The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

The cool wind swept across the ground, flapping the door of the restaurant back and forth, and the slight whistling sound of the wind could be heard from time to time.

At night, the flow of people around gradually increased.

The Qiuxiang Courtyard next door is full of dim lights and a bustling and prosperous world full of luxury and luxury.

In contrast, the restaurant where Feng Chiling and others were located seemed even more deserted.

Originally, the business was not very good, and with the addition of a drunken Shangguan Yun, many ordinary people who wanted to visit the business were scared away.

The owner of the restaurant stepped forward to dissuade him, but was sent away by Feng Chiling with a few taels of silver.

To his surprise, the result of the matter turned out to be completely reversed.

After everyone drank a jar of wine, Jing Wuyou not only didn't blush, but also sat on the stool like a normal person, with his hands tied and about to kick over the table. Said: "I am really convinced!"

It was said earlier that drinking ten altars would be fine, but now that one altar is enough to go crazy, when will the second senior brother save people some time!

Seeing that Shangguan Yun's drinking madness was getting worse and worse, his arms were tied and he was still struggling endlessly, and he kicked over the table and chairs beside him.

With a "bang bang", Jing Wuyou's facial muscles twitched slightly, staring at the table and chair that had been kicked over, and said coldly: "Brother, can I knock him out?"

After a while, there was no response.

Jing Wuyou looked around in a blink of an eye, and asked doubtfully, "Eldest senior brother?"

Feng Chiling lay on the table with her arms resting on her chin, her hair slightly disheveled, facing the empty wine jar, and gave a soft "hmm".

The word "um" was said lazily and blurred by him, with a little hoarseness and imperceptible panting, a bit like it was made in a state of not waking up.

Jing Wuyou stared at him suspiciously, and then calmly dropped a knife on the back of Shangguan Yun's neck, whose legs were kicking wildly.

After casually throwing the fainted Shangguan Yun on the stool beside him, Jing Wuyou quietly moved a little closer to Feng Chiling's side, and his cheeks moved a little closer, and said softly, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Chiling lay motionless on the table, as if she didn't hear it.

Jing Wuyou didn't get a response, so he moved closer, his voice became softer and softer: "Senior brother?"

He stared at the profile of the person beside him meticulously, shouted over and over again, and slowly approached step by step without getting an answer.

The warm light hit his handsome and impeccable face, and the deep facial features with a bit of evil spirit were dyed with a touch of softness, like warm jade.

The slender eyelashes fluttered faintly, and the pair of jet-black eyes under the eyelashes seemed to have ripples.

Jing Wuyou slowed down his breathing, stopped when the tip of his nose was about to touch the slightly reddish white earlobe of the other party, gradually parted his lips, and called out in a tone of voice: "Brother...are you asleep?"

When he asked this sentence, he was smiling. He thought that the other party would not respond to him, but he didn't expect a hand to strike and hook him around his neck.

Jing Wuyou's neck was strangled by Feng Chiling's arms, her head instantly shifted downwards, and her side face was directly pressed against the opponent's chest.

There was a fast and rapid heartbeat in my ears, and the body that was supposed to be cold was somehow warm at this moment.

In response, he slightly widened his eyes.

After a while, Jing Wuyou wanted to leave under his arms, but the other party sensed his intention and pressed down firmly.

Now, Jing Wuyou hastily covered his eyes with his hands, the corners of his mouth rose and drooped, he didn't know if he was crying or laughing: "So senior brother didn't fall asleep, that... Senior brother, don't you feel that your body temperature is different from usual? "

"What is the difference?"

The breath is stable and the tone is normal.

...not drunk?

Jing Wuyou is now tightly bound by him, unable to move, and he is embarrassed to struggle to break free, so he can only raise his eyes a little, and what catches his eyes is the mask facing him directly.

Feng Chiling looked down at him and said, "Tell me who you are, and I'll let you touch."

Jing Wuyou was taken aback for a moment.

