Save the tragic villain in progress!

[Have you ever played a strategy game?

Let a person fall in love with you, deceive his sincerity, and then leave cleanly.

That's just one of your tasks,

It was the only salvation for half his life of suffering.

Loving and lusting for others is like holding a torch against the wind, and you must suffer from burning hands.This fire is scorching, like gangrene attached to the bone, it is hard to extinguish after touching the body.

"I traveled hundreds of miles across the moon. When I was young, I was crowned king and took charge of the northern region of Cangdu. I should have been high-spirited. I didn't love much in my life, and I had very little sincerity. Later, I was careful and paid for one person, only to realize that it was just a scam. So far. , Ten years of fear of well ropes, the rest of my life will not dare to love..."

"Now I'm alone, all love is gone, and only hatred and bitterness remain."

"You don't want my love, so accept this hate..."

"The cage has been prepared long ago, the poison will not kill,

I don't know where I went wrong, to be deceived so badly,

I love you, I wish your life would be better than death..."]

——Excerpt from "Greedy Joy" by Internet writer Sang Feiwan

Sang Feiwan used to be a small pornographic writer, but after the crackdown, he was forced to change.However, the writing habits developed over the years cannot be changed overnight. They always involve unspeakable marginal content. A book has been returned sixteen times by the editor-in-chief within half a year.

"Sang Feiwan, change it again, prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony. I have said it many times. Don't write such content that cannot pass the review."

Sang Feiwan had a headache, and the editor-in-chief had a worse headache than him.This book is full of marginal content, it is not deleted, it is not deleted, it has been revised sixteen times and it has not passed the review, it is a kind of torture.

"Competition in all walks of life is very fierce now, you should be more cautious and delete all the red content, you know?"

Sang Feiwan is very good at nourishing Qi, and never confronts the leader face to face.Hearing that the manuscript has not passed the review this time, he is not angry, but just adjusts his sitting posture: "But if you delete the content marked in red, there will be nothing left in this book."

Editor-in-Chief: "Then write more plots."

Sang Feiwan rubbed her temples lightly with her fingertips: "The places marked in red are plots."

The editor-in-chief adjusted his glasses and looked directly at him: "I'm referring to the main plot, not the bed plot."

Sang Feiwan: "..."

Seeing that Sang Feiwan was silent, the editor-in-chief sighed: "I know you used to write that kind of articles before. It may be difficult to change your writing style in a short time, but you can't wait for the times to adapt to you, you have to adapt to the times yourself."

"I've read your outline. You set the protagonist to travel through another world, be bound by the system, and have to XXOO with a few selected mission targets before returning to his own world. This theme itself is very marginal. You change it, Just change XXOO to... change it to make several mission targets fall in love with the protagonist, and the plot line will be broken."

The editor-in-chief sternly rejects [色色], but Sang Feiwan likes to write [色色] the most.When two tigers fight, one of them is bound to be injured, and one of them will always retreat.

Sang Feiwan has always been meticulous in his work.He didn't like to have his head broken, so naturally he never hit the south wall. After hearing this, he finally compromised, pulled his chair and got up and said, "Okay, then I'll change it when I go back."

The editor-in-chief hinted without a trace: "Well... when will you hand in the manuscript?"

Sang Feiwan has no procrastination, and will always be the one among the authors who submits the manuscript on time: "Tomorrow I will correct the outline and send it to your email, and the manuscript will be sent to you next month."

The editor-in-chief was taken aback when he heard the words: "Why is it still next month?"

Sang Feiwan: "It's nothing. I want to go to the beach to relax recently. I may not be in the city these two days."

After finishing his words, he turned around and left the office, closing the door behind him very politely.

The driver parked the car on the side of the road and had been waiting downstairs for Sang Feiwan for a while. When he saw him coming out of the office building, he honked the horn.

Sang Feiwan opened the door to get in the car, sat in the back seat, took out a pen from his jacket pocket, and began to revise the outline directly on the printed manuscript.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Master..."

