If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Why can't you listen to this Wen Ren Shu!

"But..." Song Chuyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, the tip of his nose was faintly red, and he had a somewhat aggrieved nasal voice, "It hurts."

Wen Renshu gently held the man on his lap and put his big hands around his slim waist.

She placed her head on his shoulder, tilted her head slightly, and her lips touched his neck.

"It's ok."

His voice was gentle.

"The imperial doctor said this medicine is very effective."

"It'll be fine in one day."

Song Chuyi raised his hand and held Wen Renshu's sleeve, and said softly: "I want to rest for a few days, okay?"

"Brother Wenren~"

"Okay." Wen Renshu agreed without hesitation, "I won't let you take the initiative, Ah Chu."

Song Chuyi's brows jumped, and bad thoughts surged in his heart.

Sure enough, the next second he heard Wen Renshu say: "Just leave everything to me."

Song Chuyi:...

I have used hard and soft methods, but I just can't listen to the book.

Okay, okay, he just lay down!

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Renshu pecked his lips.

"Ah Chu is so good."

It would be great if Ah Chu had always been so good.

----

The imperial doctor's ointment is indeed as effective as Wen Renshu said.

The next day, Song Chuyi was lively and jumping around.

Of course, it didn't take long before Wen Renshu was dragged to the dormitory.

Two days later, it was another round of medication.

After repeating this for a full month, Song Chuyi couldn't bear it anymore.

He wants to go out and play!

When Wen Renshu was summoned by the emperor, Song Chuyi left a note and limped out of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

Outside the Imperial Master's Mansion, people from all three parties were guarding.

When he saw a beautiful young man coming out of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, he immediately went back to report to his master.

Song Chuyi walked out slowly.

This was his first time out, and he didn't know the way, so he just walked forward casually, taking whatever he wanted.

Unknowingly, he arrived outside the temple.

The door of the temple was closed tightly. He looked inside through the crack in the door and found that this was actually a temple, and he suddenly became interested.

He quietly opened the door and walked in, then quickly closed the door.

The temple was very empty, with only two candles in front of the statues emitting faint light.

The statue is not big, only half a person tall.

He looks kind-hearted, like a god merciful to the world.

Song Chuyi walked up to the statue and looked at it.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the hall, which smells very good.

Song Chuyi found the smell a bit strange.

Before he could think about it, the door of the temple was suddenly pushed open.

A ray of light shone in from outside, but was completely blocked by the tall figure walking in.

The light fell on Wen Renshu, but he prevented it from shining into the temple.

Then, the door of the temple slowly closed.

Song Chuyi didn't expect Wen Renshu to come so soon, and asked curiously: "How did you find me?"

"Ah Chu smells good." Wen Renshu said with a smile on his lips, not seeming to be angry at him for leaving without authorization.

He opened his long legs and walked towards Song Chuyi.

Stopping two steps away from him, he raised his hand and gently touched Song Chuyi's face.

"I sprinkled soul-inducing incense on Ah Chu."

A butterfly flew out from behind Wen Renshu. The butterfly fluttered its wings and stayed on Song Chuyi's shoulder.

"This is the soul-inducing butterfly."

"It helped me find Ah Chu's."

Song Chuyi suddenly realized, "That's it."

He raised his hand, and the soul-inducing butterfly's wings flickered and flew to Song Chuyi's fingertips.

Wen Renshu's eyes dimmed slightly.

Soul-inducing butterfly... what qualifications did he have to touch his Ah Chu?

An unprovoked wind blew up, and a strong gust of wind blew the soul-attracting butterfly to the ground.

As soon as Wen Renshu's inner strength was activated, the soul-attracting butterfly turned into ashes.

"You..." Song Chuyi was really surprised, "You know martial arts?"

"Yeah." Wen Renshu didn't hide anything from him, "I'm very powerful. Ah Chu is safest when he stays with me."

His big hands grabbed Song Chuyi's chin, and he lowered his head to kiss.

After a kiss, Song Chuyi fell into his arms weakly.

The heat surges.

Not only because of Wen Renshu, but also because of the heavy sandalwood scent.

There seemed to be a phantom before my eyes.

Boundless desolation spread out before his eyes.

Song Chuyi's pupils gradually became dilated.

He seemed to be walking in a desert, and a familiar feeling of loneliness surrounded him.

From the beginning of his birth, he was alone.

He likes to chat very much, but except for the cold wind, nothing can respond to him.

One day, even the wind disappeared.

He worked hard for a long time and finally turned into a human form.

His favorite thing to do is chat with humans. They all look the same, but each one is different.

They are very interesting.

Some people plan for half their lives, but they will give up all their plans because of a lollipop.

Some people who are kind and good will pick up the butcher's knife because of the shackles of rules.

There are also people who will tell him that they hope he can have a good sleep.

"Achu?"

"Achu."

Wen Renshu's voice sounded in Song Chuyi's ears.

His pupils gradually gathered, and the light brown pupils turned into a strong brown color at some point.

The desolation before Song Chu's eyes turned into Wen Renshu's face.

He slowly smiled, charmingly.

He raised his hand and pushed Wen Renshu to the ground, and sat on his lap.

The slightly raised eyes have a bit of coquettishness that they don't usually have, and even the slightly raised neck is tinged with coquettishness.

"Brother Wenren, I'm here~"

The voice was soft and demon-like, making Wen Renshu's heart tremble.

Only the national master and his disciples of each term can enter this temple.

Every national preceptor has deep assumptions.

Song Chuyi once thought this was a fateful choice, but now he knows.

This is simply because the sandalwood in this temple is weird.

It aroused the deepest delusions in people's hearts, amplified them, and tortured the minds of successive national masters.

In the illusory delusion that lasted for decades, Wen Renshu was not crazy and was really strong.

Now he's been tricked too.

It doesn't matter, his delusion is at his fingertips anyway.

Song Chuyi did not suppress himself and laughed softly.

His fingertips lightly touched Wen Renshu's collar and opened it.

"You have to feed me~"

The candlelight was beating wildly, seeming to accuse the two of them of their excessive behavior.

The kind-faced statue seems to have a bit of a strange look to it.

Wen Renshu had never seen Ah Chu like this before.

Active, passionate, and charming.

The ultimate beauty bloomed before his eyes.

The scent of sandalwood wafted in, seeming to deepen his thoughts in his mind.

There were many shadows in front of him, and Song Chuyi's figure was dispersed, turning into a huge black shadow, rushing towards him with waving claws.

Wen Renshu's eyes were stained with blood red.

He sat up, put one hand around Song Chuyi's slim waist, spread his other hand, and pushed forward with the wind of his palm.

The candles are extinguished and the idols are broken.

The fantasy disappeared, and there was only A Chu's figure in front of him.

"Achu."

"Achu."

"My Ah Chu."

The light of my life, my lust, my evil.

my God.