The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Thinking that it was Meng Chongguang who was lying behind his back just now, Xu Xingzhi only felt that his spine and the back of his head were cold.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know how to answer Meng Chongguang's words.

First, these people obviously knew Xu Xingzhi, but he didn't know what the real Xu Xingzhi looked like in front of this group of people.

Secondly, Xu Xingzhi was not clear about the grievances between Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi back then.

Logically speaking, Meng Chongguang killed his teacher and indirectly caused Xu Xingzhi to be kicked out of the fairy gate. Xu Xingzhi himself should hate Meng Chongguang to the core.

What saved Xu Xingzhi from the crisis in the cold field was an eight-foot tasseled spear.

When he was hesitating how to answer, a cold and sharp light suddenly swept across, and the tip of the gun pointed straight at Xu Xingzhi's chest.

Xu Xingzhi unconsciously raised his hands and took a step back, and blurted out: "... oh huh."

As soon as the words came out, he regretted a little.

When he was still Xu Ping, he always had some indecent oral habits.If Xu Xingzhi himself hadn't been such a broken-mouthed character, he might have revealed himself.

In a few flashes, Xu Xingzhi suddenly heard a crisp sound.

——The ghost gun was broken in half before Xu Xingzhi's eyes.

The tip of the gun was facing the sky, the handle of the gun was split, and white stubble was exposed at the break.

Meng Chongguang's left hand was pinching the broken part of the gun body, his eyes were fixed on the young man who was stabbing with the gun, and his tone could not detect any special emotion: "...Zhou Beinan, step back."

The young man named Zhou Beinan held a broken gun and did not retreat an inch.

Threats were useless, Meng Chongguang didn't show any mercy, he snapped off the tip of the broken spear, and threw it towards Zhou Beinan with his backhand.

Zhou Beinan dodged immediately, but his neck was actually scratched, and blood gushed out suddenly.

... The ghost slave manipulated by the ghost cultivator can't hurt him at all with ordinary fairy weapons. Only the treasure weapon held by the ghost soldier can hurt the ghost's body.

The tip of the spear sank into the huge rock behind him, and it exploded to pieces like tofu.

Meng Chongguang said in a deep voice, "...don't point this thing at senior brother."

Without fear, Zhou Beinan turned his palm over, turned the handle of the broken ghost gun over, raised Xu Xingzhi's chin, and asked Meng Chongguang, "This is really Xu Xingzhi? Do you believe it?"

He turned to the crowd again: "...Do you all believe it?"

Seeing that no one responded, Xu Xingzhi raised his hand brazenly and said, "I believe it."

Zhou Beinan sneered, "You? You're probably not the wake-up corpse of Jiuzhideng's subordinates, are you?"

In the present world, Xu Xingzhi has read countless miscellaneous books, and once saw a record about "waking up a corpse" in a collection of ghosts.

"Awakening Corpse" is a monster transformed from a dead corpse. Its appearance, speech, and deeds are no different from ordinary people. It can even think, live, and eat like a living person. Black and white are reversed, light and dark are difficult to distinguish, hot and cold are reversed, and they will act in accordance with the owner's orders and controls.

Zhou Beinan didn't talk nonsense, he withdrew the handle of the gun, gathered a ball of will-o'-the-wisp with his left hand, and hit Xu Xingzhi's face directly.

The flame suddenly stopped only three inches away from Xu Xingzhi's eyes.

The will-o'-the-wisp's chill was awe-inspiring, but it wasn't scorching, but the chill that penetrated deep into the bones still caused a layer of frost to form on Xu Xingzhi's face.

In order to maintain the image of the original owner Xu Xingzhi who was almost corrupted by himself, Xu Xingzhi insisted on not closing his eyes, watching his eyelashes form a layer of frost and snow.

With the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp, Zhou Beinan's originally determined expression was shaken.

It stands to reason that a real awakened corpse would misjudge such a cold flame as a scorching fire, and thus instinctively fear and avoid it.

He stared at Xu Xingzhi in disbelief: "How is it possible?...Aren't you a wake-up corpse?"