Sang Feiwan didn't even raise her head, just dipped the pen with the leaking ink on a paper towel, and wrote lightly: "Although I write novels, it doesn't mean that I want to live like novels, what are you young masters and masters? right?"

The driver had no choice but to change his words: "Mr. Sang, the day after tomorrow is my wife's birthday, are you sure you want to travel overseas, don't you want to postpone it for two days?"

Sang Feiwan's mother is a gallery owner. She wanders among the upper-class literary and artistic circles and all kinds of men all the year round. She is a well-known "social butterfly".Father founded the company, Bo has assets, and is also a romantic seed.

In short, the marriage of the couple exists in name only, and they have been playing their own games for many years, and no one interferes with the other.

Sang Feiwan didn't see them a few times throughout the year, and said without raising her head when she heard the words: "There are many people who accompany her, and I am not lacking. If I go to the banquet, it will only hinder her. Drive to the airport, don't delay flight."

The son of a well-known painter ran to write that kind of low-level pornography. It is conceivable that Ms. Sang looked down on this son very much.

Sang Feiwan has a smooth personality, but she is also a bit deviant in her bones, and she just likes to write that kind of unfashionable things.But unfortunately, I can't write now.

He sat in the back seat of the car, flipped through the outline, and changed the main plot with a pen: the protagonist travels to another world and is bound by the system. world.

It's just that the original eclectic plot, after much deliberation, he still couldn't bear to write down and delete it, the tip of the pen made a cloud of ink on the paper, and he still didn't write in the end.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

He muttered to himself, threw the manuscript aside, and closed his eyes in the back seat of the car to rest.It never occurred to him that going out to sea for relaxation this time would lead him to hell, and unfortunately he lost his life in a shipwreck.

A shiny diamond lay quietly on the roof of the car, predicting that Sang Feiwan was about to die, and was about to start picking up leaks.At the same time, I muttered in my heart, it seems that the author's job is really difficult, why all of them died young.

The vehicle galloped away, rolled up the fallen leaves, fluttered and fell around, as if life was uncontrollable——

Sang Feiwan died.

No one expected that the originally sunny sea would suddenly change the sky.

Before he died, the last sight he saw was a dark and cloudy sky.A huge wave hit the sky, wrapped in strong wind and showers, and hit the body hard, followed by suffocation from the mouth and nose, and gradually lost consciousness, like a kite with a broken string losing its direction, and completely connected with death.

A diamond floated above the sea, with a white light blooming all over its body:

【Ding!The host has been successfully bound! 】

[The gate of time and space is being opened, and the time-traveling work "Greedy Joy" is selected]

【Successful crossing】

Sang Feiwan only felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing, as if a heavy boulder was pressing on his chest, and there was something talking in his ear.

Who……

Who the hell is...

A fishy sweetness suddenly rose from Sang Feiwan's throat, and he felt nauseated.He opened his eyes suddenly, clutched his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, his throat was burning like a needle, and he let out a heart-piercing low cough:

"Cough...cough...cough..."

It was a small servant's room, clean and without any luxurious furnishings, only a wooden table in the middle, and two or three cracked celadon cups.Through the plain curtains, one could vaguely see a man lying on the bed, coughing violently at the edge of the bed, and a puddle of black blood had accumulated on the ground.

I don't know if the sound of Sang Feiwan's waking up alarmed others, but there was a squeak, and suddenly someone opened the door and entered, and a middle-aged man walked in.The other party was wearing a square hat, a long gown with a pattern of copper coins, and two beards. He seemed to be a housekeeper.

When he saw Sang Feiwan waking up, he was a little surprised, then he frowned and said in a deep tone: "You are lucky to wake up. There are some things I didn't want to say, but now I can't do it anymore. You should always consider your identity, but it’s just a plaything given to the city lord by your father. If the city lord wants to see you, he will naturally meet you. If he doesn’t want to see you, it’s useless even if you go through the sky.”

