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

Lu Qianchuan bounced back and forth between the iceberg and the flame for a long time, and there was a faint glimmer of light in front of his eyes.

His eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes. The faint light was not an illusion, but the light emitted by the burning candles in the room.

Under the dim candlelight, Mo Chenyuan was sitting by the bed, with a book on his lap, holding his hand tightly, his attention seemed to be on the book, but he didn't seem to read anything, just in a daze .

He moved slightly, and Mo Chenyuan, who was wandering in the sky, immediately came back to his senses, surprise and joy flooded into those red bloodshot eyes, expressing his happiness undefended like a small animal.

Lu Qianchuan's heart suddenly softened.

There was a thick layer of dark blue on the bottom of the eyes, the light in the eyes was wiped out by the dense bloodshot, and the black hair hanging behind was a little messy, and I don't know how long he stayed like this.

"When is it?" He tried to speak, but he couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard his hoarse voice, and gently scratched Mo Chenyuan's palm.

"It's been three days." Mo Chenyuan uttered, but the voice was not easy to hear, and the worry that had been lingering for many days was hidden under the light reply.

He stretched out his hand to pour a glass of water, first helped Lu Qianchuan up, gave him a sip, then turned the glass on purpose, and drank it down where Lu Qianchuan touched.

Lu Qianchuan's heart moved, and he looked at him hesitantly.

Mo Chenyuan helped him lie back, gently pressed his forehead, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

To be honest, Lu Qianchuan himself didn't feel quite out of it.

Although he has been in a dream for the past few days, the pain in his body is real, and no one can help him resist it.After suffering from pain for a long time, he got used to the pain instead, and now his body feels soft and numb, and he can't say whether it hurts or not.

He shook his head, raised his hand to press Mo Chenyuan's eyebrows: "Have you not slept for a few days?"

Mo Chenyuan tilted his head slightly, and his lips were printed on his wrist: "I'm not tired."

Lu Qianchuan froze for a moment, his earlobes turned pink little by little visible to the naked eye, his eyes dodged and he withdrew his hand.

He couldn't count how many times Mo Chenyuan kissed him.

The child doesn't know what's wrong, he seems to feel uncomfortable if he doesn't kiss him, those brothers and friends before him were all rolled up into a ball and thrown [-] miles away, and he couldn't even pick them up.

Lu Qianchuan coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Don't mess around."

Mo Chenyuan held his hand again without hesitation, and kissed him delicately on his lips, as if using this method to confirm his existence: "I didn't mess around, from the beginning, I never Seriously."

Seeing that Lu Qianchuan's fingers were curled up together, he deliberately lowered his eyes and did not answer or force him. He stuffed his hands back into the quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt: "I'm going to heat up some porridge, and I'll be right back."

Lu Qianchuan stared blankly at his straight and straight back, an indescribable loss flooded his heart, and almost said that he was not hungry, and asked him not to leave in such a hurry.

With a "click", the door closed, and his words were still held back in his stomach.

Mo Chenyuan stood outside the door panting.

Whether it was in Wanlingzong or in the Demon Realm, the most praise he heard was fortitude and determination.But when he was in front of Lu Qianchuan, he didn't know whether he was feeding the dog or offering sacrifices to the heavens with this level of fortitude. All that was left in his heart was hesitation and wavering day after day.

I want to tell him that I am such a person, I wish I could lock you in a shallow and sparse room, make you smaller and put it in my clothes. , directly into the heart when necessary.

Losing you once takes a piece out of my heart, so I'll never lose you again.

But he dared not.

He can kill a blood-stained way of life in the dead zone of the Demon Realm, and he can turn the world upside down in this Raksha Hell, all because these people are not only irrelevant to him, but also very annoying.

But what about Lu Qianchuan?

He was the only one who stood up and held his hand when no one trusted him, and stood up to protect him when everyone doubted him.

In front of others, he can go crazy without restraint, and can do whatever he wants under impulse.

But as soon as he was in front of Lu Qianchuan, all his rationality could be quickly returned in an instant, and the impulse accumulated to a certain degree was like a mass of heavy dark clouds, the rain crackled and the wind passed without a trace.