Xu Xingzhi was speechless.

With his hands behind his back, he stared at Zhou Beinan with an inscrutable but guilty conscience.

With a wave of Zhou Beinan's hand, the will-o'-the-wisps turned into thousands of blue fireflies and dissipated away.

But he still had doubts on his face, and said to Meng Chongguang: "...you take out his treasure, and I will fight with him, and then I will know whether he is real or not."

Xu Xingzhi had to remind him: "I am a mortal now."

Zhou Beinan naturally didn't believe it: "You mean your bones have been pulled out?"

Xu Xingzhi neither affirmed nor denied.

Zhou Beinan sneered: "Impossible, as far as I know, none of the monks whose bones were pulled out survived."

Xu Xingzhi said: "That's as far as you know."

Zhou Beinan stopped talking nonsense with him, and made a gesture to grab his arm.

Before Zhou Beinan touched him, Meng Chongguang snatched Xu Xingzhi's right wrist first and grabbed it.

The strength was so great that Xu Xingzhi was almost staggered by him.

He blocked Xu Xingzhi behind him, and his voice was terribly cold: "If he is an awakened corpse and dares to pretend to be a senior brother, I would strangle him to death as early as I met him."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

He touched the back of his neck, where the wind was blowing, and thought, who the hell taught this kid? It's really rude.

I kindly carried him home, but he actually wanted to strangle himself.

But thinking about the purpose of his trip, Xu Xingzhi shut up.

... Anyway, I am not a good bird, so why should the crow laugh at the black pig.

Meng Chongguang paused, and continued: "Brother, he has indeed lost his magic power. I tested it on the way here, and the spiritual veins in his body have been stagnant for a long time, and there is no spiritual flow."

After finishing speaking, he turned his face, and his voice instantly became soft: "...Brother, but this is the case?"

If he didn't have to act as the elder brother who was tricked by him, if he didn't know that the person in front of him was a murderous sky demon, if he didn't come to kill him, Xu Xingzhi would think that this kid looked cute.

Xu Xingzhi resisted the urge to touch his head, and turned his face away.

Meng Chongguang also felt his resistance, his eyes dimmed, and he was as lost as a puppy who hadn't been petted by his master.

Zhou Beinan seemed to believe a little bit, but he still had doubts: "Are you sure that he is not someone else pretending to be?"

The bone girl couldn't stand it any longer: "Brother Zhou..."

Zhou Beinan thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of an excellent verification method.

Xu Xingzhi noticed the change in his expression, so he cheered up and concentrated on his next problem.

Zhou Beinan said: "...you have given me more than a dozen nicknames since you were young. As long as you can name three, I will believe that you are Xu Xingzhi."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

... from a nickname, and more than a dozen of them.

Xu Xingzhi felt that the original owner did not seem to be a serious brother.

However, after Xu Xingzhi's memory fragment verification, the original owner really did such a boring thing.

There are four fairy mountain blessed places in Zhengdao, Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang are both disciples of Fengling Mountain, Zhou Beinan is the son of Ying Tianchuan Island Lord, and the other two fairy mountain blessed places are Danyang Peak and Qingliang Valley.

The memory of the original owner is extremely fragmented, Xu Xingzhi can only see from some messy fragments that as long as the original owner meets Zhou Beinan, they will quarrel and beat each other, and the relationship is very bad, so Xu Xingzhi will give him more than a dozen A nickname to show Zhou Beinan's special status in his mind.

Xu Xingzhi paused for a while, and successfully found a nickname from the memory fragments: "Beibei."

Zhou Beinan: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Pumpkin."

Zhou Beinan: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Ah, and Fatty Zhou."

Zhou Beinan couldn't take it anymore: "...Shut up!"

The girl with two knives burst out laughing with a pop.

Zhou Beinan couldn't hold back anymore, turned around and scolded: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

The girl was not afraid at all: "Uncle, I can understand the first two, but 'Fatty Zhou...'"

Xu Xingzhi poked his head out from Meng Chongguang's side, and explained kindly: "Because he weighed more than 11 catties when he was 150 years old."