"In Cangdu City, there are not ten thousand but eight thousand people who want to curry favor with the city lord. The backyard is filled with stunning beauty sent by the lords from all over the world. Everyone else is honest and honest. Why are you so restless? The inner hall is the most important place in the royal city. , you dare to trespass in order to meet the city lord by chance, and you should be punished for the crime, but fortunately the city lord didn't hear the news this time, otherwise it's up to me to deal with you!"

He flicked his sleeves heavily after finishing his sentence: "Go to work when you wake up, there are no idlers in the royal city!"

Sang Feiwan didn't speak from the beginning to the end, because he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.He stared blankly at the leaving housekeeper, then frowned and looked down at his clothes, only to find that they were ancient clothes, and even his hair was tied into a bun.

How could this be? !

Sang Feiwan was terrified in his heart, and once suspected that he was dreaming, but before he had time to do anything, there was a flash in front of his eyes, and a shining diamond appeared out of thin air, the light almost blinding people's eyes:

【Author Name: Sang Feiwan

Cause of death: Drowning.

Works: "Locked", "Locked", "Locked", "Greedy Huan", etc.

The goal of this mission: to rescue the tragic villain Baili Duyue in "Greedy Joy".

Task success reward: get a chance to respawn once. 】

It is outrageous enough that a big diamond can fly, but it can also talk, and it is really sensational to spread the word.Seeing this, Sang Feiwan's pupils shrank slightly, and she was so shocked that she didn't know what to say for a long time.

As if to verify his conjecture, the diamond made a gorgeous circle in the air: [Dear host, congratulations on successfully binding the villain rescue system. I am the intelligent system King Kong, and I am very happy to serve you~]

Sang Feiwan didn't hear clearly, and was stunned for a moment: "... what system?"

System: [Save the tragic villain system]

Sang Feiwan: "Save what?"

System: [Sorrowful Villain]

Sang Feiwan: "..."

Sang Feiwan never dreamed in his life that one day he would actually travel into the little pornography he wrote.After all, his writing has no main line or connotation. It is nothing more than a story of a scumbag male protagonist who shows mercy everywhere, reaps a lot of sincerity with various beauties XXOO, and finally pats his ass and leaves neatly.

Is there anything good about this kind of text?

【shh】

The system seemed to be able to read minds, and said in a serious tone,

[Don't underestimate yourself, you have to believe that even Xiao Huangwen will have true feelings~]

"..."

Sang Feiwan didn't say a word. He found that there was a bronze mirror in the room. He walked forward slowly, but saw a familiar face reflected in it.

The person in the mirror has a pair of wonderful eyes, which are born with hooks hidden in them, and they hook people's hearts and souls with a smile.The color of her lips was dark red, a little like blood, but also like a crumpled flower, with a look of depression.It's just that his complexion is a little pale and a little less energetic.

It was exactly the same as Sang Feiwan's own appearance.

Sang Feiwan raised his hand to stroke his face, but felt a coldness in it, felt strange for no reason, frowned and asked the system: "Who did I become in time travel?"

He didn't remember that there was a character with the same appearance as himself in the book "Greedy Huan".

The system told the truth: [I don't know. 】

Sang Fei had a late meal: "Aren't you a system, why don't you know?"

System: [When the content in the book becomes the real world, Tiandao will automatically complete some people or things that do not exist in the book, so the identity of the host is randomly drawn every time he travels, please explore the specific situation by yourself. 】

Sang Feiwan: "Then who do I need to save?"

The system slowly spit out a name: [Bailiduyue. 】

"Greedy Huan" is a novel with a fantasy background.

In the cloud environment, split the soil and divide the king.The emperor sits in Zhongzhou, and the rest is the Sixteen Kings City.Among the sixteen kings, Cangdu Northern Territory, Tianxiang Southern Territory, Bone Ghost Territory, and Wind, Snow and Silver Territory are the most powerful.Legend has it that the king of these four cities is as rich as an enemy country, and he sits in all directions in the cloud realm, and no evil spirits dare to commit crimes.

Baili Duyue is the lord of Cangdu Royal City.It is said that he didn't like gold, silver, or power in his life, but he liked painting the most, and he was good at painting beauties, so the world must be beautiful to catch his eyes.

