Multiverse Strongest Villain System

The night sky at the top of the mountain is always quiet. Even if you don't say a word, you still feel full of happiness in your heart.

Bingyan was completely occupied. Yuwentian at this time was completely different from yuwentian she had seen before. Yuwentian with bloody hands attracted her eyes, but yuwentian at this time made her never want to let go.

The same action as last night, yuwentian gently took off his outer shirt and put it on Bingyan's body. It's the same tenderness and the same people don't want to refuse.

"It's a little cold. It'll be better to put this on. See what gifts I've prepared for you."

In the dark night, Bing Yan's eyes are brighter, gift? She has heard this word countless times, and many senior brothers have given it to her countless times, but she has never opened one.

Perhaps she never thought that one day she would be so full of expectation waiting for someone's gift.

Yu Wentian stretched out his hands and made a strange handprint. No matter how he looked, it didn't seem to have any attack power. Bing Yan didn't say anything, but looked at Yu Wentian's hands.

For her, the gift is not the gift itself, but the person who gives the gift. What if it is given by Yu Wentian, even if it is just a wooden hairpin?

Suddenly, Bingyan's side face was shrouded in a fire red light. She felt an abnormality. Out of the essence of the cultivator, she suddenly turned her head, but she was stunned in this moment.

In front of her, there is a picture created by magic. In the picture, there are colorful flowers. These flowers rush into the sky from the bottom of the picture, expand a little, and then die a little.

One after another, as if it would never be cut off. She remembered that she had heard of this thing, called fireworks, which was loved by all places except the magic gate.

The magic gate is dark and never allows these things to appear. She fantasized in her heart when she was a child. She gradually grew up and forgot these things. She didn't expect to see such beautiful fireworks one day.

"Is this really a gift for me?"

Bing Yan's hands tightly grasped Yu Wentian's arm, but her eyes refused to move for half a minute. At this moment, she seemed to be in a dream, and she never wanted to wake up.

Yu Wentian looked at Bingyan's side face and suddenly flashed a trace of apology, but he cut it off immediately. As a villain, he didn't need this unnecessary apology.

"Just, I hope you can meet someone who is sincere to you in the future."

"What are you talking about?" Bing Yan has been completely immersed in the fireworks picture. Even if yu Wentian accidentally came out, he couldn't hear it clearly.

Yuwentian smiled softly. "I mean, of course it's a gift for you. I prepared it for a long time. Do you like it?"

"I like... I like it."

Bing Yan closed his eyes and breathed hard, and answered loudly. Obviously, she is just a picture scroll, but she feels that she is in this picture scroll at the moment. She can also feel the strong gunpowder smell in the fireworks. Although it is pungent, it makes people feel very comfortable.

"If you like it, when I find a woman who can spend the rest of my life with me, I will prepare a more grand fireworks event for her, and I will invite you to see it at that time."

Bingyan, who was still obsessed with happiness, was stunned in an instant. It seemed that he was a monster who had just become an adult. Before he had time to open his newly acquired left leg, he fell under the spell of removing the demon man and turned into a stone carving in an instant. He couldn't move.

Bing Yan told himself again and again in his heart, "it was just auditory hallucination. Yuwen didn't say this sentence, and he would never say this. I am the one who can spend the rest of his life with him, and his heart must have the same idea as me."

But the tears falling from the corners of her eyes remind her again and again that her dream will wake up after all. Her dream just woke up at the beginning. She woke up so suddenly and unprepared.

"Yan'er, what's the matter with you? You don't have to be so moved. I'm so good to my friends."

Bing Yan turned his head numbly and let Yu Wentian wipe away the tears on her face with his warm hand. Even though she knew that the dream had awakened, she was still greedy for the last warmth.

"Are we just friends?"

This sentence Bing Yan still asked, even though he cursed again and again in his mind. "Fool, Yu Wentian has made it clear that there is no need to ask such stupid questions."

But she was also a woman. She was no different from other women. She was like qianqingbing in the cave at that time. She knew that such a question would only hurt herself, but she still couldn't help asking it.

"Of course not. We are not ordinary friends. We are friends who have experienced life and death. I think even if I get married in the future, it will not stop our friendship."

Bing Yan dodged Yu Wentian's hand and tore off the decoration on his head. Everything is stupid. Especially today, he wasted so much time to dress up, but he got a friend. It's a stupid thing.

"Hahaha, friend, friendship, yuwentian, I tell you, I don't want to be friends with you. From now on, we are no longer friends."

No matter what height it was, he jumped down directly. She knows she won't die or even get hurt. She just wants to try to feel the feeling of death. Maybe the pain in her heart will be weakened later.

Some people say that love is very happy, happy so that you may forget who you are; Others say that love is painful, so painful that people would rather not have a beating heart.

Before meeting yuwentian, she always believed in the latter, so she refused all things related to love. Unfortunately, after meeting yuwentian, she unconsciously believed in the former, but the fact told her that love is the latter.

At the moment when she slipped, she also had extravagant hopes that yuwentian would jump down together because of her and explain to her, but there was nothing. Yuwentian just sat there and looked at her coldly.

Tears kept falling in the air, and Bing Yan didn't wipe it. Flow, flow, perhaps the tears will flow out, there will be no more tears in the future, perhaps without tears, there will be no such pain in your heart.