What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Song Xianzhi cursed a few times in his heart.

Fortunately, the wound on the ear had healed, and there was no more pain, and his anger also subsided a little.

The obsidian earrings are very heavy and have a strong sense of presence. Song Xianzhi rubbed them with two fingers, only to feel that the hands feel warm and smooth, and there is some abundant aura in them.

Yequan is a treasure left by the ancestor of Shen Duo's demon clan. There are many legends, but few people recognize it. The specific use is not clear to Song Xianzhi, but since it belongs to Shen Duo, he doesn't want to accept it either.

He tried his best to pick the Yequan off, but just like the golden bell Guan Er brought to him, the Yequan didn't seem to be easy to pick. As soon as he exerted force, it turned into black powder and lingered around. Let his fingers gently wrap around a few times, and return to his ears.

Song Lianzhi's throat was stuck with the words "Mommy", and he stroked back the hair covering his forehead, shaking off a few drops of rainwater from his long and curled eyelashes.

"Get it off for me quickly." Song Xianzhi approached Shen Duo, and pressed the hilt of his sword to his waist, his tone was not too blunt, after all, the consequences of offending the big villain were not something he could bear.

Shen Duo smiled but said nothing, his slender fingers touched along the hilt of the sword, and finally grabbed Song Xianzhi's finger.

His fingertips were cold and wet, Song Zhizhi trembled, subconsciously withdrew his hand, but couldn't move away.

Shen Duo's eyes lingered from Song Xianzhi's face to his white earrings, and finally landed on Yequan, with a very pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, the turbidity that had been choked in his heart for so many days seemed to be in this moment. It took an instant to spit it out.

Before Song Yanzhi could react, Shen Duo's hand touched his ear suddenly.

The gentle caress blended the temperature of the two people, and the skin around Song Xianzhi's right ear instantly became completely red.

And Shen Duo's eyes, as if he had already regarded himself as his property, also made him feel terrified.

"Senior brother, I'll give you Yequan, and I'll get this Jin Ling for you too, okay?"

Shen Duo bared his canine teeth with a smile, and grabbed Song Lianzhi's other wrist that was still wearing a golden bell, a chill flashed across his eyes.

The golden bell that Guan Er forged by himself is not even a low-level treasure. He said that no one can solve it, but he lied to Song Xiezhi, and any monster with a deeper cultivation level can get it off.

Song Xianzhi heard the words and looked at the slightly inferior bracelet on his wrist.

Although he always wanted x to take down the golden bell, but at this moment, he hesitated.

If the two golden bells are really taken down, the little fox won't be very sad...

These days, although Guan Er is clingy, he is also very kind to him, and he gradually regards him as a friend.

Thinking of this, Song Xianzhi withdrew his hands: "No need...it doesn't have any effect."

Just treat it as a meeting gift from the little fox.

But when he said this, he didn't know where Shen Duo was offended, he just felt that the palm on his wrist tightened suddenly after he said this sentence.

Song Xianzhi's tears of pain were about to come out, and he pulled Shen Duo's hand off with all his strength.

The snow-white wrist went from losing blood color to congealing blood color, and finally turned red and purple, but in the blink of an eye.

Shen Duo was stimulated by the smear of red, and instantly withdrew his reasoning, the hand that pinched Song Lianzhi trembled, quietly retracted into his sleeve, and hid it behind his back.

Song Xianzhi was still angry at first, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Duo frowning, and for the first time, the expression on his face was no longer a shocking sneer, but pain.

He was startled, and his chest felt a little stuffy. At this moment, Shen Duo gave him the feeling that he was like a child who couldn't control himself and did something wrong. It was pitiful.

"I've accepted Yequan. The golden bell belongs to Guan Er, and he should be the one to take it back, so..." Song Xianzhi muttered, and said dryly.

Before he himself realized it, he subconsciously wanted to coax Shen Duo.

As he wished, Shen Duo was very much like a child. After hearing this special explanation for himself, his black pupils seemed to fall into the light again, and he took a step forward, hugging him lightly. Into the arms.

Song Xianzhi's heart skipped a beat.

This is the first time he has felt the warmth of others being so close since he grew up.

The two people who were soaked in rain, their clothes were clinging to their clothes, and it was as if their skin was clinging to their skin. The scorching heat had almost evaporated the coldness. Song Xianzhi heard Shen Duo's heartbeat in a daze, calm and powerful.

He is a human being whose soul breathes under his skin all the time.

But I always look at him with prejudice, even afraid that he will hate him.

Perhaps, it wasn't until this moment that he truly admitted from the bottom of his heart that this place is no longer a book that he hastily flipped through, sighed and then threw in the corner, but a real world.

Everyone in this world is alive, confused, and suffering. They have flesh and blood. Even the villains have emotions, but they are not obvious.

In his eyes, he has changed from a paper man to a three-dimensional man, waiting for redemption.

Song Xianzhi raised his hand involuntarily, and patted Shen Duo's shoulder lightly, with a smile in his voice: "Okay, at least respect the enemy?"

Only then did Shen Duo reluctantly (?) let go of him.

At this time, Tang Tang, who had settled Bai Jingyi, also rushed back.

Except for a few of them upstairs, most of the rest of the businessmen passed out.

Not far away, Guan Er fought with "Yan Zhong" for an unknown number of rounds, and his movements gradually slowed down. After observing for a while, it turned out that Guan Er was the loser.

Seeing that most of Guan'er's strength and spiritual energy were consumed, his breath was a little unstable, but the opponent's breath was still calm.

"Yan Zhong" smiled, his face full of cracks seemed to be on the verge of shattering to get ceramics, as if they would fall apart at the slightest movement, and Guan Er's tricks could be caught with only one hand.

After a few more rounds, Guan Er couldn't dodge in time, and took a slap, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

After watching these rounds, Song Xianzhi suddenly discovered that the moves used by the opponent were similar to Qinghezong's.

No... Song Yanzhi was shocked. To be precise, this person used the Qinghe sect's technique, but it was more profound and unpredictable than what he had learned, and mixed with some other moves.

With this thought, he immediately turned his head to look at Tang Tang.

Tang Tang also turned to look at him at this moment, with an unprecedented solemnity on his face.

Guan Er covered his heart and took a breath, luck still wanted to go up, but was stopped by Song Xianzhi.

"Little fox, don't go, this is the Qinghe sect's method, to restrain demons, it won't be an advantage for you to go."

Guan Er was still gritted his teeth and endured the pain, but when he saw Song Lianzhi, he immediately put on a teary look, grabbed his hand and put it on his heart, his voice was soft and weak: "Song Song... I'm in so much pain..."