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

"Mo Chenyuan?" Lu Qianchuan said.

That immature voice seemed even more nervous: "Why do you know my name?"

Lu Qianchuan thought for a while, ignored [-]'s constant beeping OOC prompts, and smiled as kindly as possible to a corner of the room: "We are friends."

He squatted down, slightly opened his arms, and coaxed softly: "Shen Yuan, come here."

The little Mo Chenyuan, who was huddled in a corner of the room, stared at him with big black and white eyes. After a short silence, he curled up and buried his face in his knees.

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

This is not the same as saying good.

Why can Sun Youlan use this method to attract a little Mo Chenyuan, and he will be regarded as a strange uncle?

Lu Qianchuan thought in his heart: "Mo Chenyuan, this little pervert."

He maintained a half-kneeling posture without moving, with his arms still open, waiting patiently enough for a little guy to throw himself into his arms.

After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, he could hardly feel his legs. Mo Chenyuan, who was shrunk into a small ball, quietly raised his head, observed him for a while, then walked over cautiously, and gently held his sleeve.

Lu Qianchuan's heart was about to soften into a puddle of water.

To be reasonable, even if it's a male protagonist, it's a foul for him to be so cute when he was young, okay?

He resisted the urge to pull little Mo Shen Yuan into his arms and rubbed him, gently stroked his head, then stood up, coaxing: "Follow me, brother will take you to find the person you should meet."

"Who is it?" Mo Chenyuan raised his head, his eyes were clear and innocent.

Lu, who was in the late stage of Yan control, trembled, blinked mysteriously, squatted down and picked up Xiao Mo Shen Yuan, and walked forward holding him as if he was holding some treasure.

Mo Chenyuan's body relaxed after a moment of stiffness, and carefully hugged his neck.

Perhaps the author has a little love for the protagonists in his works. Lu Qianchuan hugged his small body in his arms, and his chest could hardly contain the sudden burst of majestic fatherly love.

Following the outline given by [-], he walked along the corridor to the room where the real Mo Chenyuan was.

Passing through countless rooms with closed doors on the way, Lu Qianchuan couldn't help opening a door every few steps to take a look. Behind each door stood a Mo Chenyuan of a different period.

Dejected, pale, covered in blood, full of despair...a different Mo Chenyuan.

Little Mo shrunk into his arms, and every time he saw one, he asked curiously: "Is this me too?"

"Yes."

Xiao Mo Shen Yuan pouted a little lowly: "Will I become like this?"

"Don't you want to be like this?"

Mo Chenyuan shook his head firmly.

Lu Qianchuan couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this very good?"

Mo Chenyuan blinked and looked at him blankly, as if he was a little persuaded.

Lu Qianchuan wanted to recall what Yan Zi'an once said to him, but after thinking about it for a long time, there were only a few words in his mind, and finally he had to organize the words by himself: "Every you you see is a living Mo Chenyuan, no matter what others think of you in the future You, no matter how you treat you, you have to remember that there is still one person in this world who believes in you unconditionally and is always proud of you."

"Who is that person?" Little Mo Shenyuan looked at him with big bright eyes, as if waiting for Lu Qianchuan to say, "It's me."

However, Lu Qianchuan failed to live up to his expectations. He looked at this little guy who had not experienced the baptism of suffering so that he appeared extremely pure, and said solemnly: "It's you."

The two of them walked to the end of the corridor, and there was only one door tightly locked with a triple lock in front of them.

Lu Qianchuan gently put down Mo Chenyuan, the three spiritual powers in his hands condensed, and with a wave of his palm, each spiritual power hit a lock respectively, and the door creaked and slowly opened to the inside.

Mo Chenyuan, whom Lu Qianchuan was most familiar with, was covered in blood, standing opposite the door, looking at him expressionlessly.

It was obvious that a fierce fight had just ended in the room, and unknown corpses were scattered all over the ground. Mo Chenyuan stood among the corpses, holding a sword, like a triumphant king.

Lu Qianchuan pushed little Mo Shen Yuan behind him, and calmly said: "Shen Yuan, it's me."

Mo Chenyuan did not respond as expected.

Wuming let out a "tsk": "He was haunted by himself."

Lu Qianchuan said: "The reason lies in the sword in his hand."

Wuming said: "Think of a way to make him put down the sword?"

Lu Qianchuan looked at the information provided by [-], and thought desperately: "Why did I write such a plot that let Sun Youlan control Si Ming? How did she do it?"

He stared at the sparkling red spiritual sword in Mo Chenyuan's hand, no matter how hard he tried, the sword ignored his communication as if it blocked his five senses.

Lu Qianchuan was very tired.

I don't know if he saw his momentary relaxation, Mo Chenyuan, who was standing still like a statue, shot suddenly, and the sharp sword edge touched Lu Qianchuan's forehead and swept away, taking down a few strands of black hair.

Lu Qianchuan had lingering fears, if he hadn't retreated in time, he might have only half his head left by this time.

Mo Chenyuan showed his skills when fighting Hua Wenyue. Not to mention his deceitful figure, he also shot extremely quickly and sharply. Lu Qianchuan fought and retreated. Mo Chenyuan fought extremely hard.

Seeing that Mo Chenyuan's sword tip was about to touch Xiao Mo Chenyuan, Lu Qianchuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a movement of his toes, he turned around, and Xiao Mo Chenyuan was securely protected in his arms.

He looked at the little guy who was safe and sound, and heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Mo Chenyuan behind him pulled out his long sword, blood gushed out instantly, and the white clothes on half of Lu Qianchuan's shoulders were quickly stained red with blood.

The blood spread to the front shoulder along the texture of the clothes, and only then did Lu Qianchuan feel the pain. He suppressed the pain from his mouth, and the pain made his forehead covered with cold sweat, and his lips instantly became extremely pale.

Little Mo Shen Yuan stared blankly at the sudden change.

His soft little hand touched Lu Qianchuan's lower lip lightly, and his whole body trembled in fright from his cold lips. Lu Qianchuan quickly pulled a pale smile at him.

"Brother?" Little Mo Chenyuan asked nonuo.

Lu Qianchuan couldn't care about the wound on his body, and sideways avoided Mo Chenyuan's tricky sword, and said softly: "Well, I'm here."

The blood on the clothes spread quickly, and soon dyed a large piece of his white clothes red. Lu Qianchuan felt the small body in his arms trembling uncontrollably, gritted his teeth and slashed at Mo Chenyuan, hoping to force him back He, give yourself some buffer time.

But he was fast, Mo Chenyuan was faster, seeing that Mo Chenyuan was about to stab himself with a sword again, Lu Qianchuan knew that he couldn't dodge, so he didn't dodge at all, and put Jing Xing across his chest with his backhand, covering Xiao Mo with his sleeve Shen Yuan's gaze.

The little Mo Chenyuan unexpectedly and persistently pushed away his hand in front of him, and looked at himself who was tall and domineering to him now like an iceberg.

He even stretched out his hand calmly, blocking the point of the sword that Mo Chenyuan stabbed at.

Lu Qianchuan's heart twitched.

The author has something to say: Every Long Aotian was a well-behaved little Zhengtai (.

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