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

Some people looked majestic on the surface, but their hands on the bedposts were trembling slightly.

The two were too close, and their breaths were intertwined. Lu Qianchuan's heartbeat fluttered for a few times, and his earlobes were stained with a thin layer of red.

He leaned back a little, opened the distance between the two, and caught a glimpse of Mo Chenyuan's trembling fingers out of the corner of his eye. He was startled again, and blurted out, "Are you cold?"

A ray of doubt quickly flashed across Mo Chenyuan's eyes: "Huh?"

Lu Qianchuan pointed to his trembling arm, twisted around from the prison he had constructed, and jumped out of the bed: "There are still your clothes in the cabinet, I'll find one for you."

At the beginning when the two lived together, Mo Chenyuan would come to his room to stay for a few days from time to time. After a long time, he simply took half of his change of clothes.

For so many years, those clothes have been lying in his closet, together with all the clothes that Mo Chenyuan has mended for him, they are placed in a small world that he has cleared out properly.

Mo Chenyuan maintained the movement of supporting the wall with one hand, and was surprised to see him pull out a spotless white coat, his face full of astonishment: "You still keep it?"

Holding his old clothes, Lu Qianchuan was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

Leaving other people's clothes in your closet for three years... This behavior may sound a bit strange.

He froze for a moment, and found a reason that didn't seem so strange: "I always forgot to throw it away."

Mo Chenyuan sat up straight, the soft smile that had just gushed out of his eyes swished away, looked at the elder brother who was walking towards him, and sneered.

In fact, Lu Qianchuan could hardly see his expression clearly.

His eyesight has deteriorated more and more in the past few years. It was difficult to see people and things at first, but now his body is still burning, and there is a layer of mist in his eyes, making it even more difficult to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Fortunately, this was in his own room, and he was able to touch the bedside with his eyes closed. Although his heart was beating a bit under Mo Chenyuan's gaze, his face still supported the calmness of the elder brother of Wanlingzong, The clothes were handed to Mo Chenyuan.

However, he forgot that the room was still the same room, but there was an extra person on the bed who would not normally appear.

He just handed out the clothes in his hands, and wanted to take a few steps forward to sit on the bed, but Mo Chenyuan's feet were under the bed, he couldn't see clearly, he stumbled hard, and his body fell straight forward.

Mo Chenyuan threw away the clothes in his hand in an instant, and subconsciously went to help him.

If it is wrong for a man to keep another man's clothes for three years, it seems even more wrong for a man to fall on top of another man and be unable to get up for a long time.

Lu Qianchuan was so burned that he didn't realize what the situation was. He just felt that the bed under him was soft and comfortable, and he patted it with his hands very satisfied.

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

It was snowing all over the house outside, and the earth dragon inside was not very hot, but the new Demon Lord was sweating profusely.

He touched Lu Qianchuan's forehead with his hands, and was startled by the temperature. He quickly got up, straightened Lu Qianchuan's body, wrapped the quilt again, picked up the freshly boiled ginger water, and said in a low voice: " Open your mouth."

Lu Qianchuan obediently let him feed a bowl full of water.

He was probably really burnt out, half of his body was cold and stiff, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt, held Mo Chenyuan's little finger, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Chenyuan was stunned: "What?"

"In the dead zone, does it hurt?"

Mo Chenyuan stared at him blankly, his red eyes intertwined with light and dark, which was so complicated that it made people sigh.

He took Lu Qianchuan's hand back and said in a low voice: "It hurts, many hands—thousands of hands want to pull me to hell, I don't want to go to hell, when I feel bad, I miss you, I want you to pull me up, Then I came up."

Lu Qianchuan murmured, "I pushed you down."

Mo Chenyuan leaned closer to his face, felt the hot air exhaled from his mouth and nose, and his voice was as low as the ravings of summer flying insects: "Is it really you?"

Lu Qianchuan stared at him fixedly, and suddenly stopped talking.

There was no words for a while, only the breaths of the two intertwined, as if the abandonment three years ago, the parting three years ago, and the estrangement three years later all melted at this moment, they still slept together on the same bed and chatted brother.

Lu Qianchuan suddenly smiled, his cheeks were blushing due to the high fever, and his brows were not as cold as usual.

He already had gentle eyebrows, and he had always maintained an aura that no one should enter to barely maintain his majesty as a senior brother. However, in front of Mo Chenyuan, these cold and hard shells were no longer meaningful, even if he took off his prime Sun's disguise, it seems, doesn't matter.

Mo Chenyuan almost lost his soul because of his smile.

In his impression, the elder brother has always been indifferent, as elegant as a handsome bamboo in early spring, as cold as a winter plum, and not like this——

It's so beautiful.

Seeing him in a daze, Lu Qianchuan became playful, twisted his wrist, pinched his cheek with five fingers, and smiled softly.

It was only then that Mo Chenyuan noticed the sweet and alcoholic smell in his breath.

They drank two jars of wine at the foot of the mountain. At that time, he was still surprised. With his senior brother's drinking capacity, he could still remain calm and composed.

He had even imagined how this group of restless juniors and juniors drank the elder brother's alcohol during the three years he was away, which made his drinking capacity soar by leaps and bounds.

Now it seems that the wine is just too soft and has a lot of stamina.

He pinched Lu Qianchuan on his face, and covered the eyes of a drunk with one hand: "Sleep for a while, wake up and it will be fine."

Lu Qianchuan took off his hand and frowned: "Don't sleep."

