Really not a villain

"Don't eat?" Mu Jiangling tilted his head, and leaned over to smell it himself, "My cooking skills aren't that bad, are they?"

Ying Chen moved to the side, and after a while, the scent wafted over, and then moved again, and after a while, moved again.

Mu Jiangling: "...Don't move it, move it into the river, come and have a bite."

Ying Chen: "Don't eat."

Mu Jiangling: "But I see that you really want to eat."

Ying Chen: "Don't eat."

Mu Jiangling: "Why are you like this?"

After finishing speaking, he quickly tore off another shiny chicken leg and stuffed it into Ying Chen's mouth.

Ying Chen: "!?"

He was a little dumbfounded, no one would have dared to do this before.

Mu Jiangling was about to finish stuffing the drumsticks in his hand, then he shivered suddenly, and gave him a very guilty look.

Ying Chen took down the chicken leg with no expression on his face, frowned, then took a bite very carefully, smashed his mouth after biting, and took another bite.

Mu Jiangling's hanging heart dropped, and he took the unfinished chicken with peace of mind and prepared to continue eating. Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew by, emptying his hands, and the whole fragrant and oily chicken disappeared.

When he looked up, he found that Ying Chen was eating chicken intently.

……and many more!

Why does that chicken look so familiar? ? ?

"Hey!" Mu Jiangling was angry, "That's my dinner!"

Ying Chen raised his eyebrows: "You will pay me."

Mu Jiangling was stunned for a moment.One beggar chicken for one Sanqing fruit, seems like a good deal, doesn't it?

Then the guy added in a sloppy sentence: "Every day."

Mu Jiangling's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.Where did he get such a leisurely way of cooking every day?About two or three days to make do with one meal is enough, if there is something good to eat, if there is nothing good, forget it.

Mu Jiangling tried to reason with him: "This is very troublesome..."

"not my business."

"I'm wanted..."

"not my business."

"that……"

Ying Chen raised his head and said without negotiating: "Every day."

Mu Jiangling wanted to cry but had no tears, so he paid homage to his lost dinner.It was already dark, and going into the woods to catch a wild pheasant was nothing short of whimsical.He sighed, touched his half-starved stomach, and decided to sneak away after Ying Chen fell asleep, and get rid of this living ancestor.

In the dead of night, the shadows of the trees dance.

Mu Jiangling quietly crawled out of the quilt, and shivered when he fell to the ground, thinking that winter is coming soon, and the rations that had been stored for more than half a month before were burned clean by a fire, it seems that he has to go to a nearby town gone.Go into the city along the way to buy some food, and head south all the way. When spring comes, you should be able to reach Danxia Mountain.

Originally, he planned to stay in the mountains for the winter.It’s not easy to travel in winter, it’s cold to spend the night in the mountains, food is hard to find, and it’s dangerous to walk along the town, and you can’t use your sword, so it’s better to just wait for the winter, but the world is unpredictable, and all the stored grain They were all burned.

What Mu Jiangling couldn't figure out was that since a year ago, under the guise of cleaning up the remnants, Qingyuntai has set up chaos suppression departments in every state, while the rest of the immortal sects acquiesced in this blatant and provocative move.

Speaking of the Twelve Immortal Gates, no one in the world knows it.Since its sudden appearance without warning 800 years ago, it has quickly shocked the entire comprehension world with the power of its twelve immortal masters.Whether it is auspiciousness coming to the world or a disaster from heaven, the twelve fairy masters can announce it to the world in advance, attracting common people and monks to avoid disasters and enjoy blessings.

The good times don't last long, the fairy gate grows gradually, the people worship the fairy master as a god, and they don't want to enshrine the cultivation family anymore, the noble families lose their worship, and finally decide to unite to suppress the fairy gate.

Among them, a famous family in the cultivation world participated in the suppression. At that time, the people of the whole state knelt in black at the gate of the Immortal Mansion, and the streets and alleys outside the city were full of people kneeling. They don't want to offend the envoys sent down by the gods from the sky. Some of them even committed suicide on the spot, with blood spattered three feet.Just when the commotion was raging, the nearest Qingyun Terrace came, took the Patriarch's life with one move, and then floated away.

Since then, no one in the comprehension world dared to repeat the same mistakes, and kept silent like a cicada.

For the past 800 years, the Twelve Immortal Sects have operated independently. Even if the Immortal Masters change, they still do not interfere with each other. Make chaos.

But now the chaos suppression divisions have spread all over the states, and the rest of the immortal sects are still pretending to be deaf and dumb. Even if Qingyuntai's power has increased greatly in recent years, they shouldn't be so swallowed.

Mu Jiangling tiptoedly picked up the package that had been prepared, touched the door, creaked open a crack, and looked outside.

That's fine, no one.

Suddenly a voice burst from above: "Where are you going?"

Mu Jiangling's scalp went numb, and he raised his head. Ying Chen was sitting on the beam, with an indifferent expression, his black clothes almost blending into the night, only his eyes were faintly shining.A ray of moonlight fell on his hand, which was eerily pale.

