Turn the villain into a sweetie

"That's what you said, everything is up to you?" Huai Mo flew with his sword, his face quite ugly.

Yu Bolan was standing tremblingly behind him, on the hilt of the long sword, his hands clasped his waist tightly, and the ball tightly grabbed his shoulders, his body was suspended, as if he was about to fly.

"Master," Yu Bolan twitched the corners of his mouth, his face was not very good-looking, his face was almost buried in Huai Mo's neck, his voice was mixed with the sound of the wind, "Isn't there any protective measures for this flying sword?"

This is the first time he has experienced Yujian flying... It is more exciting than a roller coaster.

Will it really not fall?

With that in mind, he also asked tremblingly.

Huai Mo snorted coldly.

"What do you think?" His voice was still cold, "This is the basic skill of sword repair."

"Even if it falls, no one cares."

Huai Mo added another sentence softly.

The sound was so small that it was almost drowned in the wind.

But Yu Bolan still heard it.

He lowered his eyes and suddenly realized how close he and Huai Mo are now.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in my heart.

There it was again... that nasty feeling.

"Master," he said, "can you tell me how you became a swordsman?"

He suddenly wanted to know about Huai Mo's past.

He wanted to know everything about the poor little bastard.

"What does it have to do with you?" Huai Mo's tone was very flat, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

It is true.

The wind lifted Huai Mo's hair and scattered it on Yu Bolan's face, bringing a burst of fragrance and calming Yu Bolan's inexplicable irritability.

Forget it... I can't rush.

Just when the years were quiet on their side, Yuan Liqi's shouts suddenly came from the other side.

"Hey, what about this guy?"

Yu Bolan turned his head and saw Yuan Liqi standing on his flying magic boat, pointing in one direction.

Looking in the direction of his fingers, Ya Lin spread out a pair of huge black wings, and at some point, silently followed behind them.

"Master," Yu Bolan withdrew his gaze, turned around and said softly, "Yu Lin has followed."

"Don't worry about her," Huai Mo said in a bad tone, "If she dares to make trouble, I'll be the first to kill him."

In the words, several people have reached the top of Duan's mansion.

"Brother Huai, what should we do next?" Yuan Liqi approached with excitement, "Sneak in secretly, or..."

Before the words fell, Yu Bolan felt a strong air current, Yuan Liqi couldn't hear what he said, and he subconsciously hugged Huai Mo's waist.

When he came back to his senses, he had landed firmly on the ground, surrounded by large pieces of broken walls, black flames lingering around, it was the same scene as Yuan Xizong back then.

"How long do you want to hug?" Huai Mo's voice suddenly came.

Yu Bolan was startled, and lowered his head, only to see that his arms were tightly hugging Huai Mo's slender waist. Only then did he realize how ambiguous his current actions were, his old face blushed, and he quickly let go of his hands and stepped back. Two steps: "I'm sorry."

Huai Mo ignored him, but fixed his eyes on the front where the smoke was still not exhausted.

"Cough cough," Yuan Liqi fell to the ground in some embarrassment, got up, first adjusted his white clothes, and then looked around, "Brother Huai, where did you fall... here is... The central courtyard of the Duan family?"

While speaking, Ya Lin also fluttered his wings and landed.

The central compound... As soon as it came up, it went straight to other people's lair.

It is indeed Huai Mo's style.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps ahead, Yu Bolan was startled, subconsciously reached out for the gun, and put his finger on the trigger.

"I knew it," said a middle-of-the-road voice, "Second, is that you?"

When the smoke dissipated, the face of the visitor was gradually revealed. It was a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, and behind him was followed by a charming and charming lady.

The Patriarch of the Duan family is also Huai Mo's father, Duan Feiyu. As for that woman, she should be his wife. She is from the same sect as the protagonist in the original text, the late autumn of Xuantianzong.

In the original text, late autumn and Duan Feiyu are a couple of gods and celestial beings, singing in harmony, loving each other.

Oh, the zither and the harp.

Yu Bolan scoffed at this.

How does Huai Mo's mother explain it?

Yu Bolan glanced at Huai Mo, and seeing that his expression didn't change, he was a little relieved.

"It's rare to go home, and it's so careless." Wan Qiupin Tingting took a step forward, "I don't know where to go, we are very worried about you, yo, and brought guests back."

"Yuan Liqi," Duan Feiyu recognized him at a glance, squinted his eyes, "Second, what a mess, what are you doing with this kind of bastard? Why don't you learn more from your elder brother..."

"Stop pretending," Huai Mo said suddenly, interrupting the duo play between the two, his voice seemed to be mixed with ice, "Don't you guys know what I'm doing when I come back?"

As he spoke, he raised his sword.

Duan Feiyu's expression changed: "Second brother, I know you have resentment for what happened back then, but it's your brother after all, you should be considerate, if something happens to him... Can you make Wan Niang live?" gone?"

"You have always been very sensible." Wan Qiu also wiped the corners of his eyes, "We are all a family, there is nothing to talk about, I don't know why you suddenly...did such a thing back then... For your brother, for me, can't you bear it any longer? Momo."

