You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

When Qi Zehua and others arrived, Mo Chenyuan was sitting on a broken boulder to adjust his breath. Lu Qianchuan was standing beside him with a sword to protect the law. Next to him was Hua Wenyue, who was lying on the ground in a strange posture.

Qi Zehua glanced over the torn stone pillars, scorched marks everywhere, and a large pool of dark brown blood in the distance, feeling more and more depressed.

Lu Qianchuan saw them from afar, jumped off the rock, and stood in front of him in a flash: "Uncle Qi."

Qi Zehua looked him up and down, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter: "Is there any injury?"

Lu Qianchuan shook his head: "I'm fine with you, Junior Brother Shen Yuan has consumed too much spiritual power and is adjusting his breath."

Qi Zehua breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in relief, his face was green and white, and he spoke with difficulty: "That evil person lying on the ground..."

A trace of panic flashed across Lu Qianchuan's usually calm face.

Borrowing the light of Shi Qingxu urging the stone formation, they caught Hua Wenyue without much effort. Because of that hit, Lu Qianchuan was a bit hard, and after catching Hua Wenyue, he couldn't stand still and almost knelt down. Thanks to Mo Chenyuan who helped him in time.

The boy helped him to a relatively clean place, and said calmly: "Brother, rest for a while, I'll go and see Uncle Hua."

Lu Qianchuan thought that he had spent a lot of spiritual energy and physical strength, and wanted to refuse, but Wuming said: "Don't refuse, it's not the same if you take a rest for a while and then change to this kid."

This is true.

Lu Qianchuan stopped talking, nodded and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

Xu exhausted too much physical strength, and he actually fell asleep in such an uncomfortable position in the wreckage of a battle that had just ended.

When he woke up, there was a smell of blood in the air.

Lu Qianchuan stood up in a jerk, broken walls and broken stones overlapped together, and dust floating in the air could be seen in the faint firelight. He supported the wall, and after a moment of dizziness and weakness, he quickly walked towards the two sitting opposite him. Go alone.

Mo Chenyuan seemed surprised: "Brother, you rested so soon?"

Shi Qingxu said in embarrassment: "Did I light the torch and disturb Mr. Lu?"

Lu Qianchuan waved his hands absently, and said anxiously, "Why do you have such a strong blood? Is any of you injured?"

Shi Qingxu's expression froze, she couldn't hold back her gentle and indifferent smile, and gave Mo Chenyuan a cool look.

Mo Chenyuan didn't change his face: "It's not us."

Lu Qianchuan was relieved, and went to check on the unconscious Hua Wenyue again. Before he got close, the smell of blood that rushed straight into his nose became stronger. He coughed lightly, and squatted down beside Hua Wenyue.

When he saw Hua Wenyue's appearance, his expression froze instantly.

Tangtang Yanling Palace Master, was thrown on the ground casually, a face that was too pale to be alive was covered with a few strands of black hair in a mess, only the lips were bloody, and there was another Very deep tooth marks.

He should have bitten it himself.

Lu Qianchuan frowned, he remembered that Hua Wenyue hadn't fallen to this point before he closed his eyes, why did he become so human and ghost in such a short while?

He put his finger under Hua Wenyue's nose to test it out. The weak airflow indicated that this little uncle hadn't formally stepped into the ranks of ghosts, but he was about to be unable to hold on with too much air and less air.

Lu Qianchuan sighed, took out a bottle of liquid medicine from the Qiankun bag, pinched Hua Wenyue's mouth and poured it in.

Mo Chenyuan saw his movements from a distance, and suddenly clenched his fingers hanging by his side, and pressed his lips into a straight line with a bit of meanness. After receiving a mocking glance from Shi Qing, he raised his voice and asked: "Brother, do you want to come over and have something to eat?"

Lu Qianchuan waved his hand casually, and continued to examine Hua Wenyue's body without distraction, so he didn't see Mo Chenyuan's increasingly nervous expression and Shi Qingxu's undisguised smile.

He lifted Hua Wenyue's skirt, made sure that there were no traces inside except for the wound stabbed by Mo Chenyuan, and then pulled up his sleeve to check.

The sleeve of his left arm was turned up, and the disgustingly strong bloody smell rushed directly into Lu Qianchuan's throat. He had almost no time to think, so he leaned on the wall and retched.

Mo Chenyuan glared at Shi Qingxu who had been glaring at him coldly, walked quickly to Lu Qianchuan's side, and covered his eyes with his hands.

Lu Qianchuan was purely psychologically uncomfortable. He didn't spit out anything at all, but his face became paler. He held Mo Chenyuan's wrist, pulled down the hand covering his eyes, and asked, "Did you cut it?"

Mo Chenyuan nodded expressionlessly.

Lu Qianchuan pursed his lips, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Uncle Hua will naturally be dealt with according to the sect's rules after being escorted back to the sect. Are you abusing lynching like this, because you think you have done too much and want to receive some punishment?"

Mo Chenyuan's pretended calm collapsed in an instant.

His eyes widened in surprise: "This is what brother cares about?"

Lu Qianchuan glanced at him, did not speak, and looked back at Hua Wenyue's severed left hand.

It is unknown where the severed hand was thrown by Mo Chenyuan, only the hideous wound and blood stained half of the sleeve can prove the soul-stirring torture that happened when he accidentally fell asleep.

Hua Wenyue's clothes were dark purple, soaked in blood and could not see any change, if not for Lu Qianchuan's careful inspection, Mo Chenyuan would almost have been able to hide it, and brought Hua Wenyue back to the sect just like that.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache, various thoughts in his mind, and finally said: "Have you thought about what to say?"

Mo Chenyuan pointed to the severed hand that he threw among the rubble in the middle of the corridor: "The battle was too fierce, and the disciple lost his hand for a while."

