The villain's deadly support

Shen Qing returned to the bonfire with a cold face, her wet clothes dripping all the way, Wen Chuchu followed behind her not far or near, also drooping her head, like a child who made a mistake.

The boss seems to be angry...

Wen Chuchu dumped the fish and shrimp on the ground, and carefully looked at Shen Qinglian, but instead of paying attention to the big boss, Wen Chuchu had to fight with her embarrassed self first.

At this time, the water-drenched skirt was heavily tied to her body, and the sleeves had collapsed to the crook of her arms. She pulled up the sleeves awkwardly, then lowered her head and twisted the hem of the skirt, but it didn't take long for the water droplets to flow down her skirt again. dripped down.

"Boss, aren't you cold?" Wen Chuchu hugged her arms tightly, her lips trembling from the cold, she looked miserable like a chicken just pulled out of the water.

Hearing the sound, Shen Qing looked at Wen Chuchu coldly, trying to condemn someone with his eyes.

It's a pity that everything was in vain, Wen Chuchu was busy fighting with her messy neon dress, and she had no time to care about Shen Qinglian.

"I think you're cold too." Wen Chuchu muttered in a low voice, and squeezed a lot of water out of her skirt.

The wet skirt tied to her leg was very uncomfortable, she simply hugged the skirt by the waist, split her legs, and moved to Shen Qingxian's side in a horrible posture.

Without even looking at the boss' extremely suspicious eyes, she sat down with her buttocks next to Shen Qinglian.

God, the boss is so warm.

Wen Chuchu narrowed her eyes, she had already forgotten all the guilt and apologies.

Just sitting down wasn't enough, Wen Chuchu actually raised Shen Qinglian's arm above his head, and wrapped it around his shoulder, "I'll warm you up..."

Who warms who? !

When Shen Qinglian was dumbfounded, Wen Chuchu still had the cheek to slip into Shen Qinglian's arms again.

"You...do you want to hold on tighter?"

Wen Chuchu's lips turned purple from the cold, and the most important thing was that she not only shook by herself, but also clung to Shen Qingxie, shaking with the boss.

Shen Qingxian was about to push Wen Chuchu away in surprise, but when she saw Wen Chuchu's trembling appearance, her heart softened again.

But she is Shen Qinglian, no matter how soft-hearted she is, it doesn't mean connivance, except for her long-dead mother, she couldn't stand strangers getting so close, so she had to move away a little bit stiffly.

However, Wen Chuchu, who didn't know how to live or die, moved her buttocks tightly against her again, her teeth were trembling, "Big brother...don't be brave, hold on tighter!"

"..."

Forget it, Shen Qingxuan chose to shut up again, just to bear it a little longer, and when she was not restricted by the wound, she swore that she would definitely get rid of Wen Chuchu.

The sky is getting brighter, and the dim vision is finally getting better.

Shen Qing was dressed thinly, but after all she had internal strength to protect her body, so the cold and damp was nothing at all, after the wind blew for a few moments, the thin clothes would be dry, but only the place where Wen Chuchu leaned on was still damp It's hard.

After this night of fuss, Wen Chuchu was exhausted, she shrunk herself into a small ball to resist the damp and cold, wrapped her knees tightly, buried her head in her arms, and dozed off.

When she fell asleep completely, she happened to bump into Shen Qinglian's arms.

As a young girl, and only separated by a thin layer of fabric, Shen Qinglian suddenly bounced off the crossbar when his skin was shaken by the touch.

Wen Chuchu was thrown and almost fell to the ground, but she was even more afraid that Shen Qinglian would run away, so she quickly raised her hand and grabbed Shen Qinglian's clothes without caring about her sleepy eyes.

"Boss?"

Wen Chuchu's eyes were full of vigilance and fear, and she vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Shen Qinglian, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Qingxian's heart was like a small corner of a shirt being grabbed, instantly lost its balance, it was unprecedentedly embarrassing.

Not daring to continue thinking, Shen Qinglian had no choice but to pull that hand away.

Her eyes were stunned, and she saw that Wen Chuchu's already scarred palm had been filled with new wounds, like a scratch, and a large area was red.

That hand made Shen Qinglian even more irritable, she never owed anyone a favor, but those injuries reminded Shen Qinglian that she owed that girl a favor.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Chuchu stubbornly grabbed her lapel again.

