The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi only felt that his head was like a drum that was about to be smashed, and when he thought about things for a moment, he was so painful that he was about to explode, so he could only rely on his instinct to ask the most important thing first: "How is Tao Xian?"

"Tao Xian suffered some injuries." Qu Chi replied distressedly, "He is resting."

As he spoke, he thoughtfully took out a large handful of small stones wrapped in colored glaze paper from his arms, touched Xu Xingzhi's hair, and comforted him: "I'll give you candy. Don't worry." His movements and expressions were like a Big brother of the child king.

Xu Xingzhi grabbed two of them unceremoniously, put one into his bosom, peeled off the other and pressed it under his tongue, and asked vaguely, "Where is Chongguang?"

Qu Chi: "Sleeping too."

Xu Xingzhi was slightly surprised: "He..."

Qu Chi carefully organized his words before speaking slowly, for fear of missing any details in the narration.

"When we fell into a maze, Beinan and I were together... There was a ghost trying to tear our hearts out. We had only fought for a moment, and the heavy light came. Later... Afterwards, he continued to lead us through the level. Those illusions The scenes are different, some are in the grassland, some are in the desert, there are many voices piercing into our ears, and there is another voice telling me that Tao Xian is dead... But before I have time to worry, Chongguang bursts out .I followed him to the next…”

Qu Chi's thinking is no different from that of a child, and he loses the focus while talking. Xu Xingzhi listened anxiously, and while enduring his headache, he got up and asked: "... What happened to Chong Guang? Go to sleep now, but injured?"

Qu Chi hurriedly went to hold Xu Xingzhi's hand: "He wasted too much when he broke the formation, so he found you with great difficulty, and saw you fainted, he had three burns, and he vomited blood; you slept for three days and three nights, and he never stopped. He didn't close his eyes, and stayed by your side all the time, saying that he would wait until you woke up. Just now he couldn't bear it and fainted, so I came to accompany you. "

Xu Xingzhi lost his mind when he heard "He vomits blood", he didn't care about listening to Qu Chi's words behind him, and turned towards the inside of the cave with bare feet.

Tao Xian was sleeping on a pile of dead grass, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his skin was pale, but compared with Meng Chongguang, who looked like a corpse, he still had at least a trace of vitality.

Meng Chongguang lay on the edge of the straw bed, as if deliberately isolating himself from others.He was all alone, his slender wrists and ankles seemed to be broken with one hand.Looking from Xu Xingzhi's direction, he looks like he has small hands and feet, but he really looks like a child who has been wronged and is throwing a temper tantrum.

Xu Xingzhi lowered his voice and asked, "Why don't you let him sleep with me?"

Qu Chi also imitated Xu Xingzhi and lowered his voice: "He said it's ventilated there, you'd be more comfortable sleeping alone."

"Yes, it's more ventilated outside." Xu Xingzhi said, "Please take Tao Xian out to sleep."

According to the words, Qu Chi carefully picked up the sleeping Tao Xian, protected his head and walked out, for fear that he would bump into the sloping rock.

Xu Xingzhi walked over, first wrapped his missing right arm under Meng Chongguang's waist, then used the other hand around his waist, and touched his lumbar spine a little bit, found his empty right cuff, and confirmed that it was tightly clenched Then he slowly pulled up his upper body, trying to hug him to rest in the middle of the straw bed, his movements were as gentle as if he was taking care of a ball of cotton.

However, after only supporting him a little bit, Meng Chongguang locked the person in front of him, hugged Xu Xingzhi's waist and rolled several times on the straw.

He pressed Xu Xingzhi under him, buried his cheek on Xu Xingzhi's shoulder, and hummed softly: "...I caught you."

Xu Xingzhi just thought it was funny, tilted his head and rubbed his chin against his hair: "Are you awake?"

Meng Chongguang didn't respond, his finger slowly slid down Xu Xingzhi's back waist, and finally landed on the tailbone. With a light touch, Xu Xingzhi trembled all over, and almost swallowed his tongue in shock: "Hmm..."

He couldn't even imagine that the sensitive part of his body was there, and it softened into a puddle of water just by touching it, as if an animal was licking and biting his core leisurely.

