Turn the villain into a sweetie

"Master, what's the matter?" Yu Bolan was startled and quickly stepped forward, pulled him aside, and showed him the storage bag in his hand, "Am I all right? Here, I have earned a lot of spirit stones .”

Huai Mo's face was still ugly, he bowed his head and said nothing, he dragged the dumpling off his shoulder, and threw it to Yu Bolan to catch it in a hurry, the dumpling's little claw hooked, and climbed up to his shoulder, lying down firmly with.

Yu Bolan turned his head and patted Tuanzi's head: "You are quite skilled."

When he turned his head, he found that Huai Mo had walked a certain distance without looking back.

He thought about it for a while, and slightly raised an unbelievable guess.

"Master," he hurried up, side by side with Huai Mo, and smiled at him, "What? Are you worried about me?"

Huai Mo snorted coldly and didn't look at him: "Pretending to be sentimental."

That's it.

An unknown joy flashed across Yu Bolan's heart, which made him laugh involuntarily.

"What are you smirking at?" Huai Mo glanced at him with a disgusted tone.

Yu Bolan coughed twice, restrained her smile, and put on a serious look: "Master, something seems to have happened to the Duan family."

"I know," Huai Mo's tone returned to his indifference, "I heard on the way that Yuan Liqi did it."

After all, his eyes darkened slightly.

"Totally stupid!"

Yu Bolan looked at him: "Stupid? Is it because he is hitting a rock with a pebble?"

"More than that," Huai Mo shook his head, "If he makes such a fuss, he will wake up that old guy who is still in retreat."

"Old stuff?" Yu Bolan paused, "Duan Chunzi?"

Huai Mo turned his head abruptly, and said sharply, "How do you know?"

oops.

It was only after Yu Bolan realized that he seemed to have slipped up.

He is a small person, he shouldn't know this kind of thing.

"I... was in Yuan Xizong before, and I heard it from them," he hurriedly remedied, "then... I remembered it."

Huai Mo stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked ahead: "Yes, it's him."

Yu Bolan's eyes darkened.

Duan Chunzi is what Yu Bolan is most worried about now.

After all, the ancestor of the Duan family, in the late stage of the original text, faced the protagonist of the magic costume, and made the protagonist suffer a lot.

For them now, it feels like a novice stumbled into the final big boss by mistake, and started the hell dungeon at the beginning.

"What?" Huai Mo said suddenly, "Are you afraid?"

"That's not true," Yu Bolan smiled at him, suddenly curious, "Then, master, how sure are you of Duan Chunzi?"

After all, Huai Mo is the villain throughout the original text.

"Sixty percent."

Yu Bolan was startled: "So the master is so powerful? Then what are we afraid of..."

Before he finished speaking, Huai Mo was staring at him with complicated eyes.

"The [-]% I said was in my heyday," Huai Mo said quietly, and put his plain hand on the sword at his waist, "Now with this scrap iron sword, I can't even grasp it [-]% of the time." No."

The sword is the source of strength for a sword cultivator. No matter how high a sword cultivator is, if he can't keep up with a sword, everything is useless.

Yu Bolan: guilty conscience.jpg;

"But I still want revenge, even if I risk my life," Huai Mo said to himself, "This is the meaning of my life."

Yu Bolan didn't like to hear it anymore.

"Master, if you say that again, I won't take you to find Mao Mijian," Yu Bolan sighed, "Since you only want revenge, then what are you planning if you don't have a sword?"

Huai Mo's complexion changed, and his tone became serious: "What did you say?"

"Then live well, don't say whether you are desperate or not," Yu Bolan looked at him, "Look, don't you have to save your life to find the Excalibur? Isn't there something to look forward to?"

"As for revenge," Yu Bolan continued, "revenge must be taken, but life is also very important."

Huai Mo lowered his head and stopped talking, the long eyelashes under the mask fluttered like a small fan.

Tuanzi lay on Yu Bolan's shoulder, as if about to fall asleep, Yu Bolan patted him and looked at Huai Mo.

"I didn't even think about risking my life," Huai Mo said after a long time, with a hint of explanation, "If I really thought that way, I would have gone straight to Duan's house like Yuan Liqi."

There was even an imperceptible trace of grievance in that tone.

"No one would want me to live," Huai Mo continued, his voice was very soft, "I'm used to it."

Yu Bolan lowered his head, looked at the little hair on the young man's head in front of him, pursed his lips, and rubbed his head involuntarily.

Huai Mo suddenly raised his head, staring at him: "What are you doing?"

"Okay, don't be sad." Yu Bolan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

He lowered his eyes, reached into his waist pocket, touched the storage bag full of spirit stones, roughly estimated the weight, and then, a sword that was exactly the same as the Riveting Sword appeared in his hand.

"You..." Huai Mo was immediately distracted, staring at the sword in his hand, "What are you doing?"

"Here, I converted the sword with half of the spirit stone." Yu Bolan raised the corner of his mouth and handed the sword over, "Throw away the scrap metal from before."

Huai Mo was stunned, and said, "I... I don't mean to dislike that sword."

"It doesn't matter," Yu Bolan shrugged, "Put it away quickly, isn't that sword with 20 spirit stones just scrap iron? It was originally intended to be used by you first."

Huai Mo lowered his head, then stretched out his hand, took the sword, then snapped his fingers, and the sword at his waist burned.

He tried to draw the new sword, to get a feel for it.

