The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Ning Jia Yunque didn't want to stay any longer, he wanted Ling Qingxuan, so he came to see her.

I don't want no one in the room.

He remembered the man who was following her, so he looked for him, and before approaching the door, he heard the words of the altar master.

The heart that has been calm all the time, but it is like soaking in a vinegar jar, with a sour feeling.

He was in a hurry to declare his sovereignty, so he made such an irrational move, and when he came back to his senses, his thin lips were blocked by the palm of his hand.

Aya Qingxuan would not give her a kiss.

The scene was a little embarrassing. His behavior was a bit disrespectful. He coughed twice. Instead, he hugged Ling Qingxuan and leaned on her.

"Qing'er, I'm your man, right?"

There was nothing wrong with those words, Aya Qingxuan nodded.

The chopsticks in the hands of the altar master fell off, and Ouyang Xuan was completely stunned.

what's the situation?

How come a man suddenly ran in and wanted to molest the saint.

Just as he was about to shout, the altar master covered his mouth.

"It turns out that he is, it's okay, I thought the saint was blind to find you."

Ouyang Xuan: "Mmmm!"

Who should you be shy about, he can't do it!

What delicious dishes can he cook? As the saying goes, if you want to chase a girl, you must first grab the girl's stomach.

This is not the point, the point is who the man is, he ran in without a trace.

The young man is like the bright moon and the breeze, and the young girl is like a hot flame. The two embraced each other as if there was nothing else around.

"Qing'er." The young man hummed softly in her ear, seemingly aggrieved.

Just a call, zz felt that his legs were weak.

Can't do it, this villain is simply a walking artifact.

Ling Qingxuan was hugged by him, and his movements were a little uncomfortable.

The head of the sub-altar quickly pulled Ouyang Xuan up and made way for them, "Holy maiden, go back and rest, Ouyang Xuan can just give me medicine on my side."

Just as the words fell, the person holding Ling Qingxuan suddenly let go, and the sharp spirit sword was drawn out of nowhere and stabbed straight at Ouyang Xuan.

"Hmm!" Ouyang Xuan was still covered by the head of the sub-altar, so he couldn't escape, he could only watch the dazzling sword attack him.

The altar master of the sub-altar was also shocked. He subconsciously blocked it with his hand. When the sword and his hand were about to touch, the spirit sword 'screamed' and broke away from Yun Que's hand, only scratching the altar master's arm.

Yes, hurt after injury.

After this moment, both of them sat back down with their legs soft.

Lingjian returned to Ling Qingxuan's hand, and rubbed against her affectionately. She put it away and raised her eyes. The boy had already looked back, and his eyes were hurt.

"Ouyang Xuan, a royal person, why are you staying by your side!"

Ouyang, the emperor's surname.

Also one of the genocide enemies.

She promised to help him, but she kept his enemy by her side, not allowing him to kill him.

"Calm down." Ling Qingxuan reached out and was slapped away by him.

The young man was like a furry beast, "I'm very calm! That's my genocide enemy, why did you stop me!"

Obviously, he has always been rational and calm, and even when facing Ning Yu, he will cover up his thoughts about killing her very well.

But with Ling Qingxuan's stop, he seemed to have reached a critical point of eruption, and he was not calm at all.

His heart was messed up.

Ling Qingxuan knew that he was irritable, so he grabbed his wrist and took him out.

"Here you clean up." I left a message to the two who were still in a daze, and the door was closed for them by the way.

The altar master was stunned, "Now you really have to help me get medicine."

Back in her own room, Ling Qingxuan put Yun Que next to the table and looked at him seriously, "Yun Que, calm down?"

The young man's long and dense eyelashes drooped, and he did not speak for a long time.

Ling Qingxuan pinched his face and poked again.

[Host, please explain to the villain, it will be bad if the misunderstanding increases. 】

Any good explanation?

I didn't do anything wrong here.

Ling Qingxuan thought for a while, but without finding another stool, she sat directly on Yun Que's lap.

The young man finally regained his senses, revealing a trace of unnaturalness.

"Calm down."

He took a few deep breaths, but before he could finish his exhalation, his cold lips were pressed against him, soothing his anxiety.

With half a breath in her mouth, Yun Que was lost in her breath, and her body gradually softened.

Ling Qingxuan hooked his neck, and his movements gradually slowed down, but the young man took the opportunity to regain the initiative, slid in hot, and swept his mouth.

It wasn't until she was breathing heavily that Yun Que let go of her, with wet brows and eyes, "Qing'er, what's going on?"

Ling Qingxuan briefly explained that Ouyang Xuan was a victim of the royal family, he was just a prince with the ideal of a cook.

Yun Que obviously didn't believe it, but when she heard the woman really explained it to herself, she felt a little more at ease.

He hugged her and groaned, "You're not allowed to eat with other men in the future, so close."

The boy's nasal voice was always captivating and charming, Ling Qingxuan felt a little tight, and pushed away a little, "They are subordinates."

It's not an inappropriate heterosexual, so it's not a man.

[Emmm this explanation I give 100%. 】zz gave a thumbs up.

"Neither can my subordinates."

Ling Qingxuan felt that he was pushing his nose on his face, he wanted to reach out and push it away, but he didn't want his eyes to touch the palm of his hand, his eyes flashed slightly, and he picked it up.

"Who did it?"

Yun Que did not shrink back, but deliberately spread out in front of her, "Me."

Aya Qingxuan:  …

How old are you, you can still make yourself like this.

Ling Qingxuan immediately pulled away and pushed the door to leave. Yun Que watched her leave without changing her actions.

His eyes were deep, and he stared at the palm of his hand. In fact, it wasn't much hurt, but he just wanted her to feel sorry for her and pity her.

Ling Qingxuan pushed open the door of Ouyang Xuan's room and saw that he was blowing the wound on his hand to the altar master.

Huhu?

Ouyang Xuan immediately sat up straight, his face embarrassed, "Saint, what happened?"

"Come and get the medicine."

She picked out a few bottles and left without stopping.

"Why are you so slow." The altar master frowned, this cowardly prince, the last medicine was dawdling.

Ouyang Xuan argued, "This wound needs to be rubbed well, otherwise what if it gets infected with other diseases."

"Moji." The sub-altar master rolled his eyes.

Ouyang Xuan continued to take medicine aggrievedly.

Back in the room, Ling Qingxuan grabbed his hand and applied the medicine carefully, and then wrapped it around casually.

Yun Que was dissatisfied, "Qing'er, you are too perfunctory."

Lingqingxuan frowned, "You're not in Ning Yu, you won't look like you after wrapping it up."

This seat is smart, I thought of it all.

Young people, doing things is not comprehensive.

But hearing this in Yun Que's ears, he held her with the other hand as if the girl was jealous.

"I don't want to sleep at Ning's house, can I sleep with you tonight?"

The bed in that room had been touched by Ning Yu, and it was dirty.

He just wanted to stay by his side.