Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

"Your Majesty, are the injuries serious?" Meng Xing frowned and asked worriedly.

"It's very serious..." Wen Rulan replied in a complicated tone.

It wasn't originally this serious.

But it’s really not Meng Xing’s fault, it’s his own uncertainty. And although the injury must have gotten worse... Wen Rulan still felt that it was worth it when she recalled what she had just seen.

He might have really fallen under some love spell. Wen Rulan looked at Meng Xing's angular profile and thought to herself.

"Is there any way to alleviate it?" Meng Xing asked again. He was really worried about Wen Rulan's injury, and he didn't notice the desire surging in Wen Rulan's eyes.

ease? Wen Rulan assessed the current situation. His thoughts were still hard to calm down, and he still needed time to dissipate the rampant medicinal properties. He was not ready to treat internal injuries for the time being.

But he can deal with trauma.

Wen Rulan did not plan to do it by herself, but said feebly in a hoarse voice: "I don't have much strength, please help me apply the medicine."

With that said, he took out a bottle of medicine for treating injuries from his storage bag and handed it to Meng Xing.

Meng Xing took the medicine bottle and immediately prepared to help Wen Rulan apply the medicine. For the sword mark on Wen Rulan's chest, he had torn off some of the nearby clothes to clean the wound. Now he could apply medicine directly, but after applying the medicine, it had to be bandaged, and it was inconvenient to bandage while wearing clothes.

So Meng Xing suggested: "Your Majesty, would you like to take off your clothes?"

He said this without any fancy thoughts, purely out of responsibility for the wounded, but when Wen Rulan heard it, it automatically expanded and turned into an indescribable restricted scene.

Wen Rulan suppressed her restless thoughts and replied in as calm a tone as possible: "Come on."

After receiving the agreement, Meng Xing began to take action. Because he had been the emperor for ten days, he had some experience in how to put on and take off these complicated ancient robes, so he moved very quickly and untied Wen Rulan's top in three strokes.

Under the open skirt, fair and well-proportioned skin is revealed. Although Wen Rulan's figure is on the thin side, he is not too skinny to show off. He is just the right amount of skinny, like a sculpture carefully crafted by an artist, with every muscle line revealing a slender beauty.

But Meng Xing had no time to pay attention, he was focused on the sword wound. He had been hit by an arrow not long ago, and he knew how painful the flesh-opening wound was, and Wen Rulan's sword wound was obviously more serious than his that time.

Every time he was injured, Wen Rulan took care of him carefully and reciprocated with courtesy, so Meng Xing deliberately moved lightly and carefully poured the medicine on the injured area.

But no matter how careful you are, it is expected to be very painful. Meng Xing suddenly thought of a way. When the attention is diverted, the pain will often be weakened.

So while continuing the action at hand, he raised his head and wanted to say a few words to Wen Rulan to distract him.

But when he raised his head, he realized that he didn't need to distract him at all. Wen Rulan's eyes were staring directly at his open collar.

When Meng Xing changed clothes before, he just put his clothes on his body without tying them up. Then Wen Rulan suddenly vomited blood, and he hurriedly ran over to catch him. So now, his condition is similar to Wen Rulan's, both clothes are disheveled and the skirts are dirty. Large open.

He had no distracting thoughts when he was applying the medicine to Wen Rulan, but Wen Rulan's eyes were dark and revealing. She traced the outline of his muscles with her eyes, feeling all the way from his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, and there was a tendency to go downwards.

Although the mind-reading skill was gone, Meng Xing seemed to hear the pornographic literature ringing in his heart again.

Meng Xing: "..."

Forget it, who made him a wounded person? Meng Xing thought to himself, and then let Wen Rulan take advantage of him with his gaze.

This transfer of attention was very successful. When Meng Xing finished applying the medicine and bandaging it, Wen Rulan didn't even react. It wasn't until Meng Xing reminded him that he finally came to his senses, and then looked away as if nothing had happened. Meng Xing's sight interrupted the literary creation in his mind.

After regaining consciousness, Wen Rulan realized belatedly that the white cloth used to bandage her chest had been tied into a big bow by Meng Xing. The bow looked nice, but it was really inconsistent with his identity as a demon king.

Wen Rulan frowned, obviously she didn't like the bow very much, and she reached out to untie it.

When Meng Xing saw this, he deliberately looked innocent and frustrated: "I'm not very good at bandaging. Don't you like it, Your Majesty?"

Wen Rulan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He struggled internally for a moment, and finally took his hand back and said against his will, "It doesn't matter."

He really couldn't express his love, so he could only use these two words to vaguely express it.

Meng Xing was laughing so hard in his heart that he couldn't stop laughing, but he still pretended to be serious on his face and said considerately: "If your Majesty likes it, I will help you change your dressing tomorrow."

Wen Rulan: "..."

It doesn’t matter if he agrees, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t. In the end, I had to find a random excuse to bring up the topic: "It's late at night, let's rest."

As he spoke, he took out a brand new piece of clothing from his storage bag and put it on, firmly covering the bow on his chest, closing his eyes and entering a state of trance.

Meng Xing also crossed his legs in the same manner and carefully searched for the demonic energy in his body. Although he is a scumbag, he has not given up on himself. What if he suddenly awakens and achieves enlightenment and breaks through in one fell swoop?

