The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Xu Xingzhi was silent for a long time.

When Jiuzhideng almost thought he had fallen asleep, he said easily: "Hey, what's the matter, how is it possible."

Jiuzhideng frowned slightly: "Brother..."

"Who dares to tell me the secret? I'm not afraid that I'll blow his brains out." Xu Xingzhi said easily, "I was reminded by bad luck, don't think so much."

Jiuzhideng said softly: "Since senior brother doesn't want to mention it, I won't mention it."

Xu Xingzhi was silent.

"But senior brother must be clear in his heart." Jiuzhideng said again, "Not everyone is worthy of senior brother's sincere treatment."

Xu Xingzhi was overjoyed: "I know, I know. Your kid can train me... hey!"

The medicated oil flowed into the wound and started to take effect. The pain caused Xu Xingzhi to break out in a cold sweat again: "Die! Wen Baimao bastard... um——"

He bent his body, the beautiful muscle lines on his back heaved and contracted continuously, rubbing back and forth in the palm of Jiuzhideng.

If it weren't for Jiuzhideng by his side, he would have cursed Wen Xuechen to the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

Jiuzhideng was sweating profusely from the pain, and his usual steady voice also wavered a lot: "Senior Brother..."

He unconsciously stroked Xu Xingzhi's body over and over again, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen contracted up and down. It was originally a picture of a man with a strong breath and strong tension and toughness, but he saw that Jiuzhideng's face gradually turned red.

His fingertips slowly slid down Xu Xing's back, and landed on the brand mark of the Silver Ring Snake.

After so many years, this brand mark is still so clear and scary, as if it was branded on yesterday.

This injury seemed ordinary, but Jiuzhideng knew that it was more serious than the bloody wounds on Xu Xingzhi's body.

It can be said that the heaviest injury he suffered all over his body was the round fiery red snake mark.

Since he suffered this injury, Xu Xingzhi's skill improvement has slowed down a lot.Although he never said anything and lived happily every day, the influence of this old injury on him cannot be underestimated.

He no longer plays around with his close juniors, and he refuses to undress in public, because he just doesn't want others to find out about his injury.

Jiuzhideng knew in his heart that if Xu Xingzhi had told his master and uncle that he was injured, he would not have been invaded by the cold poison and caused the root cause of the disease.

However, if he chooses to report to him, then according to Mr. Qing Jing's love for Xu Xingzhi, he will definitely be held accountable.

I am originally from the Devil Dao, my status is not clean, and I have caused such troubles for my senior brother, I will definitely be punished severely, maybe I will be sent back to the Devil Dao, and continue to live that life without humans and ghosts.

Jiuzhideng is the twenty-year-old son of the current master of magic.

He is the youngest among the [-]-year-old sons, and he was born until he was seven years old, and his demonic blood had not yet awakened.

In the eyes of the magicians, the nine-branched lamp is a useless waste.Living in the magic way for several years, the only person who warms Jiuzhideng is his biological mother Shi Pingfeng.

Shi Pingfeng was neither his wife of [-] years nor his true love, but just a dispensable concubine.She is useless, dull, and doesn't know how to buy people's hearts, but fortunately she is gentle enough.

Twenty years ago, twenty years ago, he led his subordinates to counterattack the righteous way and provoke the four sects.That year was the first year of Zhenghou, which was known as the "Rebellion of Zhenghou" in history.

During this war and conquest, Fengling's new mountain lord, Qing Jingjun, with the body of Yuanying Dzogchen, was unstoppable. He took the lead on a horse, and wiped out his younger brother Saluo who had been abusive for [-] years with his sword, and severely injured him for [-] years.

After the edge of a sword is wiped away, the devil will cry in fear of ghosts, and the world will be safe.

At that time, Jiuzhideng had never witnessed the grandeur of Qing Jingjun back then, but only knew that one day after his father returned to the mountain from a serious injury, he was summoned to the main hall for the first time.

He didn't even get to see his mother, so he was sent by his father's disciple Liu Yunhe to Fengling Mountain, the head of the four sects, to worship Lord Qingjing as his teacher.