To put it bluntly, he was still afraid, afraid that once something was said, his life would end in front of the gate of the shallow house, and he would not be able to take another step forward.

Mo Chenyuan took a deep breath, rubbed his face with his hands, pretended to be calm and went to the small kitchen to bring porridge.

When he entered, Lu Qianchuan was staring straight at the top of the bed directly above him.

In the chaos before, he entered the Demon Realm as soon as he left the Tianshui Tower, and then came to the Raksha Hell. He didn't even have time to really take a break to take a breath and think about these unimaginable changes recently.

In Tianshui Tower, Liu Qingkui said that Wanlingzong had a falling out with the cultivation world, and he met Yan Zi'an who was on the same line with Shaoshu in the Demon Realm. So where is Wanlingzong's position now?Did Master leave the house cleanly like Lord Lu, or did he take all the members of the Wanling Sect to settle in the Demon Realm?

Moreover, it was the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month when his accident happened. During this period of time, they were busy. Did they get together to celebrate the new year?Or is he running around for his business, and the New Year's Eve dinner is always entered by the howling northwest wind?

And Lu Fengyi, he already knew that the Lord of Syracuse City had a well-known romantic past, but because he and Yan Zi'an had a close friendship, few in the Wanling Sect dared to discuss it in private, so he was very concerned about this Little is known about the past.Now that I think about it, Yan Zi'an's attitude towards the two of them is really unusual...

He didn't think about these things carefully before, and he didn't dare to think about them. When he thought about it, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts crowded together in his mind, and his heart clenched into a ball, making him even more out of breath.

As soon as I relax now, all kinds of speculations and doubts are rolled into a ball in my heart, pressing heavily on my chest, it would be easier to just roll my eyes and faint.

When Lu Qianchuan heard the sound of Mo Chenyuan entering the door, he propped himself up on the mattress and sat up. His voice was not loud, but there was an unquestionable momentum: "We must get out as soon as possible."

Mo Chenyuan sat by the bed, blew a sip of porridge with all his heart, and while passing it in front of him, said: "No, your body hurts inside, if you don't take a good rest for a while, the hidden danger is too great."

Lu Qianchuan swallowed the porridge, feeling faintly that the storm was about to come, and shook his head, "I don't have that much time."

Mo Chenyuan suddenly put down the porridge bowl forcefully, and the small ceramic bowl knocked against the wooden cabinet beside the bed, making a loud bang.

Lu Qianchuan looked up at him suspiciously.

Mo Chenyuan didn't know where his temper came from, his eyes were wide open, the blood in his eyes was condensed a little bit, his nose fluttered and closed, his teeth were clenched tightly, his otherwise handsome face was tossed into a terrifying and fierce look.

His chest heaved violently a few times, and he said forcefully, "I say no."

Lu Qianchuan unhurriedly raised his eyelids to look at him, and his tone was neither salty nor dull: "Is it against you?"

Mo Chenyuan looked straight into his eyes, as if he wanted to see through all the concerns and worries in his eyes, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, it's against me."

Before he entered the death zone, Lu Qianchuan had always said the same about things between his seniors and brothers. He was cheeky and shameless in daily trivial matters, pretending to be soft and pitiful for some benefits, but he never refuted Lu Qianchuan's decisions in major matters. .

After he came out of the dead zone, he was on the side of the Demon Realm, and it was not his turn to take care of the affairs of the Wanlingzong. There was no direct order and obedience relationship between him and Lu Qianchuan. Communicate on important matters.

Both of them tacitly maintained the old way of getting along with each other, where the little things belong to you and the big things belong to me.

This was the first time that Lu Qianchuan made a major decision, and he categorically refused.

Lu Qianchuan looked at him for a while, without showing any anger or displeasure: "You have been tired for a long time, you really should take a rest."

Mo Chenyuan was so angry that he was going crazy, he asked aggressively: "Do you think I refused for my own sake?"

His eyes were about to shed tears of blood, as if if Lu Qianchuan said one more word, he could immediately act like a cuckoo crying blood, with his chest heaving non-stop. Mo Chenyuan's current state is worse than when he was insane.

