The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Meng Chongguang warmed the fermented glutinous glutinous rice balls in his arms, protecting them with his left hand, and holding an umbrella densely made of blue rattan with his right hand.

The rain on the left and right was crazily and urgently, the people around were in a hurry to run for their lives, they only cared about themselves, they didn't bother to stretch their necks to see what was weird about the people around them.

Looking at the appearance of the torrential rain that day, Meng Chongguang was sure that Xu Xingzhi would not be able to stay at home and would pick him up with an umbrella.At that time, as long as I saw my senior brother from a distance, I immediately took off the umbrella and got a little wet. According to my senior brother's temperament, I would definitely feel distressed.

Thinking of this, Meng Chongguang suddenly saw two figures approaching, one of them was not holding an umbrella, and his gait was staggering, like a senior brother, and the other followed behind, and his figure was vaguely familiar.

Meng Chongguang's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't care less about his little thoughts, he rushed forward, seeing that the drunk and drenched man was really Xu Xingzhi, his expression changed suddenly, he stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms, Moved all the umbrellas to the top of his head: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Xu Xingzhi felt as if his heart was fried all the way, now when he saw Meng Chongguang, he immediately grabbed his sleeve with all his strength, and said with difficulty: "Chongguang, go back with me... Back to Fengling! Something happened to Fengling!"

Meng Zhongguang's eyes narrowed, he held his wrist with his backhand, and said in a gentle voice: "What happened, is it worth the brother running out without an umbrella? Let's go home, and when we get home, I will listen to the brother speak slowly. "

Thirty-four interjected from the side: "It's better to go to Fengling quickly. Before I came, I heard the rumors. The Lord of Guangfu said that the disciples of Fengling's mountain gate will be open for a day. I wish to make a wish to escape, and I will listen to you; One day later, those who stay behind will live and die with Fengling, guarding the mountain until..."

Meng Chongguang suddenly turned his head and stared at Thirty Four with fierce eyes like a ghost.

Thirty-four was startled, guessing something vaguely in his heart, he shut up and stopped talking.

Xu Xingzhi hadn't noticed the difference in the expressions of the two. He was afraid that Meng Zhongguang would not be able to understand the situation, so he resisted the bloody smell that surged up from the bottom of his throat like a miasma, and explained to himself: "Nine Branch Lamps, he brought magic to attack four Gate, Qinglianggu and Yingtianchuan have all fallen... North and South and Xiao Xian'er, they..."

Meng Chongguang caressed his back, slowly pouring spiritual power into him, so as to calm down the surging Yang Qi in Xu Xingzhi's body.

However, Meng Chongguang did not respond positively to his eagerness: "...Brother, let's go home first."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Xu Xingzhi only felt that he had clearly grasped the hand of the person in front of him, but as if he had grasped a handful of air, his hand should be empty.

So he let go of his hand and looked straight at Meng Chongguang.

Meng Chongguang was a little disturbed by him.Xu Xingzhi's gaze was like something tangible, stabbing him into a fever.

"……you know?"

Meng Zhong looked around and said that his attitude has clearly confirmed Xu Xingzhi's conjecture, but sometimes people are so cheap that even if he knew that there was a south wall lying across, he still slammed into it with full of luck: "Meng Zhongguang , did you already know?"

All kinds of strange things in the past half month emerged in Xu Xingzhi's heart one by one.

——Meng Chongguang suddenly bought a courtyard here, as if he was fully sure that the Lord of Guangfu would not come to hunt them down again.

——Whenever he came back from a trip, Meng Chongguang would always ask himself insinuatingly if he had heard any news.

...and the day of Xuechen's birthday...

These cobweb-like doubts were woven into a web in Xu Xingzhi's heart, making him breathless.

After a long silence, Meng Chongguang said softly: "Yes."

——The net suddenly covered the sky and covered the sky, and the spider lurking in the dark rushed out, biting a piece of flesh on Xu Xingzhi's heart.

In the heavy rain, Xu Xing punched Meng Chongguang's face.

Unprepared, Meng Chongguang fell a few steps back and fell in the middle of the muddy street.

The rattan umbrella that grew out of his palm was pulled back in an instant, and the fermented glutinous glutinous rice balls that were originally contained in a paper bowl and well placed on his chest were also overturned, leaving scalding marks from Meng Chongguang's messy body.

Meng Zhongguang used his thumb to imprint the bleeding corner of his lips, and the thin layer of blood was quickly diluted by the rain, but he still stared at it for a long time.

...Even if he made ridiculous and absurd mistakes, the senior brother was never willing to touch half a finger of him.

In the past, even if Xu Xingzhi poked his forehead, he would be depressed for half a day, so Meng Chongguang was completely dumbfounded when he punched his head and face.

"Since you knew it earlier, why didn't you tell me!?" Xu Xingzhi was trembling with anger, and black shadows flickered in front of his eyes.

He has been controlling himself since just now, don't vent his anger, otherwise he will definitely not spare even a devil like Thirty-four.

But Xu Xingzhi never imagined that the person he had always trusted would hide it from him like this.

