[MTL] My Father Is The Villain Who Destroys The World

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"Junior Brother Qingqing, the water marks here are very weird, be careful when you fall." As soon as Zhou Xi's reminder fell to the ground, Ye Qing fell and hit his head on the wall, almost hitting his head.

     Yan Chili and Yu Jinghan were startled, and rushed over at the same time, Tang Xi was also more nervous than anyone else, his voice was trembling and hoarse: "—Qingqing, are you alright?"

     He was just a wisp of remnant soul, and he also stretched out his hand, wanting to help the child up.

     The future of the cultivation world cannot be lost!

     "It's okay..." Ye Qing touched his forehead, he couldn't see his forehead, it should be red.

     The pain had just spread, and before he had time to touch it, he suddenly felt a warm body pressing against him, "You are so stupid!"

     Yan Chili said, reprimanded in a low voice, stretched out a hand, and brushed Ye Qing's forehead, only to see a faint golden light overflowing, and the hideous red and swollen scars on Ye Qingbaijing's forehead disappeared one by one .

     Ye Qing touched his forehead miraculously, and found that all the pain, the momentary pain, disappeared with Yan Chili's hand brushing away.

     What kind of quick-acting painkiller is this!

     Feeling Yan Chili's hand lingering on his forehead for a while, Ye Qing wanted to withdraw it, Ye Qing subconsciously grabbed Yan Chili's sleeve, but he didn't touch the fabric, and when he stretched out his hand, he felt a piece of smooth and fair skin.

     Huh! Why did you touch my brother's hand!

     Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, and just about to let go, the next second his palm was pinched tightly by a big palm. When he raised his head, he met a pair of long and narrow eyes that were as seductive as the deep night sky.

     Ye Qing felt as if his soul was being sucked away.

     "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

     Yan Chili gave him a low smile, the smile was quite expected, he lightly touched Ye Qing's forehead with one hand, and held Ye Qing's slightly struggling hand with the other. A sharp yet delicate face approached, like a bright moon in the sky, with a straight nose almost touching it.

     The impact of this beauty made Ye Qing take a big step back, but before he could escape, he was held down by Li Gui.

     "Don't run around, hold on to me, the wound will heal immediately." Yan Chili wrapped Ye Qing in his cloak and protected him in his arms, stretching out his palm to heal the other person, coaxing.

     Li Gui's hands, the joints of the five fingers under the thin skin are distinct, and they are the color of jade in the underground palace, almost transparent white. Ye Qing couldn't help but take a few more glances.

     No one knew that the ghost prince's hand had bloomed in countless killings, and now it was only left to heal Ye Qing.

     As soon as the wound was mentioned, Ye Qing immediately became obedient and did not resist at all.

     Yan Chili liked the obedience of the other party, he lowered his head to hide his smile, and as soon as he got closer, he smelled the cool breath of the good boy like spring snow.

     Completely different from the lingering fragrance of sweet milk when she was a child, Yan Chili looked down at Ye Qing, and never felt so clearly for a moment that the human cub that was painful when he was young has really grown up. She has faded away from her immature appearance, revealing her thrush-like features, like the fresh grass fragrance that has just been born in the land of Kunling, and it is as beautiful and elegant as mountains and rivers, gradually growing into the appearance in his impression.