You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

Probably because of the principle of harming the millennium, Hua Wenyue was still heaving a sigh of relief when he was escorted to the dungeon of Wan Lingzong.

Qi Zehua stood in front of the wooden bed and looked around. There was really nothing around him that could make him fall to relieve his anger, so he suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth and cursed: "This little bastard is lucky."

While talking, he turned his head and told the disciple guarding the gate: "Go and ask Palace Master Shu to come over."

When Shu Jixue came in carrying the medicine box, Qi Zehua was sitting on the chair brought to him by his younger disciple, leaning on his face and sulking. The rest of the disciples, headed by Lu Qianchuan, stood quietly in a row, not daring to speak loudly.

This female high school hero gave Qi Zehua a supercilious look, and sat down beside the bed.

Lifting Hua Wenyue's sleeves, everyone in the room gasped.

Sun Youlan could not bear it, and turned her head slightly, while Qi Zehua was holding on to the handrail, trying to stand still: "How did this happen?"

Mo Chenyuan took a step forward, and was about to confess what he had thought up on the way, but his elder brother who hadn't said a word along the way took a step ahead of him, and saluted Qi Zehua.

Lu Qianchuan wanted to take this responsibility for Mo Chenyuan.

No matter how cunning Hua Wenyue was, no matter how ashamed he was of the sect, in the final analysis, he was also a younger brother who grew up with Yan Zian and the others. It was one thing to catch someone and bring them back to be punished by senior brothers and sisters, but it was another thing for them to carry out the execution on their own initiative.

Mo Chenyuan's foundation was already unstable, and his performance during this period of time finally made the elders feel a little better about his unruly temperament. If the truth is told, their efforts for more than a month may be in vain.

Although Lu Qianchuan thought about it, he couldn't say it when he got to his lips. He just made a big gift in embarrassment and stood in the middle of the room.

[-], this guy who didn't contribute much in the whole battle, reminded him of OOC now.

Under the restrictions of [-], Lu Qianchuan couldn't say what he had planned, so he could only express his guilt in this silent way.

Qi Zehua and Shu Jixue looked at each other with some understanding in their eyes.

Shu Jixue said: "What are you doing with such a great gift? The bleeding has stopped. Your life is fine. Have you given the medicine?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded.

Qi Zehua waved his hands: "You all go back first, you have worked hard today, you should take a good rest and adjust your breath, rest for two days before practicing."

Shen Qingze patted Mo Chenyuan who took a step forward and remained still for some reason: "Junior brother regained his senses and left."

Mo Chenyuan pursed his lips and took a look at Lu Qianchuan who walked out first, then raised his heels to follow Shen Qingze.

Lu Qianchuan returned to the room and felt tired after some cleaning. He lay down on the bed like a dead body, staring at the top of the bed with his eyes empty.

"What are you thinking?" Wuming asked.

Of course, Lu Qianchuan would not say that he was thinking about how to win over Mo Chenyuan so that he could change his tragic ending silently, rubbed his left brow bone lightly, and said in a low voice: "I didn't think about anything."

There was a hint of curiosity in the nameless voice: "I really didn't think about anything? Didn't I think about Shi Qingxu?"

"What does it have to do with her?" Lu Qianchuan was at a loss.

Wuming stalked for a while, not knowing how to answer the conversation for a while, so he simply shut up in despair.

Since the thing to think about is related to life and death, Lu Qianchuan meditated seriously for a long time, and finally couldn't control his eyelids fighting up and down, and fell asleep maintaining a dead body posture.

He opened his eyes again, the room was pitch black, and the sound of raindrops pattering on the window was very clear.

He took out a charm and ignited it, then ignited the candlestick, and said to himself: "Is it raining?"

Wuming seemed to have followed him to sleep, and his voice was lazy when he spoke: "So it's raining, I thought who was crying."

Lu Qianchuan listened intently for a while, and there was indeed a low sobbing sound mixed in the rain, and the sound seemed to come from the front of his room.

He hurriedly opened the door, and the purple-clothed boy kneeling motionless in front of his door came into view unexpectedly.

"Sno?"

Lu Qianchuan looked around, but didn't see the umbrella, so he simply drew a barrier to cover Fang Shinuo, who was soaked all over.

He walked up to Fang Shinuo and pulled up the little junior brother who had been drowned: "What are you doing?"

Fang Shinuo's eyes were red, and he looked at him eagerly, his knees softened, and he was about to kneel down again.

Lu Qianchuan forcefully dragged him into the house.

Pressing the person on the chair, looking for a cotton towel and making hot tea, Lu Qianchuan pulled away the chair opposite him, and said directly: "I understand what you mean, but there are some things that you and I cannot control."

Fang Shinuo's small body trembled.

He didn't move the teacup, and the large white cotton towel covered his head, making his head hang down and his expression more decadent.

"Raise your head." Lu Qianchuan said sternly.

Fang Shinuo trembled even more, his lips had already turned white from the cold and exhaustion, coupled with the irregular trembling, he looked worse than a frightened rabbit.

He murmured in a low voice, "I beg you senior brother..."

Lu Qianchuan waited for him to continue, but he didn't have anything to say after five words. He just looked at him with eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and the expectations in his eyes were overwhelming.

