villain is a good guy

"It's not necessary." Yan Rong smiled intentionally, "The species has changed."

"Yan Rongyi!" Fuxi angrily burned into a ball of jumping fire.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he looked away, calmed down and thought about it, and felt that it was not the fault of the previous traversers for giving Fuxi this nickname.

Because the bird in front of him was dressed in khaki-colored feathers, with a red comb on its head, ignoring the burning tail feathers, it was just like a golden pheasant.

"Brother Yan, you still like to play tricks on people so much." Wang Shui hugged the puffy Fuxi, his slender fingers wandered back and forth among the fluffy feathers, looking at him with deep helplessness, "Fuxi It is the Chongming bird, its feathers were not originally this color."

"If it hadn't been for falling into the nether world and being corroded by demonic energy... I would be the most beautiful Chongming bird in the world!" Fuxi rubbed his arms in Wang Shui's arms, throwing a temper tantrum like a child, "Wait for Master to help me dispel the demonic energy , you are definitely not my opponent... No, Yan Rongyi, you don't even have a cultivation level now, you are no longer my opponent!"

The Chongming bird, which looks no different from a pheasant, is happy, flapping its wings to Wangshui's shoulder, digging at the dark golden lines with its small paws, proudly: "I don't want to haggle with an uncultivated mortal like you. "

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi also felt that it was pointless to prove to a golden feathered chicken that she lost her memory. Besides, this bird named Fuxi obviously had an old grudge with him, so it would be useless to talk about it.

So Yan Rongyi's eyes fell on Wang Shui again.

Wang Shui is not only good-looking, but also has a good temper. The most important thing is that he looks like he has no intentions, so he must be easier to deceive than Zhong Mingniao.

Yan Rongyi rallied, and let out a sigh of relief with her hands in her hands: "Forget the water..."

Wang Shui, who was carrying the golden cage, gave a patient "hmm".

"What do you think about my amnesia?" Yan Rongyi said carefully, "After all, I have been imprisoned here for ten years, and my cultivation is gone. Anything can happen, isn't it?"

Wang Shui really nodded obediently: "Brother is right."

Yan Rongyi was full of joy: "Then you believe that I have amnesia, right?"

"Well, I believe it." Wang Shui switched the cage from his left hand to his right, and met his eager gaze, and said quietly, "Who is Senior Brother Yan trying to deceive, do you need me to cover?"

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Wang Shui: "Brother, just make a joke, don't lie to Master like last time..."

"Last time Wang Shui lied to you, and almost got kicked out of the law enforcement team." Fu Xi coldly continued, "If you have a conscience, don't trick him again!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

It's really not me, it's the previous traversers who committed the crimes.

Yan Rongyi bumped into a wall in front of Fuxi and Wangshui, and temporarily stopped thinking about proving her amnesia.

He didn't dare to say that he came from time travel, if he was regarded as a monster who took away his home, he might have to suffer even more.

The long cave finally came to an end, and a star-like light bloomed in the distance.

Yan Rongyi heard Wang Shui sighing softly beside her, Fu Xi also gathered her feathers, and took the initiative to get back into the golden silk cage.

An indescribable sourness suddenly surged in his heart, but the emotion was too vague, before Yan Rongyi could study it carefully, he was interrupted by a cold snort from a distance.

Two clusters of light blue flames floated in along the hole.

"Brother Wangshui."

The visitor was wearing the same robe as Wang Shui, except for a silver mask around his waist.

He treated Yan Rongyi like air, bowed his hands to Wang Shui politely: "Brother Wang Shui, my uncle has something to ask you for."

"Uncle Master is looking for me?" Wang Shui was taken aback, "Could it be that Uncle Master has left the customs?"

"Well, just out of customs."

"Senior Brother Ke Yan..." Wang Shui happily ran forward two steps, then shook his head and backed away, looking at Yan Rongyi hesitantly.

"Senior brother, don't worry, Bai Shuang will send him to the master for the senior brother, and he will never go out on business."

Bai Shuang walked in front of Yan Rongyi, the young man who was not as good as the weak crown had a sneer in his eyes, but his tone was extremely gentle: "Senior brother Yan must say that he doesn't know me again, right?"

Yan Rongyi: "..." I really don't know you.

"Bai Shuang, it's too late for you to ask." Fuxi gloated in the cage, "This bastard has already pretended to have amnesia once, and I exposed it!"

"Good boy." Bai Shuang lowered her eyes, reached out and took out a pill from the armband, and threw it in the cage, "You must like the pill that my sister just refined."

