Cannon fodder: The villain is forced to resign

Qi Yuan stood up, his eyes still staring at the bleeding man on the ground.

Qi Wei is right, you can't just pick up an injured man, his identity is a mystery, and there will be various dangers.

Qi Yuan wholeheartedly agrees with this, but now the injured thing is a great tonic for her, and it looks good.

[Host, if this thing doesn’t look good, don’t you want it? 】

"roll."

Don't expose her.

Qi Yuan shook his head towards Qi Wei and gestured with his hands, signaling Qi Wei to take the man home.

Qi Wei looked at Qi Yuan with strange eyes. He looked at Mr. Li who was tied to the ground out of the corner of his eye and said to Qi Yuan: "Little sister, have you fallen in love with this man?"

Qi Yuan: "..."

Could you please be more pure? Couldn't it be because she is kind?

Qi Yuan rolled his eyes at Qi Wei, raised his feet and walked towards Mr. Li who was tied to the ground.

Next to the tombstone, Mr. Li looked at Qi Yuan in horror, curling up on the ground and moving back inch by inch.

Qi Yuan wanted to open his mouth to speak, but thinking that he was now a little mute, he shut up for a moment, frowned slightly, picked up Mr. Li, grabbed Mr. Li's collar, and knocked his head against the tombstone three times.

In one fell swoop, the resentment of the original owner was broken.

Two strokes will break the original owner's hatred.

Three times, the original owner's worries about his future life were gone.

After three blows, Mr. Li's head was bleeding, his eyes were dizzy, and he screamed like a wild cat, wailing in pain.

Qi Yuan let go of his hand, and Master Li instantly fell to the ground. Qi Yuan's eyes were clear, and he picked up a branch and drew a pattern around Master Li. Master Li was dying and had no idea about Qi Yuan's behavior.

No resistance.

God's displeasure will become a stain on the road to reincarnation.

With each reincarnation, until the death of the soul.

【!!!Host, you are acting like a monster again!】

Xiao Tiandao stopped the system, shouting in a crisp little voice, "Who asked you to bully Yuyuan! This is her right!"

If you have suffered so much, how can you swallow your anger?

【But--】

“Wish you don’t do too much!”

This is at most a mild punishment. Those who are marked will not become rich and powerful, and will suffer backlash if they do bad things.

In an instant, a strong wind swept through and black clouds came; in another moment, the strong wind suddenly stopped and all the black clouds dissipated.

Qi Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, threw away the branch in his hand, and walked towards Qi Wei who was rescuing the big tonic.

I saw Qi Wei tearing the corners of the man's clothes on the ground, bandaging the wound on the man's head, picking up branches of the right thickness next to him, and tying them to the man's broken leg.

Qi Yuan squatted down, looked at Qi Wei's movements, and then raised his head to look at Qi Wei. It seemed that Qi Wei was not a rigid scholar.

It was getting late, Qi Wei carried the man on his shoulders and led Qi Yuan out of the woods. He borrowed a donkey cart from a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city, and listened to the rustle of early spring under the thick night sky.

Qi Wei was afraid that Qi Yuan would be bored, so he took Qi Yuan to chat and told Qi Yuan all the interesting knowledge and stories he had learned in the past.

Finally, as the night grew darker, Qi Yuan and the others walked into the quiet village and walked on the uneven path.

Entering the small courtyard of the Qi family, under the dark canopy, Qi Wei was in a trance for a moment, as if he had experienced life and death over the years.

Qi Wei didn't know why he had such an idea. He quickly entered the room and lit a candle. The weak light danced on the candle and gradually became stronger.

Qi Wei put the person on the wooden bed where the leak had been collected, looked at Qi Yuan, and waved to her, "Xiao Yuan, go get a basin of water and add some hot water."

Qi Yuan turned around and walked outside the house. After a while, Qi Yuan came in with a basin of warm water and put it on the shelf next to the bed.

Qi Wei took a towel, soaked it in warm water, wet the towel, and wiped the solidified blood on the man on the bed. After wiping it, Qi Wei felt sad. No wonder his little sister asked him to bring him back. She looks so good.

nice.

Pooh!

Disaster!

Goblin!

After Qi Wei roughly wiped the man's face, he threw the towel into the basin of water that was still warm. He gritted his teeth and looked at Qi Yuan who was chewing a piece of cake next to him. "Little sister, this man doesn't look right at first glance.

He is a good man. When he wakes up tomorrow, we must let him go as soon as possible."

"Think about the historical story I told you. Those men who were too good-looking were either raising men's pets or becoming men's pets."

"Little sister, you can't like this kind of man, we have to be more practical."

Qi Yuan paused while chewing the cake, and stared at Qi Wei with his black and white eyes, his eyes slightly stagnant, thinking of the books he had read, it seemed that... it was indeed like this.

Qi Yuan shook away the weirdness in her heart, her great tonic would not be like this.

[Host, you’re worried about him! Don’t you know what he likes? 】

Qi Yuan smashed the system away again. Don't think she couldn't hear it. The dog system had let itself go and scolded her very boldly.

Thinking of the points he had lost again, Qi Yuan was just about to report the system for pornography, when suddenly an idea flashed through him.

"Dog system, do you remember how many times I made scrambled eggs before I succeeded?"

【Seven times.】

The system is very proud, it has a very good memory!

In an instant, the system was reported to be involved in pornography, and after verification, he was sentenced to 72 hours in prison.

The system cried and cried.

Qi Yuan was satisfied.

At noon the next day, Qi Yuan put the dishes and chopsticks on the table and caught a glimpse of a moving figure from the corner of her eye. She subconsciously looked over and saw the big tonic holding on to the bed and walking slowly, trying to get her clothes.

Qi Yuan put down his bowl and chopsticks and approached him with a slightly appraising look.

The man's five senses were sharp. When he heard the movement, he slowly turned his head to look at Qi Yuan. His heart felt hot, as if a hole had been opened by ironing. The violent beating sound was like the dark and heavy thunder in the sky, and his breath was filled with the mist of blooming camellias.

Qi Yuan paused, "..."

This dog man's soul seems to be getting weaker and weaker, and the soul bond is also weakening, but his eyes...

like……

He really likes her.

It’s hard to handle. She has to go to school when she goes back. If she meets him in the God Realm, it seems difficult to get rid of him...

In case things are revealed...

Will Mother God and Father God... beat her?

"Who are you?"

The magnetic low hoarse voice is still a bit weak, the dark blue under the man's eyes shows that he has not slept well, and the rich and handsome temperament is frail, and he is more vivid when he is awake than when he is unconscious.

Qi Yuan had never adapted to being mute, so she subconsciously opened her mouth and then paused, gesturing with her hand to name her name.

The man's eyes flashed dimly, and then his eyes slowed down, watching Qi Yuan's movements tenderly. Although he could not understand it, it did not affect the man's concentration.

Qi Yuan finished the gesture, put down his hand, and looked into the man's eyes.

Beads of sweat appeared on the man's forehead. The broken leg bones could no longer support her to stand up. The feeling of her legs falling to the ground became heavier and heavier. The man tried his best to hold on with his injured arm and refused to slip down.

to the ground.

Qi Yuan stood there without any intention of helping. He looked at the man curiously and stared at him until he struggled to sit on the edge of the bed.

Qi Yuan watched him give up his last bit of strength, and saw him like a drowning believer, clinging to the last bit of faith, which was also his pride.