Really not a villain

Ying Chen's hand holding the teacup paused for a moment, then raised his head and said, "How do you manage it?"

"Well, let me think about it." Mu Jiangling tilted his head, seemed quite distressed, and showed a wild smile for a while, "How about killing it?"

Ying Chen stopped drinking tea, and looked at him carefully, as if trying to see a little bit of joking from his face.

"That's half a beast."

Things that have something to do with God are not always easy to touch.

Mu Jiangling took the untouched tea from his hand quite naturally, and drank it all in one gulp: "So what? After killing it, you will offend the gods, be damned by the gods, have disordered fate, and die a good death?"

The usual carelessness on his face disappeared, and his eyes turned deep. He stared at Ying Chen's vertical pupils, and said word by word: "It's just a harmful beast! Gods can't tell right from wrong?"

Ying Chen stood up and pressed his shoulder: "Don't go."

Mu Jiangling slapped his hand away, and said with a sneer, "The rumors about gods are nothing more than nonsense and alarmist talk, just rumors that want to scare people into being honest! I don't..."

Ying Chen said lightly: "I am here. So, you are not allowed to go."

Hearing these words, he was confused, but Mu Jiangling suddenly froze in place, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He is here, he is a god, but he also prevents himself from slaughtering the dragon.

God's wrath is not groundless, moreover, mortals cannot bear it.

He asked: "Those words are all spread from the fairy gate. You mean, what the fairy gate said is actually true? Is the fairy master really the envoy of the gods???"

"perhaps."

"Perhaps?" The teacup in Mu Jiangling's hand fell to the ground and shattered, and he stepped forward and grabbed Ying Chen's shoulder with force, "Why? Why? How can he, Xuan Zhenchen, be an envoy of God?"

Ying Chen tolerated his rather rude behavior, and only said: "I don't know."

"I don't know? You don't know? I have personally seen the land under the jurisdiction of Qingyuntai. During the famine, the hell along the way!" Mu Jiangling hoarsely said, "They will not reduce the food collection, and they will not open warehouses for disaster relief! The epidemic is rampant, Ah Jiu Went to Pengzhou to save people, but Qingyuntai put him in the ice prison!!!”

"Why? Why?" He lowered his voice, but revealed a heart-wrenching hatred, "Xuan Xichen, what kind of scum did he accept under his family?! The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, as expected, the god of shit is not What a good thing!!!”

Ying Chen suddenly shouted: "Mu Jiangling!"

This was the first time he called Mu Jiangling's name.

Mu Jiangling was shocked, as if waking up from a big dream, raised his head and muttered: "What... what?"

"You..." Ying Chen was about to say something, but when he saw his eyes, he simply slashed down with a knife, knocked him out, carried him to the bed, and glanced at the wooden window that was not closed tightly, "bad air?"

The thin bracelet on his wrist jingled lightly, his emotionless eyes glowed, the vertical pupils shrank slightly, and a thin red mist gradually appeared in the room, floating around, and pouring in continuously through the cracks in the window .

Ying Chen pushed open the wooden window, seeing blood red in his eyes.He subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, squinted his eyes and looked, this strange red mist was floating in the whole city, and he didn't know the source.Ying Chen thought for a while, the light in his eyes began to fade, and the red mist also faded, and finally there was nothing, only a clean and empty city in his eyes.

This red mist is invisible to mortals.

Ying Chen rubbed the thin bracelet a few times, his face was full of anger and disdain, the golden light in his eyes suddenly lit up again, and he shouted at Hong Wu: "Get out!"

The window frame slammed, and the red mist quickly receded as if it was burning.

How dare a mere Jiaolong come to provoke him?

Really don't know how to live or die.

After repelling the red mist, Ying Chen went to the bed and sat down, checked Mu Jiangling's pulse, and found that there was nothing serious, but he inhaled some evil energy and was knocked out by himself.

But he frowned again, lost in thought.

Why is that "Ah Jiu" so familiar?Deja vu, but not the same.

But he couldn't remember at all, when, where, and who he heard, he yelled "Ah Jiu" heartbreakingly.

is it you?

Ying Chen looked down at his sleeping face, saw the black hair scattered on the pillow, and stretched out his hand to touch it lightly.

Mu Jiangling moved uneasily, as if falling into a nightmare, unconsciously grabbed the hand hanging by the bed, tears slowly seeped from his closed eyes, and whispered: "Master..."

There are quite a few people who care.

Ying Chen touched the soft hair a few more times, finally noticed a stack of quilts on the bed, remembered what he said about "fragile mortal bodies", pulled it over, covered it, and then put the hand hanging outside Fished in.

Mu Jiangling was stimulated in his drowsiness, and instinctively grabbed him with his backhand.

Ying Chen: "..."

He tried to order: "Let go."

No response.

After thousands of years, Ying Chen felt that his pitiful patience as a god was probably wasted on Mu Jiangling except for taking care of Sanqinguo.