"Collecting herbs." Shen Qinglian let go of the girl's slender wrist.

"Oh, then I'll accompany you." Wen Chuchu said and was about to get up.

But he was suppressed by Shen Qing again.

"No, take care of my sword." Shen Qingxian fled hastily.

Since Wen Chuchu appeared, she didn't know why she became more and more abnormal.

How could she leave her sword in the custody of a stranger?Shen Qingxian couldn't figure out what was going on with him?

Extremely agitated, she forcibly ignored the strangeness in her heart, and concentrated on searching for herbs.

……

When she returned to the resting place, Wen Chuchu was exhausted and fell asleep. She tightly guarded her sword, her head tilted and dozed off.

Shen Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly squatted down in front of Wen Chuchu.

Slowly pulling her hand away from the scabbard, Wen Chuchu was startled again.

"Boss?" Wen Chuchu rubbed his bloodshot eyes, which made Shen Qinglian feel a little frustrated.

She kept a cold face and didn't respond, she just opened her warm palm and applied the crushed medicine dregs to the wound.

Wen Chuchu's palm was still icy cold, but her fingertips seemed to be touching soft clouds.

"Hiss!" Wen Chuchu shrank her wrist, "This concoction stung my skin so painfully."

Shen Qinglian's fingertips trembled, and then slowly retracted.

"I was injured because I didn't see you screaming for pain, and now I remember screaming?"

Wen Chuchu pursed her lips in embarrassment.

"Let me see the knee."

Seeing the man pull back his trouser legs, Shen Qinglian's eyes became more and more displeased. Apart from scratches, those legs also had many bruises, red, purple, and blue, which were a bit horrible.

Wen Chuchu scratched her head in embarrassment, "I'm not used to this kind of shoes, I always fall, but it's much better than the beginning."

Shen Qinglian picked some ground herb residue from the stone slab, applied it on her knees, and couldn't help saying: "Miss Chuchu."

"Call me Chuchu!"

"Wait for the wound to recover for a few more days, and I'll send you down the mountain." Shen Qinglian forcibly ignored the question of address.

"Send me down the mountain?" Wen Chuchu was puzzled, her moist eyes widened, making Shen Qing slightly distracted.

"After going down the mountain, we will part ways." Shen Qinglian applied the last bit of medicine dregs on his knee, and withdrew his hand.

"Where are you going, where am I going, I thought we had reached a consensus long ago." Wen Chuchu became serious in a rare way.

Shen Qingxian finally realized that this girl was not joking, "I made it very clear."

"That's because you haven't realized the seriousness of the matter." Wen Chuchu fought hard: "Boss, I chose you, understand?"

What does this mean?

"Do you know the patron saint?" Wen Chuchu racked his brains, "Do you understand what kind of natal Buddha or something? I am your patron saint, and you must make an offering to me."

"I... make offerings to you?" Shen Qinglian's face became even more ugly, "Why should I make offerings to you?"

Maybe she should try to follow the routine script?

Wen Chuchu straightened her back, looked at Shen Qinglian with a serious face, "Boss, this world needs you to save."

Looking at each other, Shen Qinglian was sure that this Wen Chuchu was starting to be unreliable again.

"I reject."

"I reject you rejecting me." Wen Chuchu didn't expect the boss to be so difficult to deal with.

"What is your purpose of pestering me?" Shen Qinglian finally asked, because she could not find out Wen Chuchu's purpose after observing for a long time.

"Then I'll tell the truth." Wen Chuchu spoke uprightly, "I've trained you to be the supreme martial artist, how about you help me kill the female devil?"

"..."

Don't be an idiot girl...

Did she even know who she was talking to?

"Girl..." Shen Qing couldn't put it into words.

"Hush!" Wen Chuchu interrupted Shen Qinglian, "God chose me, I chose you, don't say any more!"

"You found the wrong..."

"No!" Of course Wen Chuchu would not give Shen Qinglian a chance to refuse, "You are the most suitable candidate in my heart!"

"I…"

"You, you, you, don't talk!" Wen Chuchu knew that the boss would do everything possible to reject her proposal, "Even if you say you are a female devil now, I won't believe it!"

"You will be punished by heaven, do you know that?" Shen Qing couldn't bear it anymore.

"I don't care!" Someone smirked professionally.

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