When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Bian Shao didn't die, he fell into the illusion of the Goddess Temple and had a dream in his coma.

He seemed to be in a cold winter day, with snowflakes falling on his cheeks, sliding down wet traces.

Someone pushed him awake and said indifferently: "Stop guarding the door, hurry up and get some food."

Bian Shao got up in a daze, and only then did he realize that he was sleeping on a stone at a mountain gate, and the person leading the way in front of him was the senior brother who was in charge of the handyman disciples and the gatekeeper disciples.

This brother judges people by his nostrils, and he is not easy to get along with.

Bian Shao remained silent all the way. When he arrived at the dining hall, Bian Shao sat down, chatted with someone inadvertently, and got out information.

At Yuncang Mountain, it was the time when the competition was over and the elders were recruiting disciples, and it was also the time when they, the lower-level disciples, changed their destiny.

"I don't know which new disciple the head will accept as a disciple..."

Some disciples were discussing, they patted the table and said: "That must be Senior Brother Xiao An."

This Senior Brother Xiao An is a rare talent in cultivation. Since he was 15 years old, he went to Yuncang Mountain and practiced painstakingly. He stepped into distraction at a young age. The head of the school has long commented on this person as "sure to achieve something" and is extremely optimistic about it. he.

While talking, the silent young man at the table next to him suddenly put down his chopsticks and slowly came over.

"Xiao An?" There was surprise in his voice.

Bian Shao was a little happy, although it was a dream, but it was also very good to see Xiao An, the proud son of heaven at the peak of his cultivation.

The disciples gathered around him were startled by his yelling, and they stretched out their hands to push him away, the startled gatekeeper disciple.

At the end, they took a look at this man. The young man had an ordinary face, wearing the most inferior commoner clothes, with a crescent-shaped silver earring on his ear. They felt strange for a moment, as if they had never seen this man in their memory...

When he was about to ask, the young man shook his head and asked where Senior Brother Xiao An was, then he turned around and left, the rest of the food was placed on the table to radiate heat and was divided up.

Bian Shao walked out of the dining hall quickly, he asked about the location, Xiao An was going to the main hall to participate in the disciple selection meeting of the elders.

"Ah!" A strange young man in Tsing Yi fell onto his chest.

This young man's skin was white, he bit his lip tightly, and looked extremely aggrieved and flustered, which could easily make people feel affectionate.

Bian Shao lowered his eyes and glanced, then slapped the opponent's stomach, cruelly peeling him off.

He frowned: "Do you not look at the road when you walk?"

Not even half a cent of face.

Bian Shao is getting annoyed, if before, he would whisper a few words to comfort the beauty in Tsing Yi, but now he is more anxious and really wants to see Xiao An boy sooner.

The young man in Tsing Yi was also stabbed by his attitude, and apologized repeatedly, and finally he hurriedly grabbed Bian Shao's arm and asked for help: "Yuncang Mountain, Yuncang Mountain has a demon cultivator, Senior Brother Xiao An, he will kill him in the apprentice acceptance meeting." Everyone, hurry... hurry and notify the elders!"

Bian Shao paused, and he turned his head slowly, his expression was obscure, and he asked word by word: "Your name is Mingchun?"

The young man in Tsing Yi nodded, with pleading eyes, he thought that the disciple guarding the gate would show fear or shock when he heard the news, but the young man raised his eyebrows. So alive.

"Okay," Bian Shao said, "I will go to the main hall with you and report this matter to the elders."

Mingchun nodded quickly, he was the protagonist after all, even if he was trembling with fear, his snow-white face was still attractive.

Bian Shao is just a gatekeeper disciple, he follows Mingchun, but his voice has the power to comfort people's hearts.

"Beauty... Brother Xiao An, how did you know about him being a demon cultivator?" Bian Shao said softly, "You have to be convincing, otherwise no matter how much you say, the elders will beat you out Go outside the hall."

Xu Shi panicked, Mingchun didn't realize that every word of Bian Shao was inducing, so he quickly explained, "Yes, he told me himself, I..."

Bian Shao raised his eyebrows to calm his excitement: "Speak slowly, don't choke."

Mingchun listened to his comfort, and his mood eased a lot, and he also started to talk about him.

A few hours ago, that black-haired boy was carrying a sword and met Mingchun on the way to the main hall. For some reason, he pressed Mingchun's shoulder and said, "I have something to say."

It's almost time to accept apprentices, and I don't know which elder will be selected by then.

Mingchun suppressed his excitement, turned his head and said, "Let's talk about it after we finish our apprenticeship."

"I can't wait." Xiao An shook his head.

Mingchun had no choice but to stop in front of this cold-faced and warm-hearted brother who had taken care of him for three years.

Then I heard him talk about his suffering when he was young, about how he fell into a demon, and how he wanted to kill everyone in Yuncang Mountain.

Such deviant words, the black-haired boy spoke in a very calm manner.In the end he asked: "I will kill that master when I worship him as my teacher, will you come with me then?" He just asked, and didn't intend to forcefully take this innocent and innocent junior brother away.

Mingchun was scared by the strange hostility of the person in front of him and took two steps back. He spoke with a trembling voice: "Brother? Did you make a mistake?"

The black-haired boy slightly lowered his head to listen to his words. Hearing this, his body froze and he didn't make any sound.

mistake?