Fuxi grabbed the pill in one gulp, and thanked vaguely: "The elixir refined by Bailiu is better than many elders, it's so delicious!"

"Senior brother Yan, come with me." After feeding Fuxi, Bai Shuang turned around and walked to Yan Rongyi's side, and the two clusters of light blue fire also floated over.

He couldn't help taking a step back, trying to ask Wang Shui for help.

Bai Shuang staggered her figure, and blocked Yan Rongyi's gaze without any trace: "Senior brother Yan, I haven't seen you in ten years, don't come here and you will be fine."

"..."

"These two balls of real fire were refined for me by my brother." Bai Shuang raised one hand, spread five fingers, and two balls of flames fell down, "I will be sad if I say I don't remember." of."

Bai Shuang kept a sharp and sharp face, and said sarcasm, which directly fooled Yan Rongyi.

He turned his head in dismay, and rubbed the scar on his shoulder one by one: "I said I don't remember, will you believe it?"

Bai Shuang answered him with a sneer.

"Bai Shuang." Wang Shui followed the sound, frowned and pressed the young man's shoulder, "Don't talk to Senior Brother Yan like that."

Standing aside, Yan Rongyi keenly caught the fleeting obsession in Bai Shuang's eyes.

Like a small splash of water, it was swallowed up by the dark tide in an instant.

Bai Shuang's hand hanging by her side clenched tightly: "Yes."

Then she turned and stared at him jealously.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Bai Shuang only glanced at Yan Rongyi, then quickly went to look at Wang Shui: "Brother Wang Shui, you go, leave this place to me."

After saying that, seeing that Wang Shui was still hesitating, he made up his mind, and said, "Uncle Shi has been in seclusion for sixty years, so he must really want to see you."

"Forget it, you send Senior Brother Yan to see the Master, and don't let him talk nonsense in front of the Master." Wang Shui compromised, took Fuxi and took two steps outside the cave, then turned back, stretched out his hand to support Bai Shuang's waist "Why don't you put the mask in the storage bag?"

Bai Shuang's back straightened suddenly, her voice trembling: "Brother Wangshui, I just came back from the mountain, and I was in a hurry..."

"I understand." Wang Shui's smile was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, extraordinarily gentle, "I'm not blaming you."

"Senior brother..." Bai Shuang lowered her head mutteringly, and Yan Rongyi noticed that his ears were red.

Yan Rongyi: "... oh well."

Bai Shuang turned her head abruptly and stared at him viciously.

He raised his head in embarrassment, pretending to study the flames floating in mid-air.

Wangshui didn't notice the turmoil between them, and hurried away with Fuxi.

So, only Yan Rongyi and Bai Shuang were left staring at each other in the windy cave.

He found something interesting.

As soon as Wang Shui left, Bai Shuang stopped pretending to be a "well-behaved junior", she radiated a chill all over her body, stared at him who was sick and sneered, then raised her legs and walked out of the cave.

Yan Rongyi let out a soft "hiss", feeling that Bai Shuang was childish: "Hello."

Bai Shuang ignored him.

The injury on Yan Rongyi's shoulder started to hurt again. As he walked, the warm blood dripped down, and he couldn't help shouting: "Hey!"

Bai Shuang still didn't look back.

Seeing this, he chose a wall that was not engraved with a spell, stopped, leaned on it and panted heavily.

The light blue fireball following Baishuang stagnated for a while, like an intelligent creature, circling anxiously around Yan Rongyi, and then fluttering down.

One landed on his fingertips, and one landed on his scarred right shoulder.

"It deserves it." Bai Shuang returned to Yan Rongyi's side at some point.

The young man was half a head taller than him, looking down at his blood-soaked robe, his tone was mixed with a hint of hatred that he thought he had hidden well, "You deserve it!"

Yan Rongyi didn't have the strength to argue with Bai Shuang, she just thought it was funny: "Well, I deserve it."

When Bai Shuang heard this, she became more and more annoyed, and yelled at him in a hoarse voice: "Master cares about you so much, why can't you save his old man's worries?"

"..."

"Do you know what the monks outside say about our Fushan sect?" Bai Shuang took out seven or eight emerald green vials from the armband, stuffed some into Yan Rongyi's palm, and unscrewed some directly. Sprinkle the medicine powder inside on his wound, "It is said that our Fushan faction has won the title of the world's number one sect for nothing, and what we did was a scandal in collusion with Moxiu...it's all your fault!"

