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

Even though she was reluctant to let go, Song Qiao still wanted to let go.

She raised her hands to hold Xie Yuzhou's face, making eye contact. "Yu Zhou, you are the person I trust the most. If one day, as Song Qiao, I am no longer here, you must continue on and take good care of Baby Jiang for me. She is my continuation in the world."

Xie Yuzhou grabbed Song Qiao's hand and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end there was only one sentence.

"I promise you."

No one knows what Song Qiao and Xie Yuzhou said that day and what plans they made.

After watching Ao Shuang leave with Xie Yuzhou and her children, Song Qiao had a secret chat with Luo Fusheng for a while.

When it was getting dark, she followed Meng Lingyu and left.

Luo Fusheng stood among the hairballs and weeds, looking towards the direction Song Qiao left, with complicated emotions in his eyes. "He is a cruel and ruthless master."

In the ownerless mountain stream, there is a unique courtyard. It is blocked by a barrier for thousands of miles, and no one in the sky or on the earth can disturb it.

After Meng Lingyu took out the residential magic weapon from the storage ring, Song Qiao knew that she would not be able to get out of bed in the next few days.

As soon as he entered the room, Meng Lingyu pressed against the door. Song Qiao could only say one complete sentence intermittently: "Wait... let me have some food..."

"No..." Meng Lingyu bit her earlobe and refused.

The rustle of clothes falling to the floor, the warm back pressed against the cold door panel in the hazy light and shadow. Song Qiao wanted to say something more, but unfortunately, he could no longer say a complete sentence.

Her fingertips clasped Meng Lingyu's back, leaving a faint red mark. Standing on one leg made her a little unstable, and she almost slipped when she was shaking. Fortunately, Meng Lingyu hugged her in time.

She was picked up and thrown on the bed. Her body, which had just been relaxed, became tense again after Meng Lingyu covered her.

The sky became gloomy, and soon it began to rain heavily. The rainwater splashed on the eaves and leaves outside the house, making a pitter-pattering sound. In the mountain stream, the originally peaceful stream began to flow rapidly due to the heavy rain, washing away the pebbles in the river bed.

The heavy rain has not stopped and is even getting worse. The water in the stream rose a lot, submerging the weeds on the shore. As the wind blew, the water splashed and hit the rocks on the shore.

The strange beast that didn't know where it came from was hiding in the water. Its vertical pupils were full of cold murderous intent. The sika deer that was passing by the water in the rain was bitten by the neck and dragged into the water.

Rolling and struggling, to no avail.

The sika deer let out a mournful cry and soon stopped moving.

The alien beast tore at its flesh and blood, and warm and sticky blood flowed out, mixing with the cold stream water.

After the alien beast had eaten and drank enough, it swam leisurely downstream in the direction of the water flow.

Beside the bed, the woman's long hair was hanging down, and her taut insteps were hanging in the air. She was gripping the wrinkled sheets, and her round finger bones were slightly white from the exertion, as if she was trying to break through the skin and drill out.

I don't know how long it took, but Song Qiao was soaked all over, as if he had been fished out of water. She lay weakly on the bed, and it was difficult to move her fingers.

In a daze, she was kissed, and the slightly sweet spiritual water flowed from the other person's mouth.

Like a traveler who has lived in the desert for a long time, Song Qiao took the initiative to hug Meng Lingyu hard before he left, and continued to deepen the kiss.

Meng Lingyu chuckled, "Wait a minute, finish drinking, little greedy cat~"

One mouthful after another until the throat is no longer dry and the lips become moister.

Song Qiao took a few breaths and turned her head to avoid Meng Lingyu's falling lips. "How many days has it been?" She opened her mouth and realized that her voice was hoarse.

Meng Lingyu didn't care about her avoidance and kissed her throat gently, sucking out beautiful flowers one after another.

"do not know……"

Snapped!

Song Qiao slapped Meng Lingyu's smooth back, "Take me back..."

"It's not time yet..." Meng Lingyu hugged Song Qiao tightly, unwilling to let go.

"I'm going to die in bed, let me go, Meng Lingyu, don't force me to slap you." Song Qiao struggled for a long time to say a word, and her throat was still burning after drinking the spiritual water.

"That's not what you said about me just now. Just ask me to continue and don't stop." Meng Lingyu laughed with great joy.

Song Qiao rolled her eyes angrily, "Meng Lingyu!!! Cough cough cough cough..."

Meng Lingyu finally stood up, picked up Song Qiao, and patted her back gently, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you. I have never heard of a god who would die in bed."

Song Qiao had had enough of coughing and wanted to bite Meng Lingyu's shoulder viciously, but found that the other man's shoulder was no longer able to bite.

"I haven't become a god yet, I'm still a mortal!"

"Okay, okay, you are a mortal, you are a fragile mortal." Meng Lingyu said funny.

Meng Lingyu was asked to dress and wash herself. Song Qiao felt like she was floating when she walked. She used a water mirror and looked at the mottled marks on her neck in the mirror. She pinched Meng Lingyu's waist and said, "Here." I’ll remove it.”

"Why? You won't remove mine. This is a sign of love!" Meng Lingyu was unwilling.

"You want me to go back to Xuantian Sect like this? It doesn't matter what's on my body, just remove what's on my neck!" If it weren't for his inferior strength, Song Qiao would have done it himself.

Meng Lingyu reluctantly cast a spell to remove the marks on Song Qiao's neck, looking unhappy.

Returning to Baihua Valley again, this time Meng Lingyu was no longer bored. Instead, she thought that Song Qiao had threatened her to never see her again if she didn't leave.

After Meng Lingyu left, Song Qiao held on to the outer wall of Luo Fusheng's courtyard and took the time to rest and regain his strength.

The courtyard door creaked open, and Luo Fusheng crossed his arms, "I haven't seen you for five days, and you are getting weaker and weaker."

Five days?

Song Qiao originally planned to stay with Meng Lingyu for three days! The dead woman lied to her!

No wonder Luo Fusheng said she was weak. Her face was pale now, she was standing leaning against the wall, her waist was sore and weak, and she looked like she had overindulged in sex.

"I...it's okay..." Song Qiao said with a guilty conscience.

When Luo Fusheng heard her voice, his expression became more disgusting. "Would you like to buy a pill to treat your throat? Do you want Daquan Dabu Pill?"

Buying things from Luo Fusheng was too risky, so Song Qiao refused.

"I'll be fine in a minute."

"Oh? Jinglan will be here soon." As soon as Luo Fusheng finished speaking, Jinglan came over.

Seeing that Song Qiao was not with Meng Lingyu, Jinglan looked a little happier, and soon found that Song Qiao's face was a little pale. She was not as dirty as Luo Fusheng, so she just stepped forward quickly and hugged Song Qiao's shoulders. , "What's wrong? You look bad."

Song Qiao opened his mouth and was about to speak, but remembered that his throat was not healed yet, so he closed his mouth again and switched to using his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice.

"It's okay, the old injury has recurred." Song Qiao explained casually.

She soon regretted saying that, because Jinglan's spiritual power inspected her body along a circle.

What injury? No injuries.

"There is no injury, just the Yin Yuan is exhausted." Jinglan said lightly.

Song Qiao's face immediately turned from white to red, and the redness spread to her ears and neck. She gritted her teeth and glared at Jinglan, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"

Jinglan raised her eyebrows and said, "My voice is also hoarse."

Get out! ! Shut up! !

The hand on Song Qiao's waist tightened, Jinglan put it close to her ear, and said in a low voice: "I'm very unhappy."