Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Wen Xuan moved his head and stopped asking this topic. He didn't know if he thought enough was enough.

"You're drunk. I'll take you back to your room first." Zhao Xuan could smell the faint aroma of wine on Wen Xuan's body. After thinking about it, he said this.

No matter how good the moonlight was, facing a drunk person, Zhao Xuan felt that even if he wanted to say something, he would stop.

Wen Xuan didn't know whether he heard it or not. He raised his eyes and stared at the big and round moon for a moment without saying a word.

Zhao Xuan turned his head and was about to speak.

Wen Xuan suddenly buried his face on his shoulder, turned the back of his head towards him, and refused without thinking, "No, I don't want to go back."

"Your drinking capacity is not very good. If I don't send you back, are you planning to sleep on this roof all night?" Zhao Xuan couldn't laugh or cry.

He finally discovered that no matter which small world Chu Ge went to, he was always an obedient "good student" who didn't drink, and his drinking capacity was always so "enjoyable".

It only takes three cups at most, which is considered a good day.

Although Zhao Xuan didn't know how much wine was left in the jar of wine in Wen Xuan's hand, it was easy to tell from the way he drank it before that it should be at least half empty.

Wen Xuan moved his head, but only slightly. He seemed to have no strength to raise his head again, and his voice was a little muffled, "I won't go."

Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you go?"

Wen Xuan said no more.

Zhao Xuan lowered his eyes and fell on Wen Xuan's hand that was holding the wine jar. Looking at his movements, he couldn't help but worry that the unfinished wine in the jar would spill out at any time.

Although this wine is not expensive, it would be a pity if it was spilled like this.

"Did today's events affect your mood?" Zhao Xuan deliberately carried the wine to the roof to find Wen Xuan, just because he was worried that he would also be affected by the results of the six people before.

The original intention was to enlighten others, but Wen Xuan got himself drunk first.

Wen Xuan raised his head, and his hazy eyes fell on Zhao Xuan's face. He didn't know if it was because Zhao Xuan fell into deep thought after these words, and his eyes were a little erratic.

"I just didn't expect...that they would end up like that." His voice was low and inaudible.

If it weren't for Zhao Xuan's extraordinary sense of touch and his close proximity, I'm afraid these words wouldn't have reached his ears at all.

Zhao Xuan was stunned. His peach blossom eyes, which had always been full of emotion, gradually calmed down. His long and thick eyelashes drooped, covering most of the emotions in his eyes.

"The human heart is the most untestable thing in this world. We just need to do our own thing well and do our best in other things. Their endings are not something we can control."

He said these words very softly, as if they would be gone by the wind in the next second.

These words are not very gentle, but more of a helplessness to recognize reality.

Wen Xuan felt something strange in Zhao Xuan's words, and was about to ask him why he said that and if he had experienced anything before. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were attracted by the... teeth marks on the back of Zhao Xuan's neck.

A pair of eyes stayed on the looming bite mark for several seconds before reluctantly looking away.

Zhao Xuan was so sensitive. Even though Wen Xuan quickly looked away, he still noticed where the gaze was.

The bite mark on the back of the neck is actually nothing. It may feel a little itchy and painful at first, but as time goes by, let alone the pain, if Wen Xuan didn't stop on the back of the neck, he would almost forget about it.

"I once firmly believed in upholding justice, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, but now you tell me, who is right and who is wrong in everything that happens in this village?"

Wen Xuan realized that he was distracted, and also realized that he should not be full of personal affairs at this time.

Therefore, he forcibly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, stared into Zhao Xuan's eyes with burning eyes, and asked each word.

"In order to survive, they will not let go of corpses. Do such people really need our protection?"

Zhao Xuan raised his hand, paused for a moment, then walked around Wen Xuan's back and put his shoulder on his shoulder, patting him twice.

"Don't think so much, just go to sleep when you feel sleepy."

This question was destined to be unanswerable, and he could not give Wen Xuan a satisfactory answer.

When people encounter danger, they will choose to survive for themselves and those close to them, at the expense of others.

This is understandable.

Human nature is inherently selfish. The reason why they haven't made such a decision yet is because they haven't reached that critical moment yet. Therefore, he doesn't know what he will do when the danger comes?

Wen Xuan was actually drunk for a long time, and it was precisely because he was drunk that he would say the inner thoughts that he usually kept in his heart and was unwilling to say.

Zhao Xuan was determined to stop here, but Wen Xuan seemed to have been piling up for a long time and had no choice but to release it.

"Zhao Xuan, tell me, is it right or wrong to hoe the strong and support the weak?" Wen Xuan's hazy eyes were like the misty rain in Jiangnan, where the drizzle continued, as if covered with a layer of gauze.

Zhao Xuan was grabbed by the collar by Wen Xuan and was pulled unexpectedly. He leaned forward. Wen Xuan raised his head and opened and closed his mouth as he spoke, with obvious reluctance in his voice.

But his attention was not on Wen Xuan's words, because Wen Xuan's movement was so sudden that his lips brushed the side of Wen Xuan's face.

Just a little bit...

He almost kissed Wen Xuan's lips.

Such a sudden and unprepared action made Zhao Xuan unable to recover for a long time, and he didn't even pay attention to what Wen Xuan said.

"Are the red spots on your body... getting better?" Wen Xuan suddenly changed the topic, and his eyes were attracted by the red bumps on Zhao Xuan's face and neck. He temporarily put aside the matter of killing his fellow disciples and bloodletting. .

Zhao Xuan had never been one to be easily restrained, but Wen Xuan was completely different when he was drunk and sober.

Holding Zhao Xuan's collar with one hand, he glanced around as if patrolling the territory. Such a reaction made Zhao Xuan... rare and uncomfortable.

He subconsciously wanted to step back, but Wenxuan refused to let go, and the big hand he held tightly did not move at all.

This made Zhao Xuan have no choice but to put his hands on the roof behind Wen Xuan to prevent anyone from being unable to sit firmly and his whole body falling on Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan had Zhao Xuan's arms wrapped around him to support him. At first glance, those who didn't know it thought it was Zhao Xuan holding him in his arms.

"Ahem, Wen Xuan, please let go of your hand first." Zhao Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "If you grab me like this again, I'm afraid we will fall."

He wasn't afraid of falling, but it wasn't necessary. He could sit properly, so why bother?

Wen Xuanxu was drunk. He didn't listen to a word Zhao Xuan said. He raised his hand and fell on Zhao Xuan's forehead. The red pimple was not ugly at all.

And because of the special location, it looks like... there are a few red moles specially placed on the forehead, which looks quite unique.