The villain boss through the book is too alluring

Seeing Wei Ling's infatuated eyes, Gu Qingyu's eyes flashed a trace of loneliness, and then there was a trace of hatred. All emotions were suppressed in the end, and he walked up to Wei Ling step by step, blocking his sight: "It's late at night, go to sleep."

Wei Ling:? ? ?

He looked back at some narrow beds, obviously already knew the result, but still couldn't help but want to ask again: "There's only one bed, how should we divide it?"

Gu Qingyu pulled Wei Ling and stuffed him onto the bed, regardless of lying on the edge of the bed blocking Wei Ling's way: "Just sleep like this, and you are allowed to hug me."

Wei Ling sat down on the bed, shrank himself in with strength, pulled the quilt silently and began to sleep, although he was hugged in the cave last time, but Gu Qingyu is like this, inexplicably feels that he is a little narcissistic...

Wei Ling fell asleep after thinking about it, and when he woke up the next day, there was no one around him.Stretching, yawning, she washed her face in the washbasin, and then opened the door to find Gu Qingyu.

Gu Qingyu was in the lobby of the inn, Fu Yuan and Fu Li were also there, and there were villagers with different expressions. Everyone listened to Fu Li quietly, as if they were in a meeting.

Wei Ling stood on the stairs, leaning on the handrail and looking down. The escape was delayed because of lack of money and dry food, so he had to make do with it.After a night of consumption, he was a little hungry, but at a glance, he knew that he was discussing the plague. How dare he run down to disturb them to discuss ways to relieve the people because he was hungry.

But he didn't understand medicine either, so he could only sit on the stairs, leaning on the handrail helplessly and waiting. Seeing Fu Li talking eloquently, Wei Ling suddenly felt that it would be great if he had been admitted to medical school.That way, in the face of those innocent people, he can do his best to help them.

Wei Ling was thinking in a daze, suddenly, Fu Yuan beside Fu Li turned around and raised an eyebrow at Wei Ling.In the next second, Gu Qingyu also looked over, and Wei Ling had no choice but to sneak downstairs and run to Gu Qingyu's side.

As if knowing that he was hungry, Gu Qingyu took two buns wrapped in oil paper from his arms and gave them to him. He took them with a smile, and looked at Fu Yuan who seemed nothing had happened while eating.He couldn't figure out, what was the meaning of Fu Yuan's eyes every time he looked at him?

Could it be that he knew Mo Qingming?

However, if Fu Yuan knew Mo Qingming, he wouldn't be as peaceful as he is now, so why?

Wei Ling just finished eating the steamed stuffed bun and the meeting ended. As people left in twos and threes, Wei Ling crumpled the oiled paper into a ball and held it in his palm. He turned to look at Gu Qingyu, seeing that he seemed to be frowning in some difficulty, and asked curiously: "What's wrong, Brother Yu?"

Gu Qingyu shook his head as if he didn't want to tell him, but Fu Yuan propped his head on the table and smiled: "My brother said, this plague can be cured, and the only thing that needs to be cured is medicine, which is the blood nourished by the weaving dream lotus seeds. Weaving Menglian is hard to find, let alone people who are nourished by lotus seeds, but if you can't find it, tsk tsk tsk, even if you stabilize, it will be in vain."

Actually need these?Now that the epidemic is so serious, even if you can find Yaoyin, it must have passed for a long time, and the result is different... Wei Ling sighed, and wanted to ask if there was news about lotus seeds in the system. Although he asked last time, he still wanted to Make sure again.

Everyone knows that this matter is very difficult, Gu Qingyu also sighed and asked: "Is there no other way?"

"Yes, but the effect is slow, and the poison spreads too fast, and the villagers can't wait." Fu Li gritted his teeth and said, "And this is not a plague that occurs because of rotting corpses and no one to deal with it, but a poison similar to the plague. "

"Poison?" Wei Ling was surprised, but he couldn't control it immediately, and said angrily, "Who is so wicked, poisoning and killing so many people?"

Fu Li didn't answer, but Fu Yuan sneered and said, "Who? Who else? Of course it's the murderous Mo Qingming!"