The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

Xuanniao is a little flustered now.

As a great demon who has been enshrined by several generations of monarchs, standing on the shoulders of Xie Wuyan, watching countless demons bow their heads, Chen Chen, and fight with thousands of monks. It stands to reason that it has never seen a big scene.

So when Shen Wanqing said he was going to stew it, Xuanniao scoffed at it.

How could human beings dare to be so arrogant? I am a dignified bird!

Until Shen Wanqing really took it to the kitchen, borrowed a pot from the cook, and started to boil water and firewood in a decent way, and even cut the white radish as an ingredient.

Mysterious bird with its mouth tied: "Gu Gu!"

The cook on the side watched happily: "This pigeon is quite lively."

Xuanniao: Disrespectful! Who do you say about pigeons? I am a **** bird! God! bird!

"Give you a choice." Shen Wanqing held up the spatula and glanced at it, "Would you like to add green onions."

Xuanniao: "?"

Finally, the mysterious bird, who has faced countless life and death scenes with light, felt fear for the first time in front of this extremely weak looking woman.

No, it can't die here.

So taking advantage of her turning back, Xuanniao secretly tried to break free of her restraint.

But when Shen Wanqing was attacked at that time, all the spiritual power he had accumulated with great difficulty was smashed away by the magic weapon. It gathers all the strength of its body to be able to withstand the knots tied to its wings.

The knot of the foot hadn't been untied, so it could only flap its wings and flutter.

Crackling.

The bottles and cans in the kitchen were knocked over by it.

Upon seeing this, Shen Wanqing reluctantly put down the kitchen knife in his hand and rolled up his sleeves to catch it.

So one person and one bird teamed up and almost didn't blow up the kitchen.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the cook broke out in a cold sweat. In order to save his kitchen, he sneaked away and complained about the rumors.

When Feng Ruoqing and Ji Feichen arrived, Shen Wanqing happened to catch Xuanniao, and his body was splashed with colorful spices.

It's just that the kitchen is in a mess, and even the ceiling is falling downward.

Ji Feichen frowned: "Evangelism, you are..."

"Ah... I caught a pigeon." Shen Wanqing was taken aback, and quickly put the hand holding Xuanniao behind him, and explained, "I want to make soup for Sister Feng."

Xuanniao was so angry that he began to flap his wings again.

You are the dove! Your whole family are pigeons!

Feng Ruo Qing seemed to be stunned. She glanced at the cook next to her and handed it a questioning look.

The cook touched his head and said, "That's true. Miss Shen came to me to borrow the pot and said she wanted to make soup for Miss Feng. I saw her sincere attitude and let her use it. But I didn't expect—"

Unexpectedly, it almost burned the kitchen.

Ji Feichen frowned and was about to say something, but was stopped by rumors.

"Soup?" She repeated tentatively.

Shen Wanqing nodded, and sucked his nose with grievances by the way, expressing sincerity: "Because Sister Feng has worked too much to take care of me during this time."

Feng Ruoqing walked to Shen Wanqing and stared at her for a while.

Shen Wanqing's eyes didn't dodge at all.

After a long time, Feng Yuqing lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and his tone became softer: "In this case, I will help you."

Xuanniao's eyes widened in horror.

It must escape from this place!

After speaking, it lifted its mouth and pecked Shen Wanqing's index finger vigorously.

Shen Wanqing frowned in pain and let go of it subconsciously.

The mysterious bird flapped its wings and knocked out.

The kitchen door was getting closer and closer, and he was about to leave this room to gain the long-lost freedom.

But at this moment, he bumped into a person's shoulder abruptly, making him dizzy.

Ruined.

Xuanniao's heart is dead.

It seems that this great divine bird is about to die in the hands of this poisonous woman today.

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, a familiar male voice suddenly sounded.

Xuanniao raised his head in surprise, almost tears in his eyes.

Your Highness! It's your highness!

saved!

Xie Wuyan lowered his eyes and scanned the particularly embarrassed little pet, and paused for a while. Then he stretched out his hand and calmly grabbed its wings, walked into the kitchen, looked at Shen Wanqing, and said with a smile: "Ms. Shen?"

Shen Wanqing turned his head with a guilty conscience.

Then Feng Ruoqing kindly explained to her: "It turned out to be Master Xie. It's nothing, this is the pigeon caught by Ms. Shen. She said she was preparing to stew soup, but the movement was a bit louder."

