Really not a villain

Ying Chen didn't wait for his answer, and tilted his head: "In the water?"

Meng Ting looked at him vigilantly, then hesitated and said, "He...can't swim?"

Ying Chen walked to the edge of the lake, squatted down, put his hand into the water, and stirred it lightly.

The originally calm surface of the lake suddenly tumbling like boiling water, intensified, and then a column of water shot up into the sky, supporting a figure.

Ying Chen stood up, stretched out his hand, the jet of water twisted and swam towards the shore very obediently, carefully delivered the person to his hand, and disappeared into the water with a "crash".

Mu Jiangling was pale and unconscious, obviously drowned.

Ying Chen didn't even look at it, he carried the man on his shoulder like a torn sack, and was about to leave.

Meng Ting frowned deeply: "Stop! Who are you?"

Ying Chen continued to walk forward as if she had never heard of it.

Meng Ting shook his body and stopped in front of him, the sword in his hand was half out of its sheath: "Put me down."

Ying Chen glanced at him coldly, and finally said: "You said it before."

Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, but he reacted very quickly. If Mu Jiangling was still awake at this time, he must be planning to send a student to the Chinese teacher: "He took three tricks from me. He can leave, but he can't let him go." You, an unknown person, take him away."

Ying Chen: "Who are you?"

Meng Tingshen: "Meng Tingshen, the chief disciple of the Immortal Lord of Qingyuntai, may I ask who you are?"

Ying Chen shook the person on his shoulders a few times, saw Mu Jiangling started spitting water, and said, "The creditor."

"..." Seeing that Yingchen didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, Meng Tingshen slowly withdrew his sword and said calmly, "Your Excellency's words are not very clear, so let me ask you another way, who is Mu Jiangling?"

Ying Chen's patience had probably reached its limit, and he casually said, "Reserve food."

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Meng Tingshen stood in the same place for a long time without saying a word, for a moment he didn't know whether to continue to ask.

The relationship between these two looks amazing...

Seeing that he seemed to have nothing to say, Ying Chen simply walked along the path on the outskirts of the city into the woods.

Why not follow the official path?

Because before entering the city, Mu Jiangling cried and begged him to make three rules, one of which was that if he could not take the big road, he would not take the big road.

There are two remaining, one is not allowed to shoot at will, and the other is no nonsense if you let go.

This is also the reason why Ying Chen walked so fast in the restaurant.

Before evening, the sky had already darkened, and the dark clouds in the sky pressed over, as if the mountains and rain were about to come.

Ying Chen walked slowly but steadily, and found a dilapidated temple left over from an unknown age before it rained.

The broken temple is really broken.

He looked around for a while, took a fancy to a few futons beside the clay statue, and wanted to put the person down there.

Not wanting to put it in half, Mu Jiangling was lying on his shoulders and couldn't move.

Pull it again, it still doesn't move.

Ying Chen turned his head, met a pair of dark eyes expressionlessly, looked at each other for a while, and said: "Get out."

Mu Jiangling shivered, and squeezed the clothes in his hands even tighter: "I don't."

Ying Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his eyebrows threateningly.

Mu Jiangling was looked at with hairs all over his body. After a fierce battle in his heart, he slowly let go of his hand with great reluctance, and slid off Ying Chen's body.

Then grabbed his sleeve instead.

Ying Chen: "?"

Mu Jiangling: "I... I'll give you an extra meal!"

Ying Chen glanced at the pulled sleeve, and suddenly pinched Mu Jiangling's wrist hard, and the numbness and pain went up along the arm in an instant, which made him no longer have the strength to hold on to the sleeve.

Ying Chen was able to escape, and walked out the door without looking back.

Mu Jiangling rushed forward, hugged Ying Chen's waist, and cried bitterly: "I'm afraid of water! You, you, and you will accompany me, I haven't recovered yet..."

"There is only water in the cave."

"I'm afraid of deep water! The stream is shallow..." Mu Jiangling snotted and burst into tears, "I, I was flooded before."

A fall into the unsuspecting lake really scared him out of his wits.

He was drowned in his previous life, and Mu Jiangling still doesn't want to recall the feeling of the light fading away and falling into darkness forever.

He almost thought he was going to die again.

Then someone picked him up.

Mu Jiangling really never thought that that person would be Ying Chen.

The two of them were in a stalemate in this awkward position. They didn't know whether it was the wind or Ying Chen was also cold. In short, Mu Jiangling sneezed from the cold.

Ying Chen was even more disgusted: "Want to die?"

Mu Jiangling let go of his hands pitifully, watched his back, and curled up pitifully on the futon.

Not long after, Ying Chen came back with a pile of firewood in his hand.

Mu Jiangling: "!"

Ying Chen threw the firewood on the ground with a snap, and ordered: "Light a fire."

Mu Jiangling picked up the corner of his drenched clothes, looked at him cautiously, and hesitated to speak: "...?"

With this wet head to toe appearance, what does this guy expect to use to start a fire? ? ?

Drilling wood to make fire? ? ?

Ying Chen was silent.

He seemed to realize for the first time how important it was to carry something like flint with him.

