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

A warm spiritual flow poured into the body continuously from the back, and the strength subtly suppressed the surging magic power, and most of the black energy around Lu Qianchuan dissipated.

This spiritual current was so warm that he felt as if he was in a hot spring, he squinted his eyes comfortably, and leaned back directly.

Just close to a warm embrace.

Lu Qianchuan was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked into a crimson warm pool impartially.

Mo Chenyuan's eyes were filled with emotions so complicated that he couldn't see them clearly. The crimson pupils were floating and sinking. He wrapped his arms around him even more forcefully, and said in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Pain is certain. Mo Chenyuan's spiritual power can at most suppress the magic power that erupted in his body, but it can't completely dispel the pain caused by the collision of magic power and spiritual power. It can only be used as a temporary relief.

He stared blankly at those red eyes, couldn't say a word "pain", stretched out his hand like a fool, caressed Mo Chenyuan's cheek, and poked lightly in disbelief: "Shen Yuan?"

Mo Chenyuan grabbed his evil hand, put it on his lips and pecked lightly: "It's me."

This feeling was too warm, Lu Qianchuan's brain, which was tortured by the pain, couldn't tell whether it was real or an illusion, and wondered: "Is it really you?"

Mo Chenyuan showed a helpless and distressed smile, lowered his head, and gently pressed another kiss on his forehead: "It's really me, I'm here to find you."

Lu Qianchuan blinked, covering up the wetness and slightly red eye sockets in an instant.

Mo Chenyuan appeared in front of him well, he didn't go crazy, and he didn't become disrespectful because of the indifference of people. He looked at him with warmth and expectation in his eyes.

This is so good.

The turbid air that had been stagnant for many days in the chest cavity suddenly dissipated a lot, and Lu Qianchuan let out a long breath. The worries and anxieties that had been unspoken for many days were instantly healed, and his tense body relaxed in an instant.

Mo Chenyuan caught his suddenly limp body, hugged his waist tightly, and transferred the feather-like kiss from his forehead to the tip of his ears, almost treating such a living person with good arms and legs with the attitude of treating small animals .

"Lean on me, sleep first?"

A deep and powerful voice came from his ears, and a burst of electricity was tingled numbly. Lu Qianchuan felt as if he was in a cloud. He was in a daze for a long time, and then he suddenly came to his senses.

Mo Chenyuan is kissing him? ? ?

His consciousness finally shifted from "It's good that Mo Chenyuan is safe and well" to "Mo Chenyuan kissed him many times". The feeling of lightning struck in an instant.

He suddenly remembered that when Mo Chenyuan first found him in the North City of the Demon Realm, he had kissed him so intimately several times, with such a pious attitude, affectionate eyes, and a heart of stone that would not be unmoved.

It's just that the battle was fierce at that time, and he was focused on the fight between the two, and later he began to worry about Mo Chenyuan's physical condition, so he forgot such an ingenious way of greeting in horror.

The breath he just exhaled was sucked back into his stomach, and it was stuck between his chest and abdomen, making his face flushed.

In an instant, his unconscious brain exploded into a mushroom cloud in the sky. Lu Qianchuan snatched from Mo Chenyuan's arms like a rabbit, and after receiving a stronger hug in response, he turned his head slowly, not daring to He looked at Mo Chenyuan in confidence.

The new Demon Lord showed extraordinary indifference, as if he had never done anything beyond the rules, and let him look at him calmly.

Compared with the pale and haggard Lu Qianchuan, Mo Chenyuan's complexion is much better. The annoying climate in hell doesn't seem to have affected him at all. In Lu Qianchuan's unclear vision, this junior is still the same as before. The appearance is dignified.

The imposing Junior Brother Mo wrapped his arms around his waist rebelliously, held his left hand with his right hand, and interlocked his fingers firmly.

The warm spiritual flow flows from the palm of the hand into the body again.

Mo Chenyuan covered his eyes with his other hand, and Lu Qianchuan's eyes instantly became pitch black.