"Oh?" Xie Wuyan swept the little beast in his eyes and hands, with the corner of his lips curled, walked up to Shen Wanqing, reached out and handed it, "In this case, Miss Shen, take it."

Shen Wanqing: "..."

This is a threat.

This is definitely a threat.

Who would dare to eat his pet in front of the owner?

Xuanniao was severely injured, crying, choking, and flapping its wings in the direction of Xie Wuyan. Even if he was tied to his mouth and unable to speak, he could vaguely feel its grief.

It tried to make Xie Wuyan feel his intense emotions with his small eyes.

Your Highness, don't you remember me? Back then, I was a treasured pet who would have heard of you in the battlefield. Although most of the time you were fighting and I was mocking me by the side, the deep feelings between us could not be erased!

Feng Ruoqing glanced at it, sighed softly, and then exclaimed: "It seems that this bird has a special relationship with Master Xie."

As soon as the mysterious bird heard it, the chick nodded like a peck.

Upon seeing this, Ji Feichen shook his head, raised his hand and patted Shen Wanqing's shoulder, and persuaded: "Everything is animist. Since this pigeon is so spiritual, it won't hurt its life anymore."

Xuanniao's head nodded happily.

In the face of life and death, the dove is a dove.

The owner of the pet is here, even with the two protagonists interceding for it, Shen Wanqing will not continue to seek his own death in front of these people.

She gritted her teeth and nodded: "In this case, let it go, right?"

"No need." Xie Wuyan laughed, let go of his hand, raised his finger to the void, and released the restraint of his feet.

Xuanniao immediately stumbled and threw at him and stood on his shoulder.

"It seems that it is destined to me." Xie Wuyan looked at Shen Wanqing, with a deeper smile in his eyes, "Ms. Shen mind if I keep it by my side?"

Shen Wanqing: "...don't mind."

The Xuanniao standing on Xie Wuyan's shoulders looked quite arrogant, and even raised his head, looking at Shen Wanqing with contempt in his eyes, an arrogant vigor that you are dead.

Shen Wanqing regretted not at the beginning.

Knowing this, she would definitely choose to throw it directly into the pyre and bake it because it was faster.

Regarding the matter of going down the mountain to catch the demon, Ji Feichen called Xie Wuyan away, as if he was going to discuss it carefully.

The two left side by side, but Feng Ruoqing did not rush away. She glanced at the depressed Shen Wanqing next to her, then looked back at the side dishes cut on the cutting board, seemingly thoughtful.

"Miss Shen." Finally, the rumors began to speak. She pursed her lips, paused for a long time, and then said two words softly, "Thank you."

After speaking, he turned and left.

[Female Matching System:

Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission and easing the relationship with the rumor. ]

Shen Wanqing was taken aback, looking at the back of Feng Ruoqing's departure, and smiled softly.

Although Feng Ruo Qing looks high and cold, he is actually a soft hearted person. Yimeng Huahua once described her as "No matter how many times she has been deceived, she still has goodwill towards everything", and she is a real demon eliminator with a compassionate heart.

It is precisely because of this that in the original work will be hurt again and again.

Although he failed to get rid of the Xuanniao this time, fortunately, the relationship between himself and Feng Ruo Qing also successfully broke the ice.

No loss.

Into the night.

After being visited by Xie Wuyan last night and drinking tea all night, Shen Wanqing locked the door very carefully this time, and fixed the windows by the way, and even checked whether the lower skylights were closed.

After finishing this, she let go, stretched her waist and climbed into bed to get ready to go to bed.

At this moment, Shen Wanqing clearly felt that the air pressure inside the house had changed, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet for a moment. The leaves outside the window that had just been blown by the wind stopped in an instant, everything was silent, but it made people feel more uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, the candlelight on the table lit up suddenly.

This very familiar aura and scene, can it be said that...

Shen Wanqing turned his head stiffly, and as expected, at the table not far away, Xie Wuyan lazily propped his chin, bent his eyes slightly, raised his hand and said hello to her: "Miss Shen, good evening."

Shen Wanqing choked up.

Here again?

So these demons and monsters really don't sleep at night, right?

Shen Wanqing wondered if it was too late to close her eyes and pretend to sleep. She resigned herself to prop up her body, her tone lifeless: "Is Master Xie here to drink tea tonight?"

"No." Xie Wuyan said, "In order to understand the people's livelihood and cultivate sentiment and self-cultivation, Xie specially came to ask Miss Shen for flying chess."

