The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

However, no one had time to be happy for too long.

Because Zhou Yunlie died, and died without a sound.

When Xu Xingzhi saw this mediocre elder again, he was lying on the soft couch in the hall with a white face and blue face. There was no wound on his body, but there was a horizontal purple bruise between his throat, and the skin around the wound was loose, like It's a trouser waist that's been worn loose.

Jiuzhideng didn't kill him, but ordered him to be thrown into an empty hall to be imprisoned, and the magic disciples under him didn't make things difficult for him, because no one knew that this always peaceful man Whatever mistake Chuanzhu made, he simply still treated him according to the treatment of Chuanzhu, and specially chose a clean palace for him to be placed under house arrest.

He hung himself from the carved doorbolt while sitting with his belt.

No one knows what he was thinking when he put his neck in his own belt, but if you put yourself in the situation, it is not difficult to understand his mind.

——If Zhou Beinan was captured by Nine Branches Lantern and lost his soul, then he was born to be inseparable from the responsibility, and he would have no face to face his dead wife when he died. Instead of waiting for the punishment of Nine Branches Lantern, it is better to die on his own, and to find the way for Beinan .

——If Zhou Beinan wins, a man like him who is covered in grime and lives in vain is not worthy of entering their era alive. If he dies early, both of them will be at ease.

Zhou Yunlie died in the middle of the night when the fierce battle between the immortals and the demons was in full swing, so when Lu Yujiu heard the news and rushed away, his soul had already been dispersed, and there was no chance of recovery.

When Xu Xingzhi entered the hall, there was no one else in the room, and the windows were closed tightly, only very sparse sunlight filtered in.

Zhou Beinan was sitting alone on the bluestone floor in front of the soft couch, wearing a tattered blood-stained dark blue robe, clean white trousers that matched the ground, and his thin and well-proportioned legs were like green bamboos, half upright, very weak He put on a rather outrageous posture, but he no longer had the heart to maintain that layer of decency.

Xu Xingzhi stopped not far from him, bowed to Zhou Yunlie who was on the couch, and then walked to Zhou Beinan's side and sat down cross-legged.

Zhou Beinan said, "...he doesn't know that Xiao Xian'er is gone."

"That's good." Xu Xingzhi said, "I was quiet when I left."

Zhou Beinan rubbed the dry clotted blood on his hands, and said in a muffled voice amidst the rustling of blood falling to the ground: "He just wants to be quiet and comfortable, but in fact he can't afford anything." He chuckled , "It's been like this since I was a child, I only calm things down, I only say 'don't do this', 'don't make trouble'..."

Xu Xingzhi knew that Zhou's mother died early, and the two children, one imitated his grandfather Zhou Xu's violent temperament, and the other imitated his mother Zheng Xian's gentle and tenacious temperament. It can be regarded as a great effort, and I have never had the idea of ​​​​continuing.

The person on the couch hooked his long, bruised neck, as if he felt guilty about Zhou Beinan's complaints.

Xu Xingzhi couldn't bear it: "Bei Nan, don't do this."

But these three words caused Zhou Beinan's temper to explode suddenly: "Don't do that?! Why don't I tell him that he is capable of hanging himself? He is in such a hurry, he can't wait any longer? Ah Wang hasn't set his sights on him yet. Spread your arms and kick your legs, and throw a stall as big as Ying Tianchuan to me, to a dead man?!"

"He is you..."

"He's nothing!" Zhou Beinan was so wronged that he was going crazy, and kicked the bed yelling, "I don't think of him as a father for a long time! How can there be such a thing? How can there be such a thing?!"

When the bed was tilted, the person on the couch slipped from the pillow, as if awakened from a trance, Zhou Beinan saw this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed his hands, shoulders, and the pillow that fell on the pillow. All the heads on the side were empty without exception.

He muttered nervously, his eyes filled with madness: "Get up, get up..."

A moment later, he was embraced from behind by a pair of arms.

Zhou Beinan thought it was Lu Yujiu, and he was afraid of hurting him in the frenzy, so he unconsciously weakened the strength of his struggle.

However, Xu Xingzhi's rustling whisper came from his ear: "...Okay, Bei Nan, be good."

Zhou Beinan choked, and turned his eyes to look.

——Xu Xingzhi's physical body is still sitting on the ground, but his soul has left his body, hugging him firmly.

