Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

"Junior brother, why did you come back so late today?"

On the mountain peak west of Qingyun Sect, Gu Beitang returned to his residence feeling cold all over, and the first thing he did was to organize the things in his room.

He now lives in the same yard with Song Huai and Song Zhen. He doesn't avoid those two people. He knocks on the door and Song Zhen comes over soon.

"I went to Senior Brother Yun Yang's courtyard."

Gu Beitang has a beautiful smile. He is like a fox, good at calculating everyone, including everyone's reaction.

He settled the feud between him and Su Yunyang in his own way, but as he was settling the feud, he changed his approach.

He wants Su Yunyang to have no one to rely on around him. Didn't he say that he likes and admires him? Then he is the only one in Su Yunyang's world, and he should be happy.

Song Zhen nodded when he heard what Gu Beitang said, "You two are of similar age, so you can have fun together."

"Have you gone to look for Su Yunyang?" Song Huai, who hurried over, had his sleeves half-rolled up, as if he had just come out of the alchemy room.

He is different from his brother. Song Zhen at least hides his emotions, but Song Huai reveals everything.

For example, he is currently feeling both anxious and irritable.

“I thought he was in seclusion too.”

Ever since Song Huai came out of Qionghua Cave last time, he has been anxiously waiting for Su Yunyang to complain to his master.

Su Yunyang was the youngest among the four of them, so the master loved him the most. Whenever Su Yunyang refined a pill and didn't give it to him, he would go to the master to complain.

Last time, he almost killed him, and when Song Huai came back, he was waiting for the punishment from his master.

But he waited and waited, and half a month passed, but there was still no news from Su Yunyang's courtyard.

Over the past half month, he had been tirelessly refining pill after pill, but after refining them, he didn't use them and just left them there.

But the person who had previously chased him for the elixir seemed to have disappeared.

"Is he sick? Why has he been so quiet these days? I happen to have some unused elixirs here, so I can give them to him with reluctance..."

Gu Beitang paused while packing the bedding.

He knew that Su Yunyang was flirting with him and saying that she loved him was not being honest. Even if they hadn't seen each other for several days, he could still hold someone else's heart in his hands.

For some reason, Gu Beitang turned around and smiled:

"No need, Third Brother. You know Fourth Brother's temper. He's still angry and probably doesn't want to see you."

Gu Beitang felt relieved when he saw the look of shock on Song Huai's face.

Song Zhen's expression was also very serious, but this time he did not stand on his brother's side. He knew very well what Song Huai had done.

Thinking back to the time when Yun Yang always followed them around, but now that he had stopped, they felt that even their practice had become deserted.

He remained calm and said, "Yun Yang is young, it's normal for him to get frightened and sick. I'll go take care of him."

Song Zhen had just finished speaking when he was interrupted by Song Huai, who yelled, "Oh my god! I...I hate Su Yunyang the most, as if everyone owes him something."

Gu Beitang narrowed his beautiful fox eyes, revealing a chill, "Don't you owe him?"

Gu Beitang had just finished speaking, and before Song Huai could calm down the shock in his heart, a monstrous demonic aura suddenly surged from the eastern mountain. The strong demonic aura even dispersed the fragrance of Qingyun Sect's century-old sacred mountain.

"Oh no, that's Yun Yang's residence!"

Gu Beitang's plan failed in one day, so he dropped the things in his hands and flew out on his sword.

-

Wen Liang was falling continuously.

In order to keep Wen Liang alive, the golden elixir that was faintly forming in his dantian continuously absorbed spiritual energy from the cold spring. The spiritual energy that was contained for a short period of time rushed through his meridians.

Wen Liang's tears disappeared in the water. Who could be more miserable than him, having to endure such pain while drowning?

The Bai Ze horn he wore around his neck floated out from his collar, revealing a dazzling light, and the rope detached from his neck and slowly floated up.

Wen Liang endured the pain and reached out to grab it, but his body was still falling.

It was some strange force that stirred up a huge vortex in the cold spring, and Wen Liang became the center of this vortex.

When the golden elixir was formed, Wen Liang felt a feeling he had never felt before, as if his brain, which had almost drowned, had become clear.

Wen Liang flapped his arms and finally broke free from the sinking, and struggled to swim upwards.

