The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

In the spring of Tianding for four years, it is expected that the cold spring will not retreat. Seeing that it is the day when the dragon raises its head on the second day of February, the breath is still frozen. If you want to get up early, you need great perseverance.

Seeing that it was mid-morning, Xu Xingzhi was still lying tired on the soft couch in the inn, extremely bored, so he simply lifted his frozen left hand outside the quilt, and put it on the bed where he had just woken up and his eyes were still open. When he opened, he grabbed the back neck of the little puppy who was whining and chirping, and squeezed it affectionately.

Meng Chongguang laughed and rolled into Xu Xingzhi's arms, hugged his hands on his chest, and crawled on Xu Xingzhi's body affectionately, like fish like water, stirring up disputes.

The smell of the musk deer in the house last night still hadn't dissipated, and Xu Xingzhi was pushed back by his waist again: "Meng Chongguang, you don't fucking wear pants... um..."

The two quarreled for a while, then hugged each other to rest, intending to experience the feeling of falling asleep until the world is cooked, but they just closed their eyes, they opened them again, looked at each other, without any extra words, each He turned over and got dressed.

In a short time, the wooden door of the guest room was blown away by a sword energy.

When Mr. Guangfu stepped into the door, he saw that the bedding was messy and still warm, but the two people who were in the room were nowhere to be seen. The windows were wide open, and the cold wind blew the copper bells tied on the window sills. rattle.

Unwillingly, he lifted the quilt off the ground with a sword, and shouted sharply amidst the fluttering geese: "Xu Xingzhi!!"

But the few Fengling disciples who came with him all heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that they were all in vain.

Yuan Ruzhou grabbed the boss who came after hearing the sound, paid some money to compensate for the damaged door, and apologized to him warmly for a long time.

When the boss saw Yuan Ruzhou's face, his heart softened eight points, and when he saw the money, even half of his complaints were gone, and he left happily.

A disciple asked, "Master, are you still chasing me?"

Lord Guangfu gritted his teeth and said, "Keep chasing! The bedding is still warm, so they must have not run far!"

The disciples all looked at Yuan Ruzhou, looking for help.

Yuan Ruzhou understood, stepped forward and said in a slow voice: "Master, we want to chase after senior brother..."

Lord Guangfu's eyes froze.

Yuan Ruzhou immediately changed his mind: "If we want to chase Xu Xingzhi, we must catch him by surprise and catch him unprepared. Otherwise, we have no chance of winning against him and Master Meng...Meng Chongguang."

Lord Guangfu didn't intend to listen to her at all: "Chasing!"

Yuan Ruzhou and several disciples looked at each other helplessly, and the disciples could only turn around and go downstairs, scattered in all directions and chased after each other.

Yuan Ruzhou was the last to leave.

She looked around the room, and found a white handkerchief on the ground, which looked like a man's belongings. With a thought, she leaned over to pick it up, but heard a faint sound of wind in her ears. She was also alert and quickly She dodged around, snatched it casually, and used the brocade handkerchief to catch the thing flying towards her.

She took a closer look, and found that it was a gold butterfly jade hairpin, simple and elegant, quite ancient.

Along with the hairpin came a neatly folded handwriting, the handwriting was skewed to the left, and it was a little irregular, but it already had a hint of wildness and indulgence: "Little Junior Sister, for my brother, I was wandering in the street a few days ago. , saw this thing, thought it was really suitable for you, so I bought it. Do you like it?"

Yuan Ruzhou's eye circles were reddish, he rushed to the window in a few short steps, and looked out, but he only saw a grove of cypress trees that were green all the year round, rustling in the wind, and there was no sign of the man there.

Holding the jade hairpin in Yuan Ruzhou's hand, he felt infinite tenderness in his heart, and murmured: "Thank you, brother. No matter what brother gives me, I like it very much."

After she left, Xu Xingzhi, who was sitting on the edge of the roof of the inn, lightly stepped on the green tips of the cypress branches protruding to the bottom of his feet with his toes, and replied with a smile: "...just like it."

Meng Chongguang sat beside him, and said in a delicate tone, "Brother is generous."

"Isn't it rich?" Xu Xingzhi took his hand, kissed Xiujie's fingertips, and coaxed him softly, "I'm so rich that I gave myself to you."