Zhou Beinan has always been the least fond of showing weakness in front of Xu Xingzhi. One is because he really hates him, and he has a brain with an excellent memory. Once there is a quarrel, he can pull out the trivial matters of Chen Zhima and rotten millet. Second, because He was two years younger than himself, he was a big kid, and he was mean and naughty, making him even more hateful.

However, he never expected that for the first time in his life, when he lost his composure in front of Xu Xingzhi, he would be so indulgent that it almost became the collapse of Qiu Luan.

He fell into Xu Xingzhi's arms and cried loudly, and he could only say one sentence over and over again: "Xingzhi, I don't have a father anymore... I don't have a father anymore."

Xu Xingzhi closed his eyes, hugged his best friend tightly, thought of the three fathers he had had and lost since he was born, and repeated softly: "...Okay, be good."

The banner of the father's generation has fallen, the sky is full of dust, and the ground is full of chicken feathers.

The younger generations wiped their tears, held up the flag, took steps, and limped towards their history in the cold wind blowing through blood and fire.

After Lu Yujiu settled down the senior brothers and came to the hall, Zhou Beinan stopped crying and knelt down on the side of the couch. Xu Xingzhi also returned to his body and changed Zhou Yunlie's clothes for him.

With a ghostly face on his face, Lu Yujiu carefully walked up and held Zhou Beinan's sleeve: "You...don't be too sad."

Zhou Beinan stared at his father's body and hummed.

Lu Yujiu was not good at comforting people, his tender face turned bean paste red, and then he walked to the side of the couch, knelt down in front of the couch, made a big salute, and said: "Master Zhou Chuan, I am from outside the Qingliang Valley." Sect disciple Lu Yujiu. In the past 13 years, Beinan has not failed Ying Tianchuan, nor your teachings to him. You can rest assured, in the future... I will take good care of him."

He saluted again, and suddenly heard the sound of shredded clothes beside him. He glanced sideways, and found that Zhou Beinan had shifted his position and knelt beside him in front of the couch.

The lower half of Lu Yujiu's red face looked extremely delicious, Zhou Beinan looked at his nervously pursed lips, and smiled palely: "...Kowtow with me."

Knowing what this meant, Lu Yujiu's heart skipped a beat.He lowered his head, more than a head lower than Zhou Beinan who was kneeling side by side.

And after lowering his head like an ostrich, he finally had enough courage to slowly hand over his hand to Zhou Beinan.

Due to his inability to hold a sword well, that hand had very few calluses, delicate bones and flesh, and was still about the size of a 15-year-old boy. In Zhou Beinan's broad palm, the soft flesh seemed to have been rubbed with sandpaper, but he willingly burrowed into it again and again. Drilling, he found a home for his hand in the center of Zhou Beinan's palm.

"……Um."

together.

One person and one ghost bowed down with their hands in their hands, and both kowtowed their long heads on the bluestone bricks. Viewed from the side, they looked like two mandarin ducks, one big and one small.

Zhou Yunlie's suicide also to some extent diluted the impetuosity and complacency that everyone might have had after the initial victory. The disciples went their own way and quietly repaired the devastated Ying Tianchuan after the scuffle.

On that day, Qu Chi returned to Ying Tianchuan with a dozen people who came out from the wilderness.

Zhou Wang went to meet her grandfather whom she had never met.Facing Zhou Yunlie who was lying quietly on the couch peacefully like a Buddha, it was difficult for her to feel any sympathy and heartache. Instead, she put all her heart on Zhou Beinan, fearing that he would be too sad, and tried her best to talk to him.

After Qu Chi came, he took over Xu Xingzhi's command and presided over the reconstruction of Ying Tianchuan's defense. He has always been methodical, and he can easily convince the crowd with his gentle voice. He alone is enough to take charge, so Xu Xingzhi is completely free. down.

Just as he was walking out of the main hall of Ying Tianchuan in a bored manner, Meng Chongguang, who had been squatting beside the pillars of the hall, poked his head out quietly: "...Brother, let's talk, shall we?"

Let's talk about it, and Xu Xingzhi is the first one who feels uncomfortable with those bird things in his chest.

Back at the residence that Qu Chi had arranged for them, Xu Xingzhi explained clearly that he was stripped of his memory, thrown into the wilderness, and ordered to kill Meng Chongguang.