In order to flatter and curry favor, some small town lords in the Northern Territory searched for beauties everywhere and offered them to Cangdu.Just like what the housekeeper said just now, the backyard has been filled to the brim, with both men and women, all of them stunning beauties.

However, none of the city lords from a hundred li took a fancy to them. He threw all those beauties to the housekeeper and arranged cleaning work in the city lord's mansion.

The original owner of Sang Feiwan's body was sold to the local city lord by his profit-hungry father because of his poor family. The local city lord sent him to the main city of Cangdu in order to curry favor with Baili crossing the moon.

It's a pity that the original body is an idiot beauty. Although she has the best appearance, she is illiterate, rude and stupid, so she is naturally not caught by Baili Duyue.Ever since he entered the city lord's mansion, he has been in charge of cleaning the backyard. As time went on, he couldn't bear the desire to fly up the branches and become a phoenix. He heard from somewhere last night that Baili Duyue would paint in the inner hall. Wanted to go in secretly to meet by chance next month, but was caught by the guards before entering the door.

It is conceivable that the butler almost died of anger and ordered someone to beat him up.However, the original body was weak, and he accidentally died, which made Sang Feiwan cheaper.

After figuring out the reason of the matter, Sang Feiwan finally no longer had any doubts in his heart, but there was still one thing he couldn't figure out.It stands to reason that the housekeeper only punished the original body, no matter how serious it was, it was only a flesh injury, but how could he vomit blood?

He bent over and squatted on the ground, with a little blood stain on his fingertips, the color was black, which was clearly a sign of poisoning.

Sang Feiwan touched his heart again, and the feeling of suffocation and dullness just now had disappeared, except for the bruises on his body, he didn't feel much.

He had no choice but to put this matter aside for the time being, and turned to look at the system: "You said you want me to save Baili Duyue, how should I save it?"

The system asked back: [What do you think is the tragedy of his life? 】

Sang Feiwan paused when he heard the words, and then slowly smiled: "Of course it's on the protagonist Duan Yang..."

Just an ordinary story.

A ruthless person deceived the heart of the lord of a city, and made a proud man of heaven forced to fall and become completely unrecognizable.Then he pulled away cleanly and left, and continued to deceive the next target, leaving that person behind in a complete defeat.

There are too many plots like this, it's too bad, and it has long been reduced to a cliché.Even if it was a tragedy, it couldn't stir up any waves in Sang Feiwan's heart. He couldn't see the compassion, and sighed, "Duan Yang ruined Baili Duyue's life. It's so pitiful, isn't it?"

The system didn't make a sound, because it sensed the calmness and indifference in Sang Feiwan's compassionate tone, as if it wasn't as sad as it showed, and said after a while:

[As long as you clear the blackening value of Baili Duyue to zero, the system will automatically determine that the mission is successful, and you can be resurrected in the original world. 】

Sang Feiwan smiled: "It's really a good deal."

It is indeed a good deal, after all, not everyone can have the chance of resurrection.

A light screen quietly appeared in front of him, showing the blackening value of Baili Duyue, but what was surprising was that there were actually two blackening bars on it.

[Evil personality blackening degree: 89%

Darkness of good personality: 32%]

The system explained: [According to the setting of the original book "Greed for Huan", Baili Duyue split into two personalities, good and evil, because of the psychological shadow in childhood.The host can only judge the success of the mission by clearing all the blackness of his good and evil personalities and merging them into one personality. 】

"..."

Sang Feiwan was keenly aware that the difficulty of the task seemed to be a little bit high: "Have you bound other hosts before?"

The system chick pecked rice and nodded.

Sang Feiwan: "Their tasks are the same as mine?"

[It's so different! 】

The system flew to Sang Feiwan's ears, half-truths and half-truths began to brainwash,

[Actually, your task is already very simple, my previous host needs to save four villains at the same time! !Four! !You only need to save one, how easy! 】

It sounds like Sang Feiwan did get a big deal.

Sang Feiwan didn't believe it all in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.There was still some fire in his lungs, he walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of cold water into the cup, then raised his head and drank it, the fishy-sweet smell in his throat finally faded.

