The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

How many years have passed since then?

Wen Xuechen couldn't remember either.

The wooden wheels of the wheelchair rolled over the scattered star sand in front of the tower, and the door of the tower opened with a creak.

The moment the door opened, voices like countless fragments came to Wen Xuechen's ears. The whispers were like rising tides, chasing and driving him until he was drowned.

"Brother Wen! Wen Xuechen! Wen Baimao!"

Xu Xingzhi stood under a peach blossom forest in the Qinglianggu Valley, pushing his newly made wheelchair, and waved to Wen Xuechen who was standing on the Qinglianggu school grounds with a stick. The word "Wen Baimao" scared the Qinglianggu disciples on the school grounds They were so frightened that they wanted to poke their ears deaf.

"...Brother Chen."

This time it was a girl's voice, as gentle as peach petals falling in the wind.

"Xuechen, you are here."

"...Wen Xuechen, you are really slow."

The Qinglianggu disciple who pushed him into the tower breathed a sigh of relief when his feet safely entered the tower, but when he lowered his head occasionally, he saw Wen Xuechen's face was pale, his elbows were pressed on his thighs, his forehead was pressed, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Several people looked back at the seemingly ordinary star sand outside the tower at the same time, feeling a little worried at the same time: "Senior Brother Wen, are you okay?"

... If something happened to Wen Xuechen, no one could suppress the blood-sucking star sand, they would be imprisoned in this tower.

Fortunately, after a while, Wen Xuechen's eyes became clear again, and he raised his head and said, "...it's nothing. Go inside."

Only then did a few people feel at ease.A Qinglianggu disciple took out a bottle of medicine for healing the mind and tranquilizing the mind from his arms, and presented it respectfully.

Wen Xuechen took out a pill, put it under his tongue to press it, and then pointed out: "Go to the third small room on the left first, there are people there."

When he came to the Wilderness last time, he sensed that there were people in the tower, but that time he came here specially to find Xu Xingzhi. Since Xu Xingzhi was not in the tower, he didn't need to bother to use his spiritual power to force his way into the tower.

...he never liked asking for trouble.

However, this time he had no choice but to come in order to prevent Jiuzhideng from entering the wilderness.

The moment the door of the small room was pushed open, there was a smell of stinky meat that the maggots were afraid to avoid, and everyone present covered their noses one after another, but Wen Xuechen looked normal, and entered the small room with a wheelchair.

The lump of flesh on the ground could barely make out a whole human figure.Wen Xuechen walked in front of him, thinking about where his head was and where his face was, when the lump of flesh hissed, "Who? Who is it?"

He couldn't wait to say: "No matter who it is, kill me! Please kill me!"

Wen Xuechen: "Okay. But I have a few questions. Answer my questions well, and I'll give you a good time."

Carrion was trembling with excitement: "Say...you say it! I will answer whatever you say!"

"who are you?"

"Fengshan... I am the person who sealed the mountain."

"Who imprisoned you here?"

"Meng Chongguang..." When the Lord of Fengshan mentioned this name, he actually lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that an ear belonging to Meng Chongguang would sneak out from the partition wall and eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.

Wen Xuechen leaned over from the wheelchair: "Where did they go?"

"I don't know..." The man was afraid that he would not be able to answer Wen Xuechen's question, which would make him unhappy, so he hurriedly poured out all the details he knew, "They all left, not even one left, even that Xu Xingzhi ..."

When hearing the word "Xu Xingzhi", Wen Xuechen's voice became a little subtle: "...Xu Xingzhi? Have you met him?"

The Lord of Fengshan's eyes had been gouged out, leaving two dark holes. He heard Wen Xuechen's voice was different. In order to die, he described Xu Xingzhi positively: "His right hand is disabled, and he is with Meng Chongguang. .he……"

However, he guessed wrong, Wen Xuechen didn't seem to be very interested in Xu Xingzhi.

He interrupted him coolly: "When did they leave?"

"About a few days, no, dozens of days... more than a dozen days ago..." The Lord of Fengshan collapsed a little, he curled up in a mess, cowering like a flesh-colored, fat giant silkworm, "I don't remember Yes, I—"

... His eyes were gouged out, and he was imprisoned here alone, day and night, which was normal.