But Mingchun felt hopeful, he said: "Brother, I'm going to find Senior Brother Ye Qingzhou, I still have something to do, I..."

The following words could not be uttered in the boy's dark and mocking eyes.

Mingchun almost ran away in embarrassment. He wanted to find Ye Qingzhou, the personal disciple of the headmaster, his sweetheart, but it was too far away. He was afraid that the people behind would catch up, he would be a devil...

Pretending to be a sword cultivator, and acting as a senior brother by his side for so many years...

"It's scary, isn't it?"

Bian Shao gradually recovered from the story, he pursed his lips, and met Shang Mingchun's eyes, which were trying to get a response.

He pulled the corner of his mouth: "Yes, it's scary."

What is scary is the human heart, never the devil.

Ming Chun frowned, he found this gatekeeper disciple very strange, always absent-minded.

What happened just now was enough to make him feel terrified, all trees and trees were like soldiers, Mingchun stopped talking, and only quickly went to the main hall.

Bian Shao stared at his back, thinking how to get him somewhere else without anyone noticing.

But it was too late.

Bian Shao saw a robe corner embroidered with cloud patterns flash by, and the anxious young man beside him rushed over as if he had seen a savior: "Senior Brother Ye!"

What happened next was beyond the knowledge of a gatekeeper disciple, and Bian Shao was sent back to the gate of Yuncang Mountain.

Bian Shao faintly wanted to move, but he knew it was a dream, even if he tried every means to obstruct it, he couldn't change the direction of the story. He could only watch the black-haired boy being kicked out of the sect and falling at his feet.

The blood between the brows and eyes, on that pale face, was shocking.

And with a thrilling beauty.

Bian Shao tried his best to suppress the abnormal beating in his chest, he raised his eyes, and looked at the white-clothed sect leader whom he had never seen and hated.

The man held a sharp sword in his hand, and the corner of his white robe rustled in the wind. He had an ordinary face, without any warmth or hesitation, and pointed at the black-haired boy, his own son.

"I've never had a son in a brothel." In the crowd, the headmaster in white retorted lightly, "This devil deliberately provokes, and his heart is to be punished."

When Bian Shao heard the fire, he could jump three meters high. If it wasn't just a dream, he would have trampled on the master in white and punished him severely.

I don't know how sad the beauty must be after hearing the words of this ruthless father.

Bian Shao lowered his head with distress.

But the black-haired boy fell to the ground, covered his face, and his shoulders trembled slightly in the noisy crowd.

Everyone thought he was crying, but they heard him laugh out loud, which was arrogant and turbulent malice, and ridicule.

In the crowd, only his laughter made people sober.

The headmaster in white was afraid that he would say anything else, and said: "Today I am accepting disciples, it is not appropriate to see blood under the sword, you drag him away, if he resists, deal with it as you like."

Are you afraid or unwilling?

You must know that tiger poison does not eat children, and killing parents and children is the easiest way to breed demons.

Bian Shao pursed his lips, while everyone was in a daze, he quickly leaned over to ask for orders: "I am willing to share the worry for the head."

The headmaster's eyes fell on the gatekeeper disciple, and after a moment, he said, "Okay."

This is also insulting.

After all, the devil has become a cripple and a blind man, even a disciple who guards the gate can easily strangle the devil.

After a long time, Bian Shao brought people to the foot of the mountain. After all, for the sake of auspiciousness, there should not be blood on the mountain.

He dragged the black-haired boy down the mountain, stopped halfway, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

He took out a piece of red bean cake from his cuff, which he had taken from the dining room a while ago.Bian Shao looked at the beauty's pale and blood-stained face, and said, "You make do with it first." When I go down the mountain, I'll help you treat the wound and wipe your face clean.

The black-haired boy bowed his head and said nothing. He rubbed the dagger at his waist, thinking about how to torture this kind-hearted disciple to death.

Bian Shao didn't know the devil's malicious intentions at all, he lowered his body, picked him up easily, and went down the mountain step by step.

The boy touched his back, as if weighing something.

"Itchy." Bian Shao couldn't help but want to hide, he used the gesture he used most often with Xiao An's boy some time ago, pampering him.

The fingers of the black-haired boy holding the dagger turned slightly white, and then returned to their original shape.

There are clues in this gatekeeper disciple.I have never met him before, so why are you so unsuspecting, even...trusting him?

When he went down the mountain, Bian Shao put the boy on the big rock, rested for a while, and asked the boy if his eyes hurt, but the boy didn't like to talk to him.

Bian Shao looked at the black-haired boy's indifferent but sharp profile, and couldn't help but ask, "You don't think about that Junior Brother Mingchun, do you?"

The other party was silent, too lazy to answer him.

…Ok.

Bian Shao continued to drag him onto his back, and when he was about to leave, he still couldn't help gritting his teeth and said:

"Love Brain."

"..."

The taciturn black-haired boy suddenly asked: "What is the love brain?"

This gatekeeper disciple is really strange, if he is not killed, his mouth will still be full of strange words.

Bian Shao said: "Even if a ghost gnaws on your brain, you will—"

The black-haired boy tilted his head and listened carefully.

Bian Shao: "Ugh—"

The black-haired boy: "..."

The author has something to say:

Xiao An: After all, it is very important to keep him