When the villain picks up the script

Because of accepting the task, Wen Qinglan has been busy instructing Xiao Jing to practice for the past few days. Although he can teach Xiao Jing some subtle tricks to control the strong from the weak, he still needs to have a certain strength if he wants to play well in the game.

If Xiao Jing can touch the threshold of Jindan stage before the competition, after Wen Qinglan's guidance, he can also get the ranking steadily, but it's a pity...

Wen Qinglan looked at Xiao Jing who was cultivating with his eyes closed, and couldn't help thinking of his great apprentice Wen Yuan who died young. Xiao Jing's current qualifications are really mediocre. Even if he has stepped up his practice these days, he has a lot of elixir to eat , Breaking through the concentration period and entering the fusion period is a bit difficult, let alone crossing the fusion period and touching the golden core threshold.

Just when Wen Qinglan was thinking about how to get Xiao Jing to play the game, the system that had been silent for a long time suddenly said: "The host has been directing the main task, are you interested in doing daily tasks, and you can also get points. And if the daily tasks are done well, it can increase intimacy, which is of great benefit to the host."

"Daily task, what is that?" Wen Qinglan asked curiously when he heard the system's words.

This time, Xiao Jing has been cultivating his spiritual power with his eyes closed, and he is a little boring watching from the side, but the intimacy sounds a little strange.

It just so happened that Xiao Jing opened his eyes at this moment, and Wen Qinglan heard the system ding in his ears, "Release the daily task!"

Mission target: Xiao Jing

Task content: Wiping Xiao Jing's sweat and touching Xiao Jing like a father is the first step for the host to correct the villain's image into that of a loving father and strict teacher.

Warning: Daily tasks cannot be refused, and the punishment will be accumulated. Every time you refuse, the protagonist’s darkness index will be increased according to the corresponding score value. When the darkness index accumulates to a certain level, a copy of hell will be opened. After completing the task, intimacy +3”

Wen Qinglan: "..."

He didn't want to complete the daily tasks at all, and he didn't even want to know what the protagonist's darkness index and the so-called Hell Dungeon were!

As soon as Xiao Jing opened his eyes, he saw Wen Qinglan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead were restrained. He was shocked and ashamed and said: "Master, don't be angry, it's the disciple who is dull. Master punish the disciple, please don't Bad body."

Wen Qinglan's face twisted slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, he stared at Xiao Jing, still speechless.

However, Xiao Jing mistook Wen Qinglan for being angry, and felt even more ashamed. Seeing him, he almost shed tears.

"If the host continues like this, Xiao Jing will only misunderstand it. If the host can't do these actions, this system can do it for you!"

If he had done such a move, Xiao Jing would have misunderstood it. During the past decades of living together under Jingping Peak, although Wen Qinglan had never abused or beaten Xiao Jing, he was enough to ignore him. He would go out from time to time and let Xiao Jing guard the big Jing alone Pingfeng allowed other disciples of the sect to crowd out Xiao Jing, and only occasionally when he was in a good mood, would he throw some cultivation methods to Xiao Jing, and he didn't care whether Xiao Jing knew it or not.

It can be said that if it wasn't for the protection of the protagonist's luck, Xiao Jing might not even be able to practice the concentration period. If he suddenly made these actions now, Xiao Jing might feel frightened instead of caring.

But the system took Wen Qinglan's silence as the default. In an instant, Wen Qinglan felt that his consciousness was forced to a corner, and a wonderful force controlled his body, making him help Xiao Jing up awkwardly, and touched He touched the other person's forehead, and even patted the top of Xiao Jing's head.

This move made Wen Qinglan more sure that the existence of the system is extremely powerful. You must know that it is impossible to control a monk in the Nascent Soul stage so easily, which is something that even the ancestors in the Tribulation Stage can't do.

Xiao Jing's hair left a soft touch under Wen Qinglan's hands, but although his movements were extremely gentle, the expression on his face was not good at all. He kept staring at Xiao Jing, and his face was also dark, as if he would be violent at any time. It seemed like he slapped Xiao Jing across the face.

Sure enough, as Wen Qinglan expected, Xiao Jing was frightened, he was completely stunned, with a dazed look, the only eyes that could see the traces of beauty widened, Wen Qinglan's figure was reflected in the sparkling water, That ferocious face was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Jing's ears turned red like a mimosa, and he said, "Master... Master!"

Although Xiao Jing looked frightened and his mind went blank, the system's prompt sound completely exposed his mood.

"Dick--

The protagonist's intimacy +3, favorability +1, the current favorability is 54%, please continue to work hard on the host. "

The power to control Wen Qinglan disappeared. Wen Qinglan coughed dryly, turned his head and said dryly: "Practice without compromising an inch, and blindly pursuing breakthroughs through hard work will only make you restless. Let's stop here today, and you are tired too. Go back and rest, let's continue tomorrow."