So is the small light, so is the heavy light...

Meng Chongguang struggled to get up from the mud, his eyes fixed on Xu Xingzhi's face: "So what if I tell my brother? Can you save me, brother? Can you save the four doors by yourself?"

Xu Xingzhi suddenly changed color: "Meng Chongguang? You—"

Meng Chongguang got up dripping with mud and water, and his eyes were bloodshot: "I told the senior brother, the senior brother will only fight against the entire evil way with his own body like now! What benefits can the senior brother get?"

"Benefits?" Xu Xingzhi felt that his head and heart were about to burst from pain, "I was born in Fengling, and Fengling has great kindness to me! Are you talking about benefits here?!"

Meng Chongguang: "If there is any kindness, it should be written off when they want to kill the senior brother. The senior brother doesn't owe Fengling anything at all! We live in peace and contentment, so why bother with them? The four sects have their own luck. True death, how could senior brother alone stop it!"

"I have my own number of days to go to your mother!" Xu Xingzhi yelled, "Meng, will you go with me?"

The answer he got was silence and the sound of rain.

Xu Xingzhi didn't waste his time talking anymore, his eyes with startling light swept across Meng Chongguang's face, and then he turned around resolutely, and the sound of his feet gradually gathered.

But when he was about to leave, a hand gently grabbed the corner of his clothes from behind, and said timidly: "Senior brother..."

Xu Xingzhi thought that Meng Chongguang had figured it out, so he was overjoyed and turned around and said, "Chong..."

Meng Chongguang pointed at the lute bone on his right shoulder.

In the Tianbang competition a year ago, Xu Xingzhi's right shoulder pipa bone was penetrated by spiritual power, and it took him a long time to heal. At this time, he was hit again by Meng Chongguang, and Xu Xingzhi immediately softened from the pain, and was caught by Meng Chongguang The left hand was pressed down hard in the pouring rain.

Xu Xingzhi struggled to the death like a trapped animal, choked on sewage in his mouth and still roared indistinctly: "Meng Chongguang! What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!"

In the past when playing with Xu Xingzhi, Meng Chongguang had never hit hard once, but this time he hit very hard, almost suppressing him severely with the force of breaking Xu Xingzhi's arm.

Xu Xingzhi's eyes were red: "You let me go!! I have to save Beinan!!"

"Did he save you?" Meng Chongguang pressed Xu Xingzhi, who was on the verge of madness, angrily and distressedly, "If I hadn't returned to the mountain that day, who would have rescued brother? Qu Chi? Wen Xuechen Zhou Beinan? They just watched helplessly Look!! Everyone is watching!"

Xu Xingzhi didn't want to hear what Meng Chongguang said at all. He put his head in the mud and said sharply: "There is also Xiao Xian'er! Xiao Xian'er is still pregnant. She was raised and pampered by Bei Nan since she was a child. How can she bear it?" The suffering of the wilderness! ... And Xuechen, how could he bear Xiao Xianer falling into the hands of the devil? I have to help him, I have to-"

Meng Chongguang blurted out: "Where are you going?! Wen Xuechen is gone! Qingliang Valley is gone!"

Xu Xingzhi suddenly stopped struggling.

The rain poured on Xu Xingzhi's back, as if pouring on a hollow drum, making an empty sound.

Sensing Xu Xingzhi's unusual silence, Meng Chongguang felt a chill in his heart, and raised his head to look at Thirty-four in a little panic.

Thirty-four frowned and shook his head.

——In order to prevent Xu Xingzhi from being overly stimulated, Thirty-four only said that Ying Tianchuan was descended into the Demonic Way, but did not explicitly tell him about Qinglianggu Hegu being slaughtered.

"...What's wrong with Xuechen?" After a while, Xu Xingzhi turned his back to him and murmured, "...What do you mean 'Qingliang Valley is gone'?"

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Thirty-four.His eyelashes were stained with yellow muddy water, and it was painful to open them, but he took a look of sand and water, and asked Thirty Four in a hoarse voice: "...is it gone?"

...I can't hide it anymore.

Thirty-four had no choice but to truthfully say: "I heard the news and rushed to Qingliang Valley. It was a few days after the accident in Qingliang Valley...the blood lingers there, and the sky is full of phosphorous flames...I heard people say that Wen Xuechen was attacking in the magic way. During Gu Shi, in order to maintain the closed valley formation, he had a heart attack. By the time the disciples discovered the anomaly, it was already too late. His body was robbed by the devil, he..."

His words were interrupted by a mouthful of blood gushing from Xu Xingzhi's lips.

When the warmth splashed out, Meng Zhongguang was startled, and he hugged Xu Xingzhi into his arms helplessly while his heart was in severe pain: "Senior Brother!! Senior Brother——"

Xu Xingzhi couldn't hear what Meng Chongguang was saying.

His ears were filled with the sound of wind and rain, only Wen Xuechen's voice lingered layer upon layer.

——"Where is Fengling Xu Xing?"

——"Hey, I'm here."

——"Oh? Really? Xingzhi is really fearless now."

—— "... Throw the barbed centipede in his face, and you will win."

