The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

When night fell, Yan Cangming found a random inn to stay.

With the soul-focusing lamp in his hand, he couldn't bear to let it go for a moment, his palms were sweating, and he wiped it with his sleeve in embarrassment, completely forgetting the injuries all over his body.

Yan Cangming was lying on the reclining chair, holding the Soul Gathering Lamp in his arms, and a small wooden figure in his hand. The smile on his face never let go, and his eyes fell on the bright moonlight outside the window: "Master, from now on, we will be a family of three. Never separate again, okay?"

As always, the silence was eerie.

Only the Soul Gathering Lamp was shining with a soft halo, Yan Cangming looked at it with infatuated eyes, and a warm current flowed quietly in his heart.

suddenly……

A few jumping small characters appeared in front of my eyes, which said "treat the wound".

Yan Cangming was stunned for a while, then couldn't help but bend his lips, he had already forgotten that he was still injured.

Putting down the Soul Gathering Lamp and the little wooden man, Yan Cangming got up, closed the window, then walked to the bed and sat down cross-legged.

The gathering soul lamp and the little wooden man lay quietly at his feet.

Whether it is a god or a demon.

You can use spells to heal your wounds, it all depends on your ability and willingness.

Yan Cangming meditated quietly all night, but he didn't know that the white light on the soul gathering lamp also flickered all night, and a phantom also sat beside him, looking for his breath, and accompanied him all night.

After leaving the underworld, he has no body and his soul is incomplete, so he can't see Yan Cangming's appearance at this time, so he can only miss it with his memory.

When leaving the underworld, Xunli also knew how Yan Cangming broke into the [-]th floor of hell.

The majestic lord of the demon world is willing to do this for him.

What virtue and ability is he, and how lucky is he?

They both wanted the best for each other, but they never thought about it, and they were all bruised and bruised.

God, it gradually became clear.

Xunli can only return to the soul-gathering lamp again, the road ahead is difficult, and it will take a long time to find him.What's more, Xun Li doesn't know how he will survive in the world after his soul is gone.

Every soul will be like him, remember Yan Cangming?

Xun Xin felt faintly worried.

The first thing Yan Cangming did when he opened his eyes was to put the little wooden figurine in his pocket, and picked up the soul-focusing lamp. After careful observation, he laughed silly: "Master, am I obedient?"

The Soul Gathering Lamp flickered twice again, which meant that Xun Li heard it.

Yan Cangming was beaming with joy.

Not wanting to delay, now that he has repaired his injuries, he now wants to find Xunli's soul.

The first stop is the southern border capital city.

He is now at the border between the north and the south, going to the southern border, looking for them along the way. At that time, they also saved the people along the way, and he didn't want to let go of anyone related to Xunli.

Along the way, Yan Cangming babbled all the way, as if he couldn't stop talking.Talking about the current people's sentiments, and talking about Xunli's favorite food, did you mention An'an, and also talk about the future.

The Soul Gathering Lamp was always on with a faint light, listening quietly.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers, walking through every inch of land, I have seen peach blossoms blooming in the spring breeze, slim white lotus in summer, burning maple leaves in autumn, and red plums blooming in the cold wind in winter.

Xunli is invisible to the eyes, so Yan Cangming described it to him. Occasionally, when he saw a beautiful scenery, he would stop, take out a pen and ink from his storage bag, draw and record it.

He threatened that he would show Master to see it in the future.

For a whole year, after searching along the way for a year, there was still no trace.

In the distance, Yuehua and Magic Blade also sent news from time to time, but none of them were good.

After a long time, Yan Cangming's eyes turned red from time to time, drinking wine, and then sobbing sadly in a slightly drunken way.

Xunli is often unable to do what he wants, he can find it, but he must be close enough to the soul to feel it.

……

An An would write letters from time to time, asking the cranes raised by Emperor Jue Xianzong to send them over.

Yan Cangming would often lean against the window and read to Xunli with gentle eyes. It was nothing more than getting the first place in today's classwork. He also learned a lot of delicious food from the chefs in Xianzongli. They can try it when they go back. It's here... And I miss my dad again today... The brothers and sisters treat An An well and so on.

It was all trivial matters, but Yan Cangming took the trouble, picked up a pen, and answered word by word.

In recent years, An An's writing has become more and more similar to Xunli's. Yan Cangming would often hold the letters written by An An and would be in a daze for a while.

He obviously raised An An, so why does it seem like he raised a new master?

After answering the letter and searching a city, Yan Cangming would put the soul-gathering lamp beside him, take out a knife and wood, and continue to carve the little wooden figure.When you walk through a city, you can carve one.

Each one is lifelike.

In the storage bag, the little wooden figurines are neatly arranged, and you can't see the end at a glance.

After carving, he won't scratch his wrist again, but carefully hides it. On the second day, he will take the soul lamp and the little wooden man on the road.

Travel to the capital city of southern Xinjiang.

Before Yan Cangming walked in, the soul-gathering lamp shook slightly, not only the soul-gathering lamp, but also his chest violently.

His pupils widened suddenly, and Yan Cangming hurriedly ran into the city gate. Looking around, there was a lot of voices, and the crowd was endless. Even if Yan Cangming used the spell, he couldn't see any souls appearing.

At this moment, the soul-gathering lamp suddenly broke free from Xunli's arms and flew towards the distance.

The soul-focusing lamp is a sacred object, and it cannot be seen with the naked eye, so Yan Cangming was not worried that it would cause panic, so he just ran over quickly.

Walking to a secluded courtyard, the soul-gathering lamp stopped, Yan Cangming looked up, but his whole body was shocked, a little unbelievable: "This is..."

I saw a man next to a well, although he was not dressed in white, but in coarse linen, but Yan Cangming recognized his temperament at a glance.

The vibrating frequency in his heart told him that this mortal who was bending over to fetch water was indeed his pillow, Xun Li.

But why is it an entity?

Yan Cangming was a little uneasy, and was about to step forward, but a young girl ran up from a distance: "Brother Zishu, brother Zishu..."

Yan Cangming carefully observed the expression of this "Brother Zishu", this face was just like Xunli.

Even coarse linen clothes can't hide the appearance of heaven and man.

And this girl, with a pure appearance and a charming figure, is also a rare beauty.

Yan Cangming saw that Zishu was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, looking very happy.

The girl jumped in front of Zhong Zishu, Zhong Zishu put down the bucket, wiped his hands, then reached out and tapped the girl's forehead, and said with a smile, "Yan'er is so naughty, what can I do with brother Zishu?"

Jiang Yan smiled, reached out and hugged Zhong Zishu, and buried her head in his heart.

Zhong Zishu blushed, opened his hands, dodged his eyes, and began to stutter: "Yan... Yan'er, no... not right..."