The villain does one good thing every day

Quan Wuyong woke up early and went out to run errands for his senior brother.The reason for getting up early is to avoid passers-by.

But even though he went up the mountain at dawn and brought the Ganoderma lucidum down the mountain, there were more people in the street market.

He walked through the street, and the eyes of the surroundings fell on him intentionally or not deliberately. Every time he passed a place, the conversation there stopped suddenly.

20 days ago, the evil beast ran away, stampede to death 15 people at the entrance of the city, and the Quan family could no longer hide the evil. It has solidified the reputation of nourishing evil spirits.

The Shaman who was supposed to be brought to justice brought the debut of Ling Xing when the evil came to attack the city from the Western Regions, repelled the intruder, and changed from a person awaiting trial to a lifesaver.The merits and demerits were not discussed in detail, Master Qingfeng of the Quan family interceded, personally explained to the villagers, and took the Yangsha junior brother back to Quan's house, promising that there would be no such incidents again.

Are people satisfied?

Judging from the feelings of Quan Wuyong going out on the street, it is far from it.

Quan Wuyong held his bag with his head down, and didn't look at anyone. He never knew that the eyes of ordinary people can be so sharp, like walking in a corridor full of eyes, he can even feel the sharpness of those eyes. The eyelashes fluttered and fluttered, touching his body.

He was shocked, and the people around him took a step back even more.

Quan Wuyong pretended not to see it.

Without looking up, he turned into the medicine shop, and without opening his mouth, he handed over a note.

The boss is an old man. After reading the article, he looked at him through the glasses, pushed the glasses, took the medicinal herbs basket, and turned to the backyard: "There are some flavors that don't match, just wait a moment."

It is useless for a few young helpers to look at the power together.

"I heard that people who raise evil spirits are ruthless. Isn't there an old saying, 'The evil spirit needs blood to raise it'."

"Yeah, yeah, have you ever heard of the legendary Daoist Tiandao? It happened many years ago, the sword you saw last time, is it that..."

"Don't say it, don't say it, he is a hero, he saved us, otherwise the monsters from the Western Regions will just ignore us." Someone said with a smile.

Another person gave him a blank look: "Shit, the demon from the Western Regions didn't come in, it's fine if he flew past the door, why don't you say that he did it on purpose just to show off."

"Otherwise, it's good to say that the famous sect is a big school. If fifteen people died, it will be over hahaha."

"So seven gold is better, but it's a pity that Beihai is no longer decent..."

Their voices became louder and louder, as if they were speaking to Quan Wuyou.

The one in front of him endured it all, but when he heard Qi Jin he turned around and shouted: "What's so good about Qi Jin? You were not born in that era, so why do you talk like they are great! It's not him who protects you now !"

His anger came so suddenly that several young people froze in place.

The boss has come back and coughed lightly.

Quan Wuyong quickly turned his head, took the medicine bag and wanted to run, but the boss grabbed his wrist.

The boss looked up at him: "This little brother, did he catch a cold?"

Quan Wuyong looked at the old man's face and nodded slowly.

The boss took a medicine bag from under the table and handed it to him: "Treat it."

Quan Wuyong was stunned, he looked at the medicine package, then at the boss, took it with trembling hands, and cried.

The boss also stayed.

Quan Wuyong wiped his face, said sorry, turned around and ran, hugging the medicine bag tightly.

He ran briskly all the way back to Quan's house, and then ran directly to the door of the senior brother's room. He had just arrived at the door when the senior brother came out. When he saw him, he kicked him: "Run, run, jump!"

Quan Wuyong stopped moving immediately, and handed the medicine to the senior brother, who took it and looked at him with a frown: "What are you laughing at?"

Did you laugh, Quan Wuyong didn't realize it, so he quickly cleaned up his expression.The senior brother saw the medicine bag he was trying to hide in his hand, turned around and entered the room without saying anything.

Quan Wuyong jumped back to his room with the kindness specially given to him by a certain villager.

***

Quan Qingfeng returned to the room and started to cook medicine. The cough on the bed became louder. Quan Qingfeng hurried over and tucked the quilt into the person on the bed: "Is it because I opened the door?"