However, the young Jiuzhideng didn't know that he was called an apprentice, but he was actually the proton of the Demon Dao seeking peace with the Xianmen.

Before meeting Mr. Qing Jing, Jiuzhideng had imagined countless times what kind of man that Mr. Qing Jing, who had one man and one sword, and who was famous for his madness, would be.

Who would have thought that he waited for a quarter of an hour in the main hall of Fengling Mountain, but it was a boy in his teens who rushed into the hall.

The young man in white blew into the main hall like a gust of wind, carrying a faint aroma of wine with him: "Uncle Master, Master is in the back hall and asked you to go."

The Lord of Guangfu, who was waiting in full clothes, stood up calmly and came to the young man. The young man whispered to the Lord of Guangfu, "...Master, hurry up, Master is drunk, and is scribbling on the statue of the old man in the back hall." Woolen cloth."

Mr. Guangfu's face turned blue and then pale, and he asked, "Don't you know how to stop?"

The young man muttered: "...Uncle, what you said, can I still stop Master?"

Lord Guangfu was about to leave when he smelled a strange smell and frowned: "...have you been drinking too?"

The young man said proudly, "Master never drank me."

Lord Guangfu slashed at the young man's face with his eyes: "It's unseemly! After an hour, go to the Discipline Palace to receive the punishment!"

Sending off Mr. Guangfu, the young man didn't care about whether he was punished or not. He walked in with a brand new folding fan in his hand,

The nine lamps waiting in the center of the hall stared blankly at him.

That was the first time he saw Xu Xingzhi.

"You are the little apprentice sent by Mo Dao? What's your name?" Xu Xingzhi squatted in front of him and scratched the tip of his nose with a fan.

He shrank back and said nothing.

Xu Xingzhi rolled up his sleeves skillfully and hugged him: "Call me brother."

The look of anticipation on his face made Jiuzhideng terrified.Even his mother had never hugged him in front of others like this before, for fear of being rumored to be spoiling the youngest son, and calling Jiuzhideng would not be welcomed by his father.

Xu Xingzhi hugged the stiff nine-branch lamp, and took out a fairy fruit from his arms: "This fruit is delicious, it is the fairy fruit that grows in Yingtianchuan....Want to eat it?"

Jiuzhideng's small body was as stiff as a coffin board.

Xu Xingzhi coaxed him: "Call me brother. If you call me brother, I will eat it for you."

Jiuzhideng thought about it carefully, and then slowly spit out two words: "Mother."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Jiuzhideng mustered up his courage and said methodically: "My mother didn't know I was sent here. She needs to be in a hurry."

Xu Xingzhi faded away, put the child down, and stared into his eyes: "They sent you here straight away? Are you happy to stay here?"

"Whether I'm happy or not, I won't be able to go back." Jiuzhideng knew it in his heart, and his eyes were so calm that he didn't look like a child.

He knelt down to Xu Xingzhi: "I just want to ask... you, help me send a letter home with my own handwriting, so that my mother can feel at ease."

Xu Xingzhi pulled him up: "Don't be naughty. Where's the devil who sent you here?"

"……gone."

Xu Xingzhi pulled him around to the side hall, fetched bamboo slips with brush and ink, patted him in front of him, turned around and walked out the door.

After a long distance, Jiuzhideng could still hear Xu Xingzhi's cry: "Quchi!! Wen Baimao!! Fatty Zhou!!! Who will accompany me to the Demon Dao General Altar!"

Although Jiuzhideng was young and mature at that time, he never imagined how much trouble Xu Xingzhi would get caused by that letter of safety.

Mo Dao temporarily reconciled with the four sects, and sent the youngest son as a hostage, which can be said to be embarrassing, and it also made righteous people feel proud. Who would have thought that the disciple of Fengling Mountain would take the initiative to show favor to Mo Dao and send the proton letter back to his hometown? One after another, they all said, is it possible that the previous blood debt between the Demon Dao and the Four Sects really needs to be written off, and the right to pretend nothing happened?