Also, not breathing.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for him not to notice that he was sitting on the beam.

There was no sound at all, not even a slight rise and fall of the chest.

Mu Jiangling's palms broke out in cold sweat unknowingly. Such strange things were in front of him. Fear seized his heart suddenly. He stepped back subconsciously, but accidentally bumped into the half-open door.

The door was slammed shut, the moonlight was blocked outside, the room suddenly became dark, and the two dim lights on the beam brightened a bit.

Mu Jiangling's voice began to tremble: "You, what are you...?"

Ying Chen jumped down from the beam and approached him slowly, a pair of vertical pupils were dimly lit in the darkness, amazingly bright, looking straight into his eyes, his voice was still cold and indifferent: "Afraid?"

Not only was he afraid, but Mu Jiangling was trembling all over, almost sliding down against the door panel.

His hand touched Mu Jiangling's face, it was as cold as ice, and he whispered a threat in his ear: "There will be no next time."

Mu Jiangling swallowed nervously and nodded.

The cold touch disappeared, and so did Ying Chen.

He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, still in shock.He really didn't see how Ying Chen left.

Mu Jiangling slowed down for a while, then climbed back onto the bed and wrapped up the quilt tightly, his teeth still chattering.He couldn't sleep at all, he kept his eyes open thinking wildly, and glanced at the dark beams from time to time, afraid that Ying Chen would come back suddenly.

What the hell is this guy?

Spirit monsters can cultivate, but they will never cultivate human form.It's like a person cultivating immortality but never succeeding in it.

When I first met him, I thought his vertical pupils were unusual, so I didn't think too much about it. After all, it's not like I haven't seen people with white hair and mandarin duck eyes.

Not breathing, body temperature is cold, so it is definitely not a "talent" that can be fooled.

Mu Jiangling gradually calmed down, recalling that in the stalactite cave, when he dared to cover his mouth, it was clearly warm.Why was it so cold just now, so cold like a...dead person?

So anxious until dawn, Mu Jiangling yawned with dark circles under his eyes, got up slowly, and when he opened the door, he saw Ying Chen, and almost passed out when he rolled his eyes.

"you you you……"

Ying Chen: "Today's portion."

……

It turned out to be begging for food.

Mu Jiangling covered his frightened little heart, and said sadly: "Can you, don't scare people like this?"

Ying Chen expressed his innocence: "I didn't."

After all, Mu Jiangling was still a little apprehensive, so he didn't talk nonsense, he plunged into the woods early in the morning, and wandered out with a wild pheasant.

Slaughtered, cleaned, wrapped in mud, and then lit a fire, set a pot on it by the way, sprinkled sweet potatoes, and cooked some porridge for myself.Ying Chen came over, pointed to the unknown sticky substance boiling in the pot and asked, "What is that?"

"Porridge."

"Oh." He sat down on the other side of the fire, looked at the bubbling bubbles in the pot, watched it for a while, and then slowly said, "I've seen it before."

Mu Jiangling was a little surprised.Beggar chicken has never been seen before, but it’s easy to understand, but it’s a bit weird if you don’t know porridge.Could it be that this guy has an unknown tragic past?As soon as I felt a little pity in my heart, I remembered the shock of last night, and that poor sympathy was immediately thrown into the sky.

"Ahem," Mu Jiangling cleared his throat, and decided to take advantage of this relatively peaceful breakfast time to formulate a few words, "Um... do you... feel cold?"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to bite his tongue and swallow the words back.

Sure enough, Ying Chen's cool eyes drifted over: "Afraid?"

Mu Jiangling regretted it endlessly.This guy is different from ordinary people in many ways. He must have suffered a lot because of these things when he was a child. He was excluded and bullied, but he was lucky enough to expose his scars. Isn't this hitting the knife's edge?

Ying Chen stood up.

Mu Jiangling watched him leaning forward, and his heart raised his throat: "Wait, wait! I, I, I... Oh, it's time to turn off the fire! It's going to burn!"

Ying Chen turned a deaf ear and raised his hand.

Under Mu Jiangling's despairing eyes, Ying Chen held his hand that was raised in mid-air.

Mu Jiangling: "?!!!"

Even though he only held it once and let it go quickly, Mu Jiangling still looked stunned by lightning.

Ying Chen said lightly: "It's warm."

…………

Can it be done in a normal way? ? ?

Uh, although it's quite normal... But can't you say "My hands are so warm, don't believe you touch them" before coming over? ? ?

Mu Jiangling forcibly calmed down: "Yes, it's warm."

Ying Chen sat back again: "It will be cold at night."

Mu Jiangling trembled, tears streaming down his face, brother, you might as well not explain it, a person is scary no matter whether he is hot and cold or cold all the time!Uh... He suddenly remembered something.This habit seems... very similar to a snake?Does he have snake blood?It really makes sense to think about it this way, but most of the snake people live in Miaojiang, and the number is rare. How could he come to the south of the Yangtze River alone?

...Could it be because of the Sanqing fruit that he left his hometown and was alone?

Mu Jiangling suddenly felt a little guilty.

But only a little bit.

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