Meng Chongguang was coaxed to be happy and kissed comfortably, lazily rubbing against Xu Xingzhi's body.Xu Xingzhi used his fingers to carefully serve the chin of the little thing in his arms. The soft, hot and fluffy meat was very easy to pinch. Meng Chongguang was rubbed over and over by him, and he was as comfortable as a white furry cat.

Looking at the appearance of the two leisurely basking in the sun, they don't look like people who are being hunted down.

I don't know if it was because Lord Guangfu got some kind of letter when they went back to Yingtianchuan last time. Not long after they left Yingtianchuan, he actually chased them all the way to the small town where they lived.

In the past six months, the two fled all the way, and the Lord of Guangfu chased after him all the way, and there was a great momentum not to stop killing Xu Xingzhi.

The grape trellis is gone, and the dog that was originally agreed to be raised is also gone.But Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi didn't care about this.

Compared with being hunted down, Meng Chongguang has infinite regrets for the grape trellis.

He muttered: "I was hoping to be on the grape trellis with my brother when the grapes were ripe in summer..."

Before he finished listening, Xu Xingzhi twisted his waist, laughed and scolded him to read less nonsense novels.

Meng Chongguang was very shameless, sticking to him shamelessly: "I like senior brother, so I have to please him a lot, so that senior brother won't get bored with Chongguang."

"...You can't bear to please ordinary people."

"Brother, how can you be an ordinary person." Meng Chongguang lay comfortably on Xu Xingzhi's lap, hugged his thin waist and kissed him again and again, and said softly, "How can ordinary people spoil Chongguang like this?"

Xu Xingzhi was funny and helpless, so he leaned close to his ear, poked his earlobe with his lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who told you that you are my little ancestor."

Meng Chongguang was very useful after hearing this, and gropingly clasped Xu Xingzhi's left hand.

Soon, Xu Xingzhi felt that there was a hard gadget on his left hand.

He lowered his head and saw that it was the storage ring that he had worn on the master's hand back then.

The sapphire used for decoration was replaced by Dushan jade, but Xu Xingzhi was very clear about how each scratch on the copper ring came about.

Xu Xingzhi was in a trance for a while, he stroked his body with his palms, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but his body cooled down a bit.

"How did you get it?" he asked.

Meng Chongguang didn't know how the ring got into Mr. Qingjing's room at the beginning, observing Xu Xingzhi's expression, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he had to be careful and said: "When I took back the 'Xianbi' back then, I attached the ring together. I took it back. At first, I was afraid that senior brother would look at the ring and think of his hand and feel sad, so I hid it quietly. I found a suitable piece of Dushan jade a few days ago, so I thought about making a new shape and giving it to senior brother; Brother, if you want to take something, it is convenient..."

Having said that, looking at Xu Xingzhi's expression again, Meng Chongguang's heart sank.

This ring... seems like it shouldn't be given away.

The huge wound left in Xu Xingzhi's heart due to the death of Lord Qingjing is still there.Nearly a year passed, and there was no sign of healing at all.

Meng Chongguang still underestimated Xu Xingzhi's feelings for Qing Jingjun.

When he was a little bit at a loss, Xu Xingzhi quickly showed his face, he retreated the ring, and grabbed Meng Chongguang's hand: "Come on."

Meng Chongguang was very depressed at first, but he failed to please his senior brother, but instead caused his senior brother to feel sad for no reason. Seeing that his senior brother still wanted to talk to him, he naturally spread his palm obediently as if he had received a great favor from heaven.

Xu Xingzhi put the ring on for him.

Meng Chongguang was both happy and a little apprehensive: "Brother, don't you like it?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled slightly: "I like it very much. It's just that I am inconvenient with one hand now, so it's better to leave it to you to take things."

After that, he tasted Meng Chongguang's lips tenderly again: "Besides, everyone is yours, so what's the point of sharing it with each other?"

What Meng Chongguang knew was that the elder brother acted like this because he was sad in his heart, and he didn't want to make others feel sad with him.

He also knew that the senior brother had been so carefree with him this year, not only because he liked it, but also to relieve the pain in his heart.

So he wants to give his senior brother double the sweetness to make up for him.

Xu Xingzhi was quickly stripped of his coat and thrown to a nearby cypress tree branch.

This cypress tree is a hundred-year-old tree, very strong and flexible, Xu Xingzhi's body was thrown on it, and it only shook twice.