This is very familiar.

Shen Wanqing knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Provoking the big devil will not end well.

She reluctantly got off the bed and dragged a heavy step to sit down in front of Xie Wuyan.

"I also want to teach Master Xie, but first I need dice, if there is no dice—"

As soon as the voice fell, Xie Wuyan lifted his fingertips, grabbed it in the air, the bone ring on the **** flashed, and two exquisite dice lay quietly on the palm of his hand.

Tiangang bone ring.

It can store all things and is one of the magical instruments of the world of cultivating immortals.

Shen Wanqing is accustomed to seeing these rare and exotic treasures, but she is still struggling to death: "The chessboard is special. I have to draw it myself, but I don't have paper or pen."

Then paper and pen appeared in front of him.

Shen Wanqing: "We have to have two colors of chess."

Then there is chess.

Shen Wanqing: "In this case, we still need a small sauced duck neck sweet-scented osmanthus cake and almond glutinous rice balls."

Now Xie Wuyan didn't change anything, he held his chin to look at her, the dice was thrown in his hand, and his eyes were full of dazzling threats.

Shen Wanqing immediately relented, squatted down on the table honestly, and began to draw the chessboard resignedly: "Well, I don't need these."

It's too damn, and when things can't be changed, they start to intimidate and threaten people with their eyes.

After drawing, she pushed the piece of paper forward and pointed to the four corners: "Now everyone has four dice. Only by throwing the dice to six can she put one of her chess pieces on the board, and then move forward according to the number of points. , Whoever takes the lead to send all the pieces to the end will be considered a win."

Then, Shen Wanqing threw it demonstratively.

It's one.

Shen Wanqing handed the dice over: "It's your turn."

When Xie Wuyan took the dice, the contempt in his eyes was clearly visible, as if two words were written brightly—"This is it?"

Shen Wanqing akimbo: "Don't look at the simple rules, but luck is also part of strength."

Xie Wuyan was noncommittal, but just tossed it casually.

six.

Is this guy lucky?

After Banzhuxiang, Shen Wanqing discovered something was wrong.

This is not a matter of luck.

Otherwise, why Xie Wuyan is six from start to finish, and he has reached the end with three pieces in a row, but all he has thrown out is one, and he hasn't even left the house until now. Although I was forced to play flying chess with Xie Wuyan, my own game experience is too bad.

Shen Wanqing raised his head and keenly saw the aura gathered at his fingertips.

Grass.

I almost forgot, this is the world of cultivating immortals, there is no luck at all, they are all cheating players.

Shen Wanqing was filled with indignation, and grabbed the case: "You can't use spiritual power to control the dice, or you will be a thousand people."

However, at the moment when Xie Wuyan's index finger was encountered, Shen Wanqing realized his abnormally cold body temperature.

It was just a finger, but it was still piercing pain in the palm of the person's palm, mixed with the airflow that hadn't been able to put it away, as if it had been smashed by the tip of a blade.

So, even if he was blocked by most of the demon power, is Xie Wuyan's power still domineering to such a level?

Xie Wuyan glanced at Shen Wanqing's hand.

The index finger that was pecked by the black bird was already scarring.

He remained silent, and looked up at her again: "Oh."

Very perfunctory tone.

Shen Wan was so angry that he wanted to pull his hair, but in the end it was because he was timid, he swallowed his breath, sat back again, picked up the dice and threw it again.

is one.

There is definitely a problem.

She raised her head and stared at Xie Wuyan: "You turn around."

Xie Wuyan raised his eyebrows and turned around.

Shen Wanqing threw it away again.

Still one.

Shen Wanqing, whose mentality has collapsed, decides that he will also have a thousand years to come.

So she stretched out her hand and dialed the dice secretly, adjusted the number of points to six, and then sat upright pretending to be calm: "Okay."

Xie Wuyan turned around, glanced at the points, then raised his head and glanced at her.

"What I threw was six." For some reason, Shen Wanqing was a little bit faint under the gaze in his eyes, and his voice became more and more confident from the beginning. "What are you doing when you look at me with such a suspicious look? I didn’t see it again. And if you have so many six, why can’t I just throw one away, stingy.”

Of course Xie Wuyan could see Shen Wanqing's guilty conscience.

Like every time she lied, her words were too many and broken, flapping her wings beside her like a sparrow who was not afraid of death, and whispering arrogant words.

