Villain [Rebirth]

There were Song Qi's two cousins ​​sitting in the carriage, why did Jiang Cifeng only ask Song Qi for help?

Of course, it wasn't because Song Qi looked chubby and small that he was easy to bully, but because Jiang Cifeng also saw his extraordinary temperament, so it must be so.

Song Qi, who was chosen by fate, seemed to be in the clouds, floating around, everything around him was spinning, except for the pair of eyes that were staring at him, the eyes hiding the bright southern starry sky, were peaceful.

Few people think that Jiang Cifeng's eyes are gentle. The narrow inner and outer wide eyelids coupled with Ruifeng eyes make his gaze a little impatient and provocative, but the clear amber pupils show some warmth .

Please wait a moment, more than 20 fingers have passed since Jiang Cifeng sent him a request.

If he doesn't respond again, Song Qi may be regarded as the kind of ordinary child who is stupid and can't understand what adults say, thus losing the sense of identity among gentlemen.

Quickly took a deep breath, opened his mouth and responded, "Uh..."

Damn it, don't make such a turning sound that damages the image of wit!

"There is a prepared cloak here." The cousin sitting opposite responded first, took out the cloak from the wooden box and handed it forward: "I'm afraid it doesn't fit well, I feel wronged Brother Jiang to use it to avoid the cold."

Jiang Cifeng looked at cousin Song Qi, and was about to thank him——

"No need!" Song Qi was so anxious that he stretched out his small hands to push away the cloak handed by his cousin, and when he turned his head, Jiang Cifeng's gaze returned to him.

The eyes were not very friendly, it was the kind of "you will die if you don't return the cloak to me, little fat man".

Song Qi immediately raised his hand and awkwardly took off his little cloak, and boldly stretched out his hand, "Here you are."

Jiang Cifeng didn't answer, his eyes shifted from Song Qi's chubby face to the cloak in his hand, and then lowered his gaze to look at Song Qi's seat, frowning slightly, with a complicated look on his face.

Song Qi boldly said: "Jiang, don't be polite to me!" He didn't know that Jiang was Jiang Cifeng's self-proclaimed name, so he thought his name was Jiang.

Jiang Cifeng had no choice but to nod his head in thanks, then raised his hand against the little fat man's shoulder, took the half of the cloak in his hand with the other hand, and pulled out the other half of the cloak that was pressed by Song Qi under his ass , and put his hands on his shoulders.

That movement is so chic, even wearing a cloak is so elegant.

Song Qi couldn't help applauding Jiang Cifeng!

Jiang Cifeng turned his head to look out the car window, resting his forehead with one hand to cover his eyebrows.

Song Qi saw that the tips of his ears turned red.

He's so shy.

Until he got off the carriage, the "shy southern gentleman" didn't give Song Qi any chance to make eye contact.

But it doesn't matter, the Jiang family will be visiting Longyin Mountain for two months, Song Qi has plenty of time to create opportunities.

Song Qi looked like his mother since he was a child—the peerless witch who was famous all over the world, but his chubby figure softened the fierceness of his mother's beauty, so he was not only good-looking, but also lovable. No one ever treated him badly. Patience, he naturally thinks that everyone loves to see him.

That's why he didn't see Jiang Cifeng's "Can you stop following me" eyes.

Jiang Cifeng only took one more look at him in the crowd before choosing to borrow the cloak from him, which was a kind of tacit understanding between gentlemen.

Song Qi thought that he was destined to form an alliance with Jiang Cifeng to form a bond with Jinlan, wielding his sword in the world, and slaying demons.

Early this morning, Song Qi, who was wrapped into a small meat ball, finally waited in the yard of Jiang's guest until Jiang Cifeng walked out, his little nose turned red from the cold.

If someone saw how Jiang Cifeng saw him inadvertently, how he narrowed Ruifeng's eyes and smiled gracefully, and how he said "Morning" softly, then he would know how worthwhile Song Qi's wait was.

But as I said before, gentlemen in the south are very shy. After Jiang Cifeng said hello, he walked around the little fat man of the Song family in the middle of the snow field and strode out of the courtyard.

"There's a demon spirit!" Song Qi rushed to Jiang Cifeng and protected him behind him. He looked at the air in the middle of the yard with a serious expression, frowned and said nervously: "Dangerous, there is a very powerful little bear spirit here , Jiang! I will protect you!"

Jiang Cifeng didn't respond, but Song Qi could feel the scorching gaze on the back of his head. The southern gentleman must have been moved by his generosity.

It's a pity that his height can't block Jiang Cifeng's sight, and he is worried that he will be found out that the little bear spirit doesn't exist at all, so he has to fight quickly.

