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

Lu Qianchuan slammed down the scabbard twice, and Mo Chenyuan's palm was instantly red and swollen.

He was still angry, and grabbed Mo Chenyuan's other hand, and continued to hit him twice in the same way.After going around, Lu Qianchuan's chest heaved violently. Before Mo Chenyuan could cry out the pain, he gasped for breath first.

He threw away the scabbard, and Si Ming's dark and simple cold iron shell fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Si Ming's sword flashed again, and he probably knew that it was useless to protest, but he still couldn't help objecting.

Mo Chenyuan was frightened by him, he didn't care about his burning palm, and quickly patted his chest lightly to comfort him.

Lu Qianchuan's spiritual power was unstable and he had just woken up. He didn't have much strength, and his mood was ups and downs. After a while, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing that he was about to be unable to support his body, Mo Chenyuan hugged him tightly in a panic, and kept admitting his mistake: "I know I was wrong, don't be angry, don't be angry, you can punish me however you want."

Lu Qianchuan was so stuffy and painful in his heart that he wanted to adjust his breathing but couldn't breathe. He held his chest with one hand and asked hoarsely, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Mo Chenyuan pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids: "I know."

Lu Qianchuan's samadhi real fire rushed to the top of his head again, and he raised the pillow in a fit of anger, as if about to smash it, raised his eyes to meet Mo Chenyuan's pitiful and worried eyes, loosened the strength in his hand, and threw the pillow back desperately .

Since time travelling, he probably hasn't expressed his feelings so clearly: "You know? What do you know!"

Accidentally yelled out, he was out of breath, and the yelling sound was not loud, but he still made himself dizzy, and his ears were buzzing.

Mo Chenyuan didn't dare to be angry with him anymore, poured a glass of warm water in a hurry, patted his back, and fed him a few sips of water.

Lu Qianchuan slowed down for a while, seeing Mo Chenyuan's "don't get angry if you want to be beaten or scolded at will", the real fire of samadhi was mostly quenched by a few mouthfuls of warm water.

He closed his eyes, tried his best to ignore the surging dizziness, and said in a low voice: "The blood contract of the demons, where did you learn such vicious exercises?"

Mo Chenyuan lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, as docile as a quail: "It's in the exercise book Shi Qingxu gave, I read it once, and I remembered it."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

He personally handed over that book to Mo Chenyuan. If he had known that there was such a harmful thing in it, he would tear up a few pages before giving it to Mo Chenyuan.

To put it bluntly, this spell is a life lock, or a one-way life lock.

The magic spell cast on him does not cause any harm to him. At most, no matter where he goes in the future, Mo Chenyuan will be able to find his traces - judging from the situation in the last half month, this is not a bad idea. a good thing.

But for Mo Chenyuan, this had a great impact.

From now on, his soul will be locked together with Mo Chenyuan's. If his soul is hurt, Mo Chenyuan will not feel better about it.

If something unexpected happens to him one day, even if Mo Chenyuan has the ability to reach the sky, he will have to go to hell with him.

If they were ordinary people from ordinary families, it would be fine if they were bound by this exercise - after all, the sun rises and the sun sets and returns, and life is ordinary. When he is too old to bite things, Mo Chenyuan should also lean on them The crutch trembles three times at one step, and when the day comes, we close our eyes together, it is neither a drag nor a burden, and no one owes anyone.

However, he had to carry the entire Wanlingzong on his shoulders, and it was blowing in the wind and rain all day long. Who knew that one day he would be overcast while fighting the demons, and his life would end with a bang.

Would Mo Chenyuan have to live and die with him at that time?

Lu Qianchuan's eyes were closed tightly, and the red plums were about to wrinkle into a ball, he adjusted his breath for a while, opened his eyes, and the glazed pupils were facing Mo Chenyuan's red eyes: "You...what are you drawing? "

His voice gradually lowered, wishing he could break apart the pros and cons and spread them in front of Mo Chenyuan: "In this way, you will be restricted in many actions in the future, don't you hate being locked up the most?"

Mo Chenyuan patted him on the back with one hand, and said softly: "That's someone else."

"what?"

Lu Qianchuan was dizzy, dizzy, and tinnitus. He only saw his lips move - he didn't see how he moved - and asked subconsciously.