Lu Qianchuan was about to be laughed at by him, and it took him a while to maintain his aloofness: "How fierce is the battle to make Uncle Hua's blood soak on his sleeves, but there is no trace of blood on the ground?"

Mo Chenyuan pursed his lips silently, and turned his face away slightly.

Lu Qianchuan stared at the small half of his face that he left for himself, and his heart sank little by little.

Mo Chenyuan's character of vengeance, he, the author, knows better than anyone else, the more he knows, the more he wants to try his best to rectify it and avoid a too miserable ending in the future.

Hua Wenyue's severed hand was undoubtedly a wake-up call in his heart.

Remind him not to forget how insanely this man tied himself to a stone pillar and cut off all his hopes with one blow.

Lu Qianchuan closed his eyes, and took a long breath with an inexhaustible smell of blood. He opened his eyes: "Don't do these things without considering the consequences in the future."

Mo Chenyuan withdrew his gaze and met Lu Qianchuan's peaceful eyes. He lowered his head hastily as if being scalded, put away his toughness in a rare way, and mumbled: "Brother...don't you ask why?"

Lu Qianchuan supported the wall and stood up, and said lightly: "Instead of entangled in the past cause, it is better to focus on the present effect, and think about the future countermeasures by the way."

Having said that, he smiled wryly in his heart: Is there even a need to ask why?Hua Wenyue's phrase "what are you?" must have touched Mo Chenyuan's scales.

Shi Qingxu, who was sitting on a stone watching the play, didn't see Lu Qianchuan punching and kicking Mo Chenyuan, so she felt dull.

She stood up uninterestedly, and faced Lu Qianchuan who was approaching, a smile melted into her originally disinterested face: "Mr. Lu."

Lu Qianchuan leaned slightly to return the salute, and smiled more and more clearly at Shang Shi Qingxu, but said without mercy: "Miss Shi, forgive me, my uncle and others should come here soon, and if..."

Shi Qingxu immediately understood, nodded and said: "Young Master Lu, don't worry, I'm going to join Master's old department soon."

Lu Qianchuan nodded expressionlessly, with a bit of shame in his eyes.

After all, he just received help from others, and he was about to drive them away in a blink of an eye. This is really unreasonable.

However, Shi Qingxu looked calm and didn't seem to mind. While he was relieved, he added a little bit of appreciation to this very sensible demon princess.

She is indeed the number one heroine who can coax Mo Chenyuan into confusion. Although the relationship between these two people is very worrying now, Lu Qianchuan believes that it is not difficult to harvest Mo Chenyuan with Shi Qingxu's wrist. .

Facing his undisguised admiration gaze, Shi Qing's fair skin revealed a few wisps of redness, she gently brushed the hair that fell on the side of her face behind her ears, carefully staggered Lu Qianchuan's sight, and said in deliberation : "Master Lu, don't worry about it. You all came here because of my vague news. It's only natural for me to help you."

Lu Qianchuan heard Wuming snorted.

"senior?"

Wuming lazily said: "Why did you call me? He was talking to you, how did you reply?"

Lu Qianchuan paused for a while, and saluted again: "Young lady speaks seriously, I will write down the kindness this time. If you need help in the future, you are welcome."

Shi Qingxu covered her mouth and laughed: "The eldest disciple of Wan Lingzong speaks so stupidly, Liu Guangjian will be very worried."

Hearing Yan Zi'an's nickname, Lu Qianchuan glanced at her inexplicably.

Wuming snorted, "Don't worry, you are a teacher and student carved out of a mold."

After a few polite words, Shi Qingxu walked away lightly. Before leaving, she glanced at Mo Chenyuan. Their eyes met, sparks followed by lightning.

Lu Qianchuan thought he was very competent in making this light bulb.

After Shi Qingxu left, Lu Qianchuan forced Mo Chenyuan to sit quietly and adjust his breath, while he himself stood by and waited until Qi Zehua and others came to find him.

He patted the shoulder of Liu Qingkui who came to grab his sleeve when he saw his expression was wrong, and said to Qi Zehua, "Uncle Hua...not very well."

Qi Zehua's face froze, and he walked quickly to Hua Wenyue's side, and after confirming that he was still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Qianchuan followed behind him. Seeing that Qi Zehua sniffed Hua Wenyue's breath first, then stood up and raised his foot. Seeing that his kick was about to kick Hua Wenyue, he quickly hugged Qi Zehua and led him back a few steps. step.

Qi Zehua broke away his hand, and said coldly: "Let me go first, let me kick this little bastard to death, damn it, dare to set my senior brother up, and turned against him!"

Lu Qianchuan was at a loss: "What trick?"

Liu Qingkui explained: "Master just... suddenly lost his sanity, we suspect that Uncle Hua is acting as a hindrance."

Lu Qianchuan, one head and two big, thought to himself: "Didn't the unknown senior say that Master Hua was poisoned by the snake spider? How did it become Hua Wenyue's trap again? He wasn't with us at the time, how did he fall into the trap?"

He asked Wuming in his heart, Wuming was vague for a while, and replied: "The master of Yanling Palace, the control technique is superb, presumably remote control is also possible."

If Qi Zehua was not poisoned, it seemed that this was the only explanation.

Lu Qianchuan stopped the furious Qi Zehua, and while persuading him to go back to the sect, he told a few juniors: "Chu Ran and Qingkui go to see Master Hua, and make sure nothing happens on the way when Yu Jian takes him back to the sect. Qing Ze Let's go to see Shen Yuan with You Lan and help him adjust his breathing, so we can go back soon."

He himself stubbornly stood in front of Qi Zehua who had to kick Hua Wenyue to relieve his anger: "Uncle Qi, calm down..."

The author has something to say: the word "left hand" appeared in the first two chapters, have you noticed