The sudden dark tide flooded his body like a flood, but he didn't feel panicked. His heart was still in its original position, but it was beating at an unusually fast speed.

As a result, his sense of hearing became more acute, and he heard Mo Chenyuan slowly say in his ear: "I won't let you go this time."

"Puff-"

The heartbeat that was already speeding up was even stronger because of this sentence. For a moment, Lu Qianchuan couldn't tell whether the culprit was this useless body or the useful but always troublesome Mo Chenyuan behind him. He was drowning in the tide of darkness. In the middle, I opened my mouth slightly, expecting to exchange a moment of thinking time with a ray of fresh air.

"you……"

Lu Qianchuan opened his mouth, and before he could ask the words "what's the matter", there was a loud noise in the shop behind them, followed by a clear voice roaring: "Do you still have a conscience?"

Another voice snorted coldly: "Your friend is not my friend. You don't have the skills yourself. Do you still want to force me to help you?"

The clear voice suddenly lowered, and he asked angrily, "Tell me, what is your condition?"

That evil voice sounded foolish, as if it was just teasing another person: "200 taels, not one less."

Lu Qianchuan heard another sound of clanging and smashing things.

He pulled Mo Chenyuan's hand covering his eyes, closed them forcefully, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear.

Mo Chenyuan frowned, obviously didn't like his self-assessment, and wanted him to close his eyes and rest for a while, but Lu Qianchuan suddenly stood up and said to him: "I remembered."

Mo Chenyuan: "?"

Before he had time to ask his senior brother what he remembered, he saw Lu Qianchuan leaning on the wall to take a breath, then lifted his robe and walked into the store in a hurry.

When Lu Qianchuan is obedient, he is really soft and docile, and when he has his own ideas, he is also really stubborn. Mo Chenyuan has long been deeply impressed by his character, which can't be pulled back by nine bulls. Now, without further ado, follow him into the store.

There were five or six guys squatting crowded at the door of the store, all of them poked their heads inside with a startled face, as if they wanted to go in and see the situation but didn't have the guts.

Lu Qianchuan entered from the door, they looked at each other for a long time, hesitated for a while, but no one came forward to talk to them.

Lu Qianchuan glanced at them, pointed to the innermost wooden door that was half-opened and half-closed, and said softly, "Is the shopkeeper inside the door?"

The guys nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Lu Qianchuan raised his foot to leave, but before he could take a step, someone grabbed his wrist, preventing him from moving forward with an inexplicable force.

He turned his head to look at Mo Chenyuan helplessly, just in time to see the gloom on that guy's face that hadn't dissipated.

Mo Chenyuan's face was not heavy, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression that he was very unhappy at the moment. He concealed the surging desire for control in his eyes without any trace, and said in a low voice: "Your spiritual power is unstable now, and your body is too strong. No, I have something to do."

Lu Qianchuan just had a faint sense of familiarity in his heart, and he couldn't tell what he was going to do, but Mo Chenyuan's attitude was really firm, and he couldn't break away from the hand holding his wrist, so he could only say: "Just now, an old man Take me here, I haven't come out for so long, I want to go in and have a look."

Mo Chenyuan picked up an overturned chair on the ground, straightened it, then walked to a collapsed cabinet, picked among the messy pieces of cloth on it, found a piece of cotton that looked very soft and thick, and folded it in half After a few clicks, a simple cushion was made and spread on the chair.

Lu Qianchuan stared at him dumbfounded as he was doing the work that the maids of these rich families would do, until he was pushed into a chair by Mo Chenyuan, and he still didn't know how to evaluate Mo Chenyuan's virtuous and virtuous appearance.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a ray of crimson aura. He turned his head to look, and saw that the guys huddled together were trembling pitifully in a red circle of light, staring angrily and drawing out the circle of light. the culprit.

Mo Chenyuan didn't move, leaned over and kissed Lu Qianchuan's smooth forehead again, and said in a low voice: "Let's rest for a while, I'll go and have a look."

Lu Qianchuan sat stiffly on the chair, and he didn't know how many times he became stiff into a stone statue because of a kiss.