So Song Qi pretended to be chanting mantras, and suddenly roared, rushed forward and threw himself on the snow, waving his little fleshy hands in the air: "Hey! Ha! Ha! Hey!"

"Hmph, how dare you be arrogant." Seeing the air in front of him, Song Qi raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, turned around and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I knocked the bear spirit out."

Jiang Cifeng looked up at the sky to avoid the little fat man's eyes begging for praise.

He was shy again, Song Qi smiled knowingly, showed the boldness of a northern man, stepped forward and took Jiang Cifeng's hand: "Let's go, I will take you to find my cousin to play."

"No." Jiang Cifeng took his hand out of the little fat man's claws, and sent him off in a low voice: "I want to be alone with the little bear spirit for a while, can you..."

"Stay here with you?" Song Qi rushed to answer immediately.

"No, I asked you to..."

"Cifeng, don't be rude." A man's voice came from the main room.

Just as Song Qi was about to turn his head, he saw a figure flashing in front of him, and the man in the blue shirt was already standing in front of them, his movements were really swift.

The man said to Jiang Cifeng with a stern expression: "Go, go out and play with Brother Song Xian for a while."

This tone was very unfriendly, Song Qi would be taught by his father with this tone only when he was mischievous and went too far.

Obviously, the shy Jiang Cifeng should not be treated like this.

So, Song Qi looked at Jiang Cifeng with a look of hatred, and as long as he responded with a look, Song Qi immediately used his housekeeping skills to fight back for him-crying and went to his mother to make the decision.

However, Jiang Cifeng just nodded quietly to his father, turned around and took Song Qi's little hand, and walked out of the yard.

It was supposed to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Zhang Wanjin asked: "Since you and Young Master Jiang only met each other when you were young, what enmity can you have?"

"You really want to know?" Song Qi curled the corners of his lips: "When the time comes, Young Master Jiang will silence you together, so don't blame me."

Zhang Wanjin immediately waved his hands and refused to listen.

The two found tools for gardening in the corner of the courtyard.

The head of the shovel was small and exquisite, and it was really difficult for Zhang Wanjin to dig a hole several feet away.

Zhang Wanjin wanted Song Qi to take turns digging with him, but he was afraid that he would be punished if he offended this clever boy, so he approached the flowerbed with a shovel and turned around to ask where the digging was.

"Hush!" Song Qi listened attentively, and immediately beckoned Zhang Wanjin to jump out of the garden.

"What's the matter?" Second monk Zhang Wanjinzhang couldn't figure it out, and took two steps slowly towards Song Qi, who was dragged out of the flower garden by Song Qi, and the shovel in his hand was also taken away and thrown into the flowers.

As soon as he stood still, he saw a little girl in an apricot-yellow dress jumping into the yard, turned around and ran towards Song Qi and the two happily.

Zhang Wanjin was stunned, the women in this fairy gate really looked like fairies.

When I saw Mrs. Jiang's family yesterday, I also sighed that she was more beautiful and attractive than ordinary girls. The little girl in front of me looked about eight or nine years old, and her facial features were six points similar to Mrs. Jiang's family. The tail is slightly hooked, and a pair of cat-like aura is compelling.

The little girl glanced curiously across the faces of the two, and finally rested on Song Qi's face expectantly: "Are you my brother's sworn brother?"

Seeing that Song Qi didn't answer, Zhang Wanjin quickly squeezed his arm, but found that Song Qi had a strange expression, like disgust and fear.

Can this little girl eat people?

Zhang Wanjin immediately replied with a smile on behalf of Song Qi: "You are Miss Jiang? That's right, he is Song Xuanrui, your brother's good brother."

The little girl looked Song Qi up and down in surprise, and asked, "Song...Xuanrui? Do you know when my brother will come back? If he doesn't come back, it will be too late! Brother Zhao said that we have to select people to go to Longyin Mountain before next month Help, I really want to go too! I have never seen a flying dragon, are there really dragons in this world?"

Song Qi behaved very strangely, changed from his usual carefree and perverse manner, lowered his head, and avoided moving his head, as if he was afraid of meeting the little girl's eyes.

But when she heard that she said "choose people to go to Longyin Mountain to help", she looked back at the little girl in horror and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

The little girl had never been to Longyin Mountain, was not familiar with the Song family, and did not ask in detail what happened, so she could only answer vaguely: "I don't know... They said that all the guardians of the Song family disappeared overnight! They are gone! Could it be that the flying dragon took them to the sky?"

Song Qi's face was pale.

How could the news spread to Yueyan Island so quickly?

Did the Duan family report to the island in advance?

"Why don't you speak?" The little girl raised her head and waited expectantly for a response: "My name is Jiang Ciyan, and I am your righteous brother's younger sister!"

