaching some Meng Lingyu, and quietly pulled Meng Lingyu's sleeves, "Do you like her?"

The two of them stood side by side, looking down at the child equally tenderly, and talking softly. The scene looked particularly harmonious.

In the eyes of onlookers, it was indeed beautiful enough. Of course, this bystander did not include Xi He.

"They seem to be quite matched, right? If the child hadn't crawled out of my belly, I would have thought it was their child." Xihe said to Ao Shuang with a smile.

Ao Shuang smiled awkwardly, "Holy Lord, children crawl out of eggs." As she said that, she glanced at the little golden crow in her arms and wondered why she hadn't taken the bird away yet. After all, Xie Yuzhou was the nanny. Or am I the wet nurse!

Xihe sneered, "I laid the egg."

Song Qiao finally remembered that there was a god with abnormal brains who needed to be comforted. He quickly looked up and saw Xi He sneering.

With a tremor in her heart, she let go of Meng Lingyu's sleeves.

Meng Lingyu glanced at Song Qiao, "You're worthless, can she eat you?"

"She is the Lord of the Divine Throne." Song Qiao used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with her.

"Sooner or later, I will be the same. She is out of her mind. Are you out of mind too? If she calls you husband, you should answer!"

"The child is in her hands..." Song Qiao felt aggrieved.

"The child is in my hands now. If I tell you to die, you can go or not!" Meng Lingyu was going crazy.

"You don't love me anymore? You actually want me to die..." Song Qiao looked shocked.

If there weren't too many people, Meng Lingyu would definitely drag Song Qiao into the house and have a stir-fry.

Why haven't we seen each other for a while? This guy is so mean! No practice!

Fortunately, both of them still remembered that they had business to attend to. After returning the child to Xihe, while the other party was breastfeeding, Song Qiao took Meng Lingyu and Luo Fusheng to conspire in the room.

"What are you doing asking us to come here? I really didn't expect the three of us to coexist peacefully in the same space." Song Qiao hugged Meng Lingyu's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Luo Fusheng, who was standing opposite the two of them, twitched his lips and said, "Can you please stop doing this? You did it on purpose? You wanted to destroy Nu Jiang and Xuannv in my memory so that I would not seek revenge from you."

Meng Lingyu enjoyed it very much. She gently stroked Song Qiao's fingers around her waist, from the fingertips to the roots.

"Before your strength is restored, you'd better stop saying such things." Meng Lingyu replied disdainfully.

"Ha, as expected, you are so annoying no matter in the past life or in this life." Luo Fusheng sneered. Whether it was Ye Ziqing or Meng Lingyu, as the separated souls of the Nine Heavens Xuannv, she felt very unhappy.

Song Qiao's fingers touched by Meng Lingyu were itchy, numbing all the way to the bottom of her heart. She moved her hands to avoid the abrasive touch, but Meng Lingyu persisted in catching up.

Then the touch changed its flavor.

Meng Lingyu's middle finger penetrated her palm from the tiger's mouth, and the fingertips rubbed the palm.

Song Qiao took a breath. This action brought color for no reason, and instantly brought her back to the time when she and Meng Lingyu had nothing to say.

Luo Fusheng's voice sounded to her like it was flying from the sky.

"My legs are sealed in Xizhou. I need you to accompany me there. In return, I can promise you something..."

"Over at the Demon Palace, the Demon Lord doesn't trust us. They just use each other. Meng Lingyu can make bigger moves and involve some of the Demon Lord's attention..."

Song Qiao tried hard to understand Luo Fusheng's words, but was always interrupted by Meng Lingyu's movements in her palm.

The woman added an index finger, brought them together, and rubbed them up and down on her palm, slowly and painfully.

She heard two sentences of Luo Fusheng clearly, but only remembered a small part of them.

Meng Lingyu can move bigger.

What action? Where is the action?

Shaking her head, Song Qiao took a deep breath and said quickly: "Okay, I understand. Once I take care of Xihe and the child, I will accompany you to Xizhou." After saying that, she didn't wait for Luo Fusheng to ask who the child was. Yes, he took Meng Lingyu and disappeared.

In a strange garden somewhere in Baihua Valley, flowers more than two meters high have full petals and beautiful shapes, swaying gently in the wind.

Among the different flowers in the garden, one hidden among them sways a little more.

The stamens are like blankets, soft and comfortable.

Song Qiao pressed Meng Lingyu under him and said, "Seduce me in front of outsiders..."

Meng Lingyu raised his head slightly and kissed Song Qiao's chin, then up to the corner of his mouth.

"I miss you, don't you miss me?"

Song Qiao's breathing was a little heavy, and when Meng Lingyu finished speaking and his lips were slightly opened, he kissed her back. The two of them have been together many times and are very familiar with each other's bodies. They know better than anyone else where the best place to place their hands is.

"Miss me? What kind of thoughts?" Song Qiao's kiss came to Meng Lingyu's ear, the hem of his clothes was curved, and the touch was soft.

Meng Lingyu raised his head, untied Song Qiao's belt, and put his hand on her butterfly bone.

The next second, the position was reversed. She lowered her head and bit Song Qiao's collarbone, her voice low but extremely clear.

"Want to do it."

Another gust of wind blew by, and the strange flowers in the corner swayed more violently, making people worried that they would break in the next second. Along with the scent of exotic flowers, there is also a hint of musk that comes with the wind.

It's a pity that this entire exotic garden has been enchanted, so no one can enjoy the beautiful scenery here for the time being.