There is an inexplicably warm and sweet ambiguity in the cold air, and the mellow fragrance that has not dissipated is still persistently floating in the air.

The warm light pierced the eyelids, making it particularly uncomfortable. Shangguan Yun, who fell on the stool, smacked his mouth a few times, and turned over unconsciously.

Immediately, his limbs were off the ground, and he fell to the ground with a "plop", then shrugged his shoulders a few times without awakening, scratched his back with his hands, and continued to sleep.

The corners of Jing Wuyou's mouth froze, as if he didn't quite believe his ears, he said in a daze, "Brother, do you know what you're talking about?"

Feng Chiling said in a soft voice: "Don't you just want to touch and hug me?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of Jing Wuyou's neck, pressed his shoulders, leaned against him, and hugged him tightly, his voice was so gentle that he said, "As long as you tell me who you are, I will hug you like this every day." How are you?"

At that moment, Jing Wuyou coaxed in his ears, as if being pricked by a sharp needle, from the scalp to the soles of the feet, his whole body was numb.

The fierce heartbeat in his chest was about to come out, and he murmured in a slightly chaotic breath: "Senior brother... I am Wuyou."

Feng Chiling's arms froze slightly, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "You are not."

"..." Jing Wuyou shuddered, his brows gradually furrowed, and he asked in doubt, "Senior brother?"

Feng Chiling didn't respond.

Jing Wuyou pondered for a while, raised his eyes tentatively and said, "Shangguan Yun?"

Feng Chiling sneered and said, "You are not."

Jing Wuyou said again: "Luo Xiao."

Feng Chiling said: "No."

Jing Wuyou said: "Shen Yeqing, Jing Siyuan."

Feng Chiling shook her head and said, "None."

The wind stopped blowing, and the door of the restaurant no longer shook.

Jing Wuyou gritted his teeth, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Feng Chiling?"

As soon as the name came out, Feng Chiling straightened up immediately, and pushed Jing Wuyou away by a certain distance, but the hands on his shoulders did not leave, but clenched tightly, so hard that her five fingers seemed to be sinking into it.

Jing Wuyou suddenly frowned, and after a "hiss", he pulled off the hand on his shoulder, held it firmly, and called out loudly: "Eldest brother!?"

Feng Chiling seemed to be frightened by his actions, she hurriedly withdrew her hands, moved her body to the side little by little, then raised her feet, hugged her knees and curled up.

Jing Wuyou: "..."

Is this really Big Brother?

Where did the usual arrogant attitude go?

...And why did he react like that when I called my senior brother by his name?

Jing Wuyou cautiously approached him, and he timidly backed away.

When he hid until his butt was off the ground and was about to fall, Jing Wuyou hurriedly grabbed Feng Chiling's arm.This time, it was he who took the initiative and hugged the other party again.

Feng Chiling, who was hugged in her arms, twisted her body, as if she was struggling, but she didn't use any spiritual power.

The little junior brother who saw all this in his eyes immediately patted him on the back in a symbolic way, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, senior brother. I will be by your side."

Feng Chiling muffled: "He is a wicked person."

Jing Wuyou paused, lowered his eyes and said, "Who?"

"Feng Chiling."

"He is a villain. Relying on Luo Xiao's trust in him, he commits crimes everywhere and kills innocent people indiscriminately. For his own selfishness, he seduces people who are useful to him everywhere, uses them, and throws them away after they are used! This kind of disaster must be Death, he must die! Heaven made him die, so he had to die! He—”

"Big Brother!!"

Feng Chiling was stunned suddenly, her body curled up in Jing Wuyou's arms even more.

After a long while, Jing Wuyou noticed that his voice was hoarse.

"sorry."

When he heard these words, Jing Wuyou's breathing stopped, and a heart-wrenching pain suddenly rushed to his heart, the pain was so painful that he was almost out of breath.

He put his face on Feng Chiling's head, took a deep breath, and said softly: "It's okay, senior brother, don't think about it anymore. You are so gentle, how can you be a wicked person?"

