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"Xiao Fangchi" raised his foot and walked in. The moment he stepped on the threshold, waves immediately appeared in the air, spreading out layer by layer. In an instant, they formed an attack and hit him straight.

He quickly took a few steps back and raised his hand to block it.

"You really underestimated Xiao Fangchi." He snorted coldly, "But no one can stop me today."

Several afterimages flashed by, and Ling Yue came to him.

"Owner."

"Xiao Fangchi" waved his sleeves, and as spiritual power overflowed, a huge transparent barrier covered the entire Canglang Pavilion.

"Keep the barrier safe for me."

Lingyue: "Yes, Master."

The palm of "Xiao Fangchi" glowed brightly, and in a moment it turned into a long halberd. The halberd was red all over and had black mysterious lines on it.

The halberd turned casually in his hand, and then he dragged the halberd forward with one hand.

The moment he stepped onto the threshold, the familiar fluctuations appeared again. When the attack came oncoming, "Xiao Fangchi" threw up his halberd and threw it towards him.

The two collided, and the barrier's attack lasted only a few breaths before it shattered, turning into specks of fluorescence and dissipating.

……

An hour later.

"Xiao Fangchi" came to the door of the dormitory.

The orangutan glow of the halberd in his hand has dimmed a lot, and blood is flowing down his arm, and it is absorbed instantly when it reaches the halberd.

He only glanced at it, the expression on his face remained unchanged. In an instant, a strong ape light condensed on the halberd, and he attacked the door of the dormitory like thunder.

"boom!"

A huge collision sounded, and he was thrown several steps away. Blood spilled from his lips, and the halberd in his hand had been reduced to pieces.

Similarly, the door of the dormitory was also blown to pieces.

"hehe."

"Xiao Fangchi" chuckled and slowly entered the dormitory.

……

The bedroom was quiet.

There was frost and snow flying outside, and the cold wind was biting, but there was warmth inside.

"Humph!"

With one step, the heat gathering circle in the dormitory was instantly shattered, and all the carpets in the room were turned into powder.

In just a few seconds, the cold wind rushes in.

The temperature inside and outside the house suddenly became equally cold.

"Xiao Fangchi" walked around the screen and came to the bed.

After looking at the sleeping Song Huaiqing for a while, he raised a gentle smile and said, "It's boring to sleep all the time in broad daylight. Let the disciples wake you up."

After saying this, he lightly tapped Song Huaiqing's forehead with his fingertips.

After a while, Song Huaiqing woke up.

Song Huai Qingshang was a little confused. He felt like there was someone beside him, so he tentatively called out: "Xiaochi?"

"Well, I'm here, Master."

Song Huaiqing sat up: "You..."

The side suddenly sank a little, and "Xiao Fangchi" sat down.

Song Huaiqing's eyes were covered with the red silk that Xiao Fangchi tied up with him when he left. His skin was already white, and the red color made it look fairer and more delicate.

With a thin body and delicate face, he looks vulnerable and can be bullied.

At this time, another gust of cold wind came in directly from the shattered door.

Song Huaiqing shivered coldly: "Where is this?"

His bedroom is very warm, this is definitely not his bedroom.

"Xiao Fangchi" asked him back: "Is it cold, Master?"

Song Huaiqing nodded.

It's not very cold, it's very, very cold.

In just a moment, his hands were already stiff.

He was about to shrink back into the quilt subconsciously, but was suddenly caught.

Song Huaiqing was puzzled: "What, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Fangchi" said seductively: "Master, can you kiss me? This disciple feels so uncomfortable."

Song Huaiqing suddenly became nervous, "What's wrong with you?"

He stretched out his hand to touch "Xiao Fangchi", but felt a sticky piece. Song Huaiqing hesitated for a moment, then put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. Sure enough, it smelled of blood.

"Why are you hurt?!"

Why doesn't this person care about his own body at all?

"Xiao Fangchi" moved closer aggrievedly, "It hurts, I need a kiss to make it better."

"I……"

Song Huaiqing hesitated. He felt that Xiao Fangchi might not be sober now. Knowing his identity and letting him kiss him, Xiao Fangchi was probably stunned.

"Master~kiss me, please~"

However, "Xiao Fangchi" launched a coquettish offensive towards him.

Song Huaiqing couldn't refuse at all, so she could only say: "I kissed you, let's bandage it first, okay?"

"Xiao Fangchi" answered obediently: "Okay~"

Hearing this, Song Huaiqing had no choice but to reach out and hold Xiao Fangchi's face.

He raised his body slightly and moved closer to "Xiao Fangchi" little by little.

Unable to see, he could only rely on feeling.

Feeling the breathing coming closer and closer, Song Huaiqing gradually became nervous.

This will be the first time that he officially kisses Xiao Fangchi in his own capacity. It is no longer Song Huaiqing who is wearing the body of the original owner, but the real him.

He thought he had no regrets.

The heartbeat gradually accelerated uncontrollably, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.

Song Huaiqing couldn't see it, so naturally he didn't know that the person he thought was "Xiao Fangchi" was looking at him with sarcastic eyes.

The distance between the two lips was extremely close, at the moment when they were about to kiss.

"Snapped!"

Song Huaiqing was stunned when his face was slapped to the side.

"Aren't you cheap?" "Xiao Fangchi"'s voice was actually colder than the frost and snow.

The racing heartbeat stopped abruptly at this moment.

This slap broke Song Huaiqing's heart and shattered his last fantasy.

"Xiao Fangchi" exerted force on his hands, the chains rang, and Song Huaiqing was dragged out of bed and knocked to the ground hard.

"Well!"

Song Huaiqing groaned.

"Song Huaiqing, you are really despicable! You deceived your disciples and pretended to be others to enjoy love that was not yours. Do you feel happy? Do you still want to use my master's body to disgust me?

Do you think your disciples will still treat you the same way they did before? But in the final analysis, you are pitiful and pathetic. No one is really good to you. All the people who are good to you are just because of your skin. You are just wearing my master's skin! You really deserve to die, Song Huaiqing. "

Song Huaiqing's face turned pale with every word he said.

This was the most painful fact deep in his heart. He knew clearly that all the good things were not for him, but he still indulged in it.

Sometimes he would even be jealous of the original owner, why he could get so many people's unrequited love.

And he was like a passer-by who had been wandering in the world, wearing the skin of the original owner and briefly enjoying the world full of love.

"What do people like you do with your life? Living is a sin, you know? No one loves you at all, you are just a pathetic person who steals other people's identities!"

The questioning voice of "Xiao Fangchi" reached my ears and pierced my heart.

The most fearful side of his heart was ruthlessly torn apart and spread bloody in front of Song Huaiqing.

"Stop talking, Xiaochi, I beg you, stop talking!"

Song Huaiqing grabbed the ground with both hands and whimpered.

With such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could "Xiao Fangchi" let him go?

"Xiao Fangchi" continued: "Master, you lost the person I loved, how can you compensate me?"

Song Huaiqing sobbed in pain: "Kill me! Kill me! Just kill me and everything will be over!"

"But just killing you like this is too easy for you. My disciple was deceived by you, shouldn't you compensate me?"