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

Mo Chenyuan had no father or mother since he was a child. When he was young, he was taken back to the sect by a monk. The sect was very small, not even as big as a courtyard of the Wanling Sect, but at least he was given a roof to shelter from the rain.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. When he was ten years old, his master at that time accidentally discovered that he had a physique that was invulnerable to all poisons, so he took Mo Chenyuan to refine medicine and test poisons. For the young Mo Chenyuan, the life after that was simply hell. .

Fortunately, at the age of 14, he was picked up by Yan Zian, who was passing by Yunyou, and returned to the sect, and he had a place to settle down again. But at this time, he had already started to practice the magic way. The same door is on the opposite side.

After Yan Zi'an picked him up, he became the hands-off shopkeeper, and directly threw Mo Chenyuan to his stable and upright eldest disciple.But Lu Qianchuan is cold and strict, and his eyes are the most ruthless. After getting along with Mo Chenyuan for a long time, he has no good looks towards him.

Later, Mo Chenyuan was expelled from the Wanling Sect by Lu Qianchuan because of his collusion with the demons, and he completely joined the demons.

... In the end, Lu Qianchuan, who was cold and upright and the proud son of heaven, was smashed into a skeleton by Mo Chenyuan, who had a wicked mind and could hardly become a master.

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Lu Qianchuan had three catties of hot tears in his stomach and had nowhere to shed them.

He could swear to the sky that if he had known that such a day would come, he would not have followed the dark style of revenge, and would have hacked the little boy to death with a sword as early as the first day Mo Chenyuan entered the sect, saving time and worry.

But now he has to worry about his future.

Mo Chenyuan outside the door seemed to be getting impatient, and his tone was cold: "If there is nothing wrong with the big brother, the disciple will leave first."

Lu Qianchuan, who recalled the glorious past, suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly shouted: "Please come in."

As soon as the voice fell, before Mo Chenyuan came in, [-] spoke first: [OOC judgment, please pay attention to the character design, please do it again. 】

Lu Qianchuan: Convex.

He stabilized his voice and said calmly, "Please come in."

Although Mo Chenyuan didn't know why the elder brother had to repeat a sentence twice, but he was not interested in thinking about it. He entered the door without interest, saluted calmly, straightened his back and looked directly at Lu Qianchuan.

Lu Qianchuan was a little flustered.

It stands to reason that Mo Chenyuan was not yet 16 years old at this time, so there was a chilling sneer in his eyes.Lu Qianchuan trembled, and was so overwhelmed by his arrogance that he forgot his lines.

There was undisguised impatience on Mo Chenyuan's face: "Senior brother, is there anything wrong?"

Just now he shook and was reminded by [-] to be OOC, Lu Qianchuan didn't dare to shake anymore, sat upright, and said calmly, "Thanks to your use of the spirit-locking grass to turn the tide this time, the credit is indisputable."

Mo Chenyuan's eyes turned cold: "Why can't I understand what brother is talking about?"

He was calm on the surface, but a turbulent sea had already set off in his heart.

The spirit-locking grass in his hand was stolen from the original sect. Although the name is nice, the effect is very overbearing - soul-locking and spirit-binding, any living beings, as long as they step into the control range of the spirit-locking grass, they will be controlled by others , involuntarily.

Ever since a monk with evil intentions a hundred years ago took hundreds of lives of his fellow disciples with the spirit-locking herb, this thing has been regarded as evil spirits by the decent sects. In order to avoid troubles, he has been carefully collecting it. But it was extremely hidden, how did Lu Qianchuan know?

Mo Chenyuan remained silent, his palms were already covered with cold sweat.

This elder brother, since he joined the sect, has always looked down on him, and now he may finally have a reason to eliminate the evil party, and suddenly calling himself here is probably just trying to catch a turtle in his urn.

Mo Chenyuan gritted his teeth, hating himself for not being thorough and coming alone without preparation.However, Lu Qianchuan was seriously injured and was bedridden. If it weren't for the help of several elders of the sect, he would still be able to fight.