Sang Feiwan raised his hand to wipe away the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and his fingertips became dark red.He lowered his eyes and twirled his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking, Shaoqing finally smiled, and said to the system: "I know how to do the task, thank you."

The voice is gentle and polite, like the gurgling stream, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Although Cangdu City is a city, it is as big as a country, enclosing the entire northern region, and even the City Lord's Mansion is as majestic as a royal palace.

Not long after Sang Feiwan figured out the mission, he had already made a plan in his heart.He washed his face, arranged his clothes, and then opened the door and walked out of the room.

This courtyard should be a servant's room, because Sang Feiwan saw many people outside sweeping the ground and pruning flowers and branches.Although they are all dressed in the costumes of servants, they are all rare beauties, handsome men and women, making this place look like a fairy palace.

Meanwhile, Duan Yang, the protagonist of the original novel in "Greedy Huan", is walking with a bucket at this time, ready to clean the study room.He seemed a little absent-minded, and was worrying about how to get closer to the target of Bailiduyue. After all, the system didn't give him a lot of time, and it would be too late if he used up any more. There were other targets waiting for him.

However, there are so many beauties in this city lord's mansion, even if you don't do anything, it's wonderful to feast your eyes.If he really wanted to leave here, he still felt a little bit reluctant.

Sang Feiwan almost recognized at a glance that the man with restless eyes was Duan Yang, the male lead stallion in "Greedy Joy".He watched from a distance, leaned against the door and pondered for a moment, finally smiled, stepped forward and asked, "Duan Yang, where are you going?"

Among the beauties who were sent in, Shu Sang Feiwan had the best looks, but he also had the worst temper. He wanted to be strong everywhere, lest others would steal his limelight.I was punished yesterday, and I don't know how many people laughed secretly.

Duan Yang suddenly saw him talking to him with a smile, as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes widened for a long time and he didn't know how to answer: "Why are you asking this?"

There was a bit of hostility hidden in the tone, but it was not difficult to understand that Sang Feiwan was good-looking, and he was a potential threat to Duan Yang's strategy against Baili Duyue.

Or to be more blunt, Duan Yang actually didn't mind getting rid of Sang Feiwan, but he saw that the other party was stupid and not a threat, so he didn't do it for a long time.

Sang Feiwan pretended not to see the hostility in his eyes, the corners of his lips remained unchanged, and even deepened a little: "The steward told me to work when I wake up, are you going to clean the study, I'll go with you."

The tragedy of Bailiduyue was caused by Duan Yang. If you want to kill the source, you must start with Duan Yang.In a sense, the goals of the two of them coincide somewhat——

Get rid of each other.

Duan Yang paused when he heard the words, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't refuse, but he said without emotion: "It's up to you."

The study room is the room where Baili Duyue usually hangs paintings, and it is full of scrolls, so be careful when sorting them out.Duan Yang is down-to-earth and prudent, and he is the most caring person, so he specially entrusted him with the work of cleaning the study room.

Who doesn't know that the city lord loves painting like an idiot, cleaning in the study is tantamount to getting the moon first.Whether Duan Yang is stupid or insane, he actually asked Sang Feiwan to go with him.

The beauties around who were pruning flowers and plants couldn't help but looked over one after another, but saw them carrying buckets into the study one after the other, with different thoughts for a while.

Sang Feiwan opened the door and entered the study, and a strong aroma of paper and ink came over her face.He looked around, but saw that the walls were covered with paintings, landscapes, flowers and birds, with a few strokes, full of charm, it must have come from the hand of the Baili City Lord who "writes the world with wonderful pens".

The treasure shelf next to it is not rare and antiques, but various precious inkstones.On the wall in the middle hung a painting with wet ink.There are continuous mountains and rivers, and a hut is hidden in it.Seng Mi braved the wind and snow to walk forward on a moonlit night, with a bit of Buddha spirit.

Sang Feiwan's mother is a painter, and he knows how to paint more or less. Seeing this, he couldn't help but take a second look, thinking that the brushstrokes are really powerful.

