The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

... Who is he talking about?Nine lights?

Xu Xingzhi wiped his blood-soaked lips clean for him.

Taking advantage of the firelight to look at this painful and tangled face, Xu Xingzhi suddenly realized that there was only pity in his heart, as if he was a father who raised his child since he was a child. Seeing his child sad, he just wanted to coax him to be happy: " ?”

Meng Chongguang raised his eyebrows lightly, but he couldn't wake up, he just tossed around in pain, the arm that Xu Xingzhi broke free just now struggled to hug Xu Xingzhi back, but only halfway, he retracted his hand and strangled it fiercely With his own arms, he curled himself up with all his strength, as if he was afraid of hurting Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi clicked his tongue: "Stupid."

He lay down again, held tightly curled Meng Chongguang in his arms with his wooden hands, pressed his chin against his sweat-stained hair, and unfolded the "free brush" with the other hand, calmly, and drew It is serialized into several volumes of bamboo slips, which are opened with the little finger and opened with a swipe.

There are a lot of ancient books on secret techniques hidden in "Xianbi". Although Xu Xingzhi has not been able to recover all his memories, and he doesn't know how to use certain techniques, but fortunately, he has always been a fast reader, flipping through them with one hand, ten lines at a glance, and quickly found them. Tips on how to fall asleep.

He threw the bamboo slips to the sky, hugged Meng Chongguang himself, mobilized his spiritual consciousness, and slowly pushed a star of green light along his meridians.

The bamboo slips turned into folding fans in mid-air, and landed on Xu Xingzhi's waist accurately and silently.

Meng Chongguang's dream began with a miserable red light.

The sky and the earth are at a moment, it is difficult to distinguish the up and down, the surrounding scenery is entangled with water vapor, and everything is suffocating. Xu Xingzhi looked around, and always felt that this place seemed to have been here before, and one of the dead old banyan trees looked very familiar.

He put his finger on the dead branch of the banyan tree, trying to activate his spiritual power.

The world suddenly changed, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a winding stone path.

Xu Xing was startled, and finally remembered where this place was.

——He was swept here by his former fellow apprentice Huang Shanyue.

When the steam belt faded, the smell of sand and earth came up, choking people's nasal cavity.

Xu Xingzhi walked along the stone path, the more he walked in, the stronger the smell of blood became.

"Xianbi" also came with him, he turned "Xianbi" into a fish-gut sword, half-unsheathed it, shielded himself, and walked silently all the way to the secret room in the mountain.

Turning a corner, he saw Meng Chongguang sitting in the middle of the secret room.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying in front of him, and the human form could not be seen anymore, but he just sat down in the sea of ​​corpses, with his back to Xu Xingzhi, unable to see happiness or anger, and even life and death.

From behind, his posture looks like a person who has successfully committed suicide, with his shoulder blades spread flat, his neck tilted back, his messy clothes hanging by his side, half of his shoulders exposed, and he didn't notice it.

Xu Xingzhi tentatively called: "Chongguang?"

Meng Chongguang's shoulders trembled, and he turned his head slowly.

With his turning back, Xu Xingzhi finally saw clearly that there was a human figure lying in his arms.

The reason why it is said to be in human form is because the thing is a mess, the skin and superficial muscles of the body have been pulled away alive by something similar to soaked hemp rope, and the original appearance cannot be seen at all.

"...Brother?"

The moment Meng Chongguang's eyes came into contact with Xu Xingzhi, Xu Xingzhi felt his throat suffocate.

Meng Chongguang used to be shameless, coquettish, wronged, and at various moments, he loved to shed a few tears, but now his eyes were dry, which made Xu Xingzhi's heart feel as uncomfortable as being pierced by lightning.

"Brother..." Meng Chongguang's voice seemed to be calling for help, as if he was a traveler who was about to slip into the edge of the ravine.

Xu Xingzhi took a few steps towards him, and Meng Chongguang staggered to his feet and ran towards him staggeringly.

He was covered in blood from front to hem.

The blood belongs to others.But for some reason, Xu Xingzhi always felt that most of the blood was seeping from his heart.

Meng Chongguang threw himself into his arms, and clenched his clothes tightly with fishy hands: "Brother, where have you been?"

His eyes were very confused, so Xu Xingzhi had no choice but to comfort him and said, "I'm right here, I didn't go anywhere."

"Really? Then... Chongguang must have been dreaming just now." Meng Chongguang's fascinated eyes were a bit creepy, "Brother, Chongguang realized his mistake, don't scare Chongguang like this in the future."

Xu Xingzhi always felt that his dream was traceable, so he hugged him carefully and said: "Okay. But tell me, what did you do wrong?"

Meng Zhongguang hurriedly explained: "I just went to Lanqiaopo... I just wanted to pick some cymbidium for my brother to decorate the house, the only place in the whole wilderness where cymbidium grows... I didn't think they would doing this to you..."

In order to prove his words, Meng Chongguang raised his finger and pointed at the bones all over the floor, with innocent expectations shining in his eyelashes: "Look, senior brother, I have avenged you."

Xu Xingzhi frowned and looked, only judging from the broken clothes, Huang Shanyue and the owner of the mountain, the animal skin man, were among them.

...Why did Meng Chongguang have a dream of massacring Fengshan?

There was a faint chill in Xu Xingzhi's heart.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the corpse embraced by Meng Chongguang just now. The corpse was lying on the ground, its face was unclear, its flesh and blood were bloody, and it had lost its breath.

With such a severe injury, even if he was sent back to Yuan Ruzhou's side, it would be hopeless, and there would be no cure for it.

However, the more Xu Xingzhi looked at it, the more frightened he became.