After pondering for a while, Wen Xuechen asked again: "You really don't know why they left?"

"I don't know..." He groaned in pain, "Meng Chongguang left me here after he made me into this kind of virtue... Please, give me a good time..."

Wen Xuechen had no other questions to ask, he nodded, turned around as agreed, and ordered to the disciples waiting at the door: "Kill him."

A disciple drew his sword out of its sheath, endured the strong evil spirit and stepped forward a few steps. Before the blade could fall, he heard the Lord of Fengshan howl in pain, and countless dense granulation sprouted on his skin.

The granulation turned into a fleshy vine, and in an instant it swallowed the disciple's blade into the body of the Lord of Fengshan.

A sword was entangled in the body, and the master of Fengshan felt his heart break, and he rolled around like crazy and screamed in grief. Hearing the sound of Qi Qi, the expressions of all the disciples inside and outside the door changed.

The disciple who just drew his sword was even more frightened, the fleshy vines that rose up just now almost swallowed his hand as well.He took a few steps back and bumped directly into Wen Xuechen's wheelchair.

Wen Xuechen frowned, and said coldly amidst the mournful voice of the Lord of Fengshan: "Meng Chongguang cursed you as a demon?"

The Lord of Fengshan couldn't speak, and he was in so much pain that he could only let out a hoarse roar to vent his pain.

Wen Xuechen had a clue in his mind, and said: "...Sorry. You are now a part of Meng Chongguang's body. Your life is connected with his. Unless I kill Meng Chongguang, I can't kill you."

Wen Xuechen looked at the twitching lowly carrion on the ground: "...tell me where he is now, maybe I can save you."

The Lord of Fengshan cried in despair.

This time Wen Xuechen was completely sure, and this person still couldn't tell where Meng and Xu were going, which proved that he really didn't know.

Wen Xuechen shook the wheelchair out of the small room: "Search around to see if we can find out where they are."

The disciples scattered around according to the words, not daring to listen to the weeping sound coming from the small room.

Wen Xuechen looked at the closed door with a puzzled expression.

There is a huge difference in strength between this person and Meng Chongguang. He is obviously just a young man. Where did Meng Chongguang hate him so deeply?Would you rather connect him with your own life than let him die easily?

Wen Xuechen was thinking about something on his mind, and walked a few steps along the Huoxi River, when he heard a clear and crisp sound coming from a room.

Wen Xuechen stiffened suddenly, turned the wheelchair abruptly, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the noisy room, before reaching the door, he leaned half forward, and stretched out his hand anxiously to open the half-closed door open--

The Qinglianggu disciple who was searching inside the gate turned his head suspiciously: "...Brother Wen?"

Wen Xuechen easily caught the source of the noise.

This hut is very neat and tidy, with mirrors, bone needles, hair combs made of wood, and several exquisitely embroidered four-corner purses hanging beside the bed, it is obviously a woman's room.

There is also a jasper bell hanging above the bed.The jade pills blown up by the breeze collided with the inner wall back and forth, making a warm and lovely ding-ding sound.

Wen Xuechen raised his hand: "Take off that bell."

Although the disciple was puzzled, he didn't dare to disobey Wen Xuechen. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard Wen Xuechen say again: "Wait a minute. I will do it myself."

Soon, the jasper bell lay in Wen Xuechen's palm.

Without saying a word, he tied the bell around his waist and walked out, leaving his disciple's bewildered eyes far behind him.

... A distant voice mingled with tinkling bells rang in his ears: "Guess who I am?"

A pair of soft and callused hands covered his eyes, making the world in front of his eyes plunge into a warm darkness.

He heard himself reply in a flat voice when he was young: "It is Xu Xingzhi who spoke."

As he spoke, he raised his hands and covered the hands that covered his eyes, his voice softened a lot: "...I know it's you."

Holding his throat, Xu Xingzhi coughed, recovered his original voice, and said disappointedly: "Wen Baimao, what kind of ears do you have?" He shook the hexagonal bell on his right hand quite dissatisfied, "Xiao Xianer and I You wear bells on your hands, how can you tell if it's Xiaoxian'er or me who is covering your eyes?"

