When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

Chapter 40

In late autumn, when winter is approaching, the wind and rain at night are icy and cold.

But tonight, Xiao An curled up on the bed in the broken thatched hut, but rarely felt warm.

People are inert. He used to be unable to sleep all night, but just a little warmth and peace of mind from the ghost's chest, his eyelids couldn't help but fall, and he fell asleep.

Waking up again, he moved his body and found that the wound on his body had been bandaged.

I also changed into silk and satin clothes that are close-fitting and made of excellent fabrics.

He was stunned.

Ghosts are so friendly to food

Although Xiao An had seen many ghosts, all of them were killed by him with a single sword.

He didn't understand such a horrible thing as ghosts.

The only thing he knows about ghosts is that when he was a beggar in his teens, a sexy ghost wanted to eat his heart on a rainy night, but he regretted it when he saw him with a sallow and emaciated face.

Xiao An didn't know why she regretted it.

In short, after that, she persistently followed the little beggar boy, stole food from other humans to feed him, and taught him how to repair demons and protect himself.

At that time, Xiao An lost his mother when he was young, so he almost regarded this flamboyant ghost as his mother, but when Xiao An cultivated to a certain level of magic cultivation, and his body was strong, the ghost mother finally couldn't hide her bloodthirsty desire, Said to him: "I have raised you for so many years, should you repay me?"

She wanted to eat him. She had raised him for so many years just to eat him.

That's right, how can Li Gui have so many deep friendships?

...

Xiao An has not recalled the past for many years, he has passed these few years so quickly, from climbing to the position of the proud son of heaven and then falling, it is like a dream.

He gradually became numb to life and revenge.

In fact, being eaten by the ghost mother back then was also a very good fate track.

"..."

So when Bian Shao opened the door, he saw the black-haired boy lying motionless on the wooden bed, as if dead.

Shocked, Bian Shao walked quickly over to check, only to see the dark eyes of the black-haired boy and his expressionless and indifferent face.

not dead.

Bian Shao was relieved, he sat down on the head of the bed, making the wooden bed creak.

Blind people are always more sensitive to hearing and smell than others.

Soon Xiao An discovered that this rude ghost was not only noisy, but also smelled bloody.

Did this ghost go out to kill and eat people?

The black-haired boy frowned slightly, then relaxed as if relieved, and he even raised his neck longingly.

...then kill him quickly.

Bian Shao: "..."

Bian Shao held the bowl and poured all the soup down his throat.

I don't know why, the black-haired boy was so wary of him but he didn't resist. He just lay on the bed and coughed heart-rendingly. The sound seemed to spit out his liver and gallbladder.

After a long time, he raised his face, groped and pinched Bian Shao's neck with his fingers: "Why, why didn't he die?"

"It's medicinal soup that's being poured into you." Bian Shao said.

A blind man is easy to subdue, let alone a weak blind man. When Bian Shao was pinched by the young man's neck, he felt lightly stroked.

He didn't struggle, didn't shake off, just sat lazily by the bed, watching the boy hysterical.

When Xiao An was angry, his pale cheeks were slightly red after suffocation.

"It's beautiful." Bian Shao praised sincerely.

Xiao An didn't understand what he said at first, but later he realized something, turned his head and scolded him viciously: "Sexy!"

It was rare for Bian Shao to see the young man's anger, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing, until the wooden bed started to creak again.

The black-haired boy lay motionless on the wooden bed after drinking the medicinal soup.

Bian Shao ignored him and started wandering around the thatched cottage on his own, thinking about how to improve his life.

There is nothing in the thatched hut, and things are broken.

But how to make money? A blind man and a good-for-nothing scumbag with a face have no ability to make money at all.

Bian Shao was thinking hard, thinking about it, the palm of his hand began to ache again.

"Quarrel."

Bian Shao suddenly heard a clear and indifferent voice.

He looked at the wooden bed, and anger ignited in his heart——

I was thinking about how to make money to support my family, but you still dislike me and make trouble.

