Really not a villain

under the moon.bamboo forest.Xiaoshitan.

The cool wind is chilling, and the fallen leaves are bleak.

Yun Qisheng glanced at his sword coolly, and made a formula with one hand, the three silver cloud knives trembled slightly at the same time, and flew back into his hand.He lowered his head and brushed the bright red tassels, and suddenly laughed: "Mu Jiangling, you will kill me? You are soft-hearted and meddle in other people's affairs, you hesitate to kill someone, you are moral and conscientious, mother-in-law and mother-in-law Crooked. Originally, I shouldn’t be among the five members of Tian Xing, do you know why Pei Xing persuaded me to join Tian Xing Dao?”

Mu Jiangling asked, "Why?"

"He wants a sword, a peerless sword that is invincible. You are not a qualified sword at all, and you are bound to use it. He will naturally want to find an easy-to-use one. But for some reason, he just favors you, a blunt sword, a close relative. Plus." Yun Qisheng wiped the blade with his fingertips, and with inexplicable emotions in his eyes, he said sharply, "In the way of heaven, you are the only one I hate the most!"

Mu Jiangling flicked his wrist lightly.

Yun Qisheng found a gap, stepped back in an instant, and landed on a high jagged rock, condescending: "You know that the Wentian Festival is deceitful, but you still dare to come here. Since you have come, don't even think about retreating completely. Within seven days, I'm waiting to collect your body!"

The figure flees, the wind blows the bamboo leaves, and it is clear without a trace.

Mu Jiangling put away his sword and stood in the bamboo grove, staring fixedly at the moon in the sky, his eyes hurt from seeing it, and then went to pick up the bamboo hat on the ground.He patted the soil, put his head back on his head, and laughed suddenly, startling half of the birds.

The windows of the guest house lit up one after another, and someone even opened the window, and some candles were rushing towards the bamboo forest.

"Mediocrity, mediocrity!" He shook his head and smiled, not knowing whether he was laughing at others or himself.

Echoes echoed in the empty bamboo forest, and there was no one around Xiaoshitan.

Mu Jiangling sneaked back to the room sneakily, preparing to pretend nothing happened until dawn.

As soon as the door opened, Ying Chen was dumbfounded, holding a candlestick, standing by the half-open window, and glanced at him coldly.

"Where did you go?"

"Well, I think the moonlight is good tonight, so I went for a walk." Mu Jiangling said guiltily.

After feeling guilty, he felt that something was wrong, what kind of guilt was he? ? ?Why do you look like a little daughter-in-law who sneaked out in the middle of the night and was caught? ? ? ?

Ying Chen put down the candlestick and said, "The one in the forest is you?"

Mu Jiangling: "Uh, well, it's me."

Ying Chen: "Who are you seeing?"

Mu Jiangling: "Yun, Yun Qisheng. It's the one I met in Wutou Mountain. I just returned the Silver Cloud Saber."

Ying Chen: "Injured?" He walked over, lifted him up easily, and looked over and over.

"Hey, stop, stop!" Mu Jiangling was dizzy, "No! We didn't fight! I wasn't hurt!"

"Yes." Ying Chen grabbed his hand, held it up in front of his eyes, pointed to the slight scratches on it, "here."

"..." Mu Jiangling stared, looked at his fingers carefully, and finally found a few scratches that were not broken, "This, maybe it was accidentally scratched when holding the Yinyun knife? "

Ying Chen said: "I don't like my things being ripped apart by others."

Mu Jiangling: "???"

Seems like you heard something serious? ? ? ?

Thinking about it again, I... seem to be his sacrifice.

Wait, do gods have such an inexplicable possessive desire for sacrifices?He suddenly felt that it was necessary to find a fellow who was in the same boat and have a friendly exchange.But I am a special case among the special cases, and the whole mortal world probably won't be able to find the second one, so I can only think about it.

Mu Jiangling said softly, "I will pay attention next time."

Ying Chen looked very dissatisfied: "Next time?"

Mu Jiangling: "No, no, no, no next time..."

He was racking his brains on how to appease this guy, when suddenly the door was slammed, and someone shouted loudly: "Just now there is something different in the bamboo forest, and it seems that assassins have entered. Every guest room must be carefully inspected. Please forgive me if I offend you." !"

Hmm——to say so confidently even if someone asks for forgiveness is worthy of being a fairy.

Mu Jiangling subconsciously slandered, and suddenly panicked.He looked at himself, he was wearing night clothes that he hadn't had time to change, and he looked around, Ying Chen was also there.In the middle of the night, two men gathered in a room. There was a dimly lit candle on the table.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly! Do you hear the people inside!" There was a loud knock on the door, and the sound of urging people outside became more and more urgent.