He originally thought that Meng Chongguang's unruly temper would have to cry a lot, and he had already prepared a stomach full of comforting words, but after he finished speaking, Meng Chongguang turned over silently without crying or making a fuss. Come up, hold Xu Xingzhi under his body, and arch back and forth on his chest like a puppy, he is actually a little joyful and unparalleled.

Xu Xingzhi felt strange, and was panting from his disheveled stubble and body as soft as a snake: "What's the matter, are you going crazy again?"

Meng Chongguang raised his face from his loose front chest, just looking at those beautiful watery eyes, he looked like a little suckling dog who had licked his bones: "Brother, are you trying to kill me?" At that time, don’t you actually know who I am?”

Xu Xingzhi's expression changed: "You know me...?"

"...I know." Meng Chongguang buried his face in the strong and beautiful chest, "I know everything. Brother, I am so happy."

Xu Xingzhi's heart was pounding, and he was thinking about what he was having fun with, when he felt that something was wrong with the warmth on his chest, and he took a breath of air: "Don't..."

Meng Chongguang's way of expressing happiness is really unique. How could Xu Xingzhi have experienced this before? His whole body became soft after being rubbed, and goosebumps rose up: "Shut up!... Hiss! Little bastard, you still bite—"

Meng Chongguang couldn't explain his joy to Xu Xingzhi.

——How many times he has gone through reincarnation, there are many differences in those reincarnations, but there is always one thing that remains unchanged:

The dagger that was supposed to kill him never hurt his oily skin at all.

No matter how many times, the senior brother is reluctant to really attack him.

This is true even if it is a brother who has lost his memory, even if he is a brother who is full of thoughts about his false father and sister.

Meng Chongguang made a lot of noise because he was happy.Before the bed was shaken to pieces by him, he was finally satisfied. He climbed off the humiliated Xu Xingzhi, cleaned him up briefly, and then rolled back onto the bed, hugging him coquettishly: "...Brother, brother. "

Xu Xingzhi reluctantly snorted.

Meng Chongguang graciously pinched his waist for him, waiting for a compliment: "Brother, are you comfortable?"

Xu Xingzhi really has no time to flatter his skills now, he turned sideways and closed his eyes and said, "...stomach hurts."

He was really in pain, just now when the vines outlined countless moving shallow marks in his abdomen, he only felt the stars dancing in front of his eyes like waterfalls splashing, and now there is an illusion of foreign objects protruding from his abdomen.

Meng Chongguang obediently hugged his soft belly, and just rubbed it twice, when he heard a gentle knocking sound from outside the door: "All right, Chongguang, are you there?"

Meng Chongguang rubbed his head against Xu Xingzhi, indicating that he could just lie here, then got up with his clothes on, and opened the door for Qu Chi.

Qu Chi had already changed back into Danyang Peak's clothes. Zhu Yisu belt wrapped his slender body, and his demeanor was clean. When he saw Meng Chongguang, he first smiled softly: "Let me just say that everything in Ying Tianchuan has been arranged. By the way, What should I do next, I want to discuss it with you, is it convenient now?"

Meng Chongguang licked his lips, as if the sweetness of the lips of the people on the bed still remained on them, and said bluntly: "It's not convenient."

Qu Chi nodded in a good-tempered manner: "Then let's discuss it when it's convenient. ... Also, can you lend me the key to the wild waste? I want to go back to the wild. ... I left some important things in the tower. I want to get it back."

Meng Chongguang reached into his bosom, took it out and raised his hand, Qu Chi caught it with his backhand, and after sensing the gleam in his palm, he nodded with a smile, took two steps back, and turned to leave.

"Hey." Meng Chongguang stopped Qu Chi from behind, his eyes flashed a few times before he said, "The next step is to hit Danyang Peak."

Qu Chi turned his head back: "Bei Nan means to attack Fengling first, capture the thief and the king, take down the nine lamps, and the evil way will disappear."

Meng Chongguang leaned against the door with folded arms, and said, "I heard from Ying Tianchuan's disciples that the person guarding Danyang Peak is the Lord of Yunyun Castle. Kill him first, and then talk about the Jiuzhideng."

The author has something to say: Does anyone remember which green onion the owner of Yuyun Castle is? qwq