Duan Yang kept paying attention to him, and asked aloud, "What are you looking at?"

Sang Feiwan rolled up his sleeves, revealing a wrist with sharp joints, and wiped the floating dust on the table with a white handkerchief: "It's nothing, I just think the painting looks good, and the signature is stamped with the city lord's private seal, it must be very serious." Precious. We need to be careful not to spoil it, otherwise it is not good to provoke disgust."

He seemed to be telling someone deliberately, but he didn't seem to say anything.

Duan Yang is the heroine of Xiao Huangwen, his mind is full of unspeakable XXOO, he doesn't understand the words of calligraphy and painting, he heard the words and glanced at the painting: "How can a good painting make flowers, why is it so delicate."

Sang Feiwan: "The ink marks on the surface are still wet, so it's easy to stain."

Duan Yang was a little surprised: "I saw this painting hanging here yesterday, why didn't I do it, don't lie to me."

Sang Feiwan smiled, and explained in a low voice: "This ink is thousand-year-old ink, which is ground from the traceless stone deep in the seabed of Yucheng City. After painting, it needs to be dried in a cool place for eight days. The color can last for thousands of years. It does not fade. The ink marks on the paper are deep, so it must not be dry. When it dries completely, the color will be a little lighter than it is now, and the meaning of the mountains will come out."

What he said was reasonable, causing Duan Yang to look at him several times in doubt.Sang Feiwan turned a blind eye and continued to clean carefully, as if she were different from usual.

Duan Yang made an excuse to talk to him: "Have you ever been to the City of Bones?"

Sang Feiwan: "White Bone City is in Huangquan, so of course I won't go there."

Duan Yang did not give up: "What about Snow Wind City?"

Sang Feiwan: "It's an extremely cold place over there, and every drop of water turns into ice. Ordinary people will freeze to death nine times out of ten, and I won't go there."

He knew why Duan Yang asked such a question, because Duan Yang's attack target was not only Bailiduyue, but also the owners of three other cities, and he even got a piece with the emperor later.Find out the news in advance now, and be prepared.

Seeing that Sang Feiwan didn't say anything, Duan Yang inevitably felt bored.After tidying up the desk, he glanced at the paintings on the wall, and suddenly said to Sang Feiwan: "Okay, it's almost done, let's go out. The city lord will come back later, maybe he wants to look at the paintings, he doesn't like people disturb."

Sang Feiwan paused after hearing the words, and stopped his movements: "Alright, it's getting late, let's go back first."

The two of them had their own ghosts, and after leaving the study, they went back to their houses.It's just that when Sang Feiwan walked to the corner, he didn't know what to think of, and suddenly turned back the same way, but he happened to see Duan Yang sneaking back into the study, and it took a long time before he came out.

Sang Feiwan leaned against the wall and hid in the dark, looking down, not surprised.Seeing Duan Yang leave, he stood up straight, slowly opened the door and entered the study room, but saw that the picture of monks under the moon on the main hall was suddenly deliberately wiped with a large ink stain, which looked abnormally abrupt.

"Stupid..."

Sang Feiwan talked to himself and laughed lowly, as if lamenting Duan Yang's clumsy tricks.

He stared at the ink mark for a while, and suddenly felt that Tianzhi Xuemei was also good.But he didn't do anything, quietly exited the study, closed the door, and went back to rest.

It was night, when it was time for dinner, everyone was about to go to the back kitchen to serve dishes, but they saw the butler suddenly leading a few guards in through the moon gate, with a gloomy face: "Who is in charge of cleaning the study today? !"

Everyone subconsciously looked at Duan Yang when they heard the words, Duan Yang was also stunned for a moment, then got up, scratched his head foolishly and said: "I went with Feiwan, he said he saw that I was too tired cleaning alone, so he wanted to help me, I agree."

The housekeeper couldn't help but frowned: "Sang Feiwan? Why is there something about him?!"

Duan Yang asked suspiciously: "Housekeeper, what happened?"

