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

There is a fishy and sweet smell in the air.

In the line of sight, a snow-white figure gradually enlarged, approaching the person on the ground.

Then, a pair of plain and beautiful white boots with cloud patterns stopped in front of Song Xianzhi.

Immediately afterwards, the man knelt down without saying a word, and the hem of his clothes, which was as white as You Yun, was covered with dirty blood.

Song Xianzhi opened his eyes wide in a daze, trying to see the man's face clearly, but the intense dizziness made his eyes full of double images, and his whole body felt like he had fallen into a cave of ice.

Except for the piercing sound of the Ming Dynasty, nothing can be heard around.

All that was left in the world was the piercing pain and the chill that penetrated the internal organs.

After struggling for a moment, Song Xianzhi finally gave up thinking about who this person was, and gradually sank into the isolated small world.

Suddenly, a hand placed on the side of the face was suddenly grabbed.

The warmth pierced the cold almost instantly.

Song Xianzhi suddenly opened his eyes again.

That touch of warmth climbed from the palm of the hand to the back of the hand, penetrating all the limbs.

The senses returned, the membrane between him and the world was finally pierced, and the sound flowed into his world again like a trickling stream.

Song Xianzhi frowned and snorted, trying to stand up with his arms propped up, but he was a little weak in the end.

But this time, he was no longer alone and helpless.

A pair of hands supported him in time, dragged his limp body, and helped him straighten up.

Song Xianzhi swallowed the blood in his mouth, endured it for a while, then suppressed the trembling in his throat, and said weakly: "Master..."

Yunling pursed her lips tightly, looked down at him, then moved her fingers and tapped his back twice.

After the excruciating pain passed, the back instantly felt a lot lighter, and the pain was suppressed temporarily.

Song Xianzhi's eyes are clear, like a pond after the rain has passed, reflecting birds, flying fish, and a pond, in which the water is full and full of light.

He raised his head, feeling that he could finally see the fine weather clearly at this moment.

"Yun Ling!"

Seeing this, the law enforcement elders were startled and stared angrily.He whipped the whip out of thin air, it fell with a crack, and he frowned and shouted: "You are confused!"

"Once law enforcement starts, no one can interrupt it! Otherwise, it is the same crime! Don't you know?!"

His face was full of anger, and the hand holding the whip trembled slightly.

The people in the air were also startled by Yun Ling, and they condescended to land on the jade platform that symbolized shame.

A fiery red figure stood up first.

"Yunling, you fool, how many times do you have to protect him?!"

It was Yamaha who spoke just now.

At this time, she looked angrily at Song Zhizhi who was kneeling in Yunling's arms, and then looked at Yunling kneeling stubbornly, biting her lower lip, with a trace of unwillingness in her eyes.

"Those times before, he didn't recognize it himself, so it's fine if you protect him, but now he admits it himself, why do you stop him!"

Yamaha looked at Song Xianzhi, the more he looked at it, the more angry he was, his eyes turned red, and he said without thinking.

When Yun Ling heard this, her eyes suddenly turned cold, she raised her head, and met her gaze abruptly.

Yamaha opened his eyes wide, and was instantly frozen by the gaze of the other party, and retreated a few steps as if he lost his soul.

In the blink of an eye, tears fell, and she raised her hand to quickly wipe them away.

Yun Ling withdrew her gaze and lowered her head.

"A title is always a title."

He opened his mouth lightly, and his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, covering a trace of imperceptible pain in his eyes.

"I will always, believe in it."

He made no secret of his tenderness and eccentricity, never.

Hearing these words, Song Xianzhi shed tears almost instantly, and even choked up uncontrollably.

He cried not only because Yunling came to save himself desperately, but also because Yunling in the original book also said the same thing.

At that time, the original owner was already dead, and Shen Duo had pointed his sword at his throat.

Before Shen Duo killed him, he asked him why he was so eccentric, even so eccentric that right from wrong was tolerated, even if Song Xianzhi killed people like hemp and did all kinds of bad things, he would still unconditionally protect him and indulge him. he.

And Yunling gave his answer with a smile;

His voice was as flat as water as before, but it was also watery and tender, and he said word by word: "The title will always be the title."

"I, too, will always trust him..."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Duo sealed his throat with a sword.

In between the lines of the original book, Yunling was stubborn and deserved to go to hell with one of the black-hearted Song titles.

But Song Xianzhi now knows that this is not the case.

Yun Ling is not such a person.

He has a hot and clear heart, and sincerely waits for someone.

Can……

The original Song Xianzhi is dead, so where should his fiery heart be placed?

At this moment, Song Xianzhi's desire to tell him the truth suddenly reached its peak of madness.

He thought so, and he did so.

But he just uttered a word, and a finger like warm jade just touched his lips gently.

Song Xianzhi didn't know why, so he looked over in astonishment.

And Yun Ling happened to be looking at him too.

However, the corners of his eyes were red, and a full tear was brewing in his pale eyes.

"Master... respect?"

Yunling immediately pressed his lips softly: "Shh..."

After shushing, he suddenly smiled, but the smile was full of bitterness, and with a hoarse voice, he shook his head:

"Don't talk about it."

His voice was choked with sobs, full of humble begging: "Please..."

"I know what you're going to say, just, please."

Song Xianzhi blinked his eyes in shock, but he, looking at him so tenderly, seemed to be looking at another person through his eyes.

Song Xianzhi suddenly felt cold all over his body, but also burst into tears.

He didn't know if he answered him at the end, he only knew that after that, a hot tear fell on his eyelid as if it didn't weigh much.

Everyone was silent, looking at the two with extremely complicated eyes.

Maybe they knew that it would be useless even if they opened their mouths, so they simply stopped talking and just looked at the law enforcement elders aside.

"Elder Mo, do you see this?"

The law enforcement elder shook his head, looked at Yunling again, with firm eyes, and said: "The law is the law, and once it is implemented, no one can stop it. Otherwise, I can only beat you two together."

Yun Ling raised her head, tears were gone from her eyes, and she smiled mockingly again: "Elder Mo, you can beat if you want, I'm afraid you won't succeed with these few whips."

"However, it won't work."

"You!" Elder Mo swung his whip, lashed him hard on the back, and threatened, "If you don't get out of the way, you will violate the rules of the school, and I will sentence you to be expelled from the sect!"

However, Yunling received a whip, but she didn't even frown, she firmly protected the person in her arms, raised her eyes and said calmly: "Hmph, if you have the ability, you can drive me out. In the worst case, I'll go to another school, and I won't be the number one swordsman of your Qinghe sect."

"You!" Elder Mo's chest heaved in anger, but he had nothing to do with him. After all, Yun Ling was powerful and was a great help to his Qinghe Sect. Who would dare to expel him?

The several peak masters and elders on the side all sighed with their hands on their foreheads, and then reluctantly dispersed spontaneously. Except for Yamaha, they still gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, waiting on the spot unwillingly.

Song Xianzhi didn't notice what happened at all, he hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

It wasn't until Yun Ling was whipped again that he suddenly regained consciousness.

"Master!"

"I... I'm fine! You don't have to be punished for me!"

He struggled and wanted to get up, but Elder Mo took advantage of the loophole, and a sharp whip came from behind quickly.

Song Xian dodged subconsciously and closed his eyes.

However, the expected pain did not come.

The whip was grabbed by a hand that suddenly appeared.

Fresh blood dripped down the tender white hands, merging intimately with the original bloodstains on the ground.