The soul flew away for a long time, and he managed to pull back the strand of remnant soul that floated out of his mouth. His eyes swept around the store, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the scattered silk and satin that spread all over the floor.

I am afraid that the smashing sound he heard just now came from here.

After Mo Chenyuan entered, the sound in the room became much quieter instantly, his tinnitus weakened a bit, but it hadn't subsided completely, and he couldn't immediately tell what the people in the room were talking about, so he could only focus on those few people. On a poor chap.

He tried his best to look amiable, and said in a gentle voice: "Brothers, did you see an old man enter here just now?"

Several people nodded.

"Is he still talking with the shopkeeper in the back room?"

Several people continued to nod.

Lu Qianchuan thought for a while, then slowly asked: "Is he always the same when you see him?"

Several guys looked at me and I looked at you, exchanged answers uncertainly, and then shook their heads together.

Lu Qianchuan leaned on the back of the chair, the vague guess in his heart gradually took shape.

Reminiscent of the previous fight between the two, the strength and moves displayed by the other party are all in line with the image that appeared in his mind.

His fingertips knocked on the back of the chair unconsciously, the red plum blossoms on his eyebrows were so bright that they were about to drip blood, he couldn't help murmuring: "So that's how it is."

Once the guess is established, he can also guess the purpose of that person.

Obviously, they only met once, and they didn't talk much, but the kind of sympathy that he could still empathize with at the critical moment of life and death was something he never forgot after so many years.

Relying on this sympathy, he can almost fully understand that person's intentions and painstaking efforts.

He never believed in fate, but sometimes fate is really wonderful. Who would have thought that after so many years, they would meet again in this place and under such circumstances.

A gust of wind blew into the door, and Lu Qianchuan felt cold all over his body. The spiritual flow in his body had a faint tendency to lose his helmet and armor, and he couldn't resist the invasion of much cold air.

He shivered, and was about to get up to check on Mo Chenyuan's situation, when suddenly a purple figure came out from inside, frowning tightly on his gloomy and pale face, and quickly met him.

The moment their eyes met, Lu Qianchuan was speechless, and the two of them stood in the store relatively speechless to make stakes.

It wasn't until Mo Chenyuan and the other person came out of the room that the purple-clothed man seemed to muster up his courage and said, "Running around all day long, tossing and tossing, tossing yourself into such a ghostly place, you really It's getting better and better."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

The tone of the elder teaching the younger was so familiar, as if there had never been any quarrel or estrangement between them, he didn't know how to answer the other's words for a moment.

The air flowed anxiously and slowly between the two, but within a few breaths, they seemed to have spent years. The man in purple didn't dare to look him in the eyes, turned his face away, and said awkwardly: "Your master, uncle and the others... Are you ok?"

Lu Qianchuan was already ready to welcome the old man, but he didn't expect that there was someone who was more old than the old man here. He was silent for a while after the other party's questioning, but he suddenly realized, got up suddenly, and made a well-behaved salute: "The disciple has met the uncle."

The pale handsome face of the man in purple was gradually blushing with shame, and he waved his hands in embarrassment: "Okay, okay, don't do these fake tricks."

Then Lu Qianchuan straightened up, staring blankly at Mo Chenyuan who was walking towards him, Mo Chenyuan walked to him calmly, held his hand in front of the elders, his voice was so soft that the cold wind would blow him He gave way: "I borrowed the kitchen, I'll cook you something to eat first, you go to the back room for a while, huh?"

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

He glanced awkwardly at the affectionate Mo Chenyuan, and at Hua Wenyue and Chengming who were shocked into two stone pillars at the same time, his tongue, which was not very eloquent, got even more knotted, and he couldn't help saying Head up.

Chengming took off the hideous old man's skin, and restored the original appearance of Zhilan Yushu, but this Zhilan was a little frightened at this time, and the expression on its face was really weird.

Hua Wenyue quickly regained his composure after being surprised for a moment, glanced at them inscrutablely, and snorted coldly: "As expected, like a teacher, there must be like an apprentice. It was carved out of the same mold."