No matter how he looked at the outline and bone shape of the person lying on the ground, he felt familiar, and it was a kind of familiarity that made his throat tighten.

Sensing that Xu Xingzhi's eyes were different, Meng Zhongguang timidly grabbed Xu Xingzhi's clothes corner, blocking his sight: "Brother... Don't look, it's all fake. Let's go back to the tower."

Xu Xingzhi suppressed his palpitations forcibly, and looked directly at "Meng Chongguang" in his dream: "Have we been to Tiger Leaping Stream?"

Staring at Xu Xingzhi, Meng Chongguang's pale face gradually turned bloody: "...Brother, do you want to go to Tiger Leaping Stream?"

"Have we been there?"

Meng Chongguang firmly held Xu Xingzhi's gentle and soft palm, and he became more and more happy. He regarded the corpse behind him as Nankey Yimeng: "Senior brother, do you have acquaintances in Tiger Leaping Stream? No matter where you want to go, brother, Chongguang will follow."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

In Meng Chongguang's dream, they had never been to Tiger Leaping Stream at this time.

... In addition, he has also heard the name "Lanqiaopo" from Meng Chongguang.

Not long after he first entered the wilderness, when the animal skin man, the master of Fengshan, came to hijack him, he sent his men to monitor Meng Chongguang. He knew that he had gone to Lanqiaopo, so he dared to attack him, but was captured on the spot by Meng Chongguang who drove back halfway. He ended up with a general disability and a brutal confinement.

The lord of Fengshan is known as the king of the wild, but he is really an unnoticed pawn. What's more, after bumping into Nanli and the origin giant one after another, Xu Xingzhi almost doesn't remember what this person does.

But Meng Chongguang seemed to care about this matter so much that he wanted to slaughter Fengshan again in his dream?

... He was probably genuinely afraid that something would happen to him.

Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhi's heart softened, he hugged Meng Chongguang, and gently kissed his forehead hair: "...do stupid things."

The corner of Meng Chongguang's lips twitched, and he raised his head in disbelief: "...Brother? You..."

Xu Xingzhi knew that the person in front of him was Meng Chongguang who had not yet been "understood" by him, and seeing his surprise expression, he felt a little sour.

He bent down, and slowly kissed his blood-stained nose with his lips: "If I knew how uncomfortable you were, I should have done this with you on the first day I entered the wilderness."

Meng Chongguang choked for breath, stared at the eyes of the person in front of him, suddenly made a move, turned the person over, and the clothes on Xu Xing's back shattered with a screech.

Xu Xingzhi put his hands against the stone wall and turned his face sideways, still wanting to take another look at the corpse that was held in Meng Chongguang's arms just now, trying to figure out why that face made him so cold and frightened.

But Meng Chongguang didn't give him such a chance again. After realizing where Xu Xingzhi's eyes fell, he hugged Xu Xingzhi horizontally, and Xu Xingzhi's light and torn clothes were greatly rolled up, like spring clouds.

He strode away without even looking back at the dead bodies lying behind him.

... Or maybe you don't dare to look more, for fear that the corpse is real and the person in the arms is fake.

The two of them were having fun almost crazily, as if they were in the Muchi in the Nanli Palace, almost rolling all over the whole stone path.

When Xu Xingzhi was sweating and panting, there were still doubts in his heart: If the corpse was a phantom projection of the fear in Meng Chongguang's heart, why didn't it disappear after meeting him?

Who does the broken corpse hugged by Meng Chongguang on the ground look like?Why is it so familiar?

Meng Chongguang seemed to be dissatisfied with his distraction, and made a fuss in his body like a small fish wagging its tail, which caused Xu Xingzhi's expression to change, and he almost grabbed the rock under his palm: "You are so fucking light..."

Meng Chongguang had a stubborn little grievance on his face: "No."

He couldn't laugh or cry.

Just now, I just let him play around outside the cave, but I didn't expect that I would take the initiative to come to his dream to get fucked.

After playing, the two turned upside down, each turned upside down, holding each other's ankle tightly, and let Qiongmiao splash.

After a frenzy, Xu Xingzhi still had enough strength, but Meng Chongguang seemed to have lost his flesh and bones, limp on the ground, and murmured something in a daze.

Enduring the pain in his back, Xu Xingzhi slowly got up, and the long crow-colored hair that had been removed from the crown fell down on his shoulders.

He called softly, "Chongguang?"

Meng Chongguang half-closed his eyes, fell into a new layer of hysterical dreams, and cried out in a hoarse voice: "Brother...I will definitely find you...you are not allowed to go anywhere, I can find you no matter what...I Run, run fast..."

What he said didn't match the words, but just listening to his tone, Xu Xingzhi felt a little pity, and kissed his sweaty forehead.

When touching his forehead, Xu Xingzhi suddenly had an idea.

...Maybe he can read Meng Chongguang's memory now?

When he was reading the method of entering dreams just now, he glanced at the method of using this secret method.

Xu Xingzhi breathed for a few rounds, the six gods reconciled, concentrated on his fingers, and slowly pressed to Meng Chongguang's forehead.

Who would have thought that as soon as he entered, the sea-like sadness would rush towards Xu Xingzhi's turbulent waves, making Xu Xingzhi dizzy and having a splitting headache.

Instinctively, Xu Xingzhi withdrew from Meng Chongguang's sea of ​​consciousness almost immediately.

Even so, Xu Xingzhi's complexion turned blue and yellow due to the consequences of reading the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he staggered up and left a few steps, and finally leaned over to retch while leaning on the stone wall.

When the vomiting subsided a bit, he leaned against the wall, still gasping for breath.

... He could not bear it just by touching it, so... how did Meng Chongguang, who seemed to sleep peacefully by his side every day, bear these memories?