Destiny Villain: I can check the script of my life!

"I'll listen to the music, help me find a seat." Su Changqing said.

"Okay, tonight happens to be the day when I, the leader of Youlanfang, play music in the wind and clear snow. Sir, please come in quickly."

Su Changqing stepped into the big boat. There were already many people inside, holding the girl in their arms, with their hands deep in their clothes, and some were sitting in the attic.

There is a high platform in the middle of the boat, shrouded in red transparent gauze. You can vaguely see a woman inside, with a slender figure, full curves, convex front and back, which is touching.

He glanced around slightly and sat down in the corner by the window.

I saw the red-blooded scholar at the front, holding the two girls in his arms, peeping at Feng Qingxue on the high platform.

There were more and more people. Feng Qingxue looked outside the window screen, sighed softly, and started playing music.

This song is captivating and tugs at the heartstrings.

The entire ship fell silent. Some were mesmerized by what they heard, while others were inexplicably shocked.

"I heard that Feng Qingxue is the daughter of Master Feng, the director of Dali Temple. Later, she was framed and imprisoned for offending a castrated dog, and her daughter also ended up like this."

Some people sighed, wishing they could rush up to comfort Feng Qingxue.

Soon, the song ended. Feng Qingxue only sang one song every day, all of which were mournful songs, but there was still an endless stream of people coming.

It was already late at night, and the red scholar abandoned the two girls around him and turned around to leave.

Su Changqing threw away a couple of pieces of silver and left silently.

On the loft of the ship, Feng Qingxue looked at the bright moon in the sky and stroked the piano in her hand. Her skin was covered with snow, her appearance was peerless, her facial features were exquisite, and her eyes were lonely.

"My father was killed and imprisoned. As far as I'm concerned, if I have a chance, I will kill all the castrated dogs in the world!"

"Kill all the geldings, what's the problem? You sleep with me and I'll teach you martial arts."

A voice suddenly came from behind, and a figure of a scholar in red appeared.

His eyes are very soft, his cheeks are very white, he looks like a woman, he has nothing on his body, and a red ribbon around his waist is very conspicuous.

"Who are you?" Feng Qingxue's face changed in shock and she quickly backed away.

"I don't like women who resist me." The red scholar sneered and slowly sat on a chair nearby.

"My words are still valid. You are just a weak woman. If you want to learn martial arts, then sleep with me."

"In just one sleep, you can learn my martial arts classics and kill a few gelded dogs. Isn't it easy?"

Feng Qingxue was stunned in place, with exquisite facial features and picturesque eyebrows. This scene made the scarlet scholar feel itchy in his heart.

Outside the window, Su Changqing changed into a Feiyu suit. It was as dark as ink, shrouded in the night, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"If this red-blooded scholar takes off his clothes, I can kill him with one blow! If he doesn't take off his clothes, I can also take advantage of him if he gets intimate with this woman."

His eyes narrowed slightly and he thought to himself.

Su Changqing decided to wait.

"Qingxue, come out and play one more song. A noble man has offered me eight hundred taels for you to play one more song." Outside the door, suddenly the madam of Youlanfang pushed the door in and said with great joy on his face.

Since buying Feng Qingxue, Youlanfang's business has been getting better and better day by day, and is about to surpass the other two major music studios.

The madam entered the door and saw the red scholar sitting on the chair, and her expression suddenly changed.

This blind girl who dared to steal her was about to curse.

The red scholar's eyes were cold and his hands were filled with true energy. He instantly grabbed him and pierced his chest and abdomen, causing blood to splash everywhere.

The madam fluttered twice and soon became silent.

Ordinary people are like ants in front of the realm of true energy.

"Have you chosen?"

The red scholar licked the blood on his fingers, calmly, and turned to look at Feng Qingxue.

"Okay, I'll stay with you all night."

Feng Qingxue's eyes trembled with fear, she almost didn't scream, she took a deep breath and said.

"Beauty, you really make my heart move. I will teach you the method of reversing yin and yang."

The red scholar was about to take off his clothes. He untied his belt. The purple-red belt was extremely soft. Place it on the ground.

Feng Qingxue was also taking off her clothes. Suddenly her eyes changed and she ran towards the door.

"I've been wary of you for a long time." The red scholar smiled and grabbed Feng Qingxue with one hand.

Feng Qingxue's face was flustered, and her face turned pale with fear.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke out of the window. His whole body was shrouded in darkness, with only a pair of indifferent eyes, as sharp as lightning.

The long knife in his hand swung down.

It was like a wild beast roaring in the room, its power was frightening, its blade was dazzling, and it roared through the air.

The first strike of the Tyrant Sword, the Death Slash!

The red scholar's expression suddenly changed, and he dodged, but his right arm was cut off directly, and blood spattered out.

The blood was dazzling, dyeing Feng Qingxue's sight red. She was very close, her white dress was dyed red, and she froze in place.

"Is this the bloody world?" she said in a daze.

The red scholar's right arm was cut off, and the pain was almost heartbreaking. He rolled around like a lazy donkey and got up.

He grabbed the red belt that he had taken off, poured in his true energy, and instantly turned into a blood-red soft sword.

"Are you Jin Yiwei so shameless? You are worse than a castrated dog!" The red scholar held a sword in his left hand and looked at Su Changqing in shock and horror.

Su Changqing covered his face. He couldn't even recognize who this person was. He could only see the gold embroidered flying fish suit.

This kind of sneak attack is so inappropriate!

He just took off his pants!

Without saying a word, Su Changqing rushed towards him, his long knife slicing through the air with a clanking sound.

The red scholar could only use his left hand sword to block the attack.

This sword is extremely powerful, with a blood-red and strange color. It still shows no signs of decline when it collides with the Frost and Snow Blade, which shows that the material used is extremely extraordinary.

The surrounding wooden piles broke layer by layer, and the cabin shook. Countless people discovered it and began to come to the attic.

"Damn thieves, they only take advantage of others' misfortunes. You wait!" The Red Scholar felt exhausted and gritted his teeth.

His right arm was cut off, and most of his strength was gone. In Su Changqing's hands, he would die if he could not last more than ten rounds!

The Red Scholar slashed with a single sword, and the purple blood was strange, turning the wooden table in the attic into pieces. He jumped up, his feet surged, and his toes kicked one by one.

This is the Yin-Yang Step, which is the Red Scholar's famous method, and the speed is extremely fast.

Dozens of broken wood instantly turned into afterimages and went straight in front of Su Changqing.

His eyes condensed, and the Frost and Snow Blade danced wildly in his hand, without leaking any of the mixed origin.

A tiny wood chip passed by and cut Su Changqing's cheek, blood spilled, and the black veil fell off.

Su Changqing took a deep breath. He didn't expect that the footwork could be used in this way.

Everyone in this world is not simple. Even if they are in a desperate situation, they still have a chance to escape.

"Take me away..." Feng Qingxue stared at Su Changqing's face and begged.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stood alone under the moon. Her white clothes were stained with blood, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and there was a trace of beautiful and sad beauty.

Su Changqing glanced at her, without stopping, and then his figure jumped down from the window at a very fast speed.