Villain [Rebirth]

"Bedding on the floor?" Ling Ziyi looked blankly at Song Xuanrui's immature little face, "Isn't it difficult for you to sleep in your own room? There are many empty rooms in the yard, I'll take you there..."

"I just want to make a bed in this room." Song Qi has already put on a face, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and stares at Ling Ziyi as if death is at home: "Elder, before Young Master Jiang leaves, may I trouble you to take care of me?"

Ling Ziyi: "Yes, Cifeng did let me..."

"That's it." Song Qi said confidently and expressionlessly, "Let me sleep on the floor, Elder Ling, I never snore when I sleep, I like to be clean, I like to take a bath, my body has its own deodorant, and there is no smell of sweat at all. body fragrance, and even has the effect of repelling mosquitoes.”

Ling Ziyi: "..."

I believe in your evil in the first two sentences, but what kind of body fragrance can also repel mosquitoes? ?

"How is it?" Song Qi hugged the quilt and forcibly stepped into the threshold, pushing Ling Ziyi back two steps, and then raised the quilt in his hand: "Elder, if you don't believe me, smell it, it smells delicious."

Ling Ziyi: "..."

As one of the seven sons of Liuyue, it is obviously unreasonable to sniff the quilts of the young disciples of the Kunmen, right?

But this little disciple stared at dead fish eyes, held up his quilt, and forced him to smell and see, what should we do?

Song Qi held up the quilt: "Hurry up, elder, my arms are sore."

Ling Ziyi: "..."

No wonder the disciples said that Young Master Jiang always called Song Xuanrui "Elder" in private. This is not a new disciple of the Kunmen. This aura is like an elder among the elders.

"It's not a question of whether it smells good or not..." Ling Ziyi finally recovered his voice, and he was no longer being led by the nose by this little guy: "The main reason is that there is only one bed in my room, and the mountain is very humid, so you sleep on the ground will catch a cold."

"No." Song Qi withdrew his arms and continued to hug his quilt: "I have strong bones, so this little moisture is nothing."

Ling Ziyi looked at the "strong" little disciple with slender arms and legs, and smiled wryly: "If you fancy my room, go and rest on my bed, I'll just sleep in another room."

Song Qi confessed: "It's not the house that I'm looking at, but you, Elder, I want to sleep in the same room with you and drive away mosquitoes for you."

Ling Ziyi: "..."

Suddenly feel honored?

"How is it?" Song Qi lowered her head, took a deep breath, and then imitated the movement of her former mother raising her eyes to look at people, slowly raised her long eyelashes, and looked at Ling Ziyi expectantly.

Seeing that the elder didn't respond, Song Qi impatiently pretended to be pitiful, and said aggressively: "Is it possible to say something, hurry up, elder, if you don't agree, I'll make a bed outside your door."

Ling Ziyi, who had just been hit by the young disciple's tender gaze, was instantly brought back to reality, and nodded in a daze, "Then... you can do it yourself..."

Song Qi was afraid that he would come back to his senses and regret it, so he strode around Ling Ziyi, rushed to the bed, spread the bedding, took off his shoes, jumped into the bed, wrapped himself in a silkworm chrysalis, remained motionless, and began to pretend to be dead.

Ling Ziyi closed the door, walked around the screen and saw the "silkworm baby" wrapped up beside his bed, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Xuanrui, aren't you hot?"

"A little bit." Song Qi confessed with a stern expression.

Ling Ziyi smiled, and suddenly understood why the Jiang family brothers and sisters liked this little guy so much. He has a very funny temperament, and he exudes fun in his bones.

Smiling and comforting: "Then don't wrap it so tightly, don't worry, I won't drive you away."

Song Qi immediately lifted the quilt, leaned back and took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air.

Suddenly his brows tightened, remembering what he was bragging just now, Song Qi hurriedly explained: "Elder, my body fragrance will only come out after I fall asleep."

Ling Ziyi chuckled: "Okay, okay, I understand, you can rest at ease."

Therefore, Song Qi made Elder Ling his personal bodyguard by virtue of his strong face, and he went in and out together every day, so he no longer had to worry about being watched.

Ling Ziyi also taught Song Qi some advanced internal exercises of luck and breath adjustment, and soon discovered that this young Kunmen disciple with no foundation made rapid progress.

"A root like you is no less than a disciple of the Dumen Xian family." Ling Ziyi looked at him with more curiosity, and asked Song Qi's background again.

"I am an orphan. My mother passed away when I was nine years old." Song Qi thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Father also went with mother."