Thinking that there was Qu Chi outside, Xu Xingzhi forcibly restrained himself from groaning, but kicked away a large piece of straw that was well spread under him.

Meng Chongguang's reaction was more eager than his own, and he groped and searched on himself, as if he was longing for something, but he gritted his teeth and held back.

Feeling something was wrong, Xu Xingzhi grabbed him by the back of the neck and picked him up like a kitten, only to see the traces of cinnabar on his brows, eyes and tails were bright red, and he gasped hotly and burned Xu Xingzhi's chest: "... Brother, don't be afraid, don't move... I won't bite you, I won't suck your blood... Mmm~~"

Full of pain choked in his throat, rolling up and down like boiling water.

He struggled to get up and leave Xu Xingzhi, but his arms were weak, and he fell back into Xu Xingzhi's arms again and again.

Looking at Meng Chongguang like this, Xu Xingzhi only felt that his heart was blocked.

Meng Chongguang was born as a sky demon, and he used to harvest the yin and yang essence of the world to refine his body. He can survive only by absorbing spiritual energy, and he doesn't need to suck blood to survive like ordinary monsters.

Xu Xingzhi didn't know why a sky demon fell to this point.Maybe it's because the original owner spoiled him too much, or maybe it's because of the bad settings he made for him as the instigator.

To be honest, now Xu Xingzhi can no longer distinguish the boundary between illusion and reality.

If he didn't clearly remember that he had a father named Xu Sanqiu and a younger sister named Xu Wutong, he might seriously doubt whether he was the real Xu Xingzhi.

To say a thousand words and ten thousand, both Xu Ping and Xu Xingzhi must be responsible to Meng Chongguang.

He sighed: "If you feel uncomfortable, suck my blood."

Meng Chongguang shook his head desperately: "No, no..."

Xu Xingzhi opened his collar, revealing a straight collarbone, and put his fingertips against the slightly upper skin, making the light blue blood stand out: "Bite here."

Meng Zhongguang was so greedy that his eyes were straight, and he tried his best to turn his face away, his voice was crying: "Brother, don't..."

A layer of water mist was forced out of his scarlet eyes. Seeing this, Xu Xingzhi felt a little amused, and instead of talking nonsense with him, he just reached out and pressed his head to his collarbone: "I let you suck me, how can there be so many people?" nonsense."

The scent of blood that was so close at hand finally made Meng Chongguang lose his mind, and the skin around Xu Xingzhi's neck felt a sharp pain. Blood, the sound of swallowing and sucking impatiently made Xu Xingzhi inexplicably blush.

Soon, Xu Xingzhi felt cold on his body, as if holding a piece of ice in his palm, it was cold and damp.Correspondingly, the body of the person in front of him ignited like a ball of fire, wishing to hug Xu Xingzhi and burn it into a furnace of red coals with him.

Xu Xingzhi was sleepy from the cold, closed his eyelids and passed out, and Meng Zhongguang, who was full of blood, did not fade the cinnabar color at the end of his eyes, licked his lips, and kissed Xu Xingzhi's lips with attachment.

His movements seemed to be very skillful, first he sealed Xu Xingzhi's mouth, then cautiously poked out the tip of his tongue, bumping against Xu Xingzhi's lips again and again, and finally sneaked in, the soft fragrance slowly invaded Xu Xingzhi's mouth.

Xu Xingzhi, who had passed out of a coma, was shaken all over his body, and felt an unbearable itchiness in his mouth, as if a soft kitten's tongue full of burrs was naughtyly messing with it, but he seemed to be eating this trick, being searched in such a slow manner The last trace of strength in the whole body.

He heard someone call himself vaguely and sweetly: "Brother..."

For some reason, Xu Xingzhi's heart was easily filled with these two words, and he fell asleep peacefully.

... When Xu Xingzhi woke up, he felt sore hands and feet.He raised his hand to cover the place where he was bitten before he fell asleep, it was completely healed, but he only needed to turn his head to see a blood-soaked straw not far from his neck .

He was still lying in the cave, the straw under him had been laid, and Meng Chongguang sat far away from him, his shoulders shaking violently.

Xu Xingzhi tried and found that he still had the strength to get up, so he pulled up half of his body: "...Meng Chongguang?"

