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

The conversation still couldn't go on smoothly, because Lu Qianchuan was so overjoyed and shocked that he fainted directly among the messy silks and satins.

Hua Wenyue had just finished his sarcasm, but he didn't expect this nephew to faint so quickly. He stared dumbfounded at Mo Chenyuan catching his limp body, stroked his forehead very affectionately, and hugged him without saying a word. , and cast a look of "where is the guest room" to myself.

Hua Wenyue hissed lightly, and worked hard to clean up a guest room for the two boys.

Standing in front of the closed door, he thought about it, and said to himself: "One room should be enough."

*

Lu Qianchuan slept very uncomfortably, his body seemed to be divided into two, one half was soaked in the glacier, and the other half was scorched in the raging fire.

During the ups and downs, someone pried open his mouth and poured the bitter medicine he hated most into his mouth.

He frowned, and a few reluctant moans came out of his throat, but the thing against his lips was too soft, he couldn't avoid it, couldn't escape, and reluctantly swallowed the bitter medicine .

Mo Chenyuan licked his lips eagerly.

He lived with Lu Qianchuan before, and guessed more than once that the elder brother was afraid of suffering, but every time Lu Qianchuan took the medicine very neatly, as if he didn't care at all, and couldn't see any clues.

It turned out that it wasn't that he wasn't afraid of suffering, but that he wanted to hold on to his face as a brother, and swallowed all the bitterness into his stomach.

Mo Chenyuan couldn't help but chuckled in a low voice. After laughing, he felt the slightest distress in his heart. He bent down and pecked Lu Qianchuan's lips again.

The medicine is bitter, but luckily my brother is very sweet.

From the age of 16 to 21, during the five years, whenever he encountered any unspeakable suffering from depression, recalling this sweetness, he was not afraid of any hardships.

Staring at Lu Qianchuan's sleeping face for a while, he held his brother's Yingbai hand, and slowly poured a little of his own spiritual power into it. The spiritual power traveled along Lu Qianchuan's meridians for a week, and his brows became more and more tightly wrinkled. .

Lu Qianchuan is different from him. He has been practicing magic since he was a child. Magic power and spiritual power have been in a delicate balance since the beginning, and his body is also used to this stable balance.

And according to the results measured by his spiritual flow, there seems to be a sudden burst of magic power in Lu Qianchuan's body. Power is now in complete disarray.

Moreover, his demonic bloodline had been sealed for many years, and when he suddenly awakened, the spiritual power in his body rejected this completely opposite change, constantly attacking him.

The two forces are intertwined, and Lu Qianchuan's current situation is very bad.

Mo Chenyuan gave a soft "tsk", wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and tried to use his own magic power to suppress the evil magic power in his body.

In the end, Lu Qianchuan groaned more and more painfully.

Mo Chenyuan was startled, and let go of his hand like an electric shock. Seeing that the cold sweat on Lu Qianchuan's forehead was getting thicker and thicker, he frantically stabilized the magic energy flow that was used to help, and dared not move again.

*

Hua Wenyue and Chengming each held a medicine bowl in their hands, and walked up the stairs on both sides separately.

The two of them bumped into each other, they were both taken aback, the black soup in their hands swayed for a while, Cheng Ming took the lead to put the bowl on the ground, and bowed a big gift: "Your skill is low, I have never discerned the true nature of Palace Master Hua. I am so sorry for offending you.”

Hua Wenyue gave him a cool look, but didn't answer.

He met Cheng Ming a few years ago, and it was a coincidence. This kid just arrived and stumbled into his shop by mistake.

He was teasing the cat in the room at that time, and when he heard from the buddy that a suave and decent young man came outside, he came out out of curiosity and saw the hexagonal snow pattern pinned to Cheng Ming's waist at first sight.

The young man didn't care about anything, and his identity was tricked out by a few words, and he didn't have the ability to see through his fake mask to see his real body, and he didn't know that his nose was being led away.

He had only heard Chengming's name before, so he didn't know this boy with the same name as Lu Qianchuan, but at least he was the first person he met after living in a foreign country, so he took care of him calmly.

But after several years of observation, a huge question mark filled his stomach: Is this kid still as famous as Lu Qianchuan?

Is it true that they have no successors to the Wanling Sect?

Hua Wenyue rolled his eyes silently, and said flatly, "It's okay, you're also very funny."

Chengming: "..."

This orchid and jade tree had just recovered from the huge shock caused by Mo Chenyuan and Lu Qianchuan, and in the blink of an eye, it was hit head-on by the palace master Hua who had no justice at all. All the skills have been thrown out of the sky.

Hua Wenyue bypassed him who was making decorations in the middle of the corridor, walked to the door of Mo Chenyuan and Lu Qianchuan's room, knocked on the door lightly, and said calmly: "It's me."

When he was young, he studied medicine with Shu Jixue for a long time. Although he is not very proficient in this way, it is still much better than Mo Chenyuan, who is a half-way monk.

When Mo Chenyuan boiled the medicine just now, the window was open, and the bitter smell wafted far along the window. As soon as he smelled it, he knew that the medicine was absolutely useless, so he hurriedly boiled it himself.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Ming did the same thing as him.

After a long while, no one answered the door, and Chengming had already walked to him, but Mo Chenyuan didn't hear a sound, and the two looked at each other, both of them looked surprised.

Under his nodding gesture, Chengming directly kicked open the unlocked door, and the two rushed in with medicine bowls in their hands.

It happened that Lu Qianchuan was emitting black air all over his body, and he pressed Mo Chenyuan under him with a very strong attitude.

With a "bang", the medicine bowl in Cheng Ming's hand fell to the ground, and the pitch-black soup dripped all over the floor, instantly filling the room with an unpleasant bitter smell.

Hua Wenyue was much calmer than him, but the hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly, and his face was calm and deep in thought: "Did this brother allow it, or did these two boys wander the world hand in hand?"

Thinking of how much Yanzi'an attached importance to Lu Qianchuan on weekdays, he shivered for no reason, as if he had witnessed the scene where the Liuguang sword was unsheathed in front of his eyes, and Mo Chenyuan's blood spattered on the spot.