Lu Qianchuan pressed his trembling shoulders, and slowly channeled a little spiritual power in, with a serious expression: "I know you won't do it for yourself, but you have indeed been running around for many days, and if you continue to spin around like this, I will Worrying that you won't be able to control yourself."

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

There is such a kind of person, when you are angry, he will not tell you the facts and reason, and he will never play a cold war with you. He will clearly tell you what he thinks in his heart, without hiding or hiding it, and he is so frank that you I don't know if I should be angry with him or not.

Lu Qianchuan is undoubtedly one of the best.

Mo Chenyuan's mind was agitated for a while, and suddenly he didn't know how to answer his words. After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice: "Then what about you?"

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback: "I'm fine."

Mo Chenyuan's evil fire was rushing through his internal organs, unable to utter a word, his whole body was suppressed like a big sieve.

Lu Qianchuan was really startled, and patted him on the back lightly, as if coaxing a child: "What's wrong?"

Mo Chenyuan suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly. It happened that Lu Qianchuan's hand was still on his back. The posture of the two of them seemed to be hugging.

For so many years, it's not that he hasn't lost his temper with his senior brother, but every time Lu Qianchuan can face his temper without knowing where it came from, and always treat him like a child.

It seems that every time he gets angry, in the eyes of his senior brother, he is a child making trouble.

He tightened his arms, as if he wanted to become one with Lu Qianchuan. It wasn't until Lu Qianchuan groaned involuntarily in pain that he was so surprised that he withdrew his strength, and said in a deep voice, "I don't want you to have anything to do. .”

Lu Qianchuan was helpless, reached out and rubbed the top of his hair: "What can I do."

Again.

Lu Qianchuan seemed to have put himself in the position that Yan Zi'an should be standing in. He hid all his difficulties and distress in his heart, and he always acted calm and omnipotent when facing them.

Afraid of suffering, he didn't talk about it, and he didn't talk about the pain. He regarded himself as an iron wall and stood unswervingly in front of the group of brothers and sisters.

If it wasn't for the disturbance in the Demon Subduing Formation, I am afraid that all the juniors and sisters would not think that their senior brother would have an accident one day.

Mo Chenyuan became ruthless, and suddenly bit the back of Lu Qianchuan's neck forcefully. Before he could breathe, his mouth was full of blood.

Lu Qianchuan was so startled that he didn't struggle for a long time.

Mo Chenyuan has always been docile with his fangs retracted in front of him. Who would have thought that this little wolf cub would bite him one day.

He gritted his teeth without uttering a cry of pain, tears naturally formed in his eyes due to the physical pain, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he felt ready to stab Mo Chenyuan to death with a sword.

But Mo Chenyuan's state was not normal just now, and he was worried that struggling and resisting would make his mental state more unstable, so he didn't dare to move for a while, and gritted his teeth and bit Mo Chenyuan in his heart.

Damn, he said, how can there be brothers who will kiss and kiss all day long, as if they are covered in honey, and the little gestures before the love are appetizers, ready to take a bite.

After biting enough, Mo Chenyuan let go of his mouth, raised his head, his eyes gleamed with crystal light, and looked at Lu Qianchuan pitifully as if he had been wronged by the sky.

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

The one who was bitten didn't make a sound, and the one who bitten was wronged first, what kind of worldly way is this.

Just when he was lamenting the decline of the world, and was about to beat his junior brother upright, this little wolf cub who pretended to be wronged after biting someone didn't know what to think of, and bit the tip of his own tongue in front of him.

Lu Qianchuan was shocked for another moment, his thinking could not keep up with Mo Chenyuan's rhythm, and he watched him lower his head again, and slowly licked the back of his neck with the tip of his bloody tongue.

He licked exactly where he had bitten the blood.

Lu Qianchuan was in pain, hissed lightly, raised his hand and patted Mo Chenyuan's back lightly: "Have you lost your mind?"

Mo Chenyuan held his hand silently, and the tip of his tongue kept messing with the neck bone at the back of his neck. While Lu Qianchuan was in pain, a tingling sensation like an electric shock surged into his mind uncontrollably, He couldn't tell which of these two feelings was stronger, and he began to tremble slightly in a strange way.

