The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

The voice of the main system suddenly appeared in my mind, and finally emphasized a sentence:

[As a villain, please ensure the safety of the protagonist. 】

Ji Qinglin's terrifying sword energy was about to strike, and upon hearing that, he took it back abruptly.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his throat.

Damn it, this system is really good at timing.

Suddenly, Si Ruochen opened his eyes, looked at the scarlet gnaw, and cried out in pain:

"Master!"

Why?Why would you hurt yourself so much for him?

Ji Qinglin wiped the blood on his lips casually, pointed his long sword at the anxious Si Ruochen on the ground, lowered his eyes and said coldly:

"Kneel there and don't move!"

Si Ruochen pursed his lips and knelt obediently.

Ji Qing stared at him before death, poked the sweet text system pretending to be dead in the sea of ​​consciousness, and sneered:

[Do you need to explain to me? 】

The system weakly said: [From cannon fodder to villain, you have earned the host. 】

Ji Qinglin laughed angrily.

But it won't help now to pursue the negligence of this stupid system.

He said tiredly, 【I remember that the hatred of the original owner is full, right? I was almost beaten to death by groups of enemies just after passing through. In this way, it shouldn’t take long for me to leave this world, right? 】

The system suddenly fell silent.

Ji Qinglin felt that there might be nothing good.

The system smiled wryly, and said aggrievedly [I took a look just now, the world's hatred is full, but... the protagonist's hatred has suddenly decreased...]

The world hatred value and the protagonist's hatred value must be maxed out at the same time to leave.

The corner of Ji Qinglin's mouth twitched [How much? 80? 70? 60? ... It's not like there are only 30! 】

The system silently played a duck egg and played dead.

0!

The blood that had been stuck in Ji Qinglin's throat suddenly spewed out with anger, and his face became extremely ugly.

His lips trembled uncontrollably.

It must be because of the influence of the sweet text system that the protagonist's hatred towards him has changed.

The rubbish system always drags him down!

In a moment of fright, he was careless and fell straight off the horse.

Si Ruochen's pupils shrank sharply, and he flew to catch him almost immediately, hugged him carefully, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his clean cuffs, his eyes were so tender that water was pouring out, and his voice was crying:

"Master, why are you doing this? If you want to beat or scold, you can just vent your anger on the apprentice, and I just ask you not to hurt yourself again."

Hearing this, Ji Qinglin spat out another mouthful of blood.

Please stop mad at me.

Finally resigned to his fate, Ji Qinglin adjusted his inner breath, pushed Si Ruochen away, and stood up staggeringly.

Use the only internal force to turn into a long whip that has been solidified, and slam it on the ground, the strength can be imagined.

The sweet text system exclaimed [Host, what are you doing? ! 】

[Isn't this obvious?Brush hatred value! 】 Ji Qinglin flicked his long whip, and replied coldly.

Picking up Si Ruochen's chin with a whip, squinting down at him:

"Do you think you dare not fight as a teacher? Since you dare to say this, stand up obediently, and it's best not to move a step!"

Seeing this, Si Ruochen swallowed his saliva, and stood there without saying a word, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Ji Qinglin's eyes dimmed.

well.

The wind broke.

--Snapped

The whip went down with all its strength, and the skin was ripped apart, and the red clothes were torn, revealing a bloodstain on the young man's white as jade chest.

Many people couldn't take their eyes off this meandering scene, and even licked their dry lips.

Ji Qinglin frowned, and reprimanded coldly: "Turn around!"

All his subordinates turned around, and Ji Qinglin suddenly said to Si Ruochen:

"After seducing the teacher, who do you want to seduce next?"

As soon as the voice fell, another whip fell fiercely.

Si Ruochen snorted, gritted his teeth, and felt a sudden pain in his heart.

The phrase "one who is a teacher" filled him with resentment.

Could it be that Master is so angry because he killed Chu Yuan?But Chu Yuan is obviously not worthy!

Ji Qinglin's eyes lit up when he saw that the hatred value had actually increased a little.

The fourth whip and the fifth whip fell impatiently, sweeping towards people continuously, and the places they passed were shocking.

He wasn't the original owner, and he didn't have that soft-hearted affection for the person in front of him. The original owner's ending was a lesson for him.

He just wants to torture the protagonist and get his hatred back.

Then leave this world.

Whip after whip, the protagonist's hatred never increased.

Ji Qinglin's heart became more irritable, and his attacks became more vicious.

Until the system finally overcomes the fear and comes out to remind him, [Host... If you continue to fight, we will have no protagonist. 】

Ji Qinglin finally stopped.

Si Ruochen, who was beaten to the last breath, was able to stand on the ground, all because of his master's words "Stand still, don't move".

The red clothes were soaked in blood and had turned dark red, and they were tightly attached to the wound. Just the slight movement of the chest rising and falling was as painful as a knife.

Si Ruochen still had a smile on his lips.

"Master..."

After all, Master is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and he is not willing to take his life. He is the person Master loves most.

Chu Yuan is nothing, he is nothing!

Ji Qinglin got on his horse, didn't look at the person behind him again, and only left a cold sentence:

"How did you walk here step by step today, you will walk back step by step. Before sunset, if I don't wait for you in the mansion, the Prince Regent's Mansion, you will never have to go back."

As soon as the voice fell, he rode away in a hurry, followed by many men in black.

"Yes, the disciple obeys."

Si Ruochen stared at the man's back obsessively, without any resentment.