Don't let it go.

Can't he pull his hand out by himself?

Just when Ying Chen was trying to pull his hand out, Mu Jiangling suddenly sobbed softly.

…………

To be honest, I really don't want to have too much intersection with mortals.

Vulnerable, greedy, ignorant...

Well, although this one seems a little different.

But just as troublesome.

Mu Jiangling didn't really want to open his eyes.

The bed under him was so soft that he didn't want to move.

How could I sleep in such a soft place?

The disconnected memory is like an old movie, blurry, occasionally flashing something, and then quickly returning to darkness.

After a long, long time, there was a sudden light: "Mu Jiangling!"

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Ying Chen was sitting next to him, and said coldly, "Are you awake?"

He answered ignorantly, "Well, I'm awake."

"When you wake up, let go of your hands."

Following Ying Chen's gaze, the expression on Mu Jiangling's face cracked bit by bit: "Me? You?"

"Ok?"

Mu Jiangling wrapped the quilt tightly, huddled into a ball, looked at Yingchen, and hesitated to speak.

Ying Chen shook his stiff wrist: "As soon as I withdraw my hand, you cry and yell."

Mu Jiangling silently covered his face, wishing to bury himself completely under the quilt.

Shame! ! !

He also remembered what earth-shattering things he had done since he fell asleep.

In front of a god, calling a god is bullshit.

It was a miracle to wake up alive.

Mu Jiangling raised his face, and said awkwardly, "Well...what I said before is all nonsense, don't take it to heart..."

Ying Chen: "You have been infected by the evil spirit of the dragon."

No wonder.Mu Jiangling quietly covered his little heart, he really didn't understand why he lost his temper with Chen like that, it was as if he was possessed by something.

Ying Chen: "Go to Suojiang Tower tomorrow morning."

Mu Jiangling: "Didn't you forbid me to go?"

Ying Chen raised the corners of his lips, his smile was chilling: "It provokes me."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

I can only offer incense for that dragon silently.

There was fog on the river in the early morning, and a small boat pushed through the milky white mist and came slowly.Standing at the bow of the boat, Mu Jiangling could vaguely see a tower tower standing on Huilongji, built of green bricks, with a stone-cut vault and octagonal pointed, simple and solemn.It seems that it has always been there, standing upright, guarding this side of the river.

But now I can't keep it.

Mu Jiangling looked back at the leisurely Ying Chen—that guy closed his eyes and leaned on the boat, perfectly explaining what it means to row a boat without paddles, and rely entirely on waves!

That's right, this boat has no oars.

When borrowing it, Ying Chen said with disgust, "Zhouji? Abandoned."

Then he paddled the river a few times casually, and the boat went towards the Suojiang tower in a leisurely manner.

Mu Jiangling: "... Is it really okay for us to cross the river so blatantly?"

Ying Chen: "Reciprocity is a courtesy."

This god is still very vengeful.

Mu Jiangling broke off his fingers, and found sadly that he seemed to have offended people, oh no, gods, already.If it weren't for the gold medal for avoiding death on his body, he would probably be cold in Cangwu Mountain.

He slowly moved to Ying Chen's side, and said: "What are you going to do? You don't know that suppressing rune, do you? Are you going to kill Jiaolong? Since you are a god, the wrath of God should be useless to you, hey, but You can't use divine power in the mortal world, how can you kill?"

Ying Chen: "God's wrath is not descended from the gods."

Mu Jiangling: "Who is that?"

Ying Chen: "The Great Dao."

"Oh." Mu Jiangling probably understood, "That is to say, you can't mess around in the mortal world, otherwise you will be punished by the Dao. What about those gods who leaked the secret to the immortal sect?"

Ying Chen's hands leisurely touching the water stiffened for a moment, a little melancholy appeared between his brows, and he glanced at him lightly: "I haven't been able to go back."

Naturally, it is impossible to know what happened.

Mu Jiangling: "...I'm sorry."

Ying Chen: "Then give me back the Sanqingguo."

Mu Jiangling shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, this won't work, I haven't..."

The voice stopped suddenly, the river suddenly had a huge wave, the boat was swept up into the sky suddenly, a five-clawed dragon with red scales jumped out of the water, and roared angrily at them, the white mist was dyed blood in an instant, and the undercurrent at the bottom of the river was turbulent , gradually turned into a vortex, twisting the ship plank to pieces.

Mu Jiangling's feet were empty, and he was in a bad mood, so he hurriedly drew his sword.Hong Chen pulled out of the sheath in response, supported him firmly, and opened a barrier to block Hong Wu three feet away.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the turbid waves below rose again, aggressively, and hit him head and face. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been photographed directly into the river.

Mu Jiangling: "Yingchen, are you trying to drown me???"

Ying Chen stepped on the waves below, folded his arms, his eyes gleamed with golden light, and looked directly at Jiaolong. For the first time, his indifferent face showed such vivid arrogance: "Naughty animal!"

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