It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

In the plot, Yin Qianshuang is completely a medically obsessed teenager. Whether it is treating diseases or saving people or preparing drugs and testing drugs, he relies on the supreme pursuit of pharmacology. The San Gong poison he first developed was based on the blood of the medicine man. After the medicine man escaped, he began to improve the poison prescription and tried to find new ways to solve the problem.

Recently, Wen Ai spent a lot of time in the medicine room, devoting himself to the research task of new poison prescriptions. Sometimes he didn't even know the meal was over. When he was willing to come out of the medicine room, Waigu The meals sent by the disciple were already cold.

Wen Ai felt that it would be okay to eat less, but the pheasants in the chicken coop were so pitiful that they were often hungry and cried out in groups. It was a miserable one. Those who didn't know thought they were going to the slaughterhouse.

The big pheasants are all locked in cages, and Wen Ai fills up their food troughs one by one. The chickens on the ground are all around his feet, raising their necks and screaming at him. Little wings They kept fanning, and several hungry ones jumped up and down trying to get his attention.

Wen Ai was amused, grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the ground. The chickens spread out like fireworks, buried their heads to compete for the full rice, and pecked the back of their heads.

These little chickens have been in the chicken coop since they were born. They are not as wild as their parents, and they are also very close to Wen Yai. Now they fill up their stomachs and play around Wen Yai. They are not afraid of people at all, and sometimes they jump. Come on to his shoe.

Wen Ai and the chickens had fun for a while, shaking their feet to shake them off, turned their heads and went into the medicine room again.

In the evening, Wen Yai burned a bucket of bath water, closed the door, took off his clothes and soaked in. He now goes to bed very early every day, which is completely the work and rest time of the elderly. When he finishes the bath, it will be completely dark, so it is suitable to climb into bed.

The hot water relieved the fatigue of the whole day, and Wen Ai squinted his eyes with comfort and missed the flashing red light on the beams of the room.

Cirrus Villa was particularly lively today. The Zhumen Gate was opened to welcome guests from all over the world. People with faces on the rivers and lakes all brought congratulations to Zhuo Yiqing for inheriting the position of owner. The fish and shrimps were also fortunate to have a banquet and talk Talk about the gossip of the world's first son.

There was still some time before the formal opening of the seat, Zhuo Yiqing stayed in the room alone, staring closely at the communicator Ji Yue gave him.

On the screen, the cute little he was thinking about was lying on the side of the bathtub, closing his eyes and taking a nap. The white and tender skin on his back caused him to breathe in the mist, and his mind was instantly filled with dozens of unsuitable children. Eight forbidden screens.

Wen Ai didn't soak for long. When he got up from the bathtub, the water drops along his naked back all the way down, flowing through the waist on both sides of the back waist, then gathered in the middle, and finally slipped into the seductive buttocks. .

Zhuo Yiqing was holding a silk underwear in her hand. It used to be intimately attached to Wen Ai's body, but now it has become a substitute for Zhuo Yiqing to relieve her longing and desire.

Zhuo Yiqing leaned back on the back of the chair, put his hand into the profane pants, rubbed his face against the silky underwear, and even licked his tongue.

"Little cute...wait until that day..." Zhuo Yiqing half-closed her eyes, looking obsessed, "I must kill you..."

When Zhuo Yiqing cleaned herself up, the servant just came and knocked on the door: "Owner, the time for the table is coming, and the guests are waiting in the banquet hall."

Zhuo Yiqing spoke calmly and calmly, with a paternal style: "I see."

As soon as the banquet opened, the old owner Zhuo came out and said a few words, and handed the family heirloom to Zhuo Yiqing in public. There was applause in the banquet hall, and the atmosphere was unusually harmonious.

Cirrus Villa has an unshakable position in the arena. The new owner succeeds to the throne. Everyone has to make a good show. At this moment, they are all stepping forward and presenting gifts one after another. Do not open your eyes.

