How to Survive As a Villain

Xiao Yu'an was so questioned that he had no choice but to briefly state what happened that day.

Following what Xiao Yu'an said, Yan Heqing's face gradually turned pale, his eyes were red, and the hand that loosened Xiao Yu'an's shoulder fell to his side and tightly clenched into a fist. Shrouded in a faint anger, the pair of eyes on the clear and handsome face were extremely black and deep, like ghosts.

Yan Heqing's body already had internal injuries, but at this moment, anger rushed into his heart, Qi and blood surged up, and his chest began to ache. He covered his mouth with one hand, coughed a few times, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood. Yan Heqing wiped it off expressionlessly. Seeing Xiao Yu'an stepping forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away, seeing him coughing up blood, his eyes shrank suddenly: "You, you, why are you coughing up blood again?"

"It's okay." Yan Heqing didn't care about his physical condition, but hurriedly explained to Xiao Yu'an, "Xiao Yu'an..."

"Wait!" Xiao Yu'an interrupted Yan Heqing, and then dragged him into his room involuntarily.

Xiao Yu'an pushed him down on the stool, lit a candle and put it on the table, and sat down opposite Yan Heqing with great momentum: "Speak."

Yan Heqing said, "I am not the one who hurt you."

Xiao Yu'an thought for a while and said, "I believe it."

Yan Heqing has always said that one is one and the other is two. If he hates someone, he will only think about how to cut that person into pieces. There is no need to deceive and defend bitterly. There is no reason or meaning .

Yan Heqing said again: "I never hated you."

Xiao Yu'an nodded: "The whole world celebrates."

Yan Heqing continued: "I never thought of hurting you either."

Xiao Yu appeased his palm: "I was moved to tears."

The night wind blew the candlelight, and after a brief silence, Xiao Yu'an concluded: "Communication is really great!!"

Yan Heqing didn't intend to relax at all, he stared at Xiao Yu'an non-stop, as if the person would disappear if he moved his eyes, he asked: "Xiao Yu'an, you...don't you hate me?"

Xiao Yu'an put one hand on his forehead, his eyes fell on the candlelight, and he began to think.

He never hated Yan Heqing, he only hated God for not changing his fate, if Hongxiu didn't die, Yang Liu'an would die, if Li Wuding didn't die, Xie Chungui would have to die, if the soldiers who burned the granary didn't die that day, there would be more Northern Kingdoms The soldiers and the people fell under the sword, and he still hated himself, hated himself for being incompetent, hated himself for not being able to fight against fortune, hated himself for knowing so much, but still could not change anything in the end, saying that he wanted to be the king of the Northern Kingdom, how could he know? In the end, he was tricked by God into an outsider.

Yan Heqing seemed expressionless, but his fingers curled up slightly, Xiao Yuan frowned and moved his fingertips, Xiao Yuan sighed and clenched his palms.

Then he saw Xiao Yu'an raised his head and smiled at him, that smile was unrestrained, making him seem to be able to smell the aroma of wine that was poured from the Yuhua Building that day.

Xiao Yu'an smiled and said: "If I hated you, I would have buried you in the ground when I saw you on the mountain at that time, why would I have tried my best to save you?"

Looking at his wanton smile, Yan Heqing blurted out: "Xiao Yu'an, I..."

"I know, I know." Xiao Yu'an smiled and patted Yan Heqing's shoulder, "Since the misunderstanding is clear, we will still be good brothers from now on!"

Yan Heqing's words were stuck in his throat, and he repeated Xiao Yu'an's words very slowly: "Brother?"

Then he nodded slowly: "Alright, there's no rush."

Xiao Yu'an didn't hear the meaning behind his words, took the opportunity to bathe in the hero's aura, and muttered: "Brothers should take care of each other, I'm being bullied, do you know that you need to help? You're being bullied..."

Uh, no one would dare to bully Yan Heqing during this period.

Yan Heqing twitched the corner of his mouth shallowly: "Yes, take care."

Xiao Yu'an kept nodding: "Yes, yes, take care."

Yan Heqing stared at Xiao Yu'an, and said again: "Xiao Yu'an, let me ask you one last time, do you really not hate me?"

Xiao Yu'an smiled and said: "I don't hate, I didn't hate before, and I won't hate in the future."

Yan Heqing raised his eyebrows: "That's what you said, after that... I won't...you're welcome."

Xiao Yu'an said: "Why are you being polite! We are all brothers, there is nothing to be polite about!"

Yan Heqing lightly licked the corner of his mouth, he coughed up blood just now, there was still a hint of fishy sweetness there, he dragged his voice long enough for Xiao Yuan to hear clearly and remember it in his heart: "Okay, this is what you said."

As if letting go of a long-standing worry, Xiao Yu'an stretched his waist and fell on the bed on his back. He took a long breath, pointed to the next bed and said, "If you don't mind, you can sleep here tonight. It’s not cured, no one around you can’t sleep, let Master take your pulse tomorrow morning, see if there is any good prescription to recuperate your body, okay, go to sleep, stay up late and die suddenly, and you’re still bald!”

Yan Heqing hummed lightly, palmed the lamp and blew out the candles, and lightly licked the corner of his mouth in the darkness.