Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing's consciousness gradually came back, he wanted to look at the surrounding situation, but his eyes were stuck to the dry blood.

When he was escorting the caravan for the third time, they encountered a group of people.

Those people weren't considered powerful, and it was easy for Song Yanqing to defeat them, but a few people from the Blood Sword Sect came in the end.

They divided into two groups and used the formation that had besieged Mo Nanchen before.Adjusting personnel back and forth should exhaust Song Yanqing to the point of exhaustion.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Yanqing told the caravan to run back, at least one person must go back.A leader of the Xuedaomen took the opportunity to interrupt his iron sword, and Song Yanqing completely lost the chance to break through.

Some clever people in the caravan had let go of the messenger eagle a long time ago, but when they heard the order from the guardian, they immediately dropped their loads, turned around and ran away.

It's just that before they ran far, they were dragged down by a hand that suddenly appeared in the sand.

People from the Blood Knife Sect don't know how to hold their breath, and the one hiding in the sand is a master from another faction.

Song Yanqing lost her weapon, gradually unable to withstand the attack of Xuedaomen, and was finally captured alive by them.

When he woke up, he was locked in a cell and tied up with a wrist-thick iron chain.

Although these people did not torture him, they did not heal him either.

Song Yanqing received several slaps from Xuedaomen and nearly lost half of his life.The whole person was hung half dead in the cell, and was unconscious most of the time.

"You said if I asked them for water, would I lose Xuan Ming's face for teaching Zuo Hufa?" "Song Yanqing licked her cracked lower lip, lowered her head and asked in her mind: "Forget it, I lost face not once or twice, no matter where I go, I can meet the gang of nemesis from the Blood Knife Gate. '

Song Yanqing opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Although he felt no pain, prolonged dehydration almost killed him.

He made a swallowing motion, but it didn't get better.

Song Yanqing said to the system in a daze, "How long will it be before Mo Nanchen finds me?" '

The system was silent for a while, then replied: [Mr. Song, Feng Tianjiao is on her way here. ]

Only then did Song Yanqing realize that the plot had already begun, and Mo Nanchen was probably having a plot with Luo Qiuyi on the bed.

Song Yanqing wasn't very sad, he even wanted to laugh a little.This world is too ridiculous. Mo Nanchen, who was originally a good person, seemed to be a different person after the protagonist Shou appeared.

The system seemed to want to comfort him, Song Yanqing sighed and said, "I'm not angry with him, he is the author's string puppet, and I can't help myself, and I can't blame him."I don't hate Luo Qiuyi either, the enemy is close in front of me but I can't do anything... After all, it's the fate of fate, and I can't blame anyone.But I still... I only hope that he can come to save me once. .'

[Mr. Song will not die here. ] The system said: [The plot is set like this, sir, it will be regarded as watching an immersive movie.If Mr. Song really can't bear it, the system can let you go to the next world right now. ]

'Then what will happen to the left protector here. ' Song Yanqing asked,

[Implanting the character and behavior of the original character is equivalent to a programmed robot, he will complete the plot step by step to avoid destroying the original trajectory of the world due to Mr. Song's departure. ]

Song Yanqing couldn't leave, he still had Mo Nanchen in a red dress feeding him drinks in his heart.He sniffed, coughed up a mouthful of blood and closed his eyes again.

'Will he change back to the Mo Nanchen I knew before? '

[Maybe. ] The system comforted: [The system advises Mr. Song not to have much hope. ]

[Mr. Song, are you going to leave? ]

'Let's stay, at least it can stop him from doing those unconscionable things.In the end, he committed suicide on the edge of the cliff, so it was better to have someone to accompany him for a ride. '

The system didn't speak any more, it just turned off Song Yanqing's perception so that he could sleep more comfortably.

...............

Luo Qiuyi found a very interesting thing. Although Mo Nanchen did not go to look for Song Yanqing in person under his deliberate persuasion, Mo Nanchen's spirit became more and more sluggish as the days passed.

Although he is free and easy every day, when he is drinking, he will look at a long sword in a daze from time to time.

Luo Qiuyi looked at it secretly, and the sword was engraved with 'Yan Qing'.

Luo Qiuyi asked about the sword obliquely, Mo Nanchen fiddled with the eagle that was delivered recently, and said casually: "I happened to meet a fairly good weapon, but I couldn't use it, so I gave it to Protector Song as a favor. "

"I think this sword looks familiar." Luo Qiuyi said.

Mo Nanchen turned around and said with a smile: "I killed the old sect master of Jiuhuamen and snatched it from him."

Luo Qiuyi's face turned pale instantly, he took a deep breath and said in disbelief: "The old sect master has treated me with great kindness, how could you kill him!"

Mo Nanchen didn't like others to disobey him, he slightly raised his head and sneered, "I can kill whoever I want, and I still need you to ask."

Mo Nanchen hadn't spoken to Luo Qiuyi in such a cold tone for a long time. Looking at his expression, Luo Qiuyi seemed to have returned to the day when the Promise Gate was destroyed.

"You keep saying that you love me..." Luo Qiuyi's chest heaved violently, and he said with pale lips trembling: "But you first destroyed me all over the house, and then killed my benefactor, and imprisoned me here every day, you are what you said Love!"

To be honest, Mo Nanchen didn't know that Luo Qiuyi had friendship with the old master of Jiuhuamen, and he rarely cared about things unrelated to Xuanming Sect.

It's just that what Feng Tianjiao said before leaving that day reminded him of Song Yanqing, and he didn't know why his heart throbbed inexplicably.

He couldn't figure it out, he just thought it was because he was still thinking about the old love, so he simply went down the mountain to find a sword for Song Yanqing.

If Song Yanqing came back alive, he would give him the sword as a gift.

If he lost his life, he would kill those who killed Song Yanqing, and then bury the newly found sword and the thief's head in his tomb.

Even in the underworld, Song Hufa won't be bullied if he has that sword.

Any well-known swordsman will have a sword in his hand.But Song Yanqing didn't. The sword he used was either made by the blacksmith at the foot of the mountain, or picked up from a dead body.

It's not that Guardian Zuo of Xuanming sect can't afford good swords, but that some of the better swordsmiths are unwilling to sell their swords to the world's number one demon sect, for fear of helping evildoers.

Mo Nanchen couldn't find a good sword, and remembered that the master of Jiuhuamen was a master of swordsmanship, so he went directly to Jiuhuamen to kill him and snatch his sword.

Luo Qiuyi was still looking at him, suppressing his grief and anger, and wanted him to explain.

Mo Nanchen is used to living a life of dominance, he doesn't bother to please anyone, let alone apologize.

He stopped teasing the messenger eagle, looked at Luo Qiuyi silently, frowned slightly, and said bluntly after a long while: "Man, I'll kill you. I want the sword. The matter has already been decided, so it's useless to say more. If you have something in your heart If you are angry, let it go with you."

Luo Qiuyi closed his eyes to cover up the hatred in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "You obviously have people in your heart, why did you imprison me? I am not as good as you in martial arts, my old benefactor is not as good as you in martial arts, and everyone in the world is not as good as you in martial arts. I can't kill you." You can't take revenge, if you want this body, you can take it, and if I, Luo Qiuyi, struggle and resist, you will take my head off. I just ask you to let me go down the mountain afterwards, so that we will not offend each other from now on."

The author has something to say: Don’t be afraid, the leader will get better _(:з」∠)_