There is no such suddenness. Others enter concentration and devote themselves wholeheartedly, absorbing the spiritual energy floating in the world, introducing it into the body and converting it into demonic energy that circulates in the meridians. He fell asleep while turning around, and his posture changed from Sitting cross-legged turned into swaying and falling to the ground.

And impartially, his head rested on Wen Rulan's lap.

Wen Rulan was forced to wake up from her trance state. She looked at the sleeping man lying on her lap and thought in her heart that she should push this man away who dared to offend her. When her hands actually came to the other person's side, she couldn't. He just helped Meng Xing straighten the broken hair on his forehead, and slightly adjusted his sitting position to make the other person sleep more comfortably.

He did not practice any more, but looked at Meng Xing's sleeping side face through the dancing flames of the campfire. The serious injuries seemed to have suddenly become irrelevant. His eyebrows became soft unconsciously, and his fingers inserted into the other man's hair. , gently caressing.

The night passed quickly, and Meng Xing felt that he hadn't slept enough when he was suddenly woken up from his sleep.

He was a little confused when he first woke up, and when he was about to ask something, someone covered his mouth.

"Shh." Wen Rulan sat behind Meng Xing, holding him in her arms. She covered Meng Xing's mouth with one hand, put the other to her lips, and whispered "shh" behind Meng Xing's ear.

Meng Xing's mind immediately cleared, and he realized that something must have happened.

While obediently keeping quiet, he suddenly remembered that the bonfire was still lit, and the light of the fire could easily attract the enemy's attention, so he quickly tried to put out the bonfire.

Wen Rulan noticed this at the same time. Before Meng Xing made a move, he grasped it with his five fingers. The bonfire on the ground seemed to have been hit by a strong wind, and the fire was instantly blown out by the wind.

After the bonfire was extinguished, Meng Xing held his breath, trying to hear what was going on outside. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything. His consciousness was so weak that it was almost nonexistent.

But Wen Rulan was different. He frowned slightly, and his outward spiritual consciousness detected the person he least wanted to encounter among all the righteous monks, Gu Feng.

Although he was still in the early stage of the Mahayana stage, Gu Feng, who struck out with that sword, was much stronger than those leaders of various factions who were in the Great Perfection state of the Mahayana stage.

Even Wen Rulan, who was in his prime, was defeated. When he met the opponent now, there would be no miracle of a desperate counterattack. After all, how could God help a devil like him?

He was thinking of a way out. When Meng Xing was fast asleep at night, he had already placed a ban on the entrance of the cave to hide it from others, so Meng Xing was able to sleep until now, otherwise the groups of monks passing by the cave entrance at night would have discovered them.

But that's just because the monks passing by are not very strong. This restriction can be hidden from them, but the same cannot be said for Gu Feng. Wen Rulan now does not dare to underestimate this righteous elite at all. It is better to avoid it if possible. .

As for how to avoid it... Actually, when Wen Rulan realized that Gu Feng was nearby, an idea automatically popped into her mind based on her past thinking inertia.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain. What to use to tune the tiger? Isn't this little demon cultivator in his hand a ready-made bait?

He could inject a burst of his own demonic energy into Meng Xing to attract the attention of Gu Feng and others, and then trick Meng Xing into staying alone while he left far away.

Then he can escape successfully. As for what will happen to Meng Xing in the end, of course he will be found by the group of righteous monks who fell into the trap and killed him to vent their anger.

This is Wen Rulan's consistent way of thinking, which is completely self-centered. Others are chess pieces that can be used and discarded, including blood relatives.

If anyone else was with him today, he would adopt this plan with the highest success rate. But what Meng Xing said... Wen Rulan looked at the man in her arms with her mouth covered with complicated eyes. Not to mention that she was really using him as bait, she just thought that Meng Xing might be chased by those chasing her. He was furious when he killed the righteous monks who killed him.

He must take the other person away with him. Although this will greatly increase the difficulty of his escape and even cause him to be caught up by the righteous monks, as long as this person is Meng Xing, he will not have the second option.

"Follow me and don't make a sound." When she noticed that Gu Feng was getting closer and closer, Wen Rulan whispered in Meng Xing's ear.

Meng Xing nodded, although he was still outside the situation and had no idea what enemies were outside.

Wen Rulan held Meng Xing's palm and pulled him toward the inside of the cave.

In fact, this cave does not only have one exit. It is very deep inside and seems to be connected to the depths of the mountain. But Meng Xing only carried Wen Rulan dozens of meters away from the cave entrance because it was deep and dark inside and he could not tell what it was. In the monster's lair, for a warrior like him, he would die if he met a righteous monk, or he would die if he met a monster, so Meng Xing did not dare to go too deep.

In fact, Wen Rulan was also worried about this. In this state, he would be fine if he encountered ordinary monsters, but he would be worried if he encountered a powerful one.

But there is no choice now. This is the only escape route for him and Meng Xing.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020052200:23:432020052301:27:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: ghoul, I teased a ghost on the grave;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of regular; 5 bottles of blueberry jam; 2 bottles of one-year-old prosperous duck; 1 bottle of White Night Pagoda;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!