The housekeeper barely held back his breath and said: "Today, the city lord returned to the mansion and ordered someone to take a picture to see, but he saw that the painting hanging on the main hall of the study was scratched by someone, and now he is about to question someone. You, you, who do you want to help?" Well, I want to find Sang Feiwan!"

The matter has come to this point, and there is nothing that people don't understand.Duan Yang is honest and honest. He never made a mistake cleaning the study room. Why did something happen to Sang Feiwan as soon as he went there today? Duan Yang, a silly boy, was clearly framed by Sang Feiwan.

At this time, the importance of impression points is reflected. Almost no one suspects that Duan Yang did it, and they all place their suspicion on Sang Feiwan.

The housekeeper asked angrily: "Where is Sang Feiwan?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creaking sound of the door, and Sang Feiwan suddenly walked out of the room.He should have heard the commotion outside, but he didn't panic at all: "Housekeeper, Duan Yang and I did sweep the study together today, but when the two of us left, the calligraphy and painting were still in good condition, and no flowers were rubbed off."

The housekeeper frowned and looked at Duan Yang: "Is that so?"

Duan Yang shook his head, and stammered: "I... I forgot... Today is the study room I left first, and Fei Wan stayed behind to close the door, so I didn't pay attention to that painting."

He is deliberately misleading.

The butler impatiently listened to the two of them shirk their responsibilities, and waved his hand and ordered the guards to take them away: "You save these words and say them in front of the city lord!"

Hearing that he was able to see the city lord, Duan Yang secretly rejoiced in his heart, his eyes lit up for a moment.

Sang Feiwan didn't respond, and went to the main hall with the guards without saying a word.

The previous old city lord of Cangdu City had countless heirs, but only Baili Duyue could succeed him and take charge of the entire Northern Territory, which is quite impressive.When Sang Feiwan entered the main hall, he saw a man sitting at the head, wearing a jade crown, and wearing a red background with dark gold patterns. He looked lazy and dusty.But what is even more strange is that Baili Duyue's hair color is not jet black, but as clear as frost and snow, and even the eyelashes are white.

When Duan Yang saw Baili Duyue for the first time, his eyes were straightened. He didn't expect the task target given to him by the system to be so stunning.

Sang Feiwan stared at Baili Duyue's dark eyes for a moment, and finally concluded that the one who is in charge of the body is an evil personality, smiled imperceptibly, then lifted the hem of his robe, and calmly knelt down: "Feiwan met the city lord. "

He is like a person in a painting, his every move is smooth and flowing, with indescribable elegance.The black jade in the eyes was shining, and even the halls and pavilions were a little brighter when he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, which only made people suddenly understand the meaning of the words "Pengpi Shenghui".

The man on the high seat took a look at Sang Feiwan and suddenly felt familiar.I realized later that he was the most noisy one among the beauties in the backyard, with a straw in his belly and no ink in his chest, just like a beauty with skin but no bones, flesh and soul, it is really hard to paint.

But looking at it today, it has a little more aura.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Baili Duyue got up and left his seat, and stepped down the steps with his hands behind his back. The hem of his crimson robe brushed against the ground and passed by, making a slight sound.He walked in front of Sang Feiwan, and asked out of no emotion: "Did you take the painting?"

The attendant came forward holding the painting, the ink marks were more abrupt than the day.

Sang Feiwan said unhurriedly: "Feiwan did clean the study room, but she didn't dirty the scroll, please tell the city lord."

Baili Duyue's thinking was the same as everyone else's, and he suspected that Sang Feiwan deliberately framed Duan Yang: "You said you never dirty the picture scroll, what proof do you have?"

Because Duan Yang is usually "honest", he escaped the punishment.

Sang Feiwan: "The city lord used traceless ink to paint. I saw the mountains and mountains in the painting with heavy strokes, and the lightness was not visible, so I knew the ink marks were not dry. Therefore, I was careful when cleaning. How could I rub the painting on purpose. "

Baili Duyue seemed to chuckle lightly when he heard the words: "You know the goods."