"Brother, do you want to put a blame on me for nothing, so that you can cleanse your eyes?" Mo Chenyuan remained calm, and a cloud of spiritual energy secretly gathered in his palm, waiting for Lu Qianchuan to relax his vigilance, he would kill with one blow.

"What's the blame?" Lu Qianchuan was puzzled.

Is it not me who is the one to blame?If I hadn't been forced to take the blame, I wouldn't have dragged a broken body to ask you to chat.

Lu Qianchuan silently shed tears of bitterness for herself.

Mo Chenyuan's hand stopped suddenly, and a cloud of black air quickly dissipated before no one noticed.

"What do you mean, brother?"

Lu Qianchuan finally said the prepared lines: "Although you have made great achievements in saving the sect from the fire and water, it is not appropriate for outsiders to know about the Suo Lingcao. This time, I can only wrong you first."

Mo Chenyuan's expression was very subtle.

He could actually hear the word "grievance" from his senior brother?

This elder brother who has always been cold-hearted and disdainful of other people's misery still feels wronged him?

Mo Chenyuan found it a little funny.

"I didn't expect that senior brother would have the day to speak human words." His eyes can be described as sincere, his expression can be described as flat, but the sarcasm that comes out of his mouth is like an arrow.

Lu Qianchuan took out the arrow pierced in his heart, and said to himself that an arrow at the beginning is better than three thousand knives at the end.

"As far as the matter is concerned, it is meritorious service for you to save the sect from fire and water, and it is fault for you to use the spirit-locking grass. Since I am in charge of rewards and punishments, I should be fair. This time the merits and demerits will be equal, and no reward will not be punished."

"Then I still need to thank senior brother?" Mo Chenyuan made a gesture to salute, the sarcasm on his face became more and more intense, and he looked at Lu Qianchuan as if he was looking at a hypocrite.

Don't do this, I can't afford it.

Lu Qianchuan was tired.

"Is there anything else?" Mo Chenyuan lost the patience to talk with him, stood up straight and asked impatiently.

"No more, you go back first." Lu Qianchuan wished that he would leave quickly, exchanged a few words with Mo Chenyuan, sweating as much as he wrote a novel for a month.

As soon as Mo Chenyuan left, Lu Qianchuan couldn't wait to poke the system: "[-], how is my performance, how many stars?"

[-] Emotionless: [Character performance is [-] points, and the plot completion rate is [-]%, please keep up the good work of the host. 】

Writing a novel for a month's sweat in exchange for a passing grade, Lu Qianchuan gave [-] middle fingers.

In the original text, Lu Qianchuan did not find out that Mo Chenyuan was using the spirit lock grass, so Mo Chenyuan was not punished for it.But he told about Mo Chenyuan's use of the spirit-locking grass, but he was not punished for it. As a result, the system judged that the plot was [-]% complete.

From this point of view, the system is a Machiavellian, as long as the result is correct, the process is fine.

Lu Qianchuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After solving Mo Chenyuan and the system, he remembered to care about his wounds.Yan Zi'an left him a few bottles of wound medicine by his pillow, Lu Qianchuan picked up a bottle, and took off the bandage with difficulty.

Damn, is this chest being arched by eight cows?

Lu Qianchuan couldn't bear to look directly, closed his eyes, sprinkled a few bottles of wound medicine, and then wrapped himself in a bandage with difficulty.

It has to be said that, as the number one sect in the cultivation world, the medicine of Wanlingzong is really easy to use.Lu Qianchuan was so moved that he burst into tears, he finally saved some benefits between the holes he dug for himself.

Just after wrapping up the bandage, there was another knock on the door of the room. Before Lu Qianchuan had time to respond, someone came in uninvited.

It was Mo Chenyuan again.

Now it was Lu Qianchuan's turn to be puzzled.

"Is there anything else?" Why didn't you say something sooner when you came back?Why didn't you knock on the door when you came?Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you happened to see him take off the bandage?

Mo Chenyuan directly put the pack of medicine in his hand on the table: "One thing for one thing, this is for the brother."

