When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Chapter 48

In the cold and windy winter, a young man tightened his coarse clothes and gritted his teeth, shivering from the cold.

But he supported the boy, carried him on his thin back, and his steps were not chaotic.

The black-haired boy on his back turned his head, feeling the fragility of his lower body.

Bian Shao walked a long way, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment. After all, the people in Yuncang Mountain already knew about the disciple who was guarding the gate and escaped with the devil.

They rested for a while, and then started heading towards the opposite position to Yuncang Mountain.They shuttled through uninhabited bamboo forests, and walked through solid and icy glaciers, stopping occasionally to chat with people in bustling towns.

Breaking away from the dark and hypocritical world of comprehension, the young man seemed more relaxed. He helped the black-haired boy treat his wound, and ignored the resistance of others, threw him into the deserted river, and washed him inside and out.

Under the moonlight, Bian Shao stood on the shore, watching the black-haired boy with a face full of shame and anger, thumping in the water like a piglet, and bent over with a smile.

They made a lot of new friends, and got a lot of travel expenses and delicious pastries borrowed from the new friends.

Of course, Xiao An does not recognize the so-called friendship, and all good things for no reason are hidden.He just didn't say no.

He just wanted to see, to see what this strange gatekeeper wanted to do, and what he wanted from him.

But to his disappointment, this gatekeeper just regarded this escape as an ordinary play, and occasionally he would stop when he was tired from walking, and just find one of his big friend group, stay for a few nights, and then Carnival day and night.

Xiao An hated his dissolute temperament, hated his behavior beyond the rules, hated when he sneaked to the brothel at night when someone teased him: "Brother Bian's family is so strict? It's been a long time."

The helpless low laughter of the young man will drill into his ears and heart from a distance.

He said, "No way, the little blind man has no sense of security."

Xiao An hated the naturalness revealed in his tone when he said this, and hated his helpless pampering.

Then one day, when Bian Shao used to go out to play, the black-haired boy behind him was silent, and suddenly said: "I don't like crowds."

The young man stepped half a foot out of the threshold, looked back slowly, and asked in confusion, "Why don't you like it?"

For Bian Shao, where there are many people, there will be excitement, and where there are many people, there will be laughter.

Xiao An said: "I just don't like it." He himself didn't notice that these days, when he was facing the gatekeeper disciples day and night, his demeanor was much richer, and his tone was full of childishness that was accustomed to.

Xiao An said that he didn't want to live without a fixed place, be blind, rely on the young people around him to take care of him, and do nothing all his life. He heard that there was a miracle doctor in the Goddess Temple, so he wanted to find medicine, and wanted to climb back to the top from the depths of the cliff.

Bian Shao has always respected and blindly followed the choice of beauties.

"Then let's choose a secluded place to settle down completely, and then I'll go find medicine." This time he just lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then made a decision.

He bid farewell to everyone, and the reason is inconvenient to elaborate, so he just smiled freely and said, "I have done good for my beauty, and went to live in seclusion."

They group of playboys laughed together.Someone persuaded him: "The one in your family treats you coldly, and doesn't care at all. You took care of him for so many months, did he ever say thank you to you? I think you should wake up quickly, where is the world?" No fragrant grass, how about I recommend some beauties to you?"

"That won't work." Bian Shao said, "I just like to grow up like him, no one can compare."

Bian Shao has no integrity, his only kindness is towards beauties.

Others were slightly startled by Bian Shao's obsession, and had no choice but to give up.

In the countryside, there is smoke from the villages at the foot of the mountain.

When going up the mountain, Bian Shao was tortured by the steep mountain road, sweating profusely, and his shoulders had no feeling.

He made an excuse to look at the scenery, then put the boy down, hid himself and quietly rubbed his sore hands, feet, and shoulders.

During this time, Xiao An was not so silent, and would take the initiative to talk.The black-haired boy pursed his lips and asked him, "What is this place and how is it?"

When Bian Shao looked down the mountain, the branches stretched across the mountain, and his eyes were in a mess.

The black-haired boy still raised his jaw, waiting for his description in confusion.Bian Shao thought for a while and said, "This mountain is like a piece of green emerald."

The young man lowered his eyes and imagined.

"As beautiful as you." Looking at him, Bian Shao couldn't help but add.

Xiao An's face remained unchanged, and he sneered in his heart.

Glib and dirty.I don’t know how many people in the brothel have said this sentence, right?

……

At night, the two finally got a moment of peace, embracing each other and curling up on the wooden bed of the thatched cottage to keep warm.

It was raining again outside the house.

Teenagers always have nightmares and light sleep at night.Bian Shao found some cotton, plugged the boy's ears, and then lay on the bed by himself, stretching his limbs, he was really tired and paralyzed.

But the people around him always turned over, and the rustling sound made people irritated.

Bian Shao turned over and held his hands and feet, and spoke in a hoarse and low voice: "Blind man, tell me what you have to say."

Why do you keep calling him blind?

Xiao An frowned, just for a moment, then he forcibly smoothed out the wrinkles, it was nothing, because Bian Shao rubbed his cheeks when he saw him frowning recently, saying it felt good.

"Are you going to the Goddess Temple tomorrow?" he asked.

Bian Shao lazily replied: "That's right. Wait until I bring you back the jelly grass, and then I will force you to be grateful to me and promise you with your body."