In order to calm the public opinion, Qu Chi, who went with Xu Xingzhi, was fined to go back to Danyang Peak to face the wall and think for three months.

Xu Xingzhi received twenty basalt rods before Qingjing sobered up, and was bedridden for a month without getting up.

On the day when Xu Xingzhi was able to move, he climbed onto the roof and grabbed the nine-branched lamp that hadn't had time to run away: "Are the stars outside my temple more beautiful than elsewhere?"

Jiuzhideng's face was so red that it reached the neck: "I... want to say thank you."

Xu Xingzhi circled the man in his arms and teased him with a smile: "Have you not made up your mind since January?"

Jiuzhideng twisted his body to get out of Xu Xingzhi's arms: "Brother..."

"That's right." Xu Xingzhi smiled openly, "Call twice."

Jiuzhideng turned back to look at him, wondering why he cared so much about this title.

Xu Xingzhi pressed his chin on the top of Jiuzhideng's head, rubbed it contentedly, and said with a smile: "I have an elder brother, but I haven't spoken to him for a long time since I became the master's first disciple. I I want to find someone to talk with me, but those outer disciples respect me very much, as for Bei Nan, Xue Chen and Qu Chi...although they get along very happily, after all, they can't be together all the time..."

He looked down at the nine lamps, his eyes filled with genuine joy: "So I was very happy when I heard that Master is going to accept another internal disciple."

Jiuzhideng mercilessly exposed his scars: "I am the devil."

"So what?" Xu Xingzhi was puzzled, "Isn't the Demon Dao my junior brother?"

The child's body temperature was already high, and Jiuzhideng was shy when he said it, and his body also became hot. As soon as he struggled, he heard Xu Xingzhi say softly: "Don't move, brother's back hurts."

Jiuzhideng finally behaved.

He whispered: "Brother."

...Brother, brother.

Xu Xingzhi's eyes lit up with excitement: "Call twice."

Jiuzhideng was silent, and Xu Xingzhi didn't mind, he hugged Jiuzhideng, and looked up at the sky with him.

The silver sea is bright and bright, the stars are overturned, and the starry sky of Fengling Mountain is always clear and bright, which is the best among the four gates.

Xu Xingzhi raised his head and pointed at one of the colander-shaped stars, and asked, "Do you know what that is?"

Jiuzhideng said: "I know. Tianshu Xing."

He has been used to being alone since he was a child, so stargazing is also one of his pastimes.

Xu Xingzhi choked.But he has always been reassuring, and he still put his arms around his newly recruited junior brother at ease, and talked to him: "Then tell the senior brother about the stars."

Jiuzhideng nodded and raised his finger to the vast sky.

After sitting on the roof of Xu Xingzhi's palace for a whole month, Jiuzhideng didn't realize until today that the stars here are really countless times more beautiful than the stars in the Demon Dao General Altar.

Four years later, Meng Chongguang started.

From then on, Xu Xingzhi never hugged him to see the stars.

Because Meng Chongguang doesn't understand the star chart and Ziwei Doushu, he will forget it if he says it.Therefore, in order for him to pass the school examinations over the years, Xu Xingzhi had to talk to him tirelessly over and over again.

Now, Jiuzhideng is much taller than Xu Xingzhi, and it is no longer possible to let the latter hold him in his arms like when he was a child.

If he went back to his childhood, Jiuzhideng didn't know if he would imitate Meng Chongguang's behavior, pretending that he didn't understand everything, and pestering his senior brother to tell him day and night.

...I don't think so.

No matter what he is, he is also a member of the demon way, and he is different from Meng Chongguang. A demon disciple who gets too close to his senior brother will not just tarnish the name of his senior brother.

After Xu Xingzhi was in pain for a while, his body fatigue became more and more serious. He lay down on the bed, still gritted his teeth and calmed Jiuzhideng pretending to be relaxed: "It's okay, it's much better now."