Lu Qianchuan was helpless, and involuntarily softened his tone: "What's the use of begging me? It's the suzerain and a few uncles who make the decision. When will it be my turn?"

Fang Shinuo stared at him steadfastly, his big dark purple eyes seemed a little foggy, he lowered his head dejectedly: "I'm sorry, it was Shinuo who was abrupt..."

It's really not embarrassing at all.

Lu Qianchuan sighed softly, pushed the cup of tea in front of him towards him, and said in a warm voice, "Drink first."

Fang Shinuo held the teacup in a daze, pouring the tea into his stomach regardless of whether it was hot or cold.

Lu Qianchuan couldn't see others like this the most.

When he was in the most difficult time, he worked part-time in the shop in front of the school to earn tuition fees while going to school. Many times he felt that it would be better to jump off the roof of the teaching building and finish everything. Maybe he could buy a vacation for his classmates.

But maybe it was for the sake of gaining confidence, maybe it was because I didn’t want to be the target of others’ criticism after death, or maybe it was just because I was afraid of pain, but I still persisted.

Everything will get better as long as you persevere.

He rubbed the top of Fang Shinuo's head vigorously, and the bone-piercing coolness spread in the palm of his hand. Lu Qianchuan withdrew his hand, and lit three fire talismans beside Fang Shinuo.

"If you have any ideas, you might as well tell me."

Lu Qianchuan thought to himself: "It won't affect the elders' decision, it's good to hear this child vomit black mud."

Fang Shinuo clasped the teacup in his hand tightly.

The confusion in his eyes was hidden in the mist, he wanted to say a lot, but he didn't know where to start, his lips squirmed for a long time, and finally he only said one sentence: "Master, he... used to be fine."

He was like a child who had done something wrong and couldn't find a way to refute it, so he murmured stubbornly: "It's really good."

After listening to Fang Shinuo's intermittent and illogical confession, Lu Qianchuan couldn't help being silent.

Fang Shinuo continued: "Master, he has never criticized me for anything... I am so stupid and I don't fit in with others, but he never said anything about me... He just told me to keep working hard..."

"Master said, I can do whatever I want, and he will support him..." Fang Shinuo hesitated for a while, but did not continue, and the big tears fell into the teacup.

Lu Qianchuan raised his hand to exchange a cup of tea for him: "You also said it was before, but what about now?"

Fang Shinuo lowered his head and did not speak.

The candles in the quiet room were dimly lit, reflecting that Lu Qianchuan's face was not as cold as usual. Fang Shinuo looked at him carefully, and after a long time, he said softly, "Thank you, Senior Brother, Shi Nuo."

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback: "I didn't promise to help you, thank you for what?"

Fang Shinuo said: "Eldest brother is willing to listen to my words, that's enough. I'm too ignorant, I thought there would be room for change... It's embarrassing for elder brother."

Lu Qianchuan shook his head: "Tomorrow, I will interrogate Mr. Hua together with the suzerain and several uncles. All the results...let's talk about it after the interrogation tomorrow."

Fang Shinuo was stunned for a moment, his dull eyes were slightly bright.

Lu Qianchuan arranged for Fang Shinuo to stay with him. Early the next morning, before dawn, he saw that the lights in Fang Shinuo's room were still on. He sighed in his heart and turned to walk to the dungeon where Hua Wenyue was imprisoned.

The dungeon was set up at the bottom of Qiling Palace, very close to his shallow residence. Lu Qianchuan thought he could still have the upper hand, but when he came to the place, he saw Mo Chenyuan and Shen Qingze standing side by side.

The two looked dignified and saluted in unison when they saw him.

Before Lu Qianchuan exchanged a few greetings with his juniors, he was taken aback by their serious faces: "What's wrong?"

Shen Qingze looked around, leaned close to him and said softly, "Master Hua lost his voice."

Lu Qianchuan looked at him in shock.

When I came back yesterday, I was fine, why did I suddenly lose my voice?

He looked at Mo Chenyuan again, who shook his head, expressing that he didn't know either.

Mo Chenyuan said: "The suzerain and several palace masters are inside."

The three of them looked at each other and stood silently by the door for a long time, when there was a sudden sound of a chair falling to the ground inside the door, followed by Qi Zehua's furious roar: "I should have stabbed you to death long ago!"

Shen Qingze visibly flinched and remained silent, but seeing that both Lu Qianchuan and Mo Chenyuan looked calm, they shrugged uncomfortably and straightened their bodies even more.

Mo Chenyuan moved a little in the direction of Lu Qianchuan, and stood next to Lu Qianchuan calmly. Feeling the coolness on the senior brother, he squeezed his slightly thin clothes with some dissatisfaction, and said in a very low voice : "It's just rained, why are you wearing so little?"

How could Lu Qianchuan care about this? He nodded indiscriminately, and asked [-]: "Brother [-], is the plot going off track now? Do you still have a way to know the next direction?"

[-]: "The plot of Bat Wind Palace is not within the scope of the original work, and the database cannot search for relevant information."

When he was at his wit's end, another stern scold came from the door: "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

It was Yan Zi'an's voice.

Not only Shen Qingze, but the expressions of the other two also changed.

The author has something to say: 73 (returning the script): Damn

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