When Meng Chongguang turned his head, his eyes were filled with tears, which fell straight down in the blink of an eye.

Xu Xingzhi: "...Why are you crying?"

... Crying after eating a full meal, the little bastard is really difficult to serve.

Meng Chongguang didn't speak, just watched Xu Xingzhi shed tears, one by one so that Xu Xing's heart was broken, and he waved to Meng Chongguang gently before he lasted half a moment: "Come here."

Meng Chongguang obediently climbed onto him with hands and feet, like a kitten.

With tears in his eyes, he complained in a low voice: "Who asked senior brother to drink blood for me? I can't help it... When I woke up and saw senior brother not moving, I thought senior brother..." He paused, and said aggrievedly, "...Senior brother , It was you who seduced me."

……seduce.

...Damn seduction.

But thinking about it, Xu Xingzhi also realized that he was a little reckless.

For Meng Chongguang, when he got sick, he was unconscious and indistinguishable from gods and ghosts. Tasting blood is like a gourmet meeting delicious food. Xu Xingzhi, who was unconscious, was afraid that his three souls would come out of his body in fright.

Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhi, who was dizzy from being sucked by blood, felt deeply guilty, and stroked his hair: "Sure, can you blame me? Don't cry, why are you like a little girl?"

Meng Chongguang rubbed against Xu Xingzhi's arms and was stroked twice, and the blown hair became more docile.

He opened the storage ring and took out something from it: "Brother, I will give you back your hand."

He cherished a wooden hand and prepared to put it on Xu Xingzhi.

The wound on Xu Xingzhi's right wrist should have been healed by Yuan Ruzhou, and the frayed area was already smooth as before, but Meng Chongguang's movements were still extremely careful, as if he was worried that he would touch the wound that had healed up.

After Meng Chongguang held the wooden hand closer, Xu Xingzhi saw some tricks: "Wait, this is not my hand."

Meng Chongguang opened his eyes and said nonsense: "That's right."

Xu Xingzhi: "...my hand is made of pear blossom wood, this is..."

Meng Chongguang: "It's bodhi wood."

Xu Xingzhi also wanted to fight for it: "...my..."

Meng Zhongguang raised his head fiercely with tears in his eyes: "This is now the hand of the senior brother. Don't use the one made for you with nine lamps."

Xu Xingzhi's heart was nestled by his grinning little fierce cat, and he softened unconsciously: "... OK, OK."

He wanted to argue that the hand was made by his father. He had used it for many years and was used to it, but explaining this kind of thing was tantamount to asking for death, and he could only acquiesce in Meng Chongguang's speculation.

But after wearing it, Xu Xingzhi was quite surprised: "Yo, it fits well."

He turned his wrist, and just about to ask Meng Chongguang when he made it for himself, Meng Chongguang came over: "Brother still looks good with this hand."

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "So what, it's all fake."

Meng Chongguang looked at Xu Xingzhi seriously: "As long as it belongs to senior brother, it is true and good."

Xu Xingzhi choked suddenly.

This is so heartbreaking, after all, Xu Xingzhi himself, who is lying here now, is a huge lie to Meng Chongguang.

Xu Xingzhi was a little restless: "I'll go out for a walk."

Meng Chongguang pushed Xu Xingzhi back: "Senior brother, take a good rest."

"Lie down for a few days, and my body is so weak." Xu Xingzhi pushed Meng Chongguang, who was reluctant to overwhelm him, on the straw, "You should rest here. Don't get up."

Meng Chongguang lay on his back, and asked in a low voice: "...a kiss so I can't get up."

Xu Xingzhi laughed.

The old goblin in front of him was once again seamlessly connected with the person in his memory, which made Xu Xingzhi inexplicably happy and relaxed.

He leaned down and kissed the cinnabar mole on his forehead.

So Meng Chongguang obediently lay on the ground and did not move.Before Xu Xingzhi left the cave, he did not forget to remind him: "Senior brother, be careful around, that ghost king may go and come back again."

...not "maybe", but "definitely will".

Xu Xingzhi raised his hand and stroked his heart.

There is an extra strand of remnant soul belonging to Ye Buyi in his body, according to the character of the ghost king Nanli, he should come to snatch this remnant soul back no matter what.