Lu Qianchuan poked the system blankly: "Brother [-], there is no paragraph in the original text, what should I do?"

[-] was silent for a while, and replied without emotion: [The plot here cannot be detected, please handle it by the host. This paragraph will not be included in the plot judgment, but the character judgment is still valid. 】

!!!

The system doesn't care about the plot changes brought about by the flapping of the butterfly's wings!

Lu Qianchuan was so cool, if it wasn't for someone setting him up to suppress him, he would have turned his back to the sky and laughed.

Since you said to handle it by yourself, don't blame me for frantically swiping favorability.

Lu Qianchuan's eyes lingered on the package of medicine for a while, and said sincerely: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome," Mo Chenyuan smiled, showing a mouthful of small white teeth, with a wolf-like aggression, "The medicine is poisonous, just use it if you dare."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Afraid of death, dare not.

Lu Qianchuan stared at the medicine bag, a string of small flames whizzed out in his heart, and he saw Mo Chenyuan's face from the medicine bag, and the cluster of small flames in his heart was extinguished again.

Just now I was busy fighting wits and courage with various parties and didn't have time to take a closer look. Now that I take a closer look, Mo Chenyuan is really good-looking.

Any words he used in writing novels, such as "Jinghongzhaoying" and "Spring Breeze Cutting Eyebrows" are too inferior in front of the Lord.Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence—beautiful.

Lu Qianchuan decided to forgive him for making things difficult.

A 28-year-old unmarried young man, once time travelling, he still hasn't changed his dog-faced nature.

It really makes the hearer cry and the listener sad.

Mo Chenyuan didn't wait for a response, so he randomly picked a stool to sit on, and leaned on the table idly: "Why, are you scared?"

It was written clearly in his eyes: It's really useless.

Lu Qianchuan ignored his provocation, and he was still thinking in his heart: Who wanted to kill this kid just now before his feathers were full?How can a child who can eat like this solve it with one knife?

Lu Qianchuan felt guilty for his previous thoughts.

With such guilt, he didn't feel that Mo Chenyuan's provocation was anything.When the little wolf was young, he wanted to stretch out his claws to scratch people, but unfortunately the claws were not sharp, and they fell lightly on his body like a spoiled child.

Isn't it cuter than the more than 3000 knives in the future?

Lu Qianchuan, who consciously found a reason to excuse Mo Chenyuan, didn't mind, and said calmly: "Whether it's medicine or poison, thank you for having this heart."

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

His brows were frowned, and Lu Qianchuan's figure was reflected in his dark pupils, looking at Lu Qianchuan like a fool.

Is this still the elder brother who is sarcastic and unreasonable?Did it hurt so badly?

No, Lu Qianchuan's injury was on his body, not his head at all.

That is to say... Could it be that he found that even if he engages in evil ways, he can still make contributions to the sect, so he let down his vigilance on himself?

Mo Chenyuan quickly analyzed the cause and effect, and became more and more sure of this guess.

Hmph, a person who thinks about the sect even when he is seriously injured, right and wrong is all based on the honor and disgrace of the sect, and he puts his own likes and dislikes in the frame, what's the point of living for such a person?

Mo Chenyuan completely lost interest in talking with Lu Qianchuan, and stood up coldly: "Brother, take good care of your wounds, and I will come to see you another day."

Lu Qianchuan looked at his leaving back in confusion, unable to figure out the meaning of his coming again.

[Hint: The character relationship value has changed.Mo Chenyuan's favorability degree is +[-], and the current total value is -[-]. 】[-] said indifferently, while showing Lu Qianchuan the character attribute panel.

Lu Qianchuan stared at -[-], bloodshot eyes were about to pop out.

It turns out that Mo Chenyuan's favorability for him was -[-] before?That's a really good number.

"Then how much do I like Mo Chenyuan?"

[-]'s voice is steady, revealing a kind of indifference that is used to seeing strong winds and waves: [The host's favorability for Mo Chenyuan +[-], reaching the upper limit. 】

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

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