Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

"Thank you, junior brother, why are you here? And why did your master come to snatch the bride? Isn't your master the bride?"

Mo Xiaosheng was very excited to see Xie Xingchen, and a series of questions popped up.

The main reason is that Qi Hanzhi usually doesn't come forward in person, but this time his murderous intent was so terrifying. It was really only someone who stole his home. This statement is in line with the current situation.

Xie Xingchen's smile gradually disappeared. Should he repeat it again?

"No wonder Gui Zun didn't write the bride's name in the wedding invitation. No wonder Qi Zun has been single all these years. It turns out that everything is traceable!"

"The Flower of the High Mountain was pulled down from the altar. It seems that I, the young master, had previously misunderstood that Master Qi liked you."

"My young master really wants to see what the bride looks like."

Xie Xingchen smiled awkwardly, "Senior brother, is there a possibility, I mean possibility, that the bride is me?"

Mo Xiaosheng felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, and was so thunderous that he was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, junior brother, you..."

"What a scumbag."

"Treading on two boats."

Xiao Yihe, who had been unhappy with Xie Xingchen for a long time, hugged his sword and echoed: "What a scumbag."

"Treading on two boats."

Xie Xingchen: "..."

Well, he should just shut up.

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The dust caused by the fight rose up and was frozen to pieces on the ground. The cold air hit people's necks.

Everyone was gone.

"Bang——" Another beam was split, and the cracks climbed up the column and crisscrossed it.

After a few rounds, Wen Liansheng's breath became unsteady. The corners of his mouth raised with difficulty. Before the smile could form, he spit out a large mouthful of blood.

He looked at Qi Hanzhi who was approaching him step by step, his heart burning with jealousy.

Impossible, he still lost to this dragon!

Qi Hanzhi gradually approached, the sword light scratched the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

Just half a meter away from Qi Hanzhi, he bit the tip of his tongue and smiled triumphantly, "This time, even if you die, you won't get him!"

What he can't get, no one else can get it.

The next second, a ball of jumping Yin Fire condensed in his palm. Inside the Yin Fire were countless innocent souls who were not allowed to reincarnate, screaming miserably.

Wen Lian let out a low laugh, "Go to hell."

Xie Xingchen is telling Mo Xiaosheng the whole story to prove his innocence.

His eyes suddenly turned, and he caught a glimpse of the yin fire sticking to the ground, swallowing up the snow-white figure in the blink of an eye!

"Master!"

"Master Qi!"

Xiao Yihe's pupils widened at the same time, and the reflected Yin Fire danced in his pupils.

It was Yin Fire, the most powerful fire in the legend. It was condensed from the resentment of countless wronged souls and could burn everything.

Once it is contaminated, it will be difficult for even gods to come down to earth to cure it, and it will be burned out in an instant, leaving not even ashes.

Even Qi Hanzhi, a Mahayana practitioner.

Xie Xingchen's face turned pale, and his heart suddenly beat violently. He was afraid.

Isn't Qi Hanzhi the most powerful person in the book?

how come?

How could he be... burned to death?

No, no, he must have seen it wrong.

right!He must have seen it wrong.

Xie Xingchen stiffened his body and stepped forward. The yin fire burned bigger and bigger, almost burning the hem of his clothes.

And he kept staring at Yin Huo, and the more he looked at it, the colder he felt.

It wasn't until Wen repeatedly pulled him back that Xie Xingchen realized that he had almost been burned to death by the evil fire.

Wen Liansheng regained some of his energy, but he was still a little weak. He smiled elegantly and said, "Look, I defeated him this time."

Xie Xingchen frowned, always feeling that Qi Hanzhi shouldn't have ended like this.

Qi Hanzhi may not like anyone, but he must live.

He didn't want this man to die.

Wen Liansheng saw that he looked stunned and lost his mind. After all, he couldn't keep his elegant smile and his eyes were red, "Why? Xingchen, your eyes always stay on that dragon?"

Xie Xingchen was dull: "I don't know, but I think it shouldn't be like this."

