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

His voice was as flat as water, but mixed with a bit of alienation. He looked at the two people on the ground without lowering his head.

Looking at him through the gloomy rain, Tang Tang felt that the person in front of him had become very strange, especially the indifference in his eyes, which made him feel overwhelmed no matter what.

He remembered the old title.

The young genius who is rare in Qinghe sect in a hundred years is not only exquisite and beautiful, but also has lively spiritual power, and is sweet and lovable most of all.

At that time, everyone in the sect doted on him and loved him.

But this little junior brother who is loved by thousands of people likes to cling to himself, no matter what he does, he will support him without hesitation, and he will try his best to get everything he wants for him.

And he loves him the most...

In all fairness, it's not that he has never been tempted for so many years.

But... I don't know when it started, the title has changed...

Everyone has changed, including himself...

Now, the one who has lost his way and knows his way back has become someone he is hard to get close to.

"Senior Brother Tang..."

A call brought Tang Tang back to his senses.

The young boy in his memory gradually grew up in his eyes, and finally became the young man standing in front of him now.

It seems that there are only strangers left.

"I think what I said before is clear enough, but since you can't remember it, I'll say it again."

Song Xianzhi spoke rationally.

At this time, he doesn't care about the protagonist or the plot, he just wants to clarify for himself as an ordinary person.

"It just so happens that there are a lot of brothers and sisters present this time, so please come and be a witness with me."

"From today onwards, I, Song Xianzhi, will no longer have any entanglements with Senior Brother Tang, nor will I hurt Junior Brother Bai again."

"As for the various entanglements in the past, I am willing to be punished by the sect's rules when the people from the Law Enforcement Hall come. I swear by this, if I break my promise, I will not step into the immortal sect in this life."

Song Xianzhi didn't say too much, it was simple and neat.

Regarding the emotional entanglement between the two protagonists, he just wants to be a spectator, and he doesn't want to participate in it.

For the current situation, he has no interest in the traditional routine of slapping the face and scum, turning cannon fodder into the protagonist.

He has a circle he cares about, and tries to protect it.

The surrounding air was damp and frozen, and even the sound of the rain seemed to be quieter.

But after a while, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall really came.

The chirping of the spirit crane resounded through the sky, and the red and black round-neck robe was particularly eye-catching in the dim environment.

A rain seemed to be falling on a broken dragon's egg, but it gradually stopped after a while.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the clear sky shone on the stagnant water, revealing a clear sky and earth, and everything was refreshed.

Song titled neither humble nor overbearing, he spontaneously went to the disciples of the Law Enforcing Hall to plead guilty.

And this small team of disciples happened to be the team he met in Danfeng before.

Several disciples looked at him with indescribable expressions on their faces.

After Song Lian explained the matter clearly, the disciple who led the team spoke a moment later: "Because of the status of the venerable, I have to ask the elders in the hall for instructions on this matter."

Inviting the law enforcement elders means that this matter is no longer just a trivial matter, but requires a formal judgment.

Song Xianzhi didn't care, since he decided to do this, he would bear it no matter what.

"Then I will trouble my junior brother."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his face was calm and open, but it made the disciples who wanted to persuade him to rest their minds.

For Song Xizhi's previous crimes, whipping is absolutely indispensable, and maybe he will have to go to Siguoya.

The disciple sighed, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Maybe it's time for Qinghe Sect to stop this matter.

……

Originally, it was just to pick up a cub, but it turned out to be tied to the stage and punished.

Song Xianzhi thought about it, and even felt like laughing.

The law enforcement elder is the most stern and selfless, and the punishment given to him is not too much, not too little, a total of 59 magic whips.

The bell of the main peak was rang heavily, but within the time of a cup of tea, all the disciples of the Qinghe Sect had already gathered here.

Song Xianzhi knelt on the jade platform, his aura was drained by the big array on the platform.

The Law Enforcing Hall of Qinghe Sect stipulates that when disciples are tortured, they are not allowed to use spiritual energy to protect their bodies, but must be mortal bodies to withstand the magic whip that is enough to shake the soul.

Most of the disciples who have been subjected to this punishment have been lying in bed for two or three years before getting out of bed.

Not only the disciples, but also the peak masters and elders of each peak rushed over upon hearing the sound.

Song Xianzhi looked at the masters of the Qinghe Sect floating in the air with a somewhat indescribable expression.

Could it be that I am so unpopular? When I heard that I was going to be whipped, so many people came to watch the fun...