I don't know what effect the medicinal powder has. After it came into contact with the wound, a string of white smoke rose up.

Yan Rongyi was so hurt that his eyes were full of stars, and he blurted out: "Bai Mutou, if you like forgetting water, just say it, what's the use of venting your anger on my head!"

Bai Shuang's roar stopped abruptly.

The young man stepped back three steps in a row, feeling ashamed and indignant: "Yan Rongyi, I think you will still be a bastard even if you are locked up for another 100 years!"

"..." He had no strength to defend himself.

Because even he himself didn't know why he called out the nickname "Bai Mutou".

Maybe it's the memories left by the previous traversers, or maybe it's the memory of the body itself.

Yan Rongyi was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Have I really dragged Wangshui down?"

Bai Shuang put the medicine bottle back into the sleeve, and stared at him, as if to make him feel guilty: "Nonsense!"

"……what did I do?"

"You lied to Senior Brother Wangshui that there is a magic cultivator in the small secret realm of Shuiyue Cave." Bai Shuang gritted his back molars, "In the end, Senior Brother Wangshui went and inhaled the miasma. disciple."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Sounds... asshole enough.

"Fortunately, there was a reason for the incident, and the sixteen decent disciples were not injured by Senior Brother Wang Shui, so the matter was suppressed." Bai Shuang roughly grabbed one of his arms, using him as a sack, and forcefully pushed out of the cave. Pulling, "But brother was still punished because of you. He was almost removed from the law enforcement team by Master, and he was also ordered not to enter any secret realm for three years."

"... Brother, how much effort did you put in to enter the Fushan Law Enforcement Team? Just because of you, I almost fell short. There are also secret realms... If you can't enter any secret realm for three years, you have lost three years of opportunity!"

"...Yan Rongyi, if you have the heart, you should think about how to atone for brother Wangshui, instead of dragging him down again and again!"

Bai Shuang's words were like a stone, causing ripples in Yan Rongyi's mind.

A chaotic picture appeared in front of his eyes, and countless shattered memories fell like snowflakes.

In one scene, the sky is full of golden light, and the powder clouds are like a sea.

Wang Shui stood under the peach tree, smiling lightly, with pale pink petals falling from his shoulders: "Senior Brother Yan, you're being lazy again."

He heard himself humming a song out of tune, and it took him a long time to perfunctoryly say: "I've been to Shuiyuedongtian Small Secret Realm more than a dozen times, and I'm really too lazy to move. Wangshui, go for me."

"Senior Brother Yan, Master knows he will be angry." Wang Shui sighed, but he refused very simply, obviously helping him get used to it, "Bai Shuang followed the law enforcement team down the mountain, and when he came back, he found that I was not there, you How to explain it?"

Yan Rongyi giggled a few times, stepped on the sword and jumped onto the branch of the peach tree, yawning lazily: "Bai Mutou is easy to lie, I believe everything I say. Besides, even if he knows that I am lying to him, There's no way... Who told him he couldn't beat me?"

"Senior Brother Yan..." Wang Shui sighed helplessly, riding the wind of time, faintly came to his ears.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Someone called him eagerly.

It is hoarfrost.

Bunches of brilliant white lights appeared in front of Yan Rongyi's eyes, and he seemed to be the petal falling on Wang Shui's shoulder, swaying violently with the strong wind.

"Brother Yan!"

Yan Rongyi suddenly opened his eyes, and the white light settled down, turning into white snow in the boundless world.

It turned out that he had been dragged out of the cave by Bai Shuang.

The cold wind brushed against Yan Rongyi's cheek, and a pill was stuffed between his lips.

Bai Shuang was worried: "Could it be that there is something wrong with Bai Liu's medicine? Impossible... I have taken this medicine before, and it works very well... Could it be that it has no effect on bastards?!"

He coughed twice, grabbed Bai Shuang's wrist, breathed in more air than exhaled: "Try to say another bastard?"

Bai Shuang saw that he could still talk poorly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, the scourge will last for a thousand years."

Yan Rongyi was extremely aggrieved.

Although he has fragmentary memories, they are also memory fragments left by the previous traversers.

To put it bluntly, he is a backer.

There are no good things in the wheel, and there is no shortage of bad things.

"I was really such an asshole before?" Yan Rongyi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

As soon as he finished speaking, several cranes landed in the snow in front of him, and as soon as they folded their wings, they yelled in unison: "Bastard, bastard!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Bai Shuang saw it clearly from the side, and snorted coldly: "Oh, you have even deceived the crane, and you still say you are not a bastard?"