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

Liu Wenshan paused with his hand holding the spoon.

When Song Chuyi saw that he didn't move, he continued, "Hurry up and feed me with your mouth, otherwise I won't drink."

He turned his head away, looking uncooperative.

Liu Wenshan put down the spoon, picked up the medicine bowl, reached out and grabbed Song Chuyi's jaw.

Song Chuyi was forced to look up at him.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she complained with grievance and pity.

"you are bullying me."

"I'm going to tell your father."

A tear slid down from the corner of his eye and landed on the back of Liu Wenshan's hand.

His fingertips trembled and he suddenly loosened his hand.

"You can't feed it by mouth."

Liu Wenshan's voice sounded hoarse.

"How can you drink the medicine?"

Song Chuyi's consciousness was fuzzy at the moment, and he didn't hear clearly what Liu Wenshan said.

He only knew that he was going to bully the villain.

Since the villains have been bullying him, he will definitely bully them back severely.

So when he saw Liu Wenshan's mouth opening and closing, he blinked, and suddenly leaned over and bit him on the mouth.

The bite was so deep that the skin of the mouth was broken and even bleeding.

Liu Wenshan seemed to be stunned there, but Song Chuyi was laughing foolishly.

"Can you feed me by mouth now?"

He's biting his mouth, so I can't feed him with my mouth?

You stinking villain, why are you pretending?

Song Chuyi patted Liu Wenshan's chest, tapped lightly with his fingertips, and spoke word by word.

"Feed with your mouth!"

He raised his voice, as if afraid that he couldn't hear him.

Liu Wenshan didn't expect Song Chuyi to bite him suddenly, and he didn't dodge in time, so he succeeded.

A slight stinging sensation came from his mouth, but his mind was not on that.

He raised his hand and pressed the tip of his index finger on Song Chuyi's lips.

He wiped off the little bit of his blood on the hand bit by bit, and only put his hand down when Song Chuyi's lips were almost broken.

"No."

He rejected him again.

"Except for this, I can promise you everything."

Song Chuyi took several seconds to react before he slowly lowered his head, took the medicine bowl himself, and drank all the medicine in it.

Although it was hard, he felt happy when he thought about being able to command Liu Wenshan to do things without restraint.

He smacked his lips, still savoring the bitterness, when a candy was stuffed into his mouth.

Song Chuyi looked at Liu Wenshan.

However, Liu Wenshan had already picked up the bowl of medicine and walked out.

He could only see his back.

Song Chuyi blinked slowly, tilted his body and lay down.

He cleared his mind and stared at the dark ceiling in a daze.

At the door, Liu Wenshan wiped the blood from his lips on the fruit beside him.

A bird flew over and took a bite of the fruit.

In just a few seconds, the bird fell straight down, and even its body became stiff.

However, Liu Wenshan seemed to be accustomed to such scenes. He picked up the bird, dug a hole and buried it.

In the side room, Song Chuyi's fever gradually subsided.

After feeling a lot more relaxed, Song Chuyi poked the little white ball in his sea of ​​consciousness and sighed: [I didn't expect this ancient antipyretic medicine to be quite effective. ]

He sat up and felt that the fever had subsided.

My body just feels a little sore and I can't use any strength.

Fortunately, this illness was effective.

To make Liu Wenshan owe him something, well... he had already thought of what he wanted him to do.

After resting for another half a day, Song Chuyi found Liu Wenshan in a rage.

"I want to leave the village!"

Liu Wenshan was boiling medicine. When he saw him coming, he poured the medicine into a bowl and handed it to him.

Song Chuyi glanced at him with disdain.

"It's this bitter medicine again. I won't drink it."

"I want to leave the village, take me out quickly."

"You said you would agree to anything as long as I took the medicine obediently."

Liu Wenshan handed the bowl of medicine in his hand to him.

The meaning is already obvious.

Song Chuyi looked at him suspiciously, "If I drink this bowl, will you take me out of the village?"

Liu Wenshan nodded.

Song Chuyi thought for two seconds and finally took the bowl of medicine.

He really wanted to go out of the village to take a look.

It's just medicine. How can it be as bitter as his coffee concentrate?

Song Chuyi picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in a few gulps.

After he finished drinking, he stuffed the medicine bowl into Liu Wenshan's hand.

"Finished."

"Take me out quickly."

Liu Wenshan opened a candy and handed it to Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi nodded with satisfaction, "You are quite sensible."

He patted Liu Wenshan on the shoulder.

"My good stepson."

Liu Wenshan's eyelashes trembled rapidly.

Song Chuyi turned around and walked out. Since he was going to leave the village, he had to make some preparations.

Liu Wenshan looked at his back and murmured, "No."

He was not his stepson.

Liu Wenshan looked at the empty medicine bowl and poured the remaining medicine in the medicine jar into it.

He rotated it slightly and drank the remaining medicine from the place where Song Chuyi had just drunk the medicine.

Then he came to the door of the study and knocked.

Hong Qi had just finished reading the pigeon letter when he heard a knock on the door. He hid the letter and said sternly, "Come in."

Liu Wenshan pushed the door open, walked to the center, and said, "I want to take him out of the village."

"Who?" Hong Qi asked.

"Song Chuyi." Liu Wenshan read out Song Chuyi's name.

Hong Qi was shocked, but still surprised that Wenshan could communicate normally with him.

"Why are you suddenly interested in him?"

Hong Qi was not unaware of what had happened in the past two days.

However, he didn't know what happened in the back mountain. He only knew that Song Chuyi had a fever, and his son went to make medicine and take care of him for no apparent reason.

I was clearly not interested in it before, why have I become interested in it these past two days?

Could it be that Song Chuyi had cast a spell on Wenshan?

Liu Wenshan did not answer Hong Qi's doubts, but just emphasized one sentence.

"I want to take him out of the village."

Hong Qi frowned, "The situation outside the village has been unstable recently. The imperial caravan has tried to test us many times. If you take him out, and we are besieged..."

The more Hong Qi spoke, the more he felt it made sense.

He stood up suddenly.

"Did Song Chuyi put a poison on you?"

"Song Chuyi's identity is not ordinary. You can't be fooled by him."

"Although he is physically weak, he is very scheming. You can't outsmart him."

Liu Wenshan slowly raised his eyes, as if a wave of emotion was rising.

He said nothing more and turned and left.

Hong Qi frowned even more tightly, waved his hand, and sent someone to follow Liu Wenshan.

At this time, Song Chuyi was already waiting at the gate of the village. When he saw Liu Wenshan coming, he looked excited.

"Shall we go out now? Do you have enough silver?"

Perhaps realizing that his attitude was too nice, Song Chuyi suppressed his smile, raised his head high, and snorted coldly.

"Why did it come so slowly?"

"Don't you know I've been waiting for you for a long time?"

Liu Wenshan walked up to him, half lowered his head, his figure reflected in his eyes.

"Feel sorry."

His voice was hoarse.

"I'm late."

As he spoke, he reached out, took his hand, held it in his palm, and spoke in a serious tone.

“Can’t let go.”