I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Ning Buliu's appearance is already extremely difficult to catch the eye.

Qi Mo took him all over the mountains, rivers and seas, and even though he would throw him into the water to rinse him off, he could only wash away the dust on his body.

The bugs that sneaked into his body to suck his flesh, the birds that came to peck him from time to time, and the juice splashed on him when some ripe berries fell, were all very annoying.

Ning Buliu's injuries were too serious.

So much so that after half a year, it can only move the upper body.

Qi Mo took him with him just to ensure that he would not be affected and not be killed by the world consciousness.But in Ning Buliu's eyes, this move carried another kind of ambiguity.

He didn't know how to face Qi Mo.

Qi Mo didn't bother to pay attention to him.

He likes Ning Buliu's lively and carefree appearance before, even a little willful.But now that he has recovered a little bit of the old feeling, he can understand that he is just looking for a substitute.

He may have liked someone.

That person should have some similarities with the former Qi Bai and the former Ning Buliu, for example, he should be a young man, innocent and innocent, as soft as a cloud... If he stretched out his hand, he would be crushed to death.

Sure enough, only this kind of completely harmless little thing can make him like it.

Qi Mo thought so, and his footsteps never stopped.

He no longer knew what he was going to do.

Maybe understand, but now I have forgotten.

There is not much need to find it back.

And so he walked, and walked.

Been everywhere.

I've seen it everywhere.

Tangtang is distracted and powerful, but he lives like an ordinary person, eating three meals a day without missing a meal, rising at sunrise and resting at sunset.

But for Qi Mo, it was very enjoyable.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and another year has passed.

Ning Buliu's injuries finally healed.

When Qi Mo woke up that day, that scruffy young man, who looked even more desolate than the most humble old slave in the world, had already tidied up his appearance, put on his hair, and was sitting in front of him .

"..."

Qi Mo was a little surprised, but his tone was the same as that of a certain day a few years ago, even with a smile: "It looks good."

His sword wasn't by his side, which wasn't what someone with a sword should look like.But after two years, Ning Buliu has gotten used to everything he expressed, so naturally he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong.

After all, just this person is already an incomparable pineapple sword, how can he use other sword weapons?

In the past two years, Ning Buliu had all kinds of complicated emotions at the beginning, but now they have gradually settled down.

If he was the man two years ago, facing such an ordinary tone from Qi Mo, he would definitely not be able to control his emotions, but now, he can already open his mouth to reply.

"Ah."

This is the first time they've talked in a while.

It could even be said that it was the first time they spoke in a while.

Ning Buliu looked at Qi Mo's face, his gaze had completely sunk, and he said, "Does the bet at that time still count?"

Bet?

What bet...has there ever been such a thing?

Qi Mo was dumbfounded before he remembered.

...Oh, that thing.

He said casually: "If you want it to count, count it."

It had no effect on him anyway.

As long as Ning Buliu is still in his hands, the world consciousness here will not dare to attack him.

Ning Buliu didn't understand what was going on in Qi Mo's heart, but he already understood that this person didn't care about him...or in other words, this person didn't care about everything in this world.

There is nothing that can really be reflected in those eyes.

Such a relationship... Why did such a brother of the Qi family want to destroy the sect and the whole city?

He obviously didn't care about anything.

Ning Buliu thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, so he went to ask him.

At that time, the two were already in a mortal town.

When Ning Buliu was still paralyzed, if Qi Mo wanted to drag him into the town, it would inevitably be a little troublesome.

He walks in the world without caring what others think of him, so naturally he no longer hides himself.

In this way, a handsome young man with a hanging robe pulling a paralyzed man who couldn't show his face was really not ordinary eye-catching.

Qi Mo is not afraid of those strange looks, but if he really ostentatiously walks through the market like this, he will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

It's really disturbing.

Ning Buliu, who is also forgiving and pure, asked a forgiving and pure question.

"How on earth did you want to do that?"

Ning Buliu couldn't hide his confusion, he said: "You obviously don't care about them, so why do you use the excuse of your freedom...to kill them?"

That's all for monks.

The journey of cultivation is extremely difficult. It is like walking a narrow path with abyss on both sides. If you are not careful, you will fall, and there is no place to die.