There was a pale man on the bed, with a face in his thirties, white hair, and blind eyes who turned around with Quan Qingfeng's voice, but without focus.

Quan Qingfeng helped him up: "Master, wait a moment, the medicine will be ready soon."

The man shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you useless again?"

Quan Qingfeng was silent for a while.

The master frowned and pointed at him sternly, but because he couldn't see, he pointed in the wrong direction. Quan Qingfeng put his forehead on the master's fingers. Didn't I teach you?"

Quan Qingfeng hummed twice: "No."

"You..." Master coughed again.

Quan Qingfeng helped him to sit upright, and went to fetch the medicine, while the master was still babbling, Quan Qingfeng said to himself while pouring the medicine: "With so many words, I'm not afraid that my life will be shortened."

Although he couldn't see with eyes, the master with good ears shouted angrily, "What did you say?"

Quan Qingfeng: "Nothing, nothing." He came back with the medicine.

He handed the medicine bowl to Master, and Master took it while touching it with trembling hands.

Quan Qingfeng found a chair, sat next to him, and began to flip through the alchemy book.

Master sighed: "Are you still doing this kind of thing?"

Quan Qingfeng hummed.

"Have you let Wuwu take the blame for you again?"

Quan Qingfeng hummed again: "I want to put a small one out to practice first, to prepare for Ling Xing, and it went off fire."

Master frowned: "Has anyone been hurt?"

Quan Qingfeng turned a page of the book: "No."

"really?"

Quan Qingfeng turned another page of the book: "Really."

Master suddenly fell silent, and it took a long time before he spoke again: "Qingfeng, why are you so obsessed with Qijin?"

His disciple replied lightly: "Do I have any?"

"You have rejected anything related to Qijin since you were a child, how did Qijin offend you?"

Quan Qingfeng put down the book, and sighed: "You have asked me this since I was a child, and I have said it many times, I have no personal enmity with Qijin. I just can't understand the admiration Beihai people have for them, such a hypocritical thing that exists in their imagination The heroes in the movie have no meaning at all, I am doing it for their own good."

"How to be good for them? This is simply..."

"I will also become a hero, become the savior of Beihai, and then tell them that what protects them has always been the thing they are most afraid of. You will understand that whether it is a 'hero' or a 'savior', it is their own. I think their mistake is that they are too easy to be manipulated, and those who are manipulated should have the awareness to pay the price. The power that stands on the side of the majority will be regarded as a god, and the opposite will go to hell. This shit is the same The logic based on people's fragile beliefs is so vulnerable." Quan Qingfeng laughed.

Master still frowned with worry: "But..."

Quan Qingfeng waved his hand: "Where are there so many problems? If you were capable, you would have stopped me long ago. You group of people who think they are noble, including the Quan family, are my earliest experimental products. As long as it is beneficial You, you can all turn a blind eye. Besides, you don’t have the ability to stop me, so sit down and let me do it, so less nonsense.”

Master still: "But."

Quan Qingfeng grabbed the medicine bowl in his hand, poured the cold medicine on the ground, and stood up: "It's like this every time you come here, so you should let others take care of you."

Master sighed: "Qingfeng..."

Quan Qingfeng flung his sleeves and left, and went out the door without looking back.

He stood at the door, paused for a while, beckoned, and handed the medicine bowl to Xiaoxiu: "There are still some medicines, you make another bowl for him."

***

The one tied to the other end of Lingxing Yehong is a young Xiaoxiu.

In the first few days when Ling Xing came back, he would go berserk almost every night, because his dreams were full of things he should have remembered.The magic weapons that Quan Qingfeng searched everywhere finally came in handy, especially Yihong.As long as he is tied, Ling Xing's rampage will be blocked by the other end of Yihong first, so three people have died.

This Xiaoxiu named Sang Ma is the fourth one.He volunteered to come here because he heard that Ling Xing had defeated the invading monster from the Western Regions a few days ago, so he thought that as long as Ling Xing could be managed well, Beihai would definitely benefit.