The sad thing is that Xu Xingzhi searched all over his body, but he couldn't find where the remnant soul was.

...It may have been eaten back by his own soul, after all, that soul is too weak, as weak as Ye Buyi himself.

The King of Ghosts is an out-and-out bastard, but what did that young disciple do wrong who believed that "people who do not follow the Tao are not necessarily evil people"?

At the same time, Xu Xingzhi was very concerned about the half of the sentence that the ghost king said when he fell short.

"You were washed..."

wash?What to wash?

The ghost king's spiritual power and experience are extremely powerful, and he shouldn't have failed suddenly when he was determined to win, so something must have happened to him beyond his control.

It was not difficult for Xu Xingzhi to figure out that the second half of the sentence he wanted to say was "washing the soul", but this sentence is really absurd.The only time Xu Xingzhi could think of the possibility of being "soul-washed" was when he was forcibly instilled into the original owner's body when he entered the wild.

However, the experience at that time was completely different from the experience of being soul-washed this time.

Xu Xingzhi thought about it and couldn't think of a reasonable explanation, so he walked out in a state of upset.

Lu Yujiu, who was setting fire outside the cave, saw him and hurriedly got up: "Senior Brother Xu, your face..."

Xu Xingzhi knew that he had just been sucked blood, and his energy and spirit might not be much different from a dead dog. He waved his hands and didn't want to say more: "It's okay, I just woke up and felt dizzy. Where are Ru Zhou and Ah Wang?"

"They went hunting."

Xu Xingzhi asked again: "Where's Fatty Zhou?"

The eyes behind Lu Yujiu's mask lowered slightly, and he said softly, "Go one hundred steps to the west and six hundred steps to the south, there he is."

Xu Xingzhi was curious: "Is he alone?"

Lu Yujiu pursed her lips, and took a moment to think about her words: "He is with his body."

Xu Xingzhi let out an oh, and took a few steps to understand what Lu Yujiu meant: "...he found it?"

"Yes, I found it. He happened around here, and so did Senior Sister Zhou." Lu Yujiu said softly, "He searched for three days, and finally found it. He said he wanted to be alone... with his The corpse stays for a while."

Decaying grass withered poplars, westerly wind afterglow, Zhou Beinan sits alone with one shot, the ghost gun that was smashed into powder by Nanli has been repaired, it is inserted obliquely on the ground, and the red tassels are flying with the wind like fish and dragons leaping.

Before Xu Xingzhi approached, Zhou Beinan picked up a stone and threw it without looking back: "I want to be alone, go away."

Xu Xingzhi picked up the stone and squatted down: "If I don't go over, I will just stand here. If you feel too quiet at any time, you can call me, and I will relieve your boredom."

Zhou Beinan remained silent, Xu Xingzhi just squatted on the ground, casually unfolding the folding fan he carried with him.

After seeing the big eight characters "Today's world is better than me" on the top, Xu Xingzhi stroked it slowly with his fingers along the direction of the brush.There are countless golden sands, and the youthful spirit of the pen is extremely sharp, and there is a refreshing energy that never looks back.

Not long after, Zhou Beinan stretched out his hand and patted his side, signaling Xu Xingzhi to go over.

Xu Xingzhi was on call, stood up, stomped his feet, and walked forward.

It wasn't until he got closer that Xu Xingzhi saw a deep hole about ten feet deep in front of Zhou Beinan, and he was sitting by the edge of the hole with his feet hanging down.

He looked down, and saw a thin bone that had been lying alone for 13 years lying in the middle, with a long gun stuck on the luteal bone of his right shoulder.

...Xu Xingzhi recognized it. It was the steel-refined spear that Zhou Beinan carried with him in the memory of the original owner.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to say something, but Zhou Beinan hissed, motioning him not to speak.

The pale dry bone suddenly let out a long moan, and then layers of flesh grew on the bone.

Soon, there was another "Zhou Beinan" at the bottom of the deep pit, Zhou Beinan 13 years ago.

Thirteen years ago, when Zhou Beinan met the Ghost King on a narrow road, five or six monks Ying Tianchuan who followed him all died unexpectedly. The bones were twisted, lying on the bottom of the pit, still screaming and cursing.