Mr. Lu has lived for so many years and has never experienced this kind of stimulation. He couldn't bear it for a while, he broke away from Mo Chenyuan's hand that restrained him, pushed his chest that had been heaving since the beginning, and said: "Okay, okay, forgive you It’s okay, you don’t need to spend two days like this to heal…”

Before the word "he" was uttered, Mo Chenyuan's teeth touched somewhere, a small cluster of sparks exploded in his brain, and an unusual feeling quickly traveled through his body. Lu Qianchuan's panting suddenly became heavier, and his words turned He turned a corner, and a strange "ah" came out of his lips.

He clearly felt that Mo Chenyuan's whole body froze.

The painful tears in Lu Qianchuan's eyes could not be held back. Two drops of golden beans fell on Mo Chenyuan's clothes one after another. He pressed against Mo Chenyuan's shoulder, trying to force him to step back a little, and said repeatedly : "Okay, I don't blame you, okay? Let go first."

Mo Chenyuan was determined to play a biting game with him, how could he be so obedient, hearing this, he pulled his two hands away again, tightly locked his wrist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wait a little longer, it will be healed soon gone."

Wait a little longer, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I can also find your trace.

A question mark appeared above Lu Qianchuan's head. He didn't understand what he meant by "soon to be healed". Just as he was about to speak, a sharp pain came from the wound on the back of his neck, and he couldn't restrain himself from shaking again.

His lips were slightly parted, but his voice was completely stuck in his throat, his eyes became more and more lax due to the sudden sharp pain, and his whole body was divided into two again, this time it was not cut from the middle like the left half of the body and the right half of the body Come, but felt a force of tearing and peeling between body and soul.

Both of them were covered with the same bloody light, and Mo Chenyuan stared at him with his small animal eyes without blinking, as if he wanted to imprint his current appearance into his heart.

Both of them were trembling uncontrollably, Mo Chenyuan approached him, gently kissed the red plum blossoms on his eyebrows, and coaxed in a low voice: "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

Lu Qianchuan couldn't tell how he felt at this time, as if his soul had been separated from his body, and he found a like-minded partner in mid-air. bundled together tightly.

The pain passed, the red light gradually weakened, both of them gasped for breath, Mo Chenyuan hugged Lu Qianchuan and let him lean on his shoulder, while he peeked at the back of his neck.

Where he had gritted out the tooth marks just now, the tooth marks had disappeared, replaced by a lifelike blood-colored rose.

Lu Qianchuan raised his hand, touched the back of his neck, held back the waves of tiny currents brought up by his fingers as they wandered, and walked around the hot feeling brought by the imprint, he withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

The place where the imprint appeared on the back of the neck was burning hot. In fact, he could vaguely tell what was growing there without touching it, but after touching it, he was even more convinced that Mo Chenyuan was really crazy.

This is a curse that is listed as a forbidden spell by the demons themselves. The caster and the recipient use blood as a guide. When the caster silently recites the mantra, the blood of the two must fuse together. In the beginning, the souls of the two were linked together by spells based on this. From now on, no matter whether the other party is far away in the sky or deep in the sea, I can feel the other party's existence without hindrance.

Similarly, as the price for performing spells on the soul, the life of the caster is also linked with the subject, and they will live and die together from then on. As long as something happens to the subject, the caster will definitely not live an extra hour; When the surgeon encounters an accident, the recipient will not be harmed, although he will sense it.

Lu Qianchuan looked at him blankly for a moment, then suddenly groped around, as if looking for something to kill.

Mo Chenyuan calmly took off the command from his waist and handed it to him: "Jing Xing is not here, senior brother will take care of it."

Si Ming's sword flashed, obviously very dissatisfied with the phrase "make do with it", silently expressing his resistance.

Lu Qianchuan didn't refuse, and pulled out Si Ming without saying a word, Mo Chenyuan closed his eyes, and was ready to receive a sword on his shoulder or chest.

After a few breaths, the expected pain did not come, he opened his eyes in doubt, and saw Lu Qianchuan biting his lip, his brows were knit into a knot, and the anger gushing out of his eyes was about to crush him to death.

However, he threw Siming's sword aside, held the simple black scabbard in his hand, pulled his arm vigorously, with the real fire of Samadhi on his head, and pulled the scabbard against him without saying a word. palm.