Zhou Beinan blushed, and dropped the half of the gun handle in his hand to the ground: "...Xu Xingzhi, do you want to be beaten?"

Xu Xingzhi hid behind Meng Chongguang shamelessly, pretending to be dead.

While speaking, a black shadow rushed from a distance.

...It was the ghost-faced youth who stood on the cliff just now.

Before Xu Xingzhi could react, the young man ran straight into his arms, his voice actually contained tears: "Senior Brother Xu!"

The young man is indeed very short, only reaching the position of Xu Xingzhi's chin, the lower half of his face not covered by the terrifying iron mask is delicate and fair, at first glance he thought he was a child.

Xu Xingzhi was taken aback by his hug, and based on the principle of pretending to be familiar without being able to name him, he raised his hand and stroked his hair: "...Well, it's me."

The young man raised his head, and the pair of pupils behind the mask were light blue and round, like a young fox: "Senior brother Xu, I haven't seen you for 13 years, where have you been?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled bitterly.

...Hold on, let me make it up.

But before he could make it up, the young man was pulled out of his arms by Zhou Beinan.

I don't know if it was Xu Xingzhi's illusion, but Zhou Beinan's face seemed uglier than before.He pointed to the ghost on the ground that was broken by Meng Chongguang just now, and said indifferently to the young man, "...Fix it."

The ghost-faced young man struggled and said: "Senior brother is still here, I want to ask him first..."

After Zhou Beinan glanced at Meng Chongguang with the end of his eyes, he forced the tough-faced young man to leave: "It's not your turn to talk to him yet."

The iron-masked youth seemed to understand something, and obediently shut up.

Meng Chongguang did not greet everyone, grabbed Xu Xingzhi's right wrist, and walked straight into the tower.

Xu Xingzhi tried to break free from him, but he was powerless and could only be dragged in by him like a dog.

In a hurry, Xu Xingzhi looked back and found that the bone girl who had just treated Meng Chongguang's burns was staring at him.

When Xu Xingzhi looked back at her, she hurriedly lowered her head and turned away.

The emerald green headband tied on her black hair reached her waist, and as she walked away, it flew like waves.

After the two of them entered the tower, the girl with two sabers came to the ghost-faced young man and asked curiously, "Brother Lu, is that Senior Brother Xu that you often talk about?"

The ghost-faced youth fiddled with the broken ghost gun, overjoyed: "Yes."

The girl with two knives scratched her messy short hair: "Why do I think he is so frivolous?"

The ghost-faced youth said: "Senior brother Xu is a bit mean, but he is the best person in the world."

Hearing this, Zhou Beinan rolled his eyes: "Oh."

The ghost-faced youth turned to Zhou Beinan and complained, "What are you laughing at? You're still laughing! Do you know how much energy it takes me to repair the ghost soldiers? Can you save some of it?"

Zhou Beinan: "...All right, all right."

Afterwards, Zhou Beinan turned to the girl with two swords, and asked, "Ah Wang, where are Qu Chi and Tao Xian?"

Zhou Wang replied: "I heard that some spirit stones were found in the mountains to the south. Godfather and mother went to look for spirit stones, and they will be back around midnight."

Zhou Beinan thought for a moment, pulled Zhou Wang away, and said seriously, "Can I do you a favor?"

Zhou Wang listened to her, and Zhou Beinan explained to her in this way.

The ghost-faced young man at the side suddenly raised his head: "Zhou Beinan, do you still doubt Senior Brother Xu?"

Zhou Beinan: "...I'm talking to Ah Wang, why are you eavesdropping?"

The ghost-faced youth said angrily: "You are my ghost slave, your eyes are my eyes, your ears are my ears, do you think I want to hear it?"

Zhou Beinan had no choice but to be honest and honest: "I haven't seen you for 13 years, and he suddenly appeared, I don't believe he has no purpose. Don't forget, Jiuzhideng has always wanted to kill us!"