Xu Xingzhi thought it would be on the roof, but who would have thought that he would be thrown here? His muscles tensed immediately, and he opened his mouth to scold with a pale face: "Meng Chongguang! There are ants, fuck me!"

Meng Chongguang landed lightly on the branch, and when his toes landed on the branch, he didn't even let the branch sway.

He hugged Xu Xingzhi, activated his spiritual power, and comforted softly: "It's okay, brother, I'm here."

Xu Xingzhi knew that Meng Chongguang had a unique physique, and there were very few creatures in the mortal world who were not afraid of his breath, and snakes, insects, rats and ants even avoided it. As long as he was by his side, he didn't have to be afraid of these little things.

I was coaxed by him twice, although I was a little embarrassed, but fortunately I was not so nervous.

Xu Xingzhi grabbed his lapel and warned him: "Meng Chongguang, it's broad daylight, uncle and the others haven't gone far, so keep your voice down."

After a year of reconciliation, the two of them are already in harmony with each other, and after a few lingering moments, they are both on fire.

The branches and leaves of pines and cypresses rattled like a zither, and the dew on the branches due to the cold spring wet the windows of the inn not far away.

The morning that Qinglianggu ushered in was the same as the morning that Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang were experiencing, but Wen Xuechen got up early and concentrated on handling various chores in the school in the study.

Soon, a close disciple came quickly, knocked on the door, bowed down, paid his respects, went through all the procedures in an orderly manner, and then reported: "Senior Brother Wen, the Demonic Dao has sent someone here."

"The way of the devil?" Wen Xuechen frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"Return to Senior Brother Wen. They said they came to give gifts." The disciple replied, "For Senior Brother Wen's birthday."

When Wen Xuechen raised his eyebrows, the disciple's heart trembled, he bowed his head and dared not speak.

Wen Xuechen was not angry at the rash visit of the demonic people, but he didn't expect them to come so early.

His birthday is indeed approaching.

In the year after Xu Xingzhi's accident, Jiuzhideng would still send people to give gifts every New Year's day as it did when Xingzhi was there, and it was very thoughtful.On Qu Chi's and Zhou Beinan's birthdays, he gave some things that were not particularly expensive, but they were enough to express his heart, so that they would not attract people's attention, nor would they find a reason to refuse to accept them.

... All in all, he did a very good job.

Wen Xuechen once told Zhou Beinan and the others to inspect the presents carefully to avoid any hidden things, but the results of each inspection were normal.

Zhou Beinan also laughed at him for thinking too much, saying that if things go on like this, not only will his hair grow gray, but he will also lose his hair.

...that's nonsense.

Thinking of this, Wen Xuechen put down his pen and said, "Where is the giver now?"

The disciple replied, "Southwest Flower Hall."

Wen Xuechen frowned again.

If that person came to give gifts in private, he would ask a disciple to deal with it, but the demon disciple who came to give gifts has already passed the Ming Hall, if he didn't go, it would be a breach of etiquette, and it would hurt the dignity of the entire Qingliang Valley.

After a while, he said in a voice: "You tell him to wait a while, I will meet you after I change clothes."

After the Qinglianggu disciples retreated respectfully, Wen Xuechen rolled the wheelchair over the desk and was about to go back to the room when he heard a crisp wrist bell ringing from outside the study.

Soon, the owner of the ring tone appeared: "Brother Chen."

Seeing Zhou Xian, Wen Xuechen's brows had all the snow melted away, and she took two cautious steps forward, reaching out to support her round and bead-like pregnant belly: "It's more than seven months old, why are you still moving around?"

Zhou Xian found it funny: "I walk around every day, which is good for production. Didn't Brother Chen tell me that?"

Wen Xuechen said seriously: "Every afternoon, I will take you around."

"But I have a maid..."

Wen Xuechen said indifferently: "I am more refined than them in what I do."

The fetus in Zhou Xian's womb was a month old, and he really couldn't bend down, so he squatted down slightly, and kissed Wen Xuechen's temples with flushed cheeks: "Yes. I listen to Brother Chen."

Wen Xuechen has always been dignified and upright, even though no one saw this kiss, it made him blush slightly: "Nonsense."

Zhou Xian stared at him with bright eyes: "...Brother Chen."

Wen Xuechen was helpless, reached out to hold her arm, and helped her up: "Be careful of flashing."

After finishing speaking, he raised his other hand, pressed it on the soft and pale lips, and touched her face seemingly unintentionally: "Okay, go back to the room quickly. When I see the visitor, I will Go back to your room and find you."