Wen Liansheng covered his face and laughed, his laughter was sad. After laughing, he said: "It doesn't matter, he is dead. After today, you will only be mine."

"Don't think about it!"

A handsome white hand tore the Yin Fire apart, and the Yin Fire screamed in pain, its face distorted.

After Qi Hanzhi tore the Yin Fire apart, he felt that the enemy souls in the Yin Fire were too noisy, so he froze the Yin Fire.

The sharp sword behind him went straight towards Wen Liansheng. This time, Wen Liansheng did not dodge and let the frost sword penetrate through his chest.

At the moment when he was about to disappear, Wen Liansheng took Xie Xingchen's hand and placed a very shallow kiss on his palm, stained with blood.

This was the first time he kissed him, and it was also the last time, never again.

The death of a ghost is different from that of ordinary people.

Mortals can turn into resentful ghosts or be reincarnated after death, and they can still have this life or the next life.

However, he will only turn into bits of gray dust. When the wind blows, he will disappear and there will be no reincarnation.

Xie Xingchen was still immersed in the news that Qi Hanzhi was not dead. When he came to his senses, Qi Hanzhi had already killed Wen Liansheng.

Rather than killing, it is better to say that Wen Liansheng died voluntarily.

He was already running out of time, and the serious injuries made it even worse. He was so exhausted that he couldn't live much longer.

"Master Qi? Where are you taking your junior brother?"

When Ziwen kissed Xingchen's palm repeatedly, Qi Hanzhi looked calm.

He embedded his five fingers between Xie Xingchen's fingers and wrapped them tightly. He ignored the shouts of Mo Xiaosheng and Xiao Yihe and walked straight out of the hall.

"Master, where are you taking me?"

Xie Xingchen didn't dare to look under the suspended soles, swallowed his saliva, and asked Qi Hanzhi, who looked jealous.

"Oh, you were happy to be kissed by him?"

Qi Hanzhi didn't care what Xie Xingchen asked, he was almost going crazy with jealousy now, all he could think about was that Xie Xingchen was kissed by that damn ghost.

I really regret not sparing that ghost alive and slowly tormenting him.

Peel the skin and cramp, or break his bones bit by bit.

All kinds of cruel torture thoughts breed in Qi Han's mind. He is originally a dragon and has a vicious and cruel nature.

The cold air pressed up to Xie Xingchen's neck, penetrated into his inner clothes, and touched his skin with coldness. He shook his head and said, "No, I'm not happy. It feels like being licked by a dog."

A jar of ice turns into a jar of jealousy.

"It's best." Qi Hanzhi sneered.

Xie Xingchen: "..."

Isn’t this good enough?

It is indeed true that perverts are difficult to coax.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Xingchen felt that he was about to fly away from the world of cultivation, when Qi Hanzhi suddenly brought him into a room.

The furnishings in the house were neatly arranged, and the doors and windows were locked. The wind and snow outside the window could not come in, but the noise could be heard, and it was very loud.

The house has a striking soft bed.

Well, very panicked.

Xie Xingchen looked at the bed blankly, then turned to look at Qi Hanzhi and smiled flatteringly, "Master, you don't want to force love, do you?"

Qi Hanzhi sneered, "What do you think, disciple?"

His jealousy, madness, and violent emotions were all suppressed in his heart, and they stirred together, getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a bottomless pit, which backfired on him.

He realized that he couldn't live without Xie Xingchen at some point.

Qi Han was restless under the pressure.

He held up Xie Xingchen's palm, and his fingertips slid coldly across his palm, rubbing it little by little.

He was using the gentlest possible method to erase the kiss that Wen had repeatedly placed on Xie Xingchen's palm. The kiss was like a sharp thorn, piercing into his heart.

"My teacher is asking you. In fact, you are him, right?"

If not, why would Wen Liansheng stalk Xie Xingchen; if not, why would Xie Xingchen be so kind to him.

It turned out that from beginning to end, there was only one person who was good to him.