The instigator, Ghost King Nanli, ignored him and abandoned him.

After going back and forth, Nanli squatted down by the pit, with a very gentle smile on his face: "...I just took a look for you. Your sister must have suffered a postpartum hemorrhage and shed blood all over the place. I was already out of breath when I went... You can rest assured that her soul was smashed into powder by me before it was formed, even if you want to turn into a ghost, you can't turn into a ghost."

Hearing this, Zhou Beinan was almost furious: "You...you fucking—"

"This is the retribution you hypocrites have fallen into my hands." Nanli's voice circled in the air ethereally, he pointed to the distance, put his palms against his ears, and smiled viciously, "... hear Did you? Your sister gave birth to a beautiful girl. When I went to her, she was crying. But I have no interest in such a small child, so leave it to you. You just listen to her cry, Cherish it well. In two days, she won't be able to cry anymore."

Zhou Beinan tried to struggle, but his shoulders were wedged too tightly, and his lute bone was pierced, so he couldn't activate his skills at all.

He refused to believe Nanli's words, and yelled loudly: "Xiao Xian'er! Xiao Xian'er! Brother is here! Answer if you can hear me!"

Nanli laughed and left.

Not long after, the melodious sound of bamboo sheng playing came from near and far, accompanied by the crying of the baby, and gradually disappeared.

Zhou Beinan lay at the bottom of the pit, and time passed silently.

After a day, or two, he could no longer hear his niece crying.

Perhaps the child died, or was taken away and killed by someone in the wilderness, it is unknown.

Zhou Beinan was trapped at the bottom of the pit, unable to get out or move, looking up at the wild sky that was only the size of the well mouth.

In the first few days, he cursed and yelled, but no one heard his voice; later, his voice became hoarse, and he was eroded by the wind and sand so that he could not speak; later, insects crawled on his body , unscrupulously drilled and gnawed along his wound, and there was nothing he could do.

...He spent the last sixteen days of his life in this sunless pit.

Zhou Beinan's hopeful eyes were clouded by layers of gray, and then layer by layer of gloom, and finally, the ashes-like despair swallowed him up.

Zhou Beinan's passionate and flamboyant life ended in a dark and wild ash pit.

When the "Zhou Beinan" at the bottom came back to life, Xu Xingzhi clearly heard Zhou Beinan crazily shout out several names in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Xian'er! Qu Chi!! Xuechen!...Xu Xingzhi! Go! !!"

After calling out the names of these people, the last gleam of light in the eyes of "Zhou Beinan" who was lying underneath disappeared, and his body crumbled and turned into flying sand, leaving only a pale skeleton lying there.

Soon, "Zhou Beinan" came back again.

It repeats over and over again mechanically everything it has experienced before it died.

Zhou Beinan sat with his head bowed on the edge of the deep pit, watching his own death process over and over again with his other half of the remnant soul, while Xu Xingzhi accompanied him and watched it again silently.

——Zhou Beinan is a "dark ghost" who has lost his memory.

——The only reason for the ghost to become a "dark ghost" is that the cause of his death was so tragic that his soul was broken, his five souls were split, and he was so painful that he didn't even want to recall his own death.

After watching it again, Zhou Beinan actually laughed.

"...Before he died, he actually called your name." Zhou Beinan said, "I must have lost my mind at that time."

Xu Xingzhi didn't know what to say: "...I'm sorry. If I were there at that time..."

Zhou Beinan bowed his head, a wry smile hung on the corner of his lips: "It's been 13 years, what's the use of mentioning this."

He looked down at his face 13 years ago, and said to himself: "When I was studying, I often didn't understand the meaning of some poems. I thought they were just expressing sorrow for new words. But now I understand gone."

He stretched out his fingers to the dark sky, dragged his voice, and said word by word: "The yellow crane has broken its head, is the old man still here? The old rivers and mountains are full of new worries. If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with you, it will not seem like... "

After reading the last sentence, his voice fell, and he stretched out his hand to pat Xu Xingzhi's shoulder: "...It's not the same, young man You."

The author has something to say: Shigemitsu: The kitten's tongue licks the whole body.