Being delayed like this, Wen Xuechen went a little slower.When he arrived, the disciple who came to give the gift had already drank half a pot of tea.

The disciple who came back to give the gift was a little unusual, just looking at his demeanor, he was different from others.

He reported his family background: "I am Wu Xiang, the son of the Lord of Blackwater Castle."

Blackwater Fort?

Wen Xuechen remembered that about a year ago, Blackwater Fort, one of the branches of the Demon Dao, rebelled, and within a month, it was severely suppressed by Nine Branches of Light.

Just looking at the fact that the castle master's son was reduced to a person who ran errands and gave gifts, it can be seen that although Jiuzhideng's treatment of these rebels was not cruel, it did not easily forgive them.

Since the other party was polite and respectful, Wen Xuechen couldn't lose his sense of proportion.

After simply returning the gift, he asked, "It's half a month before my birthday, why did you come here earlier?"

Wu Xiangru said like an endorsement: "The Demon Venerable made it clear before he came that you don't like people of your own way. If you give a gift on your birthday, even if you accept it, you will inevitably be unhappy. Why don't you give it in advance? Take it easy in your mind."

This is frank but not hurtful, Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, but it is indeed the style of Jiuzhideng's work.

Wen Xuechen didn't ask any more questions, accepted the gift, and asked him to leave politely.

After leaving Qingliang Valley, Wu Xiang cursed angrily: "Bah, this Wen guy dares to neglect me so much!"

The two accompanying disciples who came with him and waited for him outside the valley for a long time came forward to meet him.

Seeing that his expression was not good, one of them comforted him in a gentle voice: "Mr. Wu, don't be angry. Now that this gift is given out, this matter is over, so what's the use of thinking about it."

After finishing speaking, he handed back to him the wine bag and other odds and ends that Wu Xiang had untied before entering the valley.

Wu Xiang accepted it bluntly.

Just now, for the sake of etiquette, he made a small fuss in front of Wen Xuechen, pretending to be his grandson enough, now that he came out, he had to scold him and vent his anger.

He unscrewed the wine bag, took a big gulp, wiped the liquid from the corners of his lips, and said to himself: "What are those nine lamps?! I grew up in that Fengling Mountain, and my mind is on this so-called decent family! During the New Year's Eve, this gift is sent to the four gates like water, just like his mother's great-grandson honoring his great-grandfather! Does he still remember that he is a demon? Huh?"

He scolded dryly, and took another sip of wine: "...Father is also a coward! Jiuzhideng just killed two forward generals, and he is eager to surrender! I don't believe that Jiuzhideng has the courage Strong enough to really dare to kill the Lord of Blackwater Castle?!"

While cursing, he moved forward with his sword, still chattering, but after a while, he coughed suddenly.

Wu Xiang didn't take the cough to heart, however, more and more bright white foam came out of his throat, he felt severe pain in his chest, coughing continuously, stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth, and wiped his hand Bloody foam of dead fish, with fragments of lungs in it.

He swayed twice, fell from the sword, and fell into the deep valley.

The other accompanying disciple originally belonged to the Blackwater Fort. Seeing this scene, he was so startled that he lost his mind. He screamed "Young Master" and rushed straight down. He didn't even care about the obedient and unusual demon who was walking with him. General altar disciple.

The disciples of the main altar watched the two disappear into the mountains, and smiled without saying a word.

In an instant, his face completely changed.

Jiuzhideng lowered his eyes and put his hands behind his back, standing on the head of the cloud, and answered his question softly: "...I won't kill your father."

"I need to save his life and let Qinglianggu explain the death of his only son."

The author has something to say: —— Please use an animal to describe your closest person.

Beinan: Rabbit, it has long ears, easy to carry.

Xiao Lu: ...Tibetan fox.

Beinan: What is a Tibetan fox?

Xiao Luhong: A very ferocious animal, very similar to you.

Beinan: Oh, that's good.

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Qu Chi is serious: Hmm... the little lamb.

Xiao Tao blushed; ... the big sheep.

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Jiumei: A senior is a senior, not an animal.

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Guangmei: Senior brother looks like everything.When you pet me, you are like a very gentle dog, when you charge into battle, you are like a wolf; when you occasionally cling to me, you are like...

Brother: Oh, Teddy.

Guangmei: ...