So he came to the bottom of the tower with such a belief.

To his surprise, the "fierce" at the bottom of the tower was a child in his teens.

The child's eyes were cold, and he looked down on everyone. He was obviously locked up, but his expression was always indifferent.Master Qingfeng said that he couldn't remember the past.

At first, no one expected Sang Ma to be popular for a long time, but they didn't expect that it would last for three years, until the child was 15 years old, and Sang Ma was still alive.

Sang Ma never thought Ling Xing was scary, he had a younger brother, if it wasn't because he died young, he was as old as Ling Xing, so he regarded Ling Xing as a brother - one-sided, Ling Xing never even knew his name , although Sang Ma introduced herself, Ling Xing just glanced at him lazily, as if she didn't remember.Not only that, but Sang Ma also brought her fiancée here secretly once when no one knew about it, because the fiancee was moved by the best child in the world described by Sang Ma, and begged for a long time before coming with Sang Ma .

They came that day and brought a lot of delicious food to Ling Xing. Sang Ma was not as casual as usual, she was a little cautious that day, and arranged all the delicious food for Ling Xing, and even helped him put away the chopsticks, looking very sorry.

Ling Xing glanced at him and started eating without saying anything, and he also pretended not to see the curious looks from Sang Ma's fiancée, he just thought to himself, what a trouble, it's none of my business.

The polite fiancée just watched from a distance, not moving forward, but she whispered to Sang Ma secretly: "Can he fly?"

Sang Ma whispered back to him: "Of course, he is amazing, my cousin."

"Oh? He recognizes you as his brother!"

"...That's not yet..."

Ling Xing coughed, and the voice over there became a little softer.

The fiancée didn't stay for too long, and was about to leave after only a while. Sang Ma sent her to the door, and she said regretfully, "I didn't see him cast a spell..."

Sang Ma kissed the top of her head: "You will see, Ling Xing will become a hero protecting Beihai in the future."

The fiancee laughed, showing two dimples, nodded, and waved to Ling Xing.She raised her hand and knocked against the door, and the silver bracelet fell off.

Before it fell to the ground, a black thread picked up the silver bracelet and slowly moved it to the hand of the fiancee. The fiancee stretched out her hand in a daze, and put the silver bracelet on.

The fiancée looked at Ling Xing suddenly, and Ling Xing turned away.

The fiancée put her arms around Sang Ma, smiled and shouted at Ling Xing: "Then cousin, I'll see you next time."

Lingxing didn't answer.

Sang Ma smiled happily, and when she was happy, she swept the bottom of the tower inside and out, and asked Ling Xing if she wanted to go out for a walk.

Ling Xing looked at him, and although he was asking a question, his tone was flat: "Can I go out?"

Sang Ma nodded: "Yes, you are also from Beihai, take a look around this place, as long as you don't let Master Qingfeng find out."

"Am I from Beihai?"

Sang Ma nodded of course.

Ling Xing sneered: "Then why do you avoid Quan Qingfeng?"

Sang Ma was a little displeased: "You should use a respectful title for Master Qingfeng. You are too hostile to him. Master Qingfeng is not a bad person, and he is also for the good of Beihai."

Ling Xing turned to look at him: "Do you know how Sha is practiced?"

Sang Ma was stunned, he didn't know.He only knew that Master Qingfeng of the Quan family was refining evil spirits. The ancestors said it was for the Quan family and for Beihai. As for how to do it...he had never heard of it.

Ling Xing sneered and stopped talking.

Sang Ma walked over and opened the door: "Let's go, let's go out for a walk."

Ling Xing looked at him, thought for a while, jumped off the stage, and followed him out.

But as soon as they came to the front yard, they heard a crackling sound in Quan Wuyong's room, and Sang Ma became nervous: "Is something wrong?"

While talking, he ran to Quan Wuyong's room, and patted on the door anxiously: "Uncle, Uncle, what happened? Are you okay?"

Ling Xing crossed her arms and leaned aside, with a look of indifference.

There was no response, Sang Ma said: "I had to force my way."