Just as victory was within reach, a trace of broken ice suddenly appeared on the water surface. As the man entered the lake, the whirlpool at the bottom of the lake instantly increased. He pounced on Wen Liang head-on, and it was more like pushing Wen Liang, who had finally reached the surface of the lake, back down.

Wen Liang opened his eyes wide and looked——

Xie Lin! ?

Xie Lin originally came to save Wen Liang, but he probably didn't expect that he could not resist the suction of the whirlpool. He struggled for less than two seconds and then gave up struggling, like a shell living in the lake, allowing himself to be swept away by the current to any location.

Wen Liang was so angry that he blew out a string of bubbles from his mouth and soon lost consciousness.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see another figure with light swimming towards him.

-

"That beast is extremely vigilant. Only when he truly trusts someone can he show his abilities, let alone steal his Qilin Heart."

"Why don't we find someone of his same clan? That demon has just come into the world and is easy to deceive. He might be fooled once he sees that he is of the same clan."

"No, the monster tribe cannot be trusted easily. Even if we capture a little monster and make him obey our orders, there are still risks."

"Why don't we send one of us to make friends with that beast?"

......

Wen Liang sat up from the table drowsily and wiped his saliva with the back of his hand. He listened to most of the conversation in a daze and thought he was drowned and pierced.

He rubbed his sore limbs, feeling as if he had been doing heavy work for several days, and his wrists were sore when he lifted them.

He was sitting at a table behind a wooden window. Through the window was an ancient tavern full of life. Several wooden tables were placed apart, and people in simple clothes were chatting and eating in groups of three or four.

Wen Liang raised his head and looked towards the table where the conversation had just taken place. He saw more than a dozen people wearing monk robes and carrying swords. Only then did Wen Liang confirm that this was still the world of cultivating immortals.

"No, the spiritual energy in us cannot be suppressed by ordinary magic weapons. If we are exposed, we will die."

"Waiter, why haven't the dishes been served yet?"

Perhaps because they had been discussing for a long time without reaching any conclusion, the group of people urged the food to be served in an unfriendly tone.

Wen Liang was still wondering, he was just in the cold spring of Qingyun Sect, how come he came to this tavern in the mortal world when he opened his eyes?

Just as he was worrying, the shop owner wearing a melon-shaped hat suddenly pushed his shoulder and said, "What are you standing there for? Serve the immortals!"

Wen Liang shuddered, almost instinctively, and immediately picked up the nearest tray of three dishes and a soup and walked over.

Wen Liang looked down and saw that he was wearing a coarse linen shirt, a belt around his waist and a white towel hung on his shoulders.

He is Xiao Er! ?

It turns out that his sore hands and feet are not from sleeping, but from being tired...

[Wen Liang: What’s going on, Big Brother? You’ve assigned me a new identity? What about my original one? I actually feel like I can still be saved.]

【886: Don’t worry, you’re not dead】

[Wen Liang: I'm not dead. I'm working as a waiter here. Is it a part-time job?]

Wen Liang asked as he approached the table of monks. He was far away from them just now, but when he got closer he actually saw the familiar clothes of the Qingyun Sect.

Wen Liang placed the dishes on the table one by one, looked around carefully, and finally his eyes fell on a person in the corner.

It’s Xie Lin.

No, it should be said...it’s the younger Xie Lin.

"This won't work, and that won't work either. What should we do? The Qilin Heart is a heavenly treasure. Whoever gets it will have an 80% chance of successfully surviving the tribulation! This opportunity is precious. Who knows how long that beast will stay in this town."

Kirin heart?

Wen Liang grasped this key word and frantically processed the information in his mind.

"We can't use the demons, nor can we use the cultivators, but I have a way," as soon as Xie Lin opened his mouth, Wen Liang recognized his voice.

When Wen Liang heard him talking, he didn't know why, he was afraid like a mouse seeing a cat. It was all out of instinct. Even the movement of placing chopsticks became much faster. After finishing, he picked up the tray and turned around to leave.

But Xie Lin grabbed her wrist.

"We can actually find an ordinary human to pretend to be a demon. I think this little brother is a good choice," the young version of Xie Lin blinked at Wen Liang, "pretending to be a little rabbit spirit is just right."

Wen Liang used all his strength to prevent himself from smashing the tray in his hand onto Xie Lin's face.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "My Lord, you can really pretend to be a turtle spirit."

Xie Lin laughed even more happily, his eyes sparkling: "This little rabbit cursed really dirty!"