—— "Wen Baimao, don't hurt me."

——"I want you to have a longer memory. People who are not on different paths should never get along easily. You have to remember this clearly."

Amidst the demonic whispers, Xu Xingzhi wondered in a trance, why did he avoid Wen Xuechen when he went to Ying Tianchuan to celebrate Beinan's birthday last time.

There were few pedestrians on the street, there was no sound of rain, and Xu Xingzhi, who couldn't help choking blood from the corners of his lips, was hugged by Meng Chongguang, whose face had faded from his face.His left hand hangs down in a daze, and the nails of all five fingers are turned upside down, but he doesn't know it, and only half-opens and half-closes his eyes, thinking about his own thoughts vaguely.

Bring Xu Xingzhi back to the small courtyard, heal his wounds, and carefully bandage his badly injured fingers. Just now, Meng Chongguang walked out of the bedroom covered in mud.

Thirty-four sat on a wooden armchair in the main room, and when he saw him come out, he asked, "How is it going?"

"What on earth are you here for?" Meng Chongguang's voice sounded as if a handful of icicles had been rubbed into it, and it was stingingly cold, "Don't you know that if you tell senior brother about this, senior brother will risk his life and go back? "

"I know." Thirty-four said, "but I thought the two of you would advance and retreat together. Both of you have Nascent Soul cultivation, if you fight against Nine Branches..."

Without Xu Xingzhi's side by his side, Meng Chongguang no longer concealed the sternness in his eyes: "Confrontation? This is funny. You are a member of the devil, and you have come all the way to drag your brother into this muddy water. You want to fight against the new master of your magic way?"

That young man who has always been dandy and undisciplined rarely restrained his frivolous look. He was neither angry nor annoyed. He stroked the hilt of his waist and said: "...I came back to the main altar later and talked with this new master of the demonic way. Compared with him, his understanding of the way of magic is completely different."

After all, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I know that the way of the devil is heresy. Compared with the right way, the way of the side is like the sun and the moon, light and shadow, reflecting each other, and they are all indispensable. , insane and charming heart, it is okay to survive, but it must not lead Taoism.... However, Jiuzhideng doesn't think so. I am against his mind, and if I don't speculate, I can only come here to find and do it. I hope he can listen Once you listen to what you say, you can do it..."

Meng Chongguang was impatient and interrupted him: "Did you call 'Xingzhi'?"

He stood up: "Senior brother will not persuade. I will not allow senior brother to get involved in the matter of the four sects."

Thirty-four sighed: "... Whatever. But you should understand Xingzhi's temperament better than me, don't force him, otherwise..."

"It's none of your business whether you force it or not?" Meng Chongguang said forcefully, "Please."

After all, he entered the door and checked the meridians again for Xu Xingzhi.

When he came out again carrying the water bottle, Thirty-four had already left.

Looking at the empty main room, Meng Chongguang felt an unspeakable irritability in his heart.

...Damn it.

When he boiled a furnace of water, filled the kettle, and carried it back to the bedroom, the sky was getting brighter, and Xu Xingzhi had already woken up.

He was lying on the bed, his hands and feet were bound by vines, and he looked very tired.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xu Xingzhi opened his eyes, turned his eyes on Meng Chongguang's face indifferently, and looked elsewhere lazily.

Seeing the lip color as white as paper, Meng Chongguang felt a great pain in his heart: "Brother..."

Xu Xing didn't say a word.

Meng Chongguang put down the kettle, sat on the side of the bed, and softly comforted him: "Danyang Peak and Fengling Mountain are still there, and they will join forces to fight against the enemy. Why do you insist on going back?"

Xu Xingzhi closed his eyes.

Meng Chongguang touched his slightly swollen cheek, feeling even more panicked.

Senior brother has never hit him before, nor has he been so alienated from him...

Could it be... are the four gates so important to seniors?

Did he do something wrong?

Meng Chongguang stretched out his hand uneasily, trying to caress Xu Xingzhi's face: "Master..."

Xu Xingzhi turned his face to the side, avoiding his fingertips.

Meng Chongguang clenched his fists, but he finally didn't dare to get close to him by force, so he had to leave the bedroom silently.

Turning around outside the bedroom a few times, his eyes suddenly lit up, he opened his umbrella, and went out again amidst the pattering rain.

After tossing all night, the stall selling fermented glutinous rice yesterday set up a stall under the thatch.

The stall owner saw that the last customer who visited him last night had come again, so he smiled and served him a large bowl full of fragrance: "Master, is the fermented glutinous rice delicious?"

Meng Chongguang barely held up his smiling face: "My wife loves to eat."

Although I don't know if I can please my senior brother, but after all, it is better than nothing.

Meng Chongguang returned to the small courtyard, and before entering the bedroom door, he raised his voice and shouted: "Brother, I bought fermented glutinous rice again, do you want to..."

He opened the curtain, only to see that the bed where his senior brother was lying on was empty, and the vines that originally restrained him were scattered all over the bed.

Meng Chongguang's shins felt cold at the moment, and the paper bowl he was holding fell to the ground: "...Brother?"