As he said that, he slammed on the door, again and again, again and again, but he didn't knock it open. Quan Wuyong inside made a gasping sound like suffocation.

Ling Xing looked at Sang Ma, and raised her hand to signal him to step back, and Sang Ma obeyed.

Ling Xing kicked the door to pieces.

Sang Ma rushed in.

Quan Wuyong lay on the ground clutching his throat and struggling, kicking his legs indiscriminately, his eyes turned white, his tongue stuck out, and he twitched non-stop.

Sang Ma froze in place, sweating coldly, turned to look at Ling Xing: "What's wrong with him? What should we do?"

Ling Xing said: "I'm poisoned, go find Quan Qingfeng."

As soon as Sang Ma heard this, she ran out to call Quan Qingfeng. Ling Xing walked around the room, and saw the medicine bowl on the table, next to the medicine package paper, which said "cure typhoid fever", and was called by Quan Wuyong with a lot of emotion. Folded into the appearance of a thousand paper cranes.

Ling Xing reached out and turned over the standing thousand paper cranes, and the thousand paper cranes fell down.

Quan Qingfeng walked in slowly, looking not in a good mood, looked at Quan Wuyong on the ground, waved his hand and released a Sha, and the Sha got into Quan Wuyong's ear, and Quan Wuyong felt much better after a while, just sat down Get up, and spit it out with a wow.

Quan Qingfeng and Ling Xing took a step back at the same time, and Sang Ma rushed to help him up: "Master, how are you? Are you feeling better? What happened? How did you get poisoned?"

Quan Qingfeng frowned: "Poisoned? Today's medicine?"

Quan Wuyong shook his head: "Master will be fine, it should only be for me."

Quan Qingfeng nodded reassuringly, then turned to look at Ling Xing: "What are you doing here?"

Sang Ma hurriedly said, "It's me..."

"Did I ask you?" Quan Qingfeng interrupted him impatiently.

Ling Xing turned around and left, Quan Qingfeng asked: "Where are you going?"

Ling Xing replied lazily: "What do you think?"

Quan Qingfeng really didn't like Ling Xing, he clicked his tongue and looked at Sang Ma: "What are you still doing here?"

Sang Ma had no choice but to help Quan Wuyong to sit on the chair, saluted Quan Qingfeng, and left.

Quan Qingfeng also left.

Quan Wuyong sat on the chair alone, because of the struggle just now, his body was drenched in cold sweat, and he rolled on the ground again, covered with mud.

He looked at the overturned paper crane, and stretched out his hand to straighten it up.

Another grasp and crumpled it.

***

The pharmacy has been hanging the "Closed Business" sign for a long time, but the door has only been ajar.

The boss is sitting behind the counter, holding the smoke pot, staring at the ground, as if in a trance, the spark of the smoke pot is the only light in the darkness.

The door opened and a person walked in.

The boss shook his head as if he had expected it, and smiled softly.

With his head down, Quan Wuyong pushed open the door like a walking corpse, moved to the counter, stopped, and asked.

"why?"

The boss put down the smoke pot: "Twenty years ago, my only grandson was taking pictures at the entrance of the city. Your Sha, trampled him to death."

Quan Wuyong did not speak for a long time, and the sparks in the smoke pot were flickering.

"So you want to take revenge on me?" Quan Wuyong heard his own cold voice.

The boss nodded, and there was bitterness in his voice: "I don't know if I can succeed, but it doesn't matter, I'm ready to be killed by you. You took away my only reason to live," Beihai's What can I do when a hero' takes away my reason to live?"

"Do you know what my name is?"

The boss knocked on the cigarette pot: "Everyone in Beihai knows your name."

Quan Wuyong raised his head to look at the zenith, and sighed faintly: "Senior brother is really right...you are such people..."

The boss adjusted the sleeves of his clothes, ready to die: "Let's do it."

I don't know why, Quan Wuyong laughed, he kept laughing and laughing, covered his stomach, squatted on the ground, and shed tears.

He laughed for a long time.

Finally stood up and looked at the boss: "If you want to die, do it yourself, I don't have time to take care of you."

Quan Wuyong came in the dark and left in the dark.