Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Chapter 160 The Reclusive Young Master and the Wandering Saint (10)

[Host, I can also check this kind of thing. ]

The little dumpling was confused.

This little thing doesn't require the host and the master to take action personally. Besides, didn't the host have no interest in these things before?

Lan Qian is slow and leisurely.

"Wouldn't it be nice to give you a break?"

[Of course...] The little dumpling was excited, but then he remembered that he didn't need a holiday at all. After all, he only needed to set up the program for monitoring.

But of course it listens to the host.

[Okay, host, I'll go take a rest. ]

It just so happens that I haven’t finished reading the new novel I just collected.

Lan Qian and Mo Chen used their lightness skills and within a few breaths, they landed silently on a tree near the fire.

As they got closer, they could roughly see the situation here. There were three bonfires in total, and there were seven or eight people surrounding each bonfire. Those people were all wearing the same clothes, and it was unknown which sect they belonged to.

At the moment they were talking in twos and threes.

"There are still two months before the martial arts conference, but the young master suddenly asked us to go to Fengyue City. I don't know what it is for."

"I also find it strange. The young master not only wants us to conceal our whereabouts, but also wants us to change out of the clothes of Yujian Villa. We may have to act in secret this time."

"Recently, the news has been spreading like wildfire in the martial arts world that a demon cult witch has stolen a secret manual handed down from ancient times. The incident happened to happen to be in Fengyue City. I wonder if the young master secretly summoned us here this time because of this matter."

"It should be related to this matter."

……

Although they talked in low voices, with Lan Qian and Mo Chen's skills, they naturally heard every word they said and understood that these were people from Yujian Villa.

The purpose of their trip to Fengyue City is most likely related to the secret book that was rumored to be stolen.

After listening for a while, Lan Qian turned her head and looked at Mo Chen.

They landed on the same branch and were already very close to each other. When she tilted her head, the distance between them became even closer. However, Lan Qian did not seem to realize that, and in order to lower her voice so that those people would not hear her, she slowly moved closer to his ear.

It was the first time a girl came so close to him, and Mo Chen's body stiffened slightly for a moment.

Even my breathing could not help but become lighter.

"Mo Chen,"

Only the two of them could hear the girl's voice. She leaned very close to him, as if she was in his arms. As her lips parted, her warm breath gently and softly sprinkled on his ears, making his heart tremble slightly.

"The identities and purposes of these people are clear now. Should we go back?"

A faint fragrance emanated from the girl.

His attention was all on her who was so close to him that he almost couldn't hear what she said. He only vaguely heard her asking him?

"Mo Chen?"

When the girl saw that he didn't answer, she looked at him with a hint of doubt.

Mo Chen suppressed his emotions and managed to regain his composure:

"it is good."

The people at Yujian Villa were still talking, but they had already talked about the trip to Fengyue City and the interior of the villa.

"It's a pity that the Second Young Master's body cannot practice martial arts. Otherwise, I have the Young Master of Yujian Villa. With the Second Young Master, even if I don't have the position of the leader of the martial arts world, I can still command the world!"

"Hush, don't talk nonsense about this."

Someone said quickly.

The first person was a little unconvinced: "What are you afraid of? Yujian Villa is the best villa in the world. In this year's martial arts conference, the young master will definitely win the position of leader of the martial arts world."

"Keep your voice down," another person advised, his voice even lower than before, "I'm not talking about the position of the leader of the martial arts world, but..."

He carefully looked around and found that no one else noticed them, so he whispered, "Second Young Master's affairs should not be discussed rashly."

"What does this mean?"

The other person wanted to explain, but suddenly heard a cough next to him.

The person who spoke should be the team leader. He glanced coldly at the two people who spoke and said seriously:

"Don't make any noise unless necessary."

"Yes."

The two men didn't dare to speak again.

Having heard the words, Lan Qian no longer needed to stay here. She gently pulled the man's sleeve, indicating that they were leaving.

Mo Chen nodded slightly.

Just as Lan Qian was about to use her Qinggong, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist. She was slightly startled and looked back at him, but saw that the man's expression did not seem to have changed. He only whispered:

"Let's go."

He took her with him, and after a few ups and downs, they both returned to the side of the fruit tree.

"Sorry, it was urgent."

He slowly let go of her hand.

Although Lan Qian didn't think there was anything urgent, she still smiled and said, "It's nothing. People in the martial arts world don't mind small matters."

"Ah."

Mo Chen's gaze lowered slightly and fell on the wrist that he had just held, and his eyes became deeper.

The two men took the dry firewood back to the cave and made a fire.

When it was time to rest, Mo Chen looked at the dark sky outside, turned around and said to Lan Qian: "You rest well here, I'll be outside to watch."

Having said that, he stood up.

"Wait," Lan Qian pulled his sleeve, "Why are you guarding outside? You should also have a good rest."

"Qianqian...it might be dangerous at night."

Mo Chen felt a little helpless and a little worried. The girl was so unguarded. Although he could be considered her old friend and brother, they had only known each other for a few days. How could she not be on guard against him at all?

Besides, boys and girls are not allowed to sit at the same table after the age of seven. Although people in society are not particular about trivial matters, it would be detrimental to her reputation if they were in the same room.

He did not say these explicitly, but instead found an obvious reason, but this reason was easily refuted by the girl.

"Don't worry, I have sprinkled poison powder at the entrance of the cave."

When Lan Qian just came in, she sprinkled a circle of poison powder outside. Those poisons were left by the original owner.

"Neither poisonous insects nor wild beasts can get in."

Even if it was a human, he would have fainted outside.

Hearing this, Mo Chen looked at her, and there seemed to be something stained deep in his dark eyes, making it difficult to distinguish.

"You really want me to stay?"

He asked her in a low voice.

"Of course," Lan Qian pulled him to sit down again, her fingers still tugging at his sleeve, "If you were to stay outside, I would definitely feel guilty, and how could I rest in peace?"

The man was silent for a while.

After all, I had my own selfish motives and didn't insist.

"it is good."

……

It was late at night, but the burning flames were still bright, and the warm light quietly illuminated the equally stunning men and women.

The girl has fallen asleep.

The man was still awake, quietly looking at the girl's beautiful sleeping face. His beautiful hand like white jade slowly raised up, wanting to touch the girl's profile, but stopped at the last moment before touching the girl.

The dark eyes were gloomy and dark, and the expression was unfathomable.

The slender fingers stopped in mid-air, and the fingertips seemed to move slightly.

After a long time, he slowly retracted it.

He closed his eyes slightly. The girl trusted him so much, how could he get close to her when she was off guard?

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