Mu Jiangling sneezed again.

The dilapidated temple had wind leaks from all sides, and it was of no use except to barely block the light rain.

"Then freeze." Ying Chen dropped those words and sat down at the foot of the wall of the ruined temple, seeming to be too lazy to pay any attention to him.

In the evening, it began to rain at one o'clock or two o'clock, and gradually became a torrential rain, crackling and beating on the broken bricks and tiles of the ruined temple.It was really windy and rainy, wet and cold.

Mu Jiangling was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Once he was injured, he would be quite drowsy, but he slept very lightly, and would wake up with a start at the slightest movement.

Even after tearing off all the coarse cloth curtains around the clay statue and wrapping it around his body, Mu Jiangling was still cold, and when he fell asleep, a shiver woke him up.

Just like this repeatedly waking up and going back to sleep, Ying Chen looked at the rain outside the broken wall, suddenly sneered, stood up, and kicked him on the knee unceremoniously.

"Hiss—" Mu Jiangling woke up completely, gasping for air in pain, and complained in a slightly hoarse voice, "You...a beast..."

"come over."

Mu Jiangling rubbed his eyes, raised his head from a pile of coarse cloth curtains: "Huh?"

Ying Chen folded his arms, and raised his chin coldly and proudly at the corner where he stayed before.

The sky had completely darkened. Although Mu Jiangling couldn't see clearly, he knew that he was letting him pass, so he rolled into a corner with a confused face, not knowing why.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene happened.

Mu Jiangling watched him helplessly, walked over, sat down next to each other, and then gently put his hands on his wet hair.

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Ying Chen: "Don't move."

Mu Jiangling didn't dare to move, didn't dare to move at all, his whole body was extremely stiff, and he even started to think if he had provoked him somewhere, and made him plan to hammer his head off.

The vertical pupils shone slightly in the dark night, and the fingertips pressing on the head were also icy cold.

Mu Jiangling suddenly felt that cold dampness began to rush up his head, and the coldness of the wind blowing in his hair gradually disappeared, and his body finally felt a faint warmth.

He huddled in the corner obediently like a cat, wrapped in a piece of shabby coarse cloth, with his head bowed, but a pair of black eyes couldn't help looking this way.

Ying Chen twitched his fingers slightly, touched the soft hair calmly, then withdrew his hand, and said softly: "Okay."

Mu Jiangling asked curiously, "What did you do?"

Ying Chen didn't make a sound, just opened his palms for him to see.

It can be vaguely seen as a spherical thing.

Mu Jiangling stretched out his hand and poked it. It was wet and cool, and he asked in surprise, "Water?"

He touched his clothes and hair again, and it turned out to be dry.

Mu Jiangling blinked: "You..."

Ying Chen said impatiently, "Shut up."

Mu Jiangling: "Then..."

Ying Chen: "An extra meal."

Mu Jiangling: "Well, good."

He didn't fall asleep right away, and quietly stared at Ying Chen's profile in the darkness for a while before falling asleep in a daze.

This time, I slept soundly.

When he woke up, it was almost noon.

Mu Jiangling stared blankly at the pheasants jumping up and down in a room, and then at Ying Chen who was leaning against the door: "Did you catch all the wild pheasants from the whole mountain?"

"Extra meal."

"..."

A pile of fire was raised outside the small ruined temple, and two unlucky pheasants were buried under it.

Of course, the rest were all let go.

Mu Jiangling poked the fire with a branch to make it burn hotter, and said, "How did you find me?"

Ying Chen raised his eyelids and looked at him like a fool.

It was only then that Mu Jiangling remembered that he had his blood in his body, and it was not a matter of changing his mind to find someone.

He coughed and changed the subject: "That...yesterday, thank you very much."

Ying Chen was indifferent: "Oh."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

Why doesn't this person eat oil and salt?Anyway, we shared weal and woe yesterday... Although it was one-sided, couldn't you be a little softer?Mu Jiangling poked the fire again and again, thought hard, and decided to praise him a few words, trying to see if he could break the deadlock where the answer never exceeded ten words.

Mu Jiangling: "Yesterday's technique is really unheard of. I have traveled so many places and have never seen it before. Could it be the unique secret technique of the snake people?"

Ying Chen raised his head: "Snake man?"

Seeing that he had such an "enthusiastic" response, Mu Jiangling couldn't help being overjoyed, and he continued on in a hurry: "Miaojiang is not far from Lingnan, right? Danxia Mountain is in Lingnan, so you can drop by when the time comes..."

The second half of the sentence was suddenly cut off.

The thin agate bracelet on Ying Chen's wrist jingled softly, and he slowly leaned over. Although his expression was as calm as before, the displeasure in his eyes was very obvious: "Snake man?"

He reached out and clasped Mu Jiangling's chin, and repeated, "Snake man?"

Goosebumps all over Mu Jiangling's body quickly crawled up.

The word that can make this guy repeat three times in a row, even if you think about it with your fingers, you will know something is wrong! ! !

Obviously I can't kill myself, why can I always feel the threat of death from time to time? ? ? ?