As he said that, he looked at the bronze iron gate of the tower, and said coldly: "... Especially Meng Chongguang, who lived in the wilderness for 13 years without dying, I am afraid that he has already become a serious problem for that person!"

Inside the tower.

Contrary to the bleakness and desolation outside the tower, the inside of the tower has been repaired elegantly and beautifully. There is even a stream of flowing water winding through the tower. There are flowing stones and painted walls.

Xu Xingzhi seemed to have walked into a paradise, and he was that reckless fisherman.

Meng Chongguang waved his hand lightly, and a bamboo door facing the door opened in response.

He introduced Xu Xingzhi into it, where tables, chairs and beds are all available, even decorated with pearls and silk.

Meng Chongguang said softly: "Brother, this is your room. I have prepared it for you a long time ago. I have placed all the items as they are, but some items are really hard to find in this wilderness. Don't you want to find them?" Get angry, I will get everything for my brother in the future."

Xu Xingzhi pretended to be indifferent: "Yes."

Meng Chongguang pulled Xu Xingzhi to sit down beside the bed, his eyes were shining strangely: "Brother touched Lu Yujiu just now, now touch my hair too, okay?"

Very good, the name of the ghost-faced young man is Lu Yujiu, so don't worry about not being able to pronounce his name the next time we meet.

Thinking like this, Xu Xingzhi didn't look directly at Meng Chongguang, nor answered his question, but just looked around.

Looking at it, Xu Xingzhi found an exquisite bamboo fracture fan placed upright on the head of the bed, which looked quite mysterious.

Xu Xingzhi took it with his left hand and slowly unfolded the fan.

On the fan there were eight cursive characters written in big cursive characters: "In today's world, who else is better than me?"

Signed, "No. [-] in the Tianbang, Fengling Xu Xingzhi".

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Meng Chongguang, who was ignored just now, approached obediently again: "Brother, I have kept your treasure, do you like it?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

He felt that the taste of the original owner was a mystery.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to put the fan back to its original place, but just as his hand touched the bed, a vine shot out from the foot of the bed like lightning, tightly wrapped around Xu Xingzhi's left wrist.

Xu Xingzhi was shocked: "What is this?"

Meng Chongguang said happily: "Brother, you are finally willing to talk to me."

Xu Xingzhi: "...Okay, I'll talk to you, let go of this thing."

The vine, as thick as a child's arm, didn't let him go at all.

Meng Chongguang asked hopefully: "Brother, didn't he say that when he carried me back, the reason why he came to Manhuang was to find me? I'm right here, so don't go anywhere, brother, okay?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi was still silent, Meng Chongguang couldn't hide his disappointment, got up and said: "If senior brother really doesn't want to talk to me, I'll just wait a little longer."

Seeing that he was really going to leave, Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but said anxiously: "Let me go!"

Meng Chongguang walked to the door, and was taken aback by Xu Xingzhi's cessation of drinking. When he turned his head, there were tears in his eyes: "Senior brother, bear with me for a while, everything I do now is for my brother. Hong Huang is too dangerous , Brother, as long as he stays by Chongguang's side, he will be safe and sound. Please, brother, I agree with Chongguang, let's stay."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

If it weren't for being tied up and unable to move now, just looking at Meng Chongguang's aggrieved expression, ten out of ten people would think that the person tightly entangled by the vines was actually Meng Chongguang.

Xu Xingzhi still had a glimmer of hope: "Let me go, I'm not going anywhere."

Meng Chongguang thought for a while and asked, "Doesn't senior brother like vines?"

Xu Xingzhi nodded: ... "Yes."

...Vines are prone to insects, and Xu Xingzhi himself is afraid of insects to death.

Meng Chongguang said unwillingly: "...that's fine."

Soon, Meng Chongguang closed the door again and left.

Xu Xingzhi leaned on the head of the bed unlovely, the vines that were originally wrapped around his left hand turned into an incomparably strong golden shackle, holding a piece of luxury and splendor.

He touched the dagger on his waist with his wooden hand, feeling very sad.

...Probably this is the so-called death before leaving the teacher.