The quality is good, it can be regarded as a high-level spiritual weapon.

[Di--It is detected that the favorite value has risen to: 9. 】

[Blackening value decreased to: 60]

Has the blackening value dropped so much?

Yu Bolan was overjoyed.

"Master, tell me..." Yu Bolan murmured, "How many spirit stones would a sword like the Riveting Sword be worth?"

Huai Mo was instantly alert: "Don't even think about it!"

"Let me ask," Yu Bolan was amused by him, "Where do you want to go?"

Huai Mo was silent for a while, put away his sword, and looked up at him: "Thank you for your sword, what reward do you want?"

"Aren't I your servant?" Yu Bolan raised his eyebrows with a hint of teasing, "Why are you suddenly so polite?"

"One yard is one yard," Huai Mo's voice was cold, "I still have to thank you, what do you want? Tell me."

Even if it is to untie the Gu worm in his body...

Huai Mo thought to himself.

He admitted that, at this moment, his heart softened.

"Oh, that's it," Yu Bolan's tone rose slightly, he bent down, approached Huai Mo, and looked at him, "Then, I want the master to smile at me, okay?"

Having been with Huai Mo for so long, he hasn't seen Huai Mo smile yet.

Huai Mo froze.

"Waiting to go back..." he said slowly, "I, I'm wearing a mask now."

"Okay," Yu Bolan still smiled, "I'll wait."

A topic ended, and silence returned between the two of them.

The two walked side by side in silence, as usual.

But Yu Bolan could feel that something had changed.

In a good mood, he took the dumpling off his shoulders, hugged it in his arms, and rua madly.

The tuanzi was a little dazed with his disheveled hair, but now that he was outside, he didn't dare to speak, so he could only suffer silently, feeling wronged.

Yu Bolan mumbled for a while, then suddenly remembered something, took out a spirit stone, held it in his palm, transformed the spirit stone into a small bamboo with joints, and held it in his hand.He put the extra bamboo into the storage bag, leaving only one, and he handed the bamboo to Tuanzi's mouth.

Although Tuanzi is a mythical beast, it has the appearance of a panda anyway, so it probably loves to eat bamboo.

Tuanzi had been with him for so long, but he didn't get any sweetness.

Tuanzi first sniffed it with his small nose, hesitant to look at the stick-shaped object, but he dared not speak, hesitated for a moment, and took a small bite.

Immediately his eyes lit up.

good to eat!

Having tasted the sweetness, he quickly grabbed the bamboo with his small claws, and Yu Bolan let go of it, and followed it.

"Eat slowly," Yu Bolan coaxed him, "There are still a lot here."

But the dumpling who was obsessed with cooking didn't listen to what he said at all, and ate hard.

Huai Mo at the side had a panoramic view of all this.

"It's useless," Huai Mo said suddenly. "This kind of food without spiritual power is of no benefit to it. It's better to eat spiritual stones."

"I know," Yu Bolan smiled at him, "However, eating is just for fun. Whether you want to cultivate or not is another matter."

"Stupid," Huai Mo said in a disgusted tone, "this kind of behavior is meaningless."

Ah this.

"Master," Yu Bolan said helplessly, "Aside from practicing, don't you usually think about other things?"

"And revenge."

"What about the entertainment?" Yu Bolan asked persistently.

"I said it," Huai Mo paused slightly, "it's meaningless."

Yu Bolan didn't speak, but gradually an idea came to his mind.

So, he grabbed another spirit stone and held it in the palm of his hand. After a while, it was transformed into a bag of his favorite... x dragon spicy sticks.

He quickly tore open the packaging bag, and when Huai Mo was not paying attention, he directly handed the spicy stick to Huai Mo's mouth: "Come on, master, open your mouth."

The mask of the Huai ink bag has a slit at the mouth.

Huai Mo: Like a ghost, Huai Mo opened his mouth slightly, like a dumpling, tried to take a bite of the spicy strips, and then... took another bite.

Seeing this, Yu Bolan withdrew his hand contentedly, and tentatively passed the bag over.

Huai Mo took it as expected.

"Is it delicious?" he asked.

"good to eat."

Sure enough, there is no one who does not love X-Dragon.

"So, look, master," Yu Bolan struck while the iron was hot, "This is the meaning of food."

Huai Mo took another spicy stick, snorted coldly, and didn't respond to him.

[Di——The detected blackening value has dropped to: 59. 】

It can even reduce the blackening value.

Hearing the broadcast, Huai Mo added another sentence in his heart.

Looking at the dumpling and Huai Mo who were eating non-stop beside him, Yu Bolan felt in a good mood.

The two walked downstairs to the inn.

Yu Bolan took a step ahead, but was suddenly stopped by Huai Mo.

"Wait," Huai Mo stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Yu Bolan's neck, "What is this?"

He had been walking in front of Yu Bolan before, and he didn't notice it.

"What?" Huai Mo was taken aback.

"Black, with feather patterns," Huai Mo's voice was deep and cold, "You probably didn't have it before."

Yu Bolan stretched out his hand and stroked the back of his neck, only to feel that some places were faintly hot.

But he didn't feel any pain at all.

He suddenly recalled those faint feathers that he hadn't noticed during the battle with Raven.

"Yu Lin," Yu Bolan gritted his teeth, "What exactly is she trying to do?"

The author says:

I also want to eat x Long Latiao (crying);

a small transitional chapter