What he can't let go of is those mortals.

Qi Mo first destroyed the Qingjing Temple, and then slaughtered a city.In that city, there were not only monks who besieged Qi Mo, but also countless innocent mortals.

Qi Mo said: "Why, do you think they are very pitiful?"

When he spoke, he had no emotion at all, just like ordinary gossip, and he didn't care at all.

Ning Buliu was serious about the matter, "Yes", he said: "There must always be a reason."

"Coincidentally." Qi Mo laughed.

He said: "It happens that there is no reason, I want to do that, so I do it."

When they talked, the place was in an inn.Qi Mo leaned on the soft couch with a volume of idle books in his hand, but Ning Buliu sat very upright, with his back straight and straight.

With this appearance, he should go to study in those dormitories, but shouldn't be chatting with a big devil in the eyes of the world here.

Ning Buliu said: "I don't believe it."

I didn't let you believe what I said.

Qi Mo snorted, and seeing that Ning Buliu was still staring at him with piercing eyes for a long time, he said impatiently: "Okay, let me tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, Sanqi roared in his mind: "I can't say it!"

Qi Mo pretended to be deaf, and continued: "Actually, I am just a little pawn..."

Boom! ——

This time, there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky. Qi Mo raised his head and glanced out the window. Seeing the dark clouds rolling, it seemed that the next thunderbolt was about to hit him on the head. Buliu tugged at his collar, pulled him over fiercely, and said, "I'm telling you to talk so much!"

Seeing that he didn't have a good attitude towards Ning Buliu, the thunder that was rarely born in the world was rumbling again, as if it was carrying out an invisible deterrent.

Qi Mo sneered, and said, "You're quite tempered." However, the actions of his subordinates did not relax in the slightest.

He even put one hand around Ning Buliu's neck, and slowly tightened his fingers, causing the people under him to turn blue and purple, and a circle of bruises appeared on his neck.

The louder the thunder roared, it even made Qi Mo feel amused. He muttered to himself: "I value him so much? Interesting, really interesting."

Ning Buliu couldn't take it anymore, he reached out and grabbed Qi Mo's wrist, trying to make him relax.

Qi Mo was not relenting, he looked at Ning Buliu and said: "Look, there are some things, there are always some things that you think you shouldn't know. He values ​​you and hates me, and the more I treat you now, the more he will treat you." Be pissed. I like to see him pissed, so you have to suffer."

As a monk, Ning Buliu didn't care if he didn't pant for a long time, but Qi Mo's hand was so strong that it almost strangled his neck.He had no choice but to hold Qi Mo's wrist tightly, struggling for a while.

"Why are you still struggling?"

Qi Mo said: "No one can help you."

Ning Bu moved his lips, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.He only felt that his neck was about to be pinched and broke, and a little water overflowed from his eyes uncontrollably.

His face was pretty good after all, looking at him with a pitiful feeling of being abused, Qi Mo looked at it for a long time, and felt that he was a little pretty.

His heart moved, so he did it casually.The clouds in the sky that day seemed to have noticed something, and the momentum grew louder.

But no matter how big it is, it's just a paper tiger.It's not as effective as Sanqi's bombardment in Qi Mo's mind.

"Stop, stop—"

Sanqi said: "If you do this again, you will never be able to stay in this world!!"

"I do not."

Qi Mo rejected him without hesitation. He looked at the body of the young man below him with admiring eyes. It has to be said that Ning Buliu's appearance is really very good-looking. As a man, he is full of body. There is no place that is not good-looking or not perfect.

The skin is fair and smooth, and the body texture is neither too much nor too little.

If you don't peel it off, who would have thought that this thin-looking young man would have such a beautiful body?

Qi Mo naturally did not expect it.

With a wave of his sleeve robe, he closed the door and window tightly.The roaring thunder was also kept out of the window, only a little sobbing sound came from under Qi Mo's body.

"Why are you crying?"

Seeing him like this, Qi Mo couldn't help feeling a little pity.

He laughed slowly: "I won't hurt you... Wait until you know the beauty of this, and you beg me, it's too late."