Mo Chenyuan's hand patting his back suddenly stopped.

Just staring at him so straightly and reluctantly to blink, the emotions in his eyes were overwhelmed, those feelings that the two of them had neglected for many years all surfaced in his eyes at this moment, deep enough to suck people in .

Suddenly, Lu Qianchuan's heart skipped a beat.

He looked into those eyes in a daze, his heartbeat was out of control one after another, he looked away in embarrassment, a magical premonition that everything in the past would be disrupted for no reason rose in his heart.

It seemed that as long as he looked at it for a moment longer, Mo Chenyuan would be able to say something deviant and outrageous in a non-stop manner.

So a senior senior who was used to being domineering in Wanlingzong said bluntly: "Go and kneel by the window for an hour, and kneel in the direction of the sect."

Mo Chenyuan blinked his eyes, and showed that pitiful look like a small animal again, calling softly, "Senior brother."

Lu Qianchuan gave him a cool look.

In Wanlingzong, punishment to kneel is actually not a big deal.

According to the sect's rules, it is only natural to stay in a confinement room for at least three days.It's a pity that a certain elder brother always treats him with a soft heart. He has never been cruel to shut anyone up, and every time he is punished to kneel down.

Kneeling is not in vain, kneeling on the ancestral tablet, copying the palace rules, after sincerely thinking about it, handing over the copied things to the elder brother, patting his clothes and standing up, he is another hero.

Counting with fingers, Liu Qingkui knelt, Pei Churan knelt, Shen Qingze seemed to have knelt once... Only he, Mo Chenyuan, has not been punished.

With a shy face, Mo Chenyuan knelt directly on the bed, facing Lu Qianchuan: "I kneel down, okay?"

"Kneeling...kneeling me...what are you doing?" Lu Qianchuan was so angry that he didn't catch his breath. He divided his sentence into three parts, and finished speaking tremblingly, hating that the iron could not become a steel path, "You are facing the sect's disciples?" The ancestors kneel down to see if they will not forgive you for such an act of utterly disregarding yourself."

Mo Chenyuan turned his head and glanced at the dark sky outside the window: "Then how can I forgive you?"

Lu Qianchuan said nonsense: "If they are willing to condescend to forgive you, they will naturally make a move."

As soon as these words were finished, there was a "bang" outside the window, a stern white light pierced the sky, and the torrential rain fell without warning.

Mo Chenyuan got up and closed the window. After a few breaths, his clothes were a little wet from the heavy rain that smashed into the window. When he turned around, the sound of the rain hitting the window mercilessly was extremely ear-piercing.

This movement cannot be said to be insignificant.

The old god Mo Chenyuan is here: "My ancestors may have forgiven me."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

One day, he would be pissed off by this little wolf cub.

Lu Qianchuan pressed one hand on his heart, relieving the panic caused by the moment when the thunder exploded just now. I don't know if he was blown by the cold wind. Painful, his whole body curled up as an instinctive reaction.

Mo Chenyuan's figure flickered, and he sat back on the bed.This time he didn't dare to use force, he just gently grabbed Lu Qianchuan's back, stroked along the spine one by one, turned his face slightly, his lips were printed on Lu Qianchuan's forehead, and carefully kissed away the cold sweat oozing from it.

Lu Qianchuan raised his eyes, and captured all the pity and distress in his eyes that were too late to put away in his heart.

The two idiots looked at each other for a while under the dim candlelight. Lu Qianchuan suddenly felt that the scene was a bit strange, so he lowered his head first: "You do your work first, and I'll rest for a while, don't worry."

The hand on his waist suddenly tightened.

"I like you."

Words that were more shocking than Jinglei floated into his ears, and Lu Qianchuan's first reaction was that he heard it wrong.He widened his eyes, raised his head in shock, and saw Mo Chenyuan's solemn expression.

Lu Qianchuan: "?"

His heart was beating faster than when he was shocked by the dull thunder, and he was a little out of breath for a while, so he could only stare at Mo Chenyuan in a daze, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound.

Mo Chenyuan moved the hand behind his back to his waist, and wrapped his arms around his chest with an undeniable momentum. Su Rong repeated: "I like you."

How can this work?How can this be?How could Mo Chenyuan like him?