Still a little dizzy after the pain, Xu Xingzhi lay his pillow on his arm, drowsy.

Jiuzhideng tucked the quilt up for Xu Xingzhi in silence, and when he was about to close the door and go out, he suddenly heard Xu Xingzhi calling him from behind: "Little Deng."

He looked back: "What's the matter, brother?"

Xu Xingzhi was too sleepy to lift his head: "... Thirty-four told me that the entanglements on the side of the Demon Dao will have nothing to do with you."

Jiuzhideng's eyes flickered, his lips parted a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Senior brother this time is for...

"You have been restless these past few days, I can see it." Xu Xingzhi's hair hung down his arms, and his eyes were tired and gentle, "...Don't worry. Your brother's fight has nothing to do with you, so take care of yourself." Here, practice quietly. Don't think too much."

Xu Xingzhi was so tired that he fell asleep after saying this.

Jiuzhideng only stood by the door for a short while, then hurried back to the bed, stared at Xu Xingzhi's sleeping face for a while, his breathing became heavier and his eyes darkened.

He knelt down in front of the bed, pinched Xu Xingzhi's chin, and kissed those soft and sweet lips.

Xu Xingzhi's lips are thicker than Jiuzhideng's naturally thin lips, and the kiss is extremely sensual, soft beyond words, so comfortable that Jiuzhideng can't wait to drown in it and never come out again.

When he was intoxicated in this secret and immoral happiness, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the side.

What he did was against ethics, he was already sensitive, when he heard a noise, his heart trembled, he let go, and turned his head to look——

Going around the hut, Meng Zhongguang, who finally found a place to come in, was propping his arms on the edge of the half-open window, and happened to see the scene just now.

His eyes were fixed on the nine lamps, bloodshot and demonic light gradually appeared in his eyes, and the redness gradually dyed to the end of his eyes: "...Nine lamps."

at the same time.

Xu Pingsheng walked out of the small room where Mr. Guangfu stayed, and walked along the corridor for only a dozen steps, when a short spear came from the shadows and nailed it directly to the mahogany pillar that was only half a step away from Xu Pingsheng!

Xu Pingsheng's face was horrified, he took a step back, and looked around, only to see Zhou Beinan walking out from the shade of the trees with an extremely indifferent expression.

Xu Pingsheng faintly showed some anger, but before he got to the bottom of his eyes, he tidied it up very properly: "...Mr. Zhou."

With a half-smile, Zhou Beinan stretched out his hand and put the pistol back in his palm: "I can't afford it."

Xu Pingsheng said neither humble nor overbearing: "Why is Mr. Zhou looking for me?"

Zhou Beinan is not a person who beats around the bush, since Xu Pingsheng asked him, he might as well ask bluntly: "I saw you went to the place where the disciple was staying to find Xingzhi an hour and a half ago."

Xu Pingsheng's complexion changed slightly: "It was Mr. Guangfu who asked me to find him."

Zhou Beinan pressed him step by step: "He was not in the room at that time. How did you report it?"

Xu Pingsheng saw that he was so impolite, so he didn't hide it at all, and said: "There is a demonic energy in the room. I'm going to report to Master that there are demonic cultivators here, is it wrong?"

Zhou Beinan didn't want Xu Pingsheng to be so upright and confident, so he got angry for a while: "Don't you know that the Lord of Guangfu has always been strict in his actions? No matter how aggressive he is, he still has a bottom line in his actions. You go and sue him and the devil. Cultivator, what benefits can you get?"

The impatient look on Xu Pingsheng's face became more serious: "What exactly does Mr. Zhou want to say?"

The author has something to say: "To criticize others, even a decent-looking daughter would disdain it." Zhou Beinan sneered, "Are you really Xu Xingzhi's biological brother? I don't think you all crawled out of a mother's womb. "

Xu Pingsheng's face darkened: "If you don't do anything wrong, why are you afraid of being punished? Besides, where did Mr. Zhou know that I am his brother-in-law? I am me, and he is him. Why do you two have me as the same?" Compared to him?"