Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The flames of Lanruo Temple soaring into the sky were discovered by an old woman who got up early in the morning and was busy with farming. The color of the burning flames is amazing.

Not long after, residents of many surrounding small towns got the news and all went out to watch the gorgeous color.

This bizarre fire in Lanruo Temple burned for more than half a month. During this period, it rained, but it failed to extinguish the red flames.

Some daring residents of Jinhua Town, the town closest to Lanruo Temple, went to check, but in the end they saw only a burned-out, dark ruin.

But for a few miles around, at least there was no sense of coolness like before.

The people were amazed for a while, and the story spread and they connected it with the haunting. In the end, it turned out that the monsters living there killed people so much that they were punished by heaven. Fire came down from the sky to kill the evil spirits.

God? If God was useful, why would Jiang Chen take action in the end?

…

The girl wore a delicate single bun with a simple beaded flower on it. He had raw almond eyes and a sharp nose, and looked gentle. When he got closer, a fresh breath of mountain herbs hit his face. She gently rolled up her sleeves and picked up a white medicine bottle beside the bed, walked over and sat on the side of the bed. Seeing the blood coming out of Jiang Chen's body, her heart twitched, and she slowly stretched out her hand, "You..." Hold it for a while. .

Jiang Chen frowned, restrained her hand that was half an inch away from the gauze, and said with a cold voice, "...What do you want to do?"

"hiss……"

He pinched her with no sympathy at all. The girl immediately took a breath of pain, but since most patients are wary of strangers when they wake up, after all, she encountered such situations many times, she frowned. She patiently explained to him, "You are so seriously injured that you need to change your dressing."

Jiang Chen paused, shook off her hand, lowered his eyes and said coldly, "No need."

"……go out."

The girl frowned tightly, stood up, rubbed her red wrists, and put the medicine bottle in his hand, "Then young master, please take the medicine yourself."

She walked to the door and seemed to suddenly remember something. She turned around and said, "By the way, you have been asleep for half a month."

"My name is Fengya." When she said this, her voice lowered, she raised her feet and left in a hurry.

Jiang Chen didn't pay attention to her words. He put the medicine aside and neatly arranged his clothes. When he turned around, he saw a bronze mirror half a person's height.

The face among them was somewhat familiar.

As if he was bewitched, he stood up and walked to the yellowed bronze mirror. When he saw the face in it, he was silent for a moment. The person in the mirror is obviously very haggard, and even his lips are a colorless pale color. He raised his hand and slowly touched the blurry face in the mirror. After a long time, with the tip of his finger, the mirror suddenly shattered into powder with a loud click.

A little blood dripped from the fingertips.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the wound on his fingertip, feeling uneasy.

Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen, are you going to forget your original appearance...

Is it true that you no longer dare to face the original face buried in your memory...

He stood in front of the empty frame for a while, then walked step by step to the door, opened it, and the dazzling light fell down, forcing him to raise his sleeves to cover himself from the sun.

His eyes recovered from the white light, and he saw an old man with gray hair at the gate of the courtyard walking over on crutches, supported by the girl he had just seen. When he saw that Jiang Chen was safe and sound, his eyes lit up and he smiled happily. Jiang Chen heard him say, "Xiaoya, let's see if grandpa's new medicine is very effective!"

Hearing this, Feng Ya faced Jiang Chen again. She was immediately embarrassed and tugged on Feng Yun's sleeves, "Grandpa..." How could she say it so loudly in front of someone when she was trying a new drug...

Feng Yun stroked his beard and walked over quickly. He didn't look like he was over fifty at all. He walked around Jiang Chen, raised his hands and smiled, "Okay! It seems that my medicine was not in vain."

When Jiang Chen faced such an old man, his attitude was a bit more kind. He cupped his fists slightly and said, "Thank you, father, for the rescue."

Seeing this, Feng Yun became even happier, "Okay! Okay! He's a good kid! Feng Ya, this kid, really has good taste!"

When Feng Ya heard this, her face turned red and she lowered her head slightly.

Jiang Chen was unmoved.

Feng Yun saw him standing silently for a while, then walked out and said in surprise, "Xiao Langjun, this is..."

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, "From what this girl said, I have been harassing the old man here for a long time and am planning to leave."

Feng Yun looked at his pale face and shook his head, "That's not necessary. I don't know what kind of enemy Xiao Langjun provoked, causing the other party to do this. It's only been half a month, and looking at Lang Jun's face, it's obvious that he's not injured. Heal. Although I am of little use, I want to save Mr. Lang’s life..."

Judging from the big and small people he has snatched from the Lord of Hell over the years, it is not difficult to save his life no matter what kind of people he offends the world...

"No need." Jiang Chen refused bluntly, but still did not take back his determination. Nowadays, there are many people who want him dead. If things go wrong, he will not be the only one to die.

His eyes swept across the two people in front of him.

Feng Yun frowned, "This...if that's the case..."

"You're so seriously injured, why not rest for a few more days?" Feng Ya struggled for a long time, but she still refused to stay regardless of her daughter's identity. This person is too pushy. He can't even walk steadily, so where else can he go?

Looking at him lying in the wilderness at that time, he obviously had no relatives, so where could he go now. If she and her grandfather hadn't gone to collect medicine and accidentally picked him up, I'm afraid...

Jiang Chen didn't look back, "No need."

Fengyun raised his eyebrows slightly, this...

Feng Ya sighed. Seeing that he was determined, she ran to the room with her skirt and took out the white porcelain bottle. She caught up with him, "Since the young master is leaving, we can't stay any longer. Take the medicine with you. Maybe you will get better faster."

Ha, so attentive...

Jiang Chen did not refuse this time. He took the medicine and rubbed it. He sneered in his heart, "I will remember this favor from the lady. If I have the energy in the future, I will repay you." Jiang Chen never had the habit of owing people anything.

...

Whether they saw his identity as a demon or not, how could people in this world be so kind.

All living things do for profit!

Well, since he received this favor, it's okay to give them a wish.

Feng Ya curved her eyes, "Okay."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Chen had expected it. At this moment, his heart was calm. So, if people don't do it for profit, what else can they do?

As long as there is benefit, they dare to take him home for treatment even if he is a demon with unknown origin and full of sword scars.

But he heard this person persuaded gently, "Why don't you heal your wounds before leaving?"

Jiang Chen turned around and saw that her eyes were as clear as light, without any impurities. His eyes darkened slightly. She was really a naive and ignorant girl...

"Is this what you want?"

Fengyun came over and pondered for a moment, "The private school teacher in the west lane of Tongli Town has left. The children in the town have nothing to do all day. If the young man wants to repay his kindness, why not go there and be a teacher?"

"Oh? Is it opened by the old man?"

Fengyun is also a smart person. He immediately understood the deep meaning of his words and shook his head and smiled, "No, no. But although it is not my business, these children treat me like a relative. If the young man goes to teach for half a month, when the teacher comes back, it can be considered that our gratitude is settled."

Half a month?

Then... half a month.