Huai Mo closed his eyes slightly.

"Fart!" Yu Bolan couldn't take it any longer, and started talking straight away, "You two are so old, what are you pretending to be here? Huan Momo, you don't think it's disgusting, I'm going to embarrass you, right here For a long time, don’t you just want to save the life of that dog Duan Changzai? Let me tell you, there is no door.”

Wan Qiu's complexion changed, and then he returned to that miserable look: "Who are you... You will not understand our family affairs if you intervene, you will not understand the painstaking efforts of a mother."

Oh, painstaking?

Everything that Huaimo experienced back then was carried out under the single-handed planning of Mrs. Duan, and the rest of the Duan family also acquiesced in her actions.

The so-called painstaking effort is to find a way to torture Huai Mo?

Yu Bolan just felt that he hadn't been this angry for a long time. He felt his chest was burning and his head was cloudy, so he directly raised his gun at Wanqiu.

But was stopped by Huai Mo's long sword.

Facing Shang Huai Mo's eyes without sadness or joy, Yu Bolan's mind cleared up instantly.

He forced a smile at Huai Mo: "Sorry, I lost my temper."

While speaking, he took half a step back and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

Something is wrong with him again.

Why suddenly, so impatient.

In the last days, even in the face of the backstabbing and betrayal of his best friend, he has never lost his composure like this.

He has been losing control of his emotions recently.

Maybe, he should take a good look at the reason why he became like this.

"One question." Huai Mo looked at the two people in front of him with a gloomy expression, "Why did you marry my mother in the first place?"

Duan Feiyu frowned: "Why is this problem again, haven't I already said it, it was just an accident."

He paused, and then said: "Also, that person just now was your servant? He should be punished for his disrespectful words..."

Before the words were finished, a sword qi flew across Duan Feiyu's side, splitting the house behind him in half.

"Then, maybe that's the case?" Huai Mo still maintained his sword-raised posture, "In order to cure Duan Changzai's fetal poison, and to have a child as his blood child, you just married my mother at will, and waited for her to give birth. After killing me, she has already lost its use value, so you just get rid of her."

"Oh my god, what are you talking about?" Wan Qiu covered her mouth, "How can you think like this, Mo Mo? It's impossible for us to do such a thing no matter what."

"Qiu Niang is kind by nature," Duan Feiyu scolded, "Stop talking nonsense here!"

"I'm just stating a fact," Huai Mo paused, "Then, that's it, goodbye."

As he spoke, he raised his sword high, gathered his strength, and slashed at the two of them fiercely.

"presumptuous!"

A wave of air gushed out, directly blocking Huai Mo's attack.

"Rakshas, ​​catch him!" An old man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You really came," Huai Mo stepped forward, "Duan Chunzi."

The Raksha Army is the Duan family's unique secret guard group, and its combat power is said to be comparable to a large sect.

As soon as the words fell, many men in black poured out from all directions, heading straight for Huaimo.

Yu Bolan made a move.

He pulled the trigger, injected spiritual power, and fired two bullets neatly, forcing back a group of men in black, and said to Huai Mo: "I'll come with these people, you concentrate on dealing with Duan Chunzi."

Huai Mo didn't turn around, but nodded slightly.

Ya Lin also made a move, and the black feathers fell gently, taking the lives of several men in black.

"I'm leaving." Seeing this, Yuan Liqi suddenly jumped up, wanting to run outside, "The place is already here, so I should go find my things."

When Yu Bolan looked over, he had disappeared.

Yu Bolan ignored him, turned around, and focused on dealing with the enemy.

Yuan Liqi and them were not in the same way.

Relying on the fighting instinct he had developed in the last days, he used his spiritual power to protect his body, deftly dodged several attacks, then turned around, swung his arms, and finished off the rushing people with two shots.

It's done in one go, and it's easy to talk about.

A trace of boredom flickered across his eyes.

He still hates fighting.

He has always positioned himself as a "businessman" rather than a fighter.

He still enjoys the process of wealth accumulation more.

After a few ups and downs, he eliminated most of the enemies in a short while, and then turned his gaze to Huai Mo's side. Duan Feiyu and Wan Qiu fell early, leaving only Huai Mo and Duan Chunzi fighting in the air, swords and swords.

Yu Bolan raised and lowered his gun, and after quickly finishing off the last few enemies, he was about to step forward to help.

Suddenly, something was wrong.

His body seemed to lose strength suddenly, he couldn't lift up his body, and he felt dizzy.It took him a lot of effort to stabilize his figure.

Huai Mo and Duan Chunzi were obviously also affected. The two of them struggled for a while, and suddenly fell straight from the sky.

Right, that's it.

Yu Bolan suddenly thought of something.

This feeling... This is the spirit lock array!

While thinking, he suddenly saw a black shadow flashing by from the corner of his eye.

His expression changed, without thinking too much, he suddenly strode forward and protected Huai Mo the moment he landed on the ground.

A silver-gray spear pierced his chest.

Bleeding.

The author says:

Don't worry, it's okay, I won't die. (doge)