The three-foot pavilion's shot was the most lavish and direct, and he carried two large boxes of gold ingots up, which was in line with the local heroic spirit of the owner of the golden pavilion.

"I have one more thing here." The master of the Golden Pavilion waved his hand and asked his entourage to present a sword. "The master Zhuo won the first place in the Blade Award Tournament. This is the weapon San Chi Pavilion promised."

Zhuo Yiqing took the sword, stroked the lines on the scabbard carefully, grabbed the hilt and pulled out the sword. The sharp blade reflected the sharp white light, and it was indeed a magic weapon.

The group of people below didn’t even see what the sword looked like, and yelled again. The Lord Jin was obviously very useful to this, showing a satisfied expression: “This sword can follow Zhuangzhu’s side, then It is a sword with a hero, so let’s name it."

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows, a glimmer of interest flashed in her eyes, looked at the full house of guests, and announced loudly: "This sword is named Yushuang."

The lively banquet was not cleaned up until the middle of the night. Zhuo Yiqing drank a lot of wine today and came to the pavilion in the back garden to blow the cold wind alone.

There were footsteps behind her, and Ji Yue sat down at the stone table in the pavilion: "Today you are very beautiful."

Zhuo Yiqing did not look back: "I also want to thank Miss Ji for her help, otherwise I would not be able to solve the two elder brothers so quickly."

"How many times have you said that, don't call me Miss Ji, listening to me is awkward." Ji Yue put her hand on Liang Qinqin's stone table, staring straight at his back, "You... are you going to find him? Up?"

"No." Zhuo Yiqing shook her head and looked up at the stars in the sky, "Don't look at Yinxian Valley as a medical valley, but the guards are all masters. You have also learned."

Ji Yue lowered her eyes and clenched her fingers into a fist: "I can help you break through the line of defense, and the trick of adjusting the tiger away from the mountain can be used again."

"Thank you for your willingness to help, but—" Zhuo Yiqing's expression became gentle, "I want to take him away personally."

Ji Yue was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed out: "Then you may be out of play in your life, and your martial arts cannot be restored."

Zhuo Yiqing secretly transported her inner strength to her right hand, facing Ji Yue with her back, showing a sure smile: "The world is unpredictable, maybe I will be clear."

Three months later, the first batch of chicks that came out of their shells had grown to a half size, and the hens also embraced the nest again.

Wen Ai walked out of the medicine room with the poison that was still in the ink, with a look of excitement on his face: "System, I have succeeded in my research! I can finally go out of the valley to the plot, I am almost suffocating me!"

The system played a clapping sound: "Then you are great."

Wen Ai paused in his brisk footsteps: "Why are you so yin and yang?"

The system's mood is depressed: "Not yet—"

"Forget it, I don't want to listen." Wen Ai speculated. "Mostly, I lost the qualifying match again."

The system blows up: "You know nothing about me!"

Wen Ai: "..."

Wen Ai sent a signal flare to the sky, and rushed over from Waigu soon after he died. Wen Ai sat in the room drinking tea and looked at the poison on the table: "I need Shalian."

The two stood respectfully at the table and began to search for relevant information in their minds.

The dead first had eyebrows: "I heard in the early days that Yin Shalian was in the hands of the Luoxia Sect's major disciple, and then the Luoxia Sect caught fire and Yin Shalian was nowhere to be seen."

Do not save immediately added: "However, according to the people's biography of the rivers and lakes, Yinshalian has been tossed and turned several times, and finally fell into the hands of the demon leader."

Wen Ai put down the tea cup: "Then you go back and prepare, and follow me tomorrow to set off for the Western Regions."

He died: "If the owner of the valley wants the Shalian, I will send someone to the Western Regions to retrieve it, so there is no need to trouble the owner of the valley to go there himself."

Wen Ai shook his head: "The Demon Cult has a sinister terrain and a strange layout. If you go there to steal treasures, you may not be able to retreat."

Surprised: "The Lord of the Valley is going to..."

Wen Ai curled up his lips: "I'm going to talk to that leader to discuss business."