Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Wen Liang could even see his own reflection in Song Zhen's eyes.

Facing Song Zhen, Wen Liang, the little volcano, was forced to be wrapped in thick and deep mist. It was not extinguished, but was suppressed.

Song Huai in the room behind him stumbled out, and when he saw Song Zhen, he called him "Brother" in a weak voice. He glanced at Wen Liang uneasily and then lowered his head.

Wen Liang was trapped between two people who looked identical, and it felt worse than seeing a ghost.

The young man, whose arms were bound with the Immortal Binding Rope, had his black hair not combed yet, and it was scattered randomly, a little entangled in the rope.

Song Zhen handed Wen Liang's sword to Song Huai, and personally pulled out the hair one strand at a time.

Wen Liang hid back and said, "Second Brother, did I do something wrong? Why did you tie me up with the Immortal Binding Chain?"

Song Zhen put down his hand and looked up, "You didn't listen to your senior brother. Ah Huai told you that you are still sick."

"I'm fine. I'm going to meet someone and will be back after I meet him."

Song Zhen refused. He twisted Wen Liang's shoulders, held his shoulders firmly with his arms and led him into the room.

After Wen Liang reacted, he exerted force on his feet, stood still, and made clumsy hand gestures with his hands hanging on both sides of his body, trying to untie the ropes that bound his body.

But his palm was grasped by Song Zhen.

Song Zhen didn't even have the slightest bit of anger. Like a tolerant elder, he handed the food box to his younger brother, took out a silk handkerchief, held Wenliang's hand firmly and forced him to make a fist, then wrapped it with the silk handkerchief and tied it up.

In this way, even if Wen Liang knew some magic, he would not be able to use it.

"Master said that if you can wake up, you will break through the pill and become an infant immediately. You need to practice in seclusion now, and I will protect you," Song Zhen, the feudal patriarch, made all the decisions for Wen Liang. "Until you successfully break through the realm, you can't go anywhere."

After Wen Liang was brought into the room, Song Zhen set up a barrier around the room and took away his storage bag. He was incredibly meticulous in his work.

Song Huai deserved to be scolded. After being scolded by Wen Liang, he looked at Wen Liang cautiously every time. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't even have the courage to talk to Wen Liang.

Song Zhen sat in front of the round table and took out all the magical instruments and various things inside without Wen Liang's permission.

"Why are there no spiritual stones and spiritual pills?"

Song Huai on the side covered his storage bag. He didn't dare to say that Su Yunyang had just returned all the elixirs to him.

He couldn't avoid being scolded by his brother if he said that.

Wen Liang stood at the place closest to the door and didn't move inside. His hands were wrapped like buns but he kept moving them around. He didn't answer and refused to cooperate.

Song Zhen smiled lightly, as if he was laughing at Wen Liang's childish temper. He didn't ask any more questions. He just checked once to make sure there was no magical weapon that could allow him to escape, and then put the storage bag on the table.

He patted the chair next to him and shouted, "Yun Yang, come and sit down. Tell Second Senior Brother what happened to you and who you are going to meet."

【Wen Liang: Myna, is there still one [Escape] that you haven't used yet? 】

[886: Yes, but there is no good reason. Song Zhen has checked your storage bag. If you disappear out of thin air and he sees through the cheat, you will be punished.]

886 saw that Wen Liang was not in a good mood and quickly comforted him

[886: You humans have a saying: Those who can defeat you will make you stronger. Don’t be discouraged.]

[Wen Liang: Then I want to exchange for a prop to break free from the Immortal Binding Rope, and then defeat Song Zhen and Song Huai and escape. Is this plan feasible? ]

[886: First of all, you don’t have that many points. Secondly… those who can defeat you, listen and don’t fight them.]

Wen Liang let out a long sigh.

Song Zhen did not blame Wen Liang for being absent-minded. He asked again, "What happened to make you so confused?"

"I was just staying in the yard and I drowned," Wen Liang said nonsense. "I was scared when I woke up and wanted to go to my senior brother for comfort."

Song Zhen stared at Wen Liang in silence for a few seconds, and then said, "Yun Yang, Yu Yan's untruthfulness is detrimental to your Dao heart."

Wen Liang could no longer bear it, "I want to go find my Taoist partner, I want to go find my Taoist partner, okay?"

For a moment, Song Zhen and Song Huai both widened their eyes slightly, and their identical expressions made Wen Liang feel confused for the first time.

"Senior Brother is your Taoist partner!" Song Huai said in disbelief, and Wen Lianglei was shocked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Can you exercise your brain while you're refining pills all day? It would be stupid to keep using it like this." Wen Liang retorted bluntly. The fact that he could talk to Song Huai now was a manifestation of his good character.

Song Huai once again felt the difference in Wen Liang's attitude towards him, as if struck by lightning.

What Su Yunyang said about them no longer being brothers was true. He no longer called him "brother" and just called him by his first name, showing no respect at all...

Hasn't it been because I have been less concerned about my junior brother since he came to Qingyun Sect?

The junior brother was obedient and sensible. Whenever he came to his alchemy room, he would always ask him to make top-grade elixirs. Alchemy was the most important thing in his life, so he couldn't help but protect his junior brother.

In this way, he will be able to refine more and more elixirs of increasingly superior quality.

But is the elixir more important than fellow disciples?

Song Huai could no longer argue in his heart. In the end, he couldn't even convince his own conscience. It was a fact that he let go of Fourth Junior Brother's hand in Qionghua Cave, causing him to fall into the crack.

He owed Su Yunyang a life.

But he kept avoiding it, as if as long as Su Yunyang didn't say anything, it wouldn't have happened.

Song Huai tightened his grip on Fourth Junior Brother's sword and suddenly said to Song Zhen, "Brother, let Fourth Junior Brother go."

Song Zhen kept calm and said nothing. He thought that he really paid too little attention to his fourth junior brother. Beitang had just entered the sect and there were many things he didn't understand that needed his care, but he ignored Yun Yang.

This allowed him to secretly find a Taoist partner.

Of course he disagreed, but refuting his fourth junior brother now would definitely backfire. Song Zhen seemed to slow down for a long time, and finally opened the food box on the table, choosing to change the subject and asking Wen Liang to come over to eat.

"How can I eat when you even tie my hands?"

"Second Brother, let me feed you," Song Zhen picked up a piece of cake, and that expression inexplicably made Wen Liang shiver.

[Wen Liang: No more. Give me the item to unlock the Immortal Binding Rope, and then give me a cheat that is good at fighting. Anyway, let me cheat and leave here in a reasonable way.]

[886: Side quest failed, not enough points]

【Wen Liang: Borrowed from the Correction Bureau forum! 】

The system had just posted the message about borrowing points, and within two seconds, Wen Liang’s message panel lit up.

[Luan Zhou: Bao, how come you are so poor that you have to borrow points? Have you reached the halfway point of the story? ]

Luan Zhou's sudden words made Wen Liang calm down.

He sat down slowly, leaning against the door, staring at one spot with an unfocused gaze without blinking. After a while, his eyes turned red.

[Luan Zhou: Little Wen Liang? Wen Liang? Hey, is the signal bad...]

【Wen Liang: I saw it...】

I just feel a little sad, a little touched, and a little like crying.