Xiao An: "..." He wanted to frowned again.

That's the end of the conversation.

After Bian Shao finished speaking, he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, but the person next to him poked him lightly on the back and asked, "Will it be dangerous?"

Of course, possibly dying.

Bian Shao fell into an illusion because he entered the Goddess Temple. He thought about going to the Goddess Temple tomorrow to break the illusion.

But the young man didn't know anything, Bian Shao said: "If I can't come back by then, you can ask the hunter at the bottom of the mountain for fairy grass."

"..."

The black-haired boy pursed his lips. It was rare for him to have any emotion other than speechless towards this gatekeeper disciple. His heart seemed to be messed up. He was both excited and surprised...

Excited because he can use this prodigal son who pictures his face to return to the peak of his cultivation, and surprised because...

why?

He clutched his heart filled with strange emotions, he couldn't understand.

"Don't be sad." Bian Shao still turned his back on his back, dozing off and not forgetting his narcissism, "When I get to the underworld, I must be the most popular one."

Xiao An: "..."

He lost his voice for a moment, then fell silent for a while, with a serious expression, he said firmly, "I won't be sad for you."

"..."

Long time no response.The black-haired boy stretched out his hand and leaned to his side.

The people around were raving: "Beauties... so many beauties... Tie Tie..."

Xiao An: "..." His hand froze in the air, and then retracted.

He settled on an idea: the libertine deserved to be used to death.

But the next day, he woke up in a daze, not knowing whether it was the morning light or the moonlight shining through the window.It should be dawn, with some warmth.

After he finished his judgment, he subconsciously touched his side, only to find that the octopus whose limbs were tightly wrapped around him was gone.

Goddess Temple.These three words rushed into his head in an instant, like sharpening a knife, making a delicate sound of tingling nerves.

He should have no feeling or even contempt, but what came to his mind was only confusion and anxiety, as well as overwhelming panic.

He thought of the gatekeeper disciple, the young man always sneaked out at night, the black-haired boy who was sleeping lightly and was always woken up.

One night, Xiao An groped for a walking stick made of tree branches and sat by the river outside the door.

He felt the coolness of the wind blowing across his cheeks, and listened to the treacherous sound of the trees and leaves colliding with each other.

The shoulder was tapped suddenly.The young man was very surprised and pleasantly surprised: "Are you sitting here waiting for me to come back?"

He hugged the boy tightly and twirled around in a circle, then he couldn't take it anymore and fell to the ground.

Xiao An was cushioned by someone, so he wasn't hurt at all.What was he thinking?Served it right, he thought.

Now, my heart seems to be crawling with ants, densely packed with strange pains.

Xiao An has never had this kind of emotion because of a person, he seems to have been crippled from birth, and human feelings are just raging malice to him.

He flicked his cheeks, and there were traces of moisture.

what is this?

He murmured, turned over, and wanted to get out of bed.When he fell under the bed, someone opened the door, stumbled over, and hugged him as he fell.

The black-haired boy fell into the mud and slowly raised his face. His forehead was broken, and bright red blood rushed out, staining his face.

The eyes are hazy, and the light gradually leaks out.

……

The black-haired boy had a splitting headache. He struggled, raised his hand, and frantically wiped the marks on his face regardless of the pain of the wound.

"Not ugly..."

"Brother is me!"

Mingchun looked at the strange senior brother, and was so frightened that he kept calling him: "It will disfigure you, senior brother! Calm down!"

Only then did the black-haired boy stop moving.

Yes, it will be disfigured.Youth would not like him like this.

Blood, mottled and terrifying.

But he didn't care, he just grabbed the life-saving straw, tilted his head and asked hurriedly: "Bian Shao? Bian Bian..."

This name was told to him by the gatekeeper himself, and the young man said in a very pleasant tone: "You can call me Bianbian, that's what my treasures call me."

So Xiao An never shouted.

This time he shouted uncontrollably, and the person who answered him was no longer a young man.

Mingchun didn't expect that the senior brother he found would end up in the countryside, living in a thatched hut in a barren mountain, his eyes turned red instantly: "Senior brother, it's me! I shouldn't...I'm sorry for you!"

He has worshiped his teacher in the past few months, and became brothers with Ye Qingzhou, but they disagreed with each other and had a big fight. Only then did he think of his cold-faced and warm-hearted brother who was wandering outside...

While remorseful, he lowered his head, thinking that Xiao An would show a disgusted or distressed expression, but the black-haired boy slowly raised his mottled face, but he froze on the spot, unable to say anything more.

The snow-white face of the black-haired boy was tear-stained, but his expression was cold, like a monster who didn't understand love.

He stretched out his hand and easily pushed Ming Chun to the ground. Then, slowly, he tightened his hands and strangled to death the most vulnerable and least cultivating junior.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother..." Mingchun struggled and let out a lingering sob.

Xiao An didn't let go, he even exerted more force, and didn't say a word of explanation when Ming Chun died.

...Those who are hypocritical should be killed.

He hates someone who gives him light in the dark, but pushes him into the abyss with his own hands. He hates others who give him hope.

The black-haired boy stood up unsteadily, and he sighed softly.

Only that person is different.

It's okay to be hypocritical.

So, he's going to get him back.