His fingertips were slender and cold, and he suddenly raised Sang Feiwan's chin, looking directly at him with unclear meaning.However, those eyes were generous and magnanimous, without any distraction or panic.

After a few breaths, Baili Duyue slowly withdrew his hand, implying: "If it's not you, then someone else."

Now he became Duan Yang in a panic, he hastily knelt down and bowed his hands in salute: "City Lord, I really don't know why the picture scroll was ruined, please tell the city master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he subconsciously looked up, but he was caught off guard by Sang Feiwan's unpredictable eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "Yes, the city lord, Duan Yang Ding certainly didn't rub the scroll on purpose, I guess he accidentally rubbed his cuff while cleaning."

When everyone heard the words and followed the sound, they saw a small piece of black ink on Duan Yang's cuff and fingertips, and they couldn't help being surprised.

The male protagonist of Stallion Xiaohuangwen thinks with his lower body, and Duan Yang is naturally not very smart. He wanted to withdraw his hand in a panic, and stammered to explain: "This ink stain is what I didn't know when I was practicing calligraphy in the house last night." Be careful, it's not, it's not on the painting..."

Duan Yang's explanation stopped abruptly, because he suddenly saw Sang Feiwan facing him, moved his lips silently, smiled and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"idiot……"

"I told you that it is a thousand-year-old ink. Although it is not easy to dry on the paper, it is hard to get rid of the skin. The ink marks will not fade for a thousand years. How could you be so stupid as to rub the ink with your hands..."

"If the ink marks can't be washed off, aren't you looking for your own death...?"

At this point, Duan Yang's heart suddenly turned cold, and he realized that he was defeated by Sang Feiwan. He couldn't help becoming angry, and directly reached out and grabbed his collar: "Sang Feiwan! You intentionally hurt me!" It's me?!"

Sang Feiwan pretended to be surprised when he heard the words, and seemed a little surprised: "Duan Yang, how could I hurt you on purpose, since you accidentally scratched the ink marks while practicing calligraphy, it's fine if you explain it to the city lord. The city lord is magnanimous and will definitely not blame you."

As soon as Duan Yang pushed Sang Feiwan to the ground, he was so angry that he wanted to punch him, but before he could make a move, he saw Baili Duyue's palm blow, and Duan Yang's figure flew out several meters away. Far away, he slammed into the pillar heavily.

With a muffled sound of "bang", everyone in the hall was startled.

Baili Duyue withdrew his hand, his voice sounded like snow falling, and he couldn't hear his emotions coldly: "Come here, take him down to wash off the ink marks. If you wash it off, it's fine, if you can't wash it off..."

He paused: "Peel off the skin."

Duan Yang's complexion was pale.

The original CP was demolished by Sang Feiwan's trick. Let alone continue the frontier, it's not bad if it doesn't become a life-and-death enemy.

Sang Feiwan didn't really want to kill Duan Yang, he just kicked him out of the house.Seeing Duan Yang being dragged out by the guards, he slowly knelt up and straightened up, suddenly grabbed Baili Duyue's cold hand hidden under his sleeve robe, and said, "City Lord, Duan Yang didn't mean it, why don't you spare him?" Life?"

Sensing the warm touch from her fingertips, Baili Duyue subconsciously frowned, and subconsciously looked down, only to see Sang Feiwan smiling at herself.There is something deep hidden in the warm and jade-like eyes, making it hard to see through.

"The painting may still be saved..."

Sang Feiwan's voice was low, whether it was intentional or not, she lightly brushed the palm of Baili Duyue with her little finger, causing a throbbing itch.

"Why don't you let me have a try?"

Baili Duyue instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Sang Feiwan was so courageous that he directly clasped his fingertips, tightened them slowly, and asked in a low voice meaningfully: "What is the city lord afraid of?"

The system is hidden in the dark, and seeing the protagonist in the original book being solved by Sang Feiwan in a few words, he couldn't help being secretly surprised.However, when he took a closer look, he suddenly discovered that Sang Feiwan seemed to be dozens of times more dangerous than Duan Yang.For Baili Duyue, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.