The young Wen Xuechen replied concisely: "It's not the same."

...can't say why, but it's just different.

Immediately, he said again: "Why are you free to come to Qingliang Valley today?"

Naturally, this question was not asked by Xu Xingzhi, and he would not unwisely pick such a time to intervene.

The woman's voice is gentle and soft, no matter how hard the heart is, once it meets this voice, it will soften into a pool of spring water: "...I want to come to see you."

After holding the bell and leaving the room for a long time, Wen Xuechen let out a sigh of relief.

He caressed the thin sapphire shell of the bell with a gentle technique, reviewing the familiar touch and temperature over and over again.

He didn't hide the bell in his sleeve until his disciples gathered around.

After the disciples reported that the search was fruitless, the leading disciple asked, "Senior Brother Wen, where are we going next?"

Wen Xuechen said: "Get out of the tower and camp nearby. They will always come back."

The disciples looked at each other.

Someone said: "Brother Wen, why don't we leave this wild place, wait for them to come back, and then..."

Wen Xuechen fumbled for the bell in his sleeve, and said slowly: "One day when Xu Xingzhi is in the wilderness, the nine lamps will not be able to sleep peacefully for a day. If I stay in the wilderness, at least I can stabilize him and prevent him from going crazy and wanting to go into the wilderness .”

The disciples are still puzzled.

Wen Xuechen closed his eyes, and without further explanation, the disciples pushed him out of the tower.

When driving mana to suppress the strange star sand, Wen Xuechen thought:

——He had already given Xu Xingzhi the dagger that condensed the aura of heaven and earth.It stands to reason that he should have killed Meng Chongguang on the first day he arrived in the Wilderness. Why hasn't he done it until now?

Not long after Xu Xingzhi walked out of the cave alone, he was hugged by a person from behind.

Meng Chongguang seemed to like to hug Xu Xingzhi from behind. He rubbed his warm side face on Xu Xingzhi's back and said coquettishly, "Brother."

It was obviously two ordinary words, but he had recited them upside down so many times that he just said them casually, and infinite sweetness gushed out like spring water.

Meng Chongguang lay on Xu Xingzhi's back, rubbed his chin on the top of his hair contentedly, folded his hands around Xu Xingzhi's chest, and whispered: "Where did you go early in the morning? When you wake up, you won't see your senior brother. I'm so worried."

Xu Xingzhi felt helpless towards such clingy Meng Chongguang: "...Didn't I sleep with you last night?"

Meng Chongguang's tone was so serious that he couldn't be more serious: "I haven't seen you all night, I really miss my brother."

But Xu Xingzhi didn't want to play with him anymore, turned around, put his hand on his collarbone, and separated him from himself.

His resistance was so obvious that after Meng Chongguang was stunned, a hurt look appeared in his eyes: "...Senior Brother?"

When he first entered this world, Xu Xingzhi thought that he knew the truth of this world, for which he was secretly happy and guilty.After several entanglements, he decided to put down the dagger entrusted to him by the "knowledge of the world", obey his heart, and help Meng Chongguang escape from the wilderness.

However, until today, he realized that Meng Chongguang had something to hide from him, and it was still an important matter related to whether the few people could escape from the wilderness.

There is no one here, so Xu Xingzhi simply leaned against his shoulder and asked directly: "You once told me that the Lord of Fengshan told you that the key fragments are with the ghost king Nanli in order to save his life, is that right?"

Meng Chongguang's expression was slightly abnormal, and he pursed his lips without answering.

The author has something to say: his unusual reaction has already explained the problem.Xu Xingzhi grabbed Meng Chongguang's hand, and showed him the ring that contained two wild key fragments: "...I have read Ye Buyi's memory. The ghost king Nanli didn't even know that he fished the key fragments from the lake. What came up was the wild key, and I gave it to Ye Buyi as an accessory. Not to mention him, the ghost slaves in the whole Tiger Leaping Stream don't know the mystery of this fragment! Fengshan is hundreds of miles away, and Nanli never Make friends with outsiders. Let me ask you, how does the Lord of Fengshan know that there are wild key fragments here in Nanli?"

He paused, and then said: "...Or, how did you know that there are fragments here in Nanli? Why did you lie to me?"