Mu Jiangling was at a loss for a moment, and a series of thoughts popped up in his mind, but they were immediately rejected.The patience of the person who knocked on the door became worse and worse, and the door rang loudly.He turned around on the spot and made a heroic decision - hugged Ying Chen's arm, dragged him onto the bed and pushed hard, then threw himself on him, put down the bed curtain, and untied the hood on his head. Hair band, quickly took off his shirt.

Faced with such a scene of throwing himself into his arms, Ying Chen looked very calm: "What are you doing?"

Mu Jiangling was busy taking off his clothes with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other: "Don't make a sound! Just don't make a sound! Close your eyes and pretend to be dead. I'll do the rest!"

Ying Chen was pressed down, blinked and said "um".

The visitor seemed impatient, and with a wave of his palm, the two wooden doors swung open.

"Ah!!!" There was a short exclamation.

"Who?!" The monks outside the door who were about to break in said nervously.

A hand protruded from the bed curtain, gently lifted the tulle, revealing an angry and ashamed face: "You are so rude!"

The monk rushing to the front was probably in a hurry, the door opened suddenly, failed to stop, and rushed to the table, just about to shout "quickly and quickly" in a dignified manner. The script and this line were completely wrong, and he was dumbfounded, and the treasure in his hand fell off and hit his foot.

Lying on the bed was a young and handsome young man with a thin and angry face. The quilt barely covered his waist, and there was no thread above his waist, and the same must be true below. There were a few ambiguous red marks on his white chest.The young man rested his arms lazily, and there was a man with long hair covering his face and unable to see his eyebrows clearly.

Mu Jiangling raised his eyebrows and said, "How long do you want to watch?"

The visitors looked at each other.

A bold man stepped forward and said: "I am ordered to search for the stranger, but I hope you will forgive me. It's just that the person under the young man, I don't know if I can..."

"He came with me, and he lives in the next room." Mu Jiangling's mouth curled up into an inexplicable evil smile, he pinched Ying Chen's jaw with two fingers, and turned his face to show them, "It seems that he is playing too much." , passed out."

There was an embarrassing coughing sound in the room.

The ears of the younger ones were blushing.

One of them lowered his head so much that he wanted to get under the table, but fortunately he barely remembered his responsibilities, glanced at the album in his hand, and said repeatedly: "What an offence, what an offence." I vaguely heard him chanting "Chenghe Detong", and then there was a "plop" - he walked too fast and fell into the mud.

The rest of the people also left in a hurry, for fear that if they walked too slowly, they would get caught in something that shouldn't be.

"Go slowly." Mu Jiangling lay on the bed and shouted, "I won't see you off."

People are gone.

Mu Jiangling slowly got up from Ying Chen, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said happily, "Okay, okay, they're gone, you don't have to pretend."

Ying Chen opened his eyes and said abruptly: "Too much? Did you faint?"

Mu Jiangling: "..."

Mu Jiangling protested: "I'll just say it casually. Why, can't this work?"

How can a fairy be so stingy and not take advantage of his words? ? ?

Ying Chen didn't make a sound.

He was thinking about a very serious question.

Strictly speaking, I am not an ascetic dragon.Oh, it should be said, it was not.In short, after that, I don't like to talk to mortals, let alone come up with any strange thoughts.

this person……

I made a wish to myself.

Although it is noisy at times, it is not annoying.

Nor do they have as many bad habits as other mortals.

Throwing it in the palace casually shouldn't make me worry too much.

…………

"Hey, what are you... doing?"

Breath as soft as a feather brushed across his face, and when Ying Chen came back to his senses, he bumped into a pair of clear eyes, very close at hand.

The tip of the nose of the two of them is touching the tip of the nose, their foreheads are close to their foreheads, and their lips are so close that they can kiss each other.

The most terrible thing is that the postures of the two of them turned upside down at some point, and the one on the bottom still looked like he was not wearing any clothes.

Is he really just a god? ? ? ?

Ying Chen's vertical pupils tightened suddenly, almost rolled off Mu Jiangling's body, and fell under the bed with a "gudong".

Mu Jiangling lay on the bed in a daze, unable to figure out what was going on for a long time.

He got up as if sleepwalking, and put on his clothes.Halfway through, she suddenly asked Ying Chen on the ground, "Did you... just want to kiss me?"

Ying Chen: "No!"

Mu Jiangling was confused: "No?"

Ying Chen paused and said: "No, yes!"

"But you were very close just now, and you pressed me underneath."

"No."

"but……"

Small flames sprang up in Ying Chen's eyes.He is angry.very angry.Thousands of years, never so angry.Doesn't this mortal know how to shut up when it's time to shut up? ? ? ?

He got up from the cold floor, knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, grabbed the half-clothed mortal with a dazed face, and kissed him resolutely.

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