"You won't die. It doesn't matter whether it's a human or a god. As long as they dare to touch your finger, I will protect you even if I risk my life."

"Because you pulled me out of the abyss and gave me the hope of living. People like you shouldn't be hurt. So brother, don't say those three words, you haven't sorry anyone—"

Feng Chiling said: "I have."

Jing Wuyou closed his eyes and shook his head, "You didn't."

Feng Chiling said: "I have."

Jing Wuyou firmly said: "You didn't."

"..." Feng Chiling said, "Oh."

Jing Wuyou slowly opened his eyes and called out, "Senior brother?"

Feng Chiling pushed Jing Wuyou away with great effort, sat there in a daze for a moment, scratched her hair indiscriminately, and began to stretch out her hand to pull at the skirt of her clothes.

"I'm so hot."

Jing Wuyou: "..."

A big hole was torn open at the front of the clothes, Jing Wuyou hurriedly stopped Feng Chiling, and said inarticulately: "Brother Da Da, don't...don't take off your clothes!"

It's not that he doesn't want Feng Chiling to do this in front of him, it's just that he doesn't want to take advantage of others.

If he sees something he shouldn't see, he will feel really sorry.

Seeing him stop, Feng Chiling yelled and stood up and cursed: "What's wrong with you!? I'm so hot that you can't see it? And don't touch me, please! I don't like being People touch! Be careful, I will kill you with a sword!"

Jing Wuyou persuaded with a forced smile: "Eldest senior brother, calm down, sit down, and I will fan you."

Feng Chiling put her hands on her skirt, paused slightly, and after a few seconds, she began to unfasten her clothes again.

Jing Wuyou's smile became more and more bitter, he stood up "shua", stepped forward to stop him, and said, "My dear senior brother, it's wrong to take off your clothes casually on this kind of occasion, it will make others look red, Let's go back to the inn and solve it, okay?"

After a long time of stalemate with him, Feng Chiling stopped slowly when the front of his clothes was opened to reveal a section of snow-white skin, and said to him: "It makes sense, let's go back to the inn and take it off."

"..." Jing Wuyou looked at him with a smile, then slowly raised his hand, put up three fingers, made a gesture for the number "three", and asked, "Brother, what is this?"

With her hands on her hips, Feng Chiling slowly moved her face closer to his fingers, raised her hand and slapped his hand, and replied: "Eight."

Well, definitely drunk.

Therefore, Jing Wuyou maintained a smiling expression, bent down calmly, put his arms around Feng Chiling's legs, carried them on his shoulders, turned around and was about to leave, but within a few steps, he was caught The person on the shoulder slammed his back until he coughed up blood.

"What are you doing, bastard, let me down! You are treasonous! You are the next one! See if I go back and deal with you! Copy the Valium mantra a thousand times! Yes! A thousand times! You are not allowed to talk to me until you finish copying it!" !"

"Okay, okay, copy, copy, copy for sure."

Seeing that it was useless, Feng Chiling immediately took out a xun from her bosom, stuck it on the mask, and took a deep breath.

Then a treacherous and earth-shattering tune suddenly appeared, causing Shangguan Yun who fell to the ground to frown, his dream suddenly turned into a nightmare.

The pitch was uneven, worse than sawing the legs of a table. The three wine jars on the table had been shattered, and the whole restaurant seemed to be shaking faintly at this moment.

The waiter in the building was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly plugged his ears and ran out, with a horrified expression on his face, he said, "What's the matter with me!? Where did the devil's voice come from? You...you!?"

Not only was he shocked by the voice, but he was also shocked by the gestures of Jing Wuyou and Feng Chiling.

I only hoped that Jing Wuyou also had a helpless expression hesitating to speak, and after dragging Shangguan Yun's arm, he ran out of the restaurant at the fastest speed.

Then he left a sentence: "Broken wine jars, and overturned tables and chairs, come tomorrow to pay for it!"