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

Song Chuyi looked at the two people holding hands with some surprise.

Is this Liu Wenshan?

Even in modern times, no stepson would hold hands with his stepmother like this, right?

Not to mention that this was the feudal ancient times.

Can Liu Wenshan break through this ideological shackles?

Worthy of being a villain!

Song Chu's eyes rolled, he shook off Liu Wenshan's hand and spoke arrogantly.

“Don’t forget who you are.”

"Who are you to dare hold my hand?"

Liu Wenshan glanced down and his fingertips moved slightly.

"Hold me, or go back."

Although he said it simply, Song Chuyi understood what he meant instantly.

Either hold his hand and go out of the village to play, or go back and lie down without holding his hand.

As expected of a villain, he actually threw this difficult problem to him!

Song Chuyi gritted his teeth and glared at Liu Wenshan.

"I'm leaving the village without holding your hand."

He raised his head with a proud look on his face.

"If you want to hold hands, hold your father's hand."

Before he could finish his words, a chill came over him, causing him to shiver.

Song Chuyi keenly sensed the danger, looked left and right, and finally swallowed and looked at Liu Wenshan.

"Do...what?"

He seems to be a bit fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

"If you dare to bully me, I will complain to your father."

In the past, these words would immediately threaten Liu Wenshan, but today is different.

Liu Wenshan slightly turned sideways and stretched out his right hand.

"Hold?"

He blocked all his words with just one word.

Song Chuyi:...

This person is obviously not afraid of him complaining.

Not only did he say he wasn't afraid anymore, he even threatened himself!

Song Chuyi gnashed his teeth faster.

But Liu Wenshan just stood there, with his right hand turned over, neither forcing the hand to pull nor letting it go, just waiting quietly.

The corners of Song Chuyi's mouth twitched, but he finally put his hand on it.

"Go, go, go, this is really annoying."

He held Liu Wenshan's hand and kept urging him.

The corners of Liu Wenshan's mouth seemed to curl slightly.

He led his men out of the village. The steep mountain road was quite difficult to walk on, but Liu Wenshan walked very steadily. However, Song Chuyi felt tired after walking for a while.

He stopped, leaned against a big tree beside him, and breathed heavily.

"So... so tired."

"Rest... take a break."

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his face was unusually red.

On the other hand, Liu Wenshan stood there motionless, his breath barely detectable.

If the two of them were not still holding hands and Song Chuyi could feel his body temperature, he would really think that the man was not breathing.

Song Chuyi rested for a long time before he recovered.

But he didn't want to leave either, so he leaned against the big tree and hummed softly.

"I'm not leaving."

"Unless you carry me."

Liu Wenshan was silent for half a second, let go of Song Chuyi's hand, and squatted down in front of him.

The meaning is already obvious.

Song Chuyi leaned over without any burden and put his arms around Liu Wenshan's neck.

He bent down and whispered in his ear.

The hot breath, with a bit of panting heat, fell on Liu Wenshan's ears.

Liu Wenshan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he walked down the mountain with his long legs.

Lieyang Village is located halfway up the mountain, surrounded by mountains on both sides. There is only a narrow path to get out of the village.

The path can only accommodate one person and is extremely hidden.

If you are not a person in the village, no one will know how to get to the village.

When Song Chuyi thought of the background of the story, he couldn't help but think of the destruction of the mountain stronghold.

Is there a traitor in the village, or does someone know how to enter the village from the beginning?

He was lost in thought.

But this rare silence made Liu Wenshan frown.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Liu Wenshan suddenly stopped.

Song Chuyi came back to his senses and asked, "Are we there yet?"

When Liu Wenshan heard him speak, he continued to walk out with his long legs.

He showed through his actions that it is not time yet.

Song Chuyi leaned on his shoulder and raised his hand to pinch his earlobe.

Knead vigorously.

"Why stop if you haven't arrived yet?"

"Or are you tired?"

His calves shook slightly twice and he hummed softly.

"It seems that you are not very good at it."

Liu Wenshan did not refute his words, but just quickened his pace.

Song Chuyi only felt the wind whistling past his ears, which actually made his face hurt a little.

He looked down again and saw that Liu Wenshan was not walking at all, he was clearly flying!

He said that Liu Wenshan was not as dull and autistic as he seemed, and he actually knew Qinggong.

He pinched his earlobe with force and said fiercely, "Why are you doing it so fast?"

"Does the wind hurt my face?"

The spoiled young master is so moody.

One second she's asking him to walk faster, and the next second she's scolding him for going too fast.

He is really a difficult master to serve.

Liu Wenshan lowered his eyes, slowed down his pace and walked forward.

Not long after, the critical voice sounded in Liu Wenshan's ears again.

"too slow!"

Liu Wenshan sped up again.

"Too fast, do you want to disfigure my face?"

So the speed slowed down again.

Amid Song Chuyi's nitpicking, Liu Wenshan carried Song Chuyi down the mountain.

The road behind is the pipeline, with many caravans coming and going.

Many people looked at the two of them in confusion, with a bit of scrutiny in their eyes.

Song Chuyi didn't expect that there were so many of them at the foot of the mountain. His face turned red and he coughed lightly.

"Put me down."

Liu Wenshan squatted down and put Song Chuyi down.

He stood there silently, like a silent tree.

After Song Chuyi stood still, he folded his arms across his chest, ignored the prying eyes, and walked forward in the direction of the caravan.

Liu Wenshan followed behind him, blocking those inquiring gazes.

After walking for a while, they arrived at a small town.

As soon as Song Chuyi saw the crowd, he wanted to rush in, but Liu Wenshan grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head and looked at him, "What?"

"Hold hands." Liu Wenshan said in a hoarse voice, holding Song Chuyi's hand.

Song Chuyi:...

He shook his hand away, arrogant and complacent.

"I'm out now, how can I let you hold my hand?"

He made a face, rushed into the crowd, slipped into the crowd like a fish, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Liu Wenshan stood there with a serious look in his eyes.

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After Song Chuyi shook Liu Wenshan off, he started strolling around.

But he had no money on him, so he couldn't buy anything and could only look.

Before I knew it, it was dark.

The street vendors have packed up their stalls and gone home, and the whole town has become quiet and empty.

Song Chuyi walked to the entrance of the town and kicked the pebbles under his feet.

"Liu Wenshan, this idiot, didn't even come to find me."

He muttered, but saw a shadow in front of him, so he subconsciously looked up.

I saw Liu Wenshan standing in front of him with a candied haws in his hand.

Song Chuyi blinked, looked at the candied haws, and then looked at Liu Wenshan.

He asked tentatively, "For me?"

Liu Wenshan nodded and handed the candied haws to him.