Who urged him to break through before that!

However, Xiao Jing didn't dare to say this directly, after all, the atmosphere between the two parties was really subtle and awkward, so he still made a gesture of respect to his disciple and said: "What the master taught is that the disciple understands that The master has worked hard for the disciple, and the disciple will surely break through as soon as possible, so the master can rest assured."

Wen Qinglan waved his hand, indicating to Xiao Jing that there is no need to say more, he didn't want to stay here at all, so he just waved his sleeves and went back to the house.

After Wen Qinglan turned around, Xiao Jing put away the respectful and submissive expression on his face, and stared at Wen Qinglan's back silently. It made him feel a kind of neurotic madness.

"Master..." Touching his lips, Xiao Jing spit out these two words lightly with the tip of his tongue, and then he suddenly covered his face and laughed silently: "My master..."

I don't know if it was because he had listened too much to the dark version of Xiao Jing during the day, but Wen Qinglan, who wanted to rest when he returned to the house, took a rare nap. In such a short moment, he even had a dream.

That feeling is very, very subtle. Ever since he stepped into the golden elixir stage, at least he has not tasted the feeling of dreaming for more than 200 years. The feeling of knowing that he is dreaming but unable to wake up is uncomfortable but also Out of curiosity.

He walked forward irresistibly, everything in the dream was vague and abstract, surrounded by colorless black and white mimes, the gray sky spread in large swaths, gloomy and depressed, people without facial features repeated dully and mechanically With his own movements, he staged a pantomime like a curtain in the dark and blurred towns and villages.

Wen Qinglan didn't know where he was going. He walked through one dark street after another, ignorantly and chaotically. He didn't know how long he had been walking like this. Suddenly, a touch of color appeared in the gray and white world.

It was a porcelain doll carved from jade. The porcelain doll was wearing exquisite clothes, with a boy's hair bun, holding a big red lantern, and stared at Wen Qinglan expressionlessly with his head tilted.

The porcelain doll's eyes were staring straight, without a trace of vitality, but Wen Qinglan looked at him without fear. He even felt an inexplicable familiarity and kindness, and wanted to hug him.

But Ciwa and Wen Qinglan looked at each other for a while, then turned and left. Wen Qinglan was anxious, he had a bad premonition in his heart, and wanted to hold the other party so that the other party would not leave.

But the porcelain doll ran too fast, no matter how Wen Qinglan ran, he fell far behind the other party. As he ran, Wen Qinglan suddenly remembered that he was a monk, and he didn't have to run around like a mortal at all. He could control the wind and shrink the ground , obviously can catch up with porcelain dolls very quickly.

Just thinking about it, Wen Qinglan felt a surge of air flow all over his body, making his body lighter and lighter. Soon, he flew up, and then, with a 'wow—', he seemed to be smashed into something, and then The surrounding scene has completely changed.

The surroundings are in a mess, he doesn't know who is talking, those people's faces are blurred, and they can't hear what they say, but the negative emotions of disgust and nausea projected on him are very clear.

Wen Qinglan just felt extremely bored, and a great sadness welled up. He was in such a terrible situation that he wanted to close his eyes and be quiet for a while.

But at this moment, those voices were all silent, and a large blackness suddenly poured into the overwhelming chaos of colors. A tall and handsome man who was even a little sinister walked over the darkness, and violent black waves surged behind him. , like a dark tyrant.

The man stared at him with his head down, there was no expression on that handsome, sinister, flawless face, and there was a cold and frivolous look in those dark and deep eyes, he slightly bent his lips, as if to say something, and then without warning Stretching out his hand, he plucked at his chest and abdomen.

The severe pain overwhelmed Wen Qinglan, his teeth were chattering and sweat was like slurry, it was only his strong willpower that kept him from screaming, he felt that something had completely left him, it was a kind of emptiness.

He opened his mouth, and stared at the other party with his blurred vision soaked in sweat, and finally spit out two words with his lips wriggling...

...Xiao Jing...

"Master, Master, are you okay?"

Wen Qinglan opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes fell on a face that was so ugly that it was even ferocious. The eyes of that face were full of concern. Seeing this familiar face, Wen Qinglan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Xiao Jing hesitated for a while and said: "Master has been a little... some... disciple worried about Master recently, so I wanted to come and have a look, but I didn't expect Master to lie on the table without any movement. The disciple was worried about Master, that's why Master, please forgive me for the offensive behavior just now."

Wen Qinglan wanted to say it was okay, but thinking of the scene in the dream just now, he couldn't help but feel a strange resistance and disgust towards Xiao Jing. According to the fate book, he was indeed abolished by Xiao Jing in the later period. The previous dream Perhaps it was the dream of his own ending in the fate book that he got after thinking about it after reading the fate book.

Thinking of this, Wen Qinglan scolded coldly: "In the future, don't come in casually without my permission."