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

"I don't agree!!" Song Qiao and Pei Wu had a fierce argument at the lake under the clouds of Xuantian Sect.

Pei Wu reacted greatly when he heard Song Qiao said that he wanted to marry Jinglan.

Song Qiao was very calm, "This is part of the plan."

"There are absolutely other reasons why we must get married!" Pei Wu was very puzzled.

"That's the only way..." Song Qiao looked at the Demon Suppression Tower on Xuantian Peak, but did not finish his sentence.

Although this place has been enchanted by her and no one can hear their words, she still doesn't want to say too much.

Pei Wu calmed down and said, "We can wait. I am the young sect leader. Sooner or later, I can become..."

"Awu." Song Qiao interrupted her.

"It's too late. The enemy's power is far beyond your imagination. I must unite all the forces that can be united, do you understand?" Song Qiao said seriously.

Pei Wu took a deep breath, "Including sacrificing your happiness?"

Song Qiao sighed, "This is not considered a sacrifice, Awu, I like Jinglan very much, and I am not forced to marry her."

"What about Meng Lingyu? Will she agree?" Pei Wu never thought that one day he would speak for Meng Lingyu.

She just didn't want to see Song Qiao get married.

Since it cannot belong to her, then it should not belong to anyone else.

What's more, the person getting married is still her master!

Song Qiao was silent and his eyes dimmed.

Pei Wu felt a pain in his heart, how could she, how could she continue to force her. She clearly knew how difficult it was for Song Qiao, and she had clearly vowed to support her forever.

Because they are the most intimate, the most important, inseparable and belong to each other.

Suppressing the sourness in his heart, Pei Wu lowered his head and held Song Qiao's hand. "I was wrong... Just do whatever you want, I will be with you."

Song Qiao raised her other hand and touched Pei Wu's head, "Awu...Awu..." She just murmured Pei Wu's name, her eyes slightly blank.

After taking care of Pei Wu, Song Qiao went to Jinglan to say goodbye.

"You haven't recovered yet, why are you so anxious?" Jinglan was unwilling to let Song Qiao leave.

"I have to find Lingyu to settle the matter, and you also need to make plans with several other sects." Song Qiao explained.

Jinglan still frowned, "That's too much of a rush, don't rush for a while, Jiang'er, you need to rest."

Song Qiao shook her head, "I'm fine, I'll take a good rest, Jinglan, trust me." As she said that, she held Jinglan's face and kissed her, "Have you set up the teleportation formation I asked you to set up?"

Jinglan nodded, "Well, if Yun Shang really comes that day, I will send away all the disciples below the Immortal Lord, don't worry."

Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. She liked Xuantian Sect very much, and she would not turn this place into a battlefield unless forced. If she could commit less murderous crimes, it would also make her feel more at ease.

There is a unique way of contact with Meng Lingyu. After Song Qiao and Meng Lingyu met, they went to Xie Yuzhou to take away Jiang Baobao.

"Why do you suddenly have to leave for a while?" Meng Lingyu was a little confused.

Song Qiao hugged the child and rolled her eyes, "Why, you got tired of it so quickly?"

Meng Lingyu knocked her head, "That's nonsense."

Baby Ginger grows very slowly. After a few years, he looks just over a year old. He can't speak, smiles whenever he sees people, can't walk, and can only crawl.

She is just a little fat, like a lucky doll. When Song Qiao hugs her, she always feels like she is holding a little pig. She never thought that her daughter would be a little fat. When she looked at photos of her when she was a child, she had always been thin. She is a little beauty, but her daughter looks nothing like her.

According to Song Qiao's request, Meng Lingyu took her and the child to an ordinary human world.

They will spend a year here as ordinary people, not allowed to use magic, and not allowed to contact anyone.

Meng Lingyu was in trouble when choosing a career. She felt that with her status, she should be at the CEO level, but when she thought that CEOs were very busy, flying around all over the world, she didn't want to.

She didn't want her rare time together to be taken up by work. She wanted to be with Song Qiao every day.

But if you don’t make money to support your family, you won’t have food to eat.

In the end, she chose to become a primary school music teacher, which was leisurely and had few things to do. She had 9 to 5 weekends off, as well as winter and summer vacations.

Song Qiao chose a freelance career. She became a painter and took care of Baby Jiang at home. After Baby Jiang fell asleep, she would take time to draw. Sometimes when the mood struck, she would also draw some things she had seen. Beautiful view.

Life is very ordinary. They live in an ordinary community with three bedrooms. The people living nearby are retired teachers and researchers, who are very kind. Sometimes Song Qiao would push Baby Ginger downstairs in a stroller to bask in the sun, and she would meet old men and women in the community. They all liked Baby Ginger very much, and would pull Song Qiao to chat about home affairs for a long time.

This world has approved same-sex marriage very early, so there is no discrimination. Song Qiao lives here very comfortably.

Her biggest daily worry is that Baby Jiang is too lazy and Meng Lingyu is too enthusiastic.

During the day, she had to find ways to get Baby Ginger to move, sometimes with toys, sometimes with snacks. Baby Ginger would stop after crawling a few steps, and would look pitifully at Song Qiao, who wanted to hug him. Most of the time, Qiao could insist on ignoring it, but sometimes he couldn't help but pick up Baby Ginger and kiss him again and again.

At night, she had to find a way to satisfy the enthusiastic Meng Lingyu and make her move less. Sometimes he used toys, sometimes he used his body, sometimes Song Qiao pretended to be angry and kicked Meng Lingyu away, but he would give in under Meng Lingyu's pitiful eyes and be tortured until dawn.

Song Qiao thought that she had really fallen into the hands of this mother and daughter.

When they first came to this world, it was spring, the season when all things revive. Three months later, it was midsummer. Amid the chirping of cicadas, their family of three went to the beach for vacation.

Baby Jiang was playing in the sand at the beach, with Meng Lingyu and Song Qiao accompanying her, chatting quietly from time to time, gossip about school, and interesting things on the Internet.

Many nights, Meng Lingyu would wake up suddenly, glance at Baby Jiang in the crib on the other side, and then hug Song Qiao tightly and kiss her nose or eyes.

She was afraid that everything was her dream again, but the warmth in her arms always told her that everything was real.

She is with Song Qiao. They are enviable wives in the eyes of others. They have a lovely child. She can do anything to Song Qiao. They belong to each other.

Those twisted pains seemed far away from her, and their terrifying sounds would still linger in her mind, but she was no longer afraid or affected.

Good times always pass quickly, winter is coming. The four seasons in this world are very distinct. Winter is very cold, and there is silver frost all over the place overnight.

Song Qiao woke up in the early morning and found heavy snow falling outside. She quietly got up and went to the small garden outside.

Meng Lingyu woke up and found that Song Qiao was not there, so he got out of bed and chased him out.

Song Qiao stood under the snow in her pajamas, reaching out to catch the falling snow. She turned back and smiled at Meng Lingyu, with stars in her eyes.

"Lingyu, it's snowing and it's so cold."

Meng Lingyu walked over, "It's so cold, what should I do?"

"If you hug me, I won't feel cold anymore."