Countless doubts ending with question marks dragged their tails across his mind. Lu Qianchuan heard his increasingly abnormal heartbeat, and the panic that came from nowhere spread out into a net, engulfing his whole heart. For a moment he didn't know how to react.

Mo Chenyuan didn't mind at all that he didn't hear the response right away, not only didn't he mind, but he was relieved in his heart - the senior brother didn't refuse immediately, this is great news.

He slowly smoothed Lu Qianchuan's black hair, his voice was not loud, but he knocked on the hearts of the two of them: "I like you, I like you very much, I would rather be chained by you, and I would like to be locked up forever and ever." far away from you."

As he spoke, his voice was choked up for some reason: "I don't want to do anything, I just... just can't bear it anymore, the thought of you might disappear from my eyes again... disappear until I find you no matter what. I just want to kick over the world and find you out by rummaging through boxes and boxes."

The arms were getting tighter and tighter. He put his head on Lu Qianchuan's shoulders as they did when they were young, and rubbed lightly: "I thought I could hold it back...but I really can't hold it back, no In your world, I can't bear anything, I am willing to be chained by you, as long as you don't leave me."

"I like you, I only like you, I like you so much that I feel happy when you beat me and scold me, as long as you don't ignore me, don't ignore me."

"Don't hate me too, okay?"

He raised his head and looked at Lu Qianchuan pleadingly. The wetness in his eyes was still wet. Looking at him wetly, Lu Qianchuan's heart was softened by throwing it into a jar of candied fruit.

How could he hate Mo Chenyuan?

This is the protagonist he created with all his heart and soul, and he is also the person he has cared for and cared for since he crossed over. The shadow of this person has penetrated into every aspect of his life, and even when he leaves this person, he will be lost for three days years.

But he knows better than anyone else that this person should be a giant dragon soaring in the sky, and he should be looking at Wushuang so that no one can resist him. How could he be willing to enter the shallow pond and be imprisoned in the three-acre land beside him? Woolen cloth?

His eyelashes kept trembling, and complicated thoughts filled his mind, so chaotic that he almost couldn't see his own mind clearly.

After a long silence, he raised his hand and patted Mo Chenyuan's back lightly: "I've been tired for several days, let's go to sleep first."

Mo Chenyuan straightened up suddenly.

"You think I'm tired of hallucinations before I tell you these words?"

Lu Qianchuan didn't dare to look at him, for fear that if he met those red eyes full of heart, the iron heart he had pretended would be defeated.

He said: "You have a good rest first, we will continue talking tomorrow."

Mo Chenyuan sneered.

Tomorrow will come tomorrow, and there will be new things tomorrow. These words may not be brought up again until the year of the monkey. By then, who will get married and which child has already run around? Who can say for sure?

He didn't expect a response from Lu Qianchuan at first, but what he didn't expect was that his good senior brother neither agreed nor refused, and even played a game of delay with him.

His whole body quickly cooled down, and the affection just now seemed to be faking, and he said lightly: "Go in, I'll sleep with you."

Lu Qianchuan moved inside according to his words, and left all the hot place outside to him.

Mo Chenyuan held his breath in his chest, without saying a word, he took off his coat and kicked off his shoes, lying on the bed like an emotionless stake.

He lay on his back, closed his eyes for a while, and couldn't help but open them secretly to observe Lu Qianchuan's reaction carefully.

Lu Qianchuan faced the bed, leaving him with a straight back even when sleeping, and a pitch-black head. All personal feelings were tightly sealed and refused to leak out at all.

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

He closed his eyes again angrily, but his ears stood up sharply, waiting for Lu Qianchuan's breathing to be even and slow, and then quietly touched him and hugged him.

The word "like" is simple to say, but in fact it is an unsolvable poison and medicine.If you meet a crush who has been in love for many years, the poison and sex will be even stronger. The poison will burn all the internal organs, and the heart, liver, spleen and stomach will be kneaded into a small ball. From then on, only sour and spicy life will be left. Whether it can be sweet or not depends on the other party's reaction. .

Mo Chenyuan didn't taste any sweetness now, his heart was filled with sourness, and he wished he could cry in front of Lu Qianchuan in exchange for a soft heart.

