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

The two of them froze at the same time, and neither of them continued to attack, but turned their heads to look at Lu Qianchuan who suddenly came in.

Mo Chenyuan didn't look surprised at all, but frowned after seeing Lu Qianchuan, his face was full of surprise and dissatisfaction of "I don't want you to move around".

Luo Huayin's eyes were deep, and his dark green pupils were about to settle into the color of night. He stared at Lu Qianchuan motionlessly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and his tone was still gentle: "Be good, don't come and interfere, okay?"

As if he couldn't see the smoke and dust around him and the dilapidated houses that had been destroyed, when he faced Lu Qianchuan, the murderous look in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and his tone was as gentle as walking in a garden: "What are you doing?" Clean and free from blood."

The spiritual power condensed in Lu Qianchuan's palm suddenly stopped, and he accidentally looked into his eyes, and in a thick, almost pitch-black dark green, he captured the finely divided sadness and the hidden beauty hidden under it. Unrestrained anger.

Obviously the spiritual power was in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't get rid of this blow no matter what.

After all, from the beginning to the end, Luo Huayin never really thought of harming him.

Obviously this demon king was the first to know that he had the blood of the demon race in his body, but he never used it as a threat, nor did he publicize it to the entire cultivation world with great fanfare, so as to force him to betray his sect. The door returns to the Demon Race.

In the past few days in the devil world, Lu Qianchuan experienced for the first time what meticulous care is. Luo Huayin regards him as the most fragile treasure in the world, and every slight frown of his own will attract the other party's eyes of great pity.

The majestic devil is like a child who doesn't know how to get along with his friends, wishing he could present all the rare treasures in the world in front of important people, hoping to narrow the distance between the two of them.

It is just that he forgets that gifts become a burden when what he gives is not what the other person expects.

The two looked at each other through the flying smoke, the spiritual power in Lu Qianchuan's hands gradually weakened, and he called out for the first time: "Brother."

Luo Huayin's body visibly froze for a moment, and then the light in his eyes lit up, and the excitement and excitement on his face were clear at a glance.

This is the first time that Lu Qianchuan has called him brother since he entered the demon world for so many days.

Obviously, no matter how much he coaxed him before, this brother, who was not showing any signs of emotion or anger, insisted on not changing his words. He thought that he would not be able to wait for such a title in a year or so.

But he didn't expect this change of mouth to happen in such a tense situation.

Lu Qianchuan smiled wryly, and suddenly felt that he was like a bastard husband caught between his wife and mother who didn't know how to choose. No matter how he chose, he was bound to bear the loss and sadness of one side.

Luo Huayin looked at him without blinking, his brows and eyes were full of unresolved joy and tenderness, he opened his mouth slightly, his voice was extremely soft, but what he said made people feel like falling into an ice cave: "You suddenly gave up Is it because of him that I have persisted for so many days?"

He didn't move, and he didn't point his fingertips at anyone in particular, but the two people present all missed a beat because of this gentle questioning.

Mo Chenyuan's crimson eyes are coquettish and beautiful. When he stared at Lu Qianchuan, he was full of inexplicable feelings. The feelings that had been suppressed in his heart for many years merged into two red springs, and all the tenderness melted into the spring water. Wrap Lu Qianchuan whole.

"thump--"

It was supposed to be a time of hand-to-hand combat with gold and stones, but the person who had just recovered his spiritual power and came to help heard his uncontrollable heartbeat at an inopportune time.

Mo Chenyuan's eyes were too bright, almost sucking his whole body in.

The battlefield that was incompatible with water and fire ushered in a short period of tranquility, Luo Huayin glanced back and forth between the two silently with great interest, further affirming the guess in his heart.

He brushed off the dust that accidentally got on his cuffs, and his tone was full of laziness and carelessness: "At first, I thought, if you insist on persuading peace, I will sit down calmly and reason with Shao Shu."

"But now—" his ending turned suddenly, and the warm water in his voice suddenly froze, "I don't care about that old Shaoshu, this person must die."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved suddenly, and the killing intent and carefully hidden strength that had been restrained just now burst out, turning a fan into a sword, and rushed straight towards Mo Chenyuan like a sharp blade.

Lu Qianchuan's heart trembled, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he rushed forward without thinking, trying to block Mo Chenyuan.

When he was still a few steps away from Mo Chenyuan, the astonishingly imposing Luo Huayin suddenly stopped, only one step away in front of Mo Chenyuan, like a puppet whose silver thread was suddenly removed from his body, He froze in place motionless.

Mo Chenyuan's blood-colored pupils became more and more strange and difficult to distinguish. He didn't even hide. He just seemed to be staring at an insignificant shrimp, and his tone was brisk: "Senior brother always taught me, don't have those plots. It depends on people's ideas, otherwise it is easy to steal chickens and lose money, look, isn't this retribution?"

Lu Qianchuan was stunned.

Luo Huayin stood still like a puppet with a broken switch, the dark green devilish energy on his body surged out uncontrollably, making small explosions around him one after another.

It is the manifestation of uncontrolled magic countercurrent.