His voice was so hoarse, Mo Chenyuan didn't want to hear another word from him, so he deliberately said fiercely: "Go to sleep, or you will become a broken gong like Fuyao."

It took Lu Qianchuan a while to understand who Fuyao was, but he still insisted: "If you don't sleep, you will have nightmares."

Mo Chenyuan was startled: "What nightmare?"

Lu Qianchuan: "The night, the village, the fire, you."

Mo Chenyuan was taken aback again: "Do I always appear in your dreams?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded.

Mo Chenyuan threw his heart into the jar of sweet and sour. It was sour, sweet and soft. He leaned closer to Lu Qianchuan, coaxing him, "Why do you always dream of me? What do I usually do in your dreams?"

Lu Qianchuan didn't know why he always dreamed of him, so he ignored the first question: "Scare me."

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

He raised half of his eyebrows, his crimson eyes melted into a warm sun: "I appeared in your dream just to scare you? Am I so bad?"

Lu Qianchuan: "Yes."

Mo Chenyuan's sweet and sour jar was shaken vigorously from the outside again, causing his heartbeat to fluctuate, and he murmured in a low voice: "I can be worse, you definitely don't want to know."

Lu Qianchuan's eyes are not good, but his ears are very good. He captured this sentence verbatim, and briefly summed up his mood in one word: "Heh."

This short sentence of contempt completely touched Mo Chenyuan's bottom line, he slowly took away Lu Qianchuan's hand on his cheek, and pulled the distance between the two closer: "If you don't believe me, I will show you."

Lips and teeth intertwined.

He had known for a long time that the senior brother's lips were very soft. He hadn't seen him for many years, and it seemed to be much softer than before he left. Just touching it lightly, it was like kissing a cloud.

In Lu Qianchuan's mouth, there was a slight spicy taste of ginger water and a bit of sweetness of jujube. He reluctantly dawdled it over and over again, almost reluctant to leave.

The last time he was so bold was more than five years ago.

At that time, Lu Qianchuan already had the handsome prototype as he is now, but he was still a bean sprout that was not as tall as his senior brother.

More than five years ago, he hated senior brother so much that he wished he could stab this person to death with a single sword. Five years later, he liked senior senior brother so much that he wished he could lock this person by his side forever and hold him in his hand so that no one could see him again. he.

He touched Lu Qianchuan's lips and murmured, "I promise I won't scare you anymore. You can sleep well, okay?"

There was no reply after saying these words for a long time, he got up quickly, but what he saw was the peaceful sleeping face of his elder brother.

The man actually fell asleep after kissing him.

Mo Chenyuan laughed dumbly, pinched Lu Qianchuan's earlobe with his fingers, and rubbed it lightly.

Wuzi laughed for a long while, but the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he realized that he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.

The wind and snow were blowing, and the peach branches outside the window were shivering in the cold wind and snow.

Mo Chenyuan put on the white clothes that Lu Qianchuan had just found out for himself. The black inside did not match the white outer shirt. He walked around the house indifferently, and found the clothes that he had placed in Lu Qianchuan's house from the old place. Bai Yuxiao, gently blowing a little tune to help sleep.

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Syracuse, the bottom of Snow Lake.

Snow City is like spring all the year round, with flowers blooming all seasons and green grass all year round.

In the crystal-clear Xuehu Lake, a burst of dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky. All the Xuecheng disciples put down their staff and looked at the beam of light in shock.

There was a sound of water splashing, and Lu Fengyi, who was sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and playing the piano, suddenly stood up, the expression of excitement on his face was very obvious.

He rushed out of the small pavilion where he had been staying for two or three years, and he was flying fast all the way, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the sky above the lake splashing soaringly.

There was a brief moment of silence on the empty lake, and then a figure broke through the mirror-like lake, and stood arrogantly in the middle of the wide lake like a returning dragon.

He looked around uncomfortably, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Lu Fengyi who was standing in mid-air.

I was speechless for a long time.

After a long silence with each other, Lu Fengyi jumped off the sword, and stood face to face with him on the lake, feeling the coercion of this man, the past accumulated for many years surged in his heart, and all kinds of memories burst out of the cage.

He looked at the slightly different appearance of his old friend, and finally smiled: "Long time no see."

Shao Shu lowered his head and glanced at his reborn hands and feet. The slender and white fingers contained amazing strength, and the aura flowing in his body was extremely abundant, and this body was even stronger than his own.

He looked at Lu Fengyi who welcomed him with a sincere smile, and was filled with emotion for a moment. After many mixed thoughts rolled through his mind, he punched Lu Fengyi hard on the shoulder with five fingers: "Don't laugh. , give me some clothes."

Lu Fengyi coughed lightly, took off his robe to cover him up.

Not only does the Lord of Syracuse not know how to take care of children, but he also lacks in empathy.

Shao Shu fastened his belt, walked side by side with him towards the lake, and asked very familiarly, "How is the situation now?"

Lu Fengyi replied: "The demon world is divided into two. Luo Huayin led his men to retreat to the north city. The royal city was occupied by Shi Qingxu and Mo Chenyuan. After Mo Chenyuan came out of the death zone, he gained a large number of demon fans. The position of the Demon Lord."

Shao Shu nodded deeply, and just when Lu Fengyi wanted to continue the introduction, he said seriously: "I'm not asking this, what I mean is, how is the freshman and junior of the Wanling Sect doing now?"

Lu Fengyi: "..."