In his heart, his father has also disappeared since he was nine years old.

Ling Ziyi's expression darkened, and he stared blankly at Song Xuanrui: "How did you make a living before coming to the Moon Flame Sect?"

Song Qi shrugged: "I don't remember."

Ling Ziyi didn't believe it: "I don't think you're such a forgetful little brat."

Song Qi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "But I only remember happy things."

Ling Ziyi showed pity in his eyes: "I see you are so pampered and white, you must be doing well, and it is also God's blessing."

Song Qi grinned: "How I'm doing, only the god damn knows. I don't care for it to protect me, I just want it to return my parents to me."

Ling Ziyi stared blankly at the beautiful, clean and immature face in front of him. After a long time, he raised his hand and touched Song Qi's head, and said softly: "When I was young, a big brother told me: Everything I had before is a precious memory, but also a heavy one. If you are reluctant to let go and always compare the current situation with the happiest time, then you will never be happy. Song Xuanrui, you have to learn to let go, accept the reality that you are at the bottom of the valley, and tell yourself that this is the best moments, because every step from now on, you're going to climb up, you're going to get better."

Song Qi was stunned, silent for a long time, and said with a smile: "Thank you elder for your enlightenment, I understand, although I don't know if I'm already at the bottom, but I promise I won't give up climbing up."

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang still did not return.

Song Qi has gotten used to the peaceful and leisurely life on the island, and gradually reveals her true nature, doing nothing at all, and playing a script she made up for Du Men seniors.

After getting acquainted with each other, Song Qi became more and more courageous, and joked about the unreasonable storage layout of the Yueyan School. One person played two roles, playing Dumen and Kunmen's brothers and talking:

——"Brother, our Kunmen courtyard is built in the north of the mountain, why is the storage and grain depot located in the south of the mountain? Carrying grain can save half of our lives. Does the master not want to care about the lives of our Kunmen disciples?"

——"Junior Brother, don't worry too much. You see, our Dumen is located farther north than your Kunmen, but the warehouse is located with you. It can be seen that Master not only wants to exhaust you, but also wants to exhaust us!"

——"Ah! Master really treats all disciples equally!"

Song Qi covered his chest, deliberately showed admiration, and looked towards the distant storage and grain depot in the sky, which made Senior Brother Du Men understand, and he was out of breath from laughing.

He soon became a little treasure of Dumen, and the brothers all hoped that after Young Master Jiang came back, he would arrange for Song Qi to stay in Dumen.

At first Ling Ziyi was not used to this little tail sticking to him all day long, but after getting to know him well, he found that this eccentric Song Xuanrui was really interesting, and he was willing to have him by his side all the time.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden commotion in the courtyard. Ling Ziyi, who was chatting with Song Qi, hurriedly opened the door to wait and see, and saw a disciple rushing to report——

"Elder Ling! One of the juniors who patrolled the mountain today has not returned yet. Just now there was a white light flashing behind Dongshan Mountain. I am afraid that the junior has encountered an accident and asked for help from the sect!"

Ling Ziyi frowned: "Go, go to Dongshan to have a look."

"Elder! I'll go with you!" Song Qi hurriedly jumped up from the floor, pulled up his shoes and rushed out.

Ling Ziyi turned his head and ordered: "You stay in the courtyard, I will be back soon."

"Let me go with you, elder! I was the one who found Junior Sister Ciyan last time." Song Qi instinctively spied on that person secretly, trying to trick the tiger away from the mountain.

Presumably, I have been clinging to Ling Ziyi all day long, making him unable to attack. Seeing that Jiang's father and son are about to return, that person may not be able to bear it anymore.

Ling Ziyi looked hesitant, opened his mouth, and said: "Xuanrui, the young master ordered you not to leave Dumen's courtyard before leaving. I can't disobey the order. You can stay in my room at ease. I will go back when I go."

Song Qi wanted to say something, but saw that Ling Ziyi had already jumped out of the courtyard.

An inexplicable sense of uneasiness arose in my heart.

Song Qi wanted to go to the other elders' houses to rub the floor, but among the seven sons of Liuyue, only the young Ling Ziyi lived in the same courtyard as his seniors, and the other elders had their own courtyards.

Song Qi couldn't get out of the courtyard, and couldn't find other elders at all.

Seeing the brothers in each room hurriedly put on their clothes and got up and rushed out of the courtyard door, the courtyard seemed to be empty.

Is there no one left to watch over him?

Where did these disciples put the young master's order?

Or does Song Qi not look like a dangerous person anymore?