Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

After dinner, Cheng Yan sat under the eaves and admired the moon.

It's rare that it doesn't snow tonight, and the moon in the sky is round and shining brightly.

The moonlight turned into silver threads, wrapping around his body and tightening continuously.

"The air smells of blood."

Ling Jiuxuan came out and looked from Yue Yue to Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan took out a futon from the space and placed it beside him, motioning for him to sit down.

After Ling Jiuxuan sat down, he felt that the smell of blood became more and more obvious. He looked at the people beside him suspiciously.

Cheng Yan still stared at the moon and murmured: "I didn't expect that it would already be four months after I came out of Cangdu Realm."

Time flows so fast that the spirit spell on him no longer works in the Cangdu realm.

Ling Jiuxuan caught the word "Cangdu Realm" and always felt that he would get a lot of information from here.

But because of his distrust of Cheng Yan, he couldn't ask.

But in fact, there was nothing to hide. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done it long ago, and he had absolutely no power to fight back.

"Will you regret giving your life to me?" Cheng Yan turned his face sideways, half of his face falling into the shadows, making him look extremely unreal.

Ling Jiuxuan's breath was stagnant. Give him his life?

He didn't know what his lost past was, but when this person said such words, he was surprised but didn't question it.

Ling Jiuxuan didn't answer for a long time. Cheng Yan withdrew his gaze, put his head on the wall, and looked up at the full moon. The pain caused by the Spiritual Spell seemed to tear him apart.

"You are so cold to me," he said.

Ling Jiuxuan curled his fingertips slightly and slowly turned his head to look at him.

He stared at the distant sky, the outline of his face was carved with sharp edges by the moonlight, and his whole body was as cold and lonely as the moonlight.

They were less than half an arm's length apart, yet so far away that they seemed not in the same world.

"No regrets," he said.

"I never do anything I regret."

As soon as Ling Jiuxuan finished speaking, a shadow fell over his eyes, and he suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

The lingering coldness of the past few days dissipated in an instant.

The heart that had been hanging around suddenly found a place to rest.

"Ling Jiuxuan, my name is Cheng Yan, please remember it this time."

The warm voice is like a sapling sown in the heart. It can grow into a towering tree in an instant without watering.

He already knew that he couldn't remember everything, but he still acted with him.

Ling Jiuxuan's eyes were complicated, and before the questions lingering in his heart could be spoken, his attention was diverted by the increasingly strong smell of blood.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

Cheng Yan turned his head suddenly and spat out a mouthful of blood. Ling Jiuxuan's pupils shrank and he immediately grabbed his hand to feel his pulse.

Cheng Yan withdrew his hand and said, "It's okay, it's an old problem. It'll be better after a little sleep."

"The internal organs are bleeding and the meridians are bursting. Is this okay?!" Ling Jiuxuan looked at Cheng Yan's calm eyes and was furious.

Ling Jiuxuan remembered that he had been looking at the moon, and looked up at the full moon in the sky, "Is it the moon?"

Ling Jiuxuan didn't wait for his answer, turned around and helped the person back to the house.

Cheng Yan's vision began to blur, and he only felt that he was being put on the bed unsteadily. Someone kept calling him. He wanted to respond, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

"Cheng Yan? Cheng Yan?" Ling Jiuxuan shouted anxiously, "Tell me what to do, what can I do for you?"

Ling Jiuxuan had no spiritual power and could not directly sense his physical condition. He could only feel his pulse.

Suddenly, his expression paused. The meridians in his body were repairing?

No, it started to crack again after it was repaired!

And his spiritual roots, why is the compatibility so low?Like it was forcibly implanted.

Without enough time to think about the reason, Ling Jiuxuan rummaged through the mustard space and fed all the useful pills, but still no improvement.

At this time, he saw Cheng Yan's lips opening and closing, leaned forward and heard: "Hold me."

Ling Jiuxuan lifted the quilt and hugged Cheng Yan in his arms. The latter hugged him very naturally, as if he had done it countless times with familiarity.

Lying on the same bed, fragments suddenly flashed through Ling Jiuxuan's mind. They were very familiar, but he couldn't remember any of them.

Ling Jiuxuan raised his eyes and looked at the face so close to him, his heartbeat speeding up uncontrollably.

Have they slept on the same bed like this countless times before?

Cheng Yan's hand holding Ling Jiuxuan continued to tighten, and his whole body was shaking. It was hard to imagine the pain he was suffering.

Ling Jiuxuan had no choice but to listen to him and hug him tightly.

009 looked anxiously in the system space. He did not expect that after the host had attained the level of cultivation in the Mahayana stage, the backlash of the Spiritual Spell would be so severe.

009 looked at Cheng Yan with a somewhat complicated look. He had tried everything, but could he have considered that he was in such pain by being tortured so far?

009 immediately laughed, it was not the first time that he didn't know something.

"Oh, why have I experienced all these sufferings several times?"

"Why on earth did I agree to do this thankless job for him?"

There was a snap of fingers in the air, and the full moon in the night suddenly disappeared.

Ling Jiuxuan glanced out the window as if feeling something, but he couldn't see anything through the closed window.

Immediately afterwards, he was pulled into sleep by the sudden sleepiness.

When Cheng Yan woke up, the pain in his body had disappeared.

A handsome face came into view, and Cheng Yan realized that he and Ling Jiuxuan were still embracing each other.

The hands on his waist channeled infuriating energy, clearing him of the pain caused by staying in the same position all night.

After a while, he put his hand on the man's face again, gently caressing the man's facial features with his fingertips.

The man's face is as smooth and flawless as a fine piece of fine mutton-fat jade. In the world of immortality where beauties are everywhere, he is definitely the number one beauty.

When we first met, he was like a poisoned sword, cold and cruel.

Later, as we gradually got to know each other, he lost his intimidating cruelty, but he was still distant, and there was always a thin film between his appearance and his heart.

Now that he has lost his memory, it feels like he has regained a new life. He is the cold and proud son of heaven. He looks cold, but in fact he is soft at heart.

Although he has lost his cultivation and cannot draw Qi into his body, it does not affect him from doing what he wants to do.

This is the new and free Ling Jiuxuan who has shed all his shackles.

The corners of Cheng Yan's lips raised slightly, and his fingertips rested on his lips. He had recovered well these days, and his lip color had returned to rosy.

His lips were getting redder and redder, but Cheng Yan pulled away his hand and got out of bed lightly.

After tucking in the quilt, Cheng Yan changed his clothes and went out.

Ling Jiuxuan opened his eyes and stared at the closed door, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes.

After a long time, he touched his lips.

Cheng Yan walked outside and smelled the aroma of food. When he walked to the kitchen, he saw that Miao Tingrong was already preparing breakfast.

"Miao Miao got up so early?"

"Good morning, brother. I don't know why, but I feel like I slept for a long time." Miao Tingrong raised her head and gave him a big smile.

Cheng Yan nodded thoughtfully, "Miao Miao, go play. Brother, just come."

"Then Miaomiao, help brother!"

While the two were preparing breakfast, Cheng Yan calculated today's day.

"Don't forget it, host, I'll skip the full moon night for you."

"Will it do any harm to you?" Cheng Yan frowned.

"It's a joke to jump in time."

Cheng Yan smiled when he heard his arrogant tone, "Thank you, Xiaojiu, is there any way to lift this spell?"

009 regretted: "There is no other way but death."