"Well... the sun is a little bit hot, I..." Song Qi turned around to avoid it.

The little girl quickly blocked his way, raised her head and smiled at him with a mouthful of white teeth: "You haven't seen my sister yet! Xuan... Brother Xuanrui?"

The sound of "Brother Xuanrui" was like a thunderbolt, Song Qi was struck on the spot, and it took him a while to regain his senses, his brows were frowned, he looked at the little girl in pain, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't call me that."

The little girl was doted on since she was a child, it was the first time she saw such a weird and indifferent person, she didn't know how to get angry, she just tilted her head and looked at Song Qi at a loss.

"What's going on, you!" Zhang Wanjin hurriedly stepped forward and scolded in a low voice: "She is the young lady of the Jiang family!"

Song Qi buried his head even lower, and he didn't expect to lose his composure in front of a little girl.

People who have died once thought that they would never care about anyone's eyes again in this life.

Only now did I realize that I couldn't even bear Jiang Ciyan's expectant gaze and call.

It turns out that the people who broke the cans are pretending that they don't care about everything anymore. When faced with expecting and trusting gazes, those prides that have been stepped into the mud long ago will try their best to get out even if they stretch out their tentacles.

However, in the last life, he was so arrogant, and finally suffered a crushing defeat.

Song Qi didn't dare to look Jiang Ciyan directly in the eyes, and he didn't dare to think about how disappointed and sad this little girl would be after his death in her previous life.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Jiang Ciyan opened his eyes wide and said in frustration, "Why are you as impatient as my brother? I won't play with you anymore!"

After saying that, he ran towards the outside of the courtyard, but was stopped by three teenagers who walked into the courtyard on the way.

The three teenagers were dressed in the uniforms of Xuanmen disciples of the Yueyan Sect, light blue Shu brocade gowns, with flame embroidery faintly emerging from the dark piping on the collars.

This kind of flame pattern table is the totem of the Moon Flame Sect, and only official disciples can wear such clothes.

"Junior Sister, what are you doing here?" the leading Xiaodao Jun asked attentively.

"Get out of the way!" Jiang Ci muttered in smoke.

"Who made our junior sister unhappy?" Xiao Daojun deliberately put on a majestic look, looked around, and found two strange faces in the yard.

His eyes fixed on Zhang Wanjin first, and he stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "You bullied my Junior Sister Ciyan?"

"I, I didn't!"

Xiao Daojun squinted his eagle eyes: "Then why is little junior sister unhappy?"

Zhang Wanjin turned to Song Qi for help with a look of panic.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Song Qi standing there with his head bowed, silent.

"Who are you?" Xiao Daojun asked Song Qi sharply.

Song Qi was still stunned at the reunion with Jiang Ciyan, turned his head to look at him blankly, and still didn't answer.

"He is Song Xuanrui!" Zhang Wanjin hastily replied on behalf of Song Qi: "I have come to Guizhuang from a thousand miles away to pay respects to my brother-in-law!"

"Brother Yi?" Xiao Daojun had heard gossip from the servants in the village, saying that two common people from the market came down from the mountain, and they claimed to be the righteous brothers of the young master.

At this moment, he looked Song Qi up and down, and thought to himself that although this young man has a refined appearance and a unique aura, he doesn't show any aura. He doesn't seem to be a person with profound cultivation. Lie to drink.

"Are you Brother Jiang's sworn brother?" Xiao Daojun asked.

Song Qi saw Jiang Ciyan's clear eyes staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help feeling restless, refusing to admit the lie he had told.

"Why are you ignoring people?" Xiao Daojun showed annoyed expression: "Could it be that you look down on Xuanmen disciples like me?"

"Don't dare." Song Qi just wanted to avoid it immediately.

Xiao Daojun showed complacency, but he was unwilling to let go, trying to make the charlatan make a fool of himself in public: "Since your Excellency is able to become sworn brothers with Senior Jiang, you must have great skills. I am bold, and I would like to ask your Excellency to give you some pointers."

Hearing this, Zhang Wanjin couldn't hold back his anger, and hurriedly shied away: "They're all on their own, so it's hurtful to do it!"

Hearing this, Mr. Xiaodao became even more convinced that Song Qi was just an ordinary person, wishing to expose his lies immediately and show his wisdom in front of Miss Jiang's family, so he repeatedly attacked him.

Song Qi was worried that the secret path would be discovered before he dug it out, so he naturally refused to compete, but the young man's words became more and more fierce, as if he had already decided that he was a liar, and he was extremely proud.

Jiang Ciyan was still watching, and Song Qi was thinner than usual, so he was naturally a little annoyed, his eyes turned slightly, and he chuckled, and asked the little Taoist who wanted to die calmly: "What do you want to ask?"