Bian Shao walked over, sat down, and said: "If you think I'm noisy, let's take a nap."

After he finished speaking, he climbed onto the bed and pushed the black-haired boy to the corner. With dishonest hands and feet, he tightly locked the boy's waist.

Xiao An frowned: It looks like an octopus is wrapped around his body.

He was not used to keeping such a distance from people, and for a moment, he felt a killing intent in his heart.

Bian Shao closed his eyes and prepared to sleep. Before going to sleep, he touched the boy's stiff back, thin and sensitive.

It's uncomfortable to sleep like this.

Bian Shao's heart softened, he turned over and let go of the young man, and said softly: "I am taking care of you very seriously, don't make me angry all the time, although you are beautiful, I will also run away in anger."

Well, maybe not necessarily run away.

Bian Shao's pursuit of beauty is desperate.

The black-haired boy beside him opened his dark eyes, his face expressionless, as if he heard his words, but he didn't seem to hear them.

Bian Shao fell asleep.

The sleeping posture is extremely irregular, Bian Shao doesn't care if the young man around him is comfortable or not, he goes out to climb mountains early in the morning to collect herbs, which makes him exhausted.

It was because his hands and feet occupied the entire wooden bed, the black-haired boy was squeezed and never fell asleep.

There was still a strong smell of blood lingering in the nostrils.

Xiao An killed a lot of people and drank a lot of blood for cultivating demons.Many people in the comprehension world are also afraid of the demon Xiao An, thinking that he is a lunatic who loves to kill and violates morality.

But many people don't know that Xiao An hates the smell of blood the most.

The first bowl of blood was forced by the ghost mother to pour down his head.

Xiao An felt sick, not only the sticky blood, but also himself who drank the same kind of blood...

There was a ghost with an unpleasant smell of blood lying beside him, Xiao An was filled with disgust in his heart, after he fell asleep, he pulled out a dagger from under the pillow expressionlessly.

Xiao An stretched out his hand towards the warm body beside him, and he quickly touched the faintly beating neck.

He looked indifferent and raised his right hand.

A cold light flashed, this dagger was given to him by the ghost mother, the blade can cut iron like mud, and can easily take the life of any ghost.

Xiao An used this dagger to kill the ghost mother.

The ghost mother was the first ghost he killed.

Those who are hypocritical should be killed.

Xiao An thought, this ghost is also the same.

But the ghost under him suddenly babbled, turned sideways slightly, and yawned, as if he was about to wake up.

Bian Shao woke up from hunger.

"Are you hungry?" He didn't bother to open his eyes, he stretched out his arms to hug the person beside him in a daze, and asked in a hoarse voice.

In fact, as soon as he opened his eyes, he could see the black-haired boy propping up his upper body, holding a dagger in his hand, and he could cut his throat the next moment.

The black-haired boy didn't know why he didn't make a move.

He smelled a thicker smell of blood, and the source of this smell was the hand extended by the ghost.

Xiao An suddenly stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the palm of the person beside him with his index finger.

Bian Shao opened his eyes, hissed lightly, and couldn't help cursing: "Little blind man, you hurt me."

Surprisingly, the black-haired boy was scolded to the most sensitive part of his heart, but he didn't show any anger.

He slowly raised his face, confused, trying to find the location of the ghost, and asked, "Why did the wound on your hand open?"

Obviously always screaming for pain, so you are afraid of pain, aren't you?

Bian Shao said unhappily: "Do you think I bought the herbal medicine, do you have money for me to buy it? It's not because I went to climb the mountain to pick it..."

The black-haired boy was silent.

The ghost mother has never been like this, even in those days when she was hypocritical to Xiao An's young man, she has never been to the point of disregarding her own safety.

It would be too stupid to treat him so well just to kill him and eat him.

But could this ghost be so stupid?

The author has something to say:

Bian Shao: Are you stupid? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Wait, I'll get you hooked on me soon!