Fortunately, he has not been stunned by the poison after all, and he knows what to do and what not to do-if he really went to cry for nothing, Lu Qianchuan would be so angry that Nasi Ming's sword would slap him.

A pool of blood was drawn.

He waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the slow and gentle breathing, instead he waited for a few suppressed muffled coughs.

I don't know if Lu Qianchuan is afraid of him worrying indiscriminately, or if he wants to maintain the admirable toughness on the bed, these suppressed coughs all shook his heart, and his whole heart was pulled out of the sauerkraut jar. Come, throw it into the oil pan in a blink of an eye, and the torment is tight.

After another muffled cough, Mo Chenyuan took a deep breath, turned over, and surrounded Lu Qianchuan from behind.

He deliberately slowed down his breathing and pretended to be asleep.

He could clearly feel that the back against his chest was slightly stiff, and those cold hands were carefully placed on the back of his hands, as if he wanted to move away but was afraid of alarming him.

In the end, those hands still didn't forcefully pull him away, and they shrank back in despair.

Mo Chenyuan's heart softened again.

It's only been a few days, and Lu Qianchuan has lost weight visibly to the naked eye, and the back leaning on his chest is hard and tight, and his hands are full of bones.

Lu Qianchuan was a little thin before, and coupled with his innate bookishness, he poked there like a green bamboo.Now the green bamboo is still the same green bamboo, but the bamboo joints are more and more visible, you have to be careful not to break it when you pick it up.

He suddenly regretted that he had used the forbidden technique just now to irritate people, and he showed his heart without warning.

Thinking about it this way, all the anger and discomfort were washed away with the torrential rain. He carefully hugged Lu Qianchuan, moved his right hand to the position of his heart, and slowly channeled a burst of spiritual power there.

The body in his arms froze again, the skin under his palm was beating very fast, and there was a faint tendency to be unable to hide it.

Mo Chenyuan was stunned for a moment, and the little flame that had just been extinguished by the cold wind and rain poked out his head again, the boundless expectation in his heart broke through the restraint, and grew taller and stronger.

Flowers are about to bloom in my heart.

Both of them acted as if the other was already fast asleep, one was using his spiritual power without making a sound, and a small bunch of secret and unknown expectations were growing crazily, but he kept telling himself not to worry; As a natural spirit stone that can store spiritual power, his eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, and he refused to open them for life and death.

Silent all night.

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Under the watering of the warm spiritual flow, Lu Qianchuan still couldn't hold back, and fell asleep thoroughly.

His body suffered heavy injuries one after another. At this time, he was weak and weak, and he could fall asleep just by touching a pillow.

In the silent darkness, he seemed to have a vague dream. In the dream was Mo Chenyuan from the original book, and the real owner of this body, Lu Qianchuan.

That Lu Qianchuan was much more tyrannical and colder than him, and there was never a time when the younger brother bargained with him about where to kneel and finally didn't kneel.

As soon as that person stood there, there was an arrogance that would rather not bend than bend, standing upright in front of the mountain gate of Wanlingzong, propping up the sky above Wanlingzong's head without saying a word.

He saw the other Mo Chenyuan walking slowly towards the other Lu Qianchuan. Neither of them spoke, and the anxious feeling of tit-for-tat confrontation in the air became more intense.

The other Mo Chenyuan is also much more sinister and paranoid than the Mo Chenyuan he is familiar with. He just walks slowly on the steps, but for no reason gives the feeling that you will be cut to pieces by him the next moment.

The two stood still in front of Jieshan Stone.

Mo Chenyuan raised his brows, and brushed most of the gloom off his face, with a happy expression as if he was going home to visit relatives, and he greeted briskly: "Eldest brother went out to greet him in person, Shen Yuan is ashamed."

Lu Qianchuan's expression was cold: "Stop talking nonsense."

Amidst the clanging sound of the sword being drawn, he saw that Lu Qianchuan, who was so indifferent to thousands of miles of ice and snow, turned his head slightly, and took time out of his busy schedule to look at him.

Lu Qianchuan was stunned, he didn't know if that Lu Qianchuan could see him, he hesitated, and nodded slightly tentatively.

To his surprise, that Lu Qianchuan still had a cold look on his face, but the corners of his mouth curved into a small arc, and he nodded slightly at him.