She is really funny.

He was less courageous than expected, but also more courageous than anyone imagined.

Xie Wuyan didn't break through her, he just picked up the dice calmly, rubbed it against his fingertips, and then gently tossed it.

The situation seemed to have reversed at this moment, and Shen Wanqing went smoothly all the way.

After sending all his four pawns to the finish line, Shen Wanqing was happy and felt that he was doing it again: "I am so strong."

Xie Wuyan jokingly said, "Why doesn't Miss Shen doubt it?"

Shuangbiao Shen Wanqing hugged his arms: "Look at what you said, it's normal to keep throwing six."

After a few games, the night was dark.

Shen Wanqing yawned several times and lay on the table weakly, throwing dice numbly.

sleepy.

I even wondered if this was Xie Wuyan's own murder trick. By keeping her from sleeping, she abruptly killed her.

Just thinking about it like this, a deep sense of tiredness surged up all over, and the sleepiness became deeper and deeper. Her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead and could no longer hold them.

Destroy it.

She loves to kill, she wants to sleep anyway.

Thinking about this, Shen Wanqing fell asleep.

Xie Wuyan raised his arms and leaned back in the chair, feeling a little funny.

Obviously knowing his identity, he can still sleep like this with peace of mind. Obviously he seems to be a man who is very life-saving, but he is still so afraid of death.

If you say how simple and kind she is, but when she pierces someone with a knife, she is more straightforward than anyone else.

The Tiangang Bone Ring flickered again, and the black bird fluttered out of it with flapping wings.

"She's her! Pull my feathers, tie my mouth, and make me stew soup! And call me a pigeon!" As soon as the Xuanniao came out, it whispered non-stop, and aggressively struck Shen's tempestuous neck. .

Xie Wuyan raised his eyes, and the dice was abruptly crushed between his fingers.

A red light exploded, accompanied by extremely strong air currents and impact.

But no matter how terrifying the aura in the room, the whole room seemed to be shrouded by an invisible barrier. From the outside, it was still calm and nothing unusual, as if all the breath was deliberately hidden.

Xuanniao was hit by the red light so that his head hurts and flew back sobbing.

"Be quiet." Xie Wuyan propped up his chin, stretched out his index finger to pick up a strand of hair beside Shen Wanqing's ear, and wrapped it around his fingertips boredly, "Wake up people, are you coming to play this boring chess with her?" "

The mysterious bird choked.

I only care about whether this woman is woken up or not. I don't care whether my baby or pet hurts or not.

This woman is really a disaster!

"Your spiritual power has recovered?" Xie Wuyan glanced at Xuanniao and asked suddenly.

Xuanniao was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the spiritual power that was smashed at noon at noon reunited again: "It seems to have recovered a little... how could it be so fast?"

Xie Wuyan turned his head and squeezed Shen Wanqing's right hand.

The scar on the index finger is clearly visible.

Xuanniao probably swallowed the blood of Shen Wanqing at this time.

Xie Wuyan's fingertips rested on the back of her hand and swiped lightly.

A drop of blood rolled down, but the speed of the drop was surprisingly slow.

He stretched out his hand, gathered a little spiritual energy, and touched the drop of blood.

In an instant, this drop of blood burned, and then exploded in an instant.

Xie Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly after a moment of astonishment, and chuckled clearly.

It seems that it is more special than I thought.

The mysterious bird flew up quickly, his tone was full of astonishment: "This is!"

"Yeah." Xie Wuyan's eyes were as usual, and his tone sounded flat, "As you think."

"His Royal Highness, in this case, this person shouldn't stay for a long time." Xuanniao landed on Xie Wuyan's shoulder, desperately inciting him, "In case later..."

Xie Wuyan didn't speak, he looked at Shen Wanqing, and then reached out and put his fingertips against her neck.

As long as he gathers a little effort, he can draw a blood mark that can penetrate deep into the bone.

However, he didn't use any force, just retracted his hand and stood up: "It's time for us to go."

Xuanniao had a broken heart, and rolled around with grievances: "His Royal Highness, sure enough, she is your important woman, right?"

"That's right." Xie Wuyan said perfunctorily, with a little slacker in his tone, "It's very important that you have to spend your time raising a sword."

Forging a sword?

Xuanniao's eyes lit up the fire of hope again.

Sure enough, this woman is just a tool.

Oneself is the most important thing in His Highness's heart!