[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

The seventh body.

When Jiang Wuya and Xue Zizhuang rushed there, many people had already gathered in the courtyard.

In fact, the crowd basically gathered at the door, but they seemed to be scruples about something, and most of them didn't step into the house. All of them had inexplicable strange expressions on their faces, as if they had seen something strange before.

"Excuse me...excuse me..." Jiang Wuya squirmed in the crowd for a while with difficulty, and finally lowered his head, realizing that instead of moving forward, he took two steps back.

Jiang Wuya: "..."

He was thinking of a solution speechlessly, but found that the crowd in front of him had opened a way. When he looked up, he saw the bearded swordsman who was walking behind him. Let alone a way out, not to mention that when those young heroes turned their heads and saw this very "fierce" looking lord leader, they voluntarily left their way out without resisting at all.

Jiang Wuya was stunned, and he began to reflect on himself against Leader Xue's puzzled gaze: Could it be because his image to the outside world is too amiable?

Leader Xue shifted his gaze, and realized that he had put his arm on the man's shoulder too easily just now, and now the two of them are in a hug...it's really indecent...Mr. The boy's face, which was thinner than paper, flushed red.The man stayed between his arms, as if he could be completely imprisoned in his arms with his arms, and he seemed to be able to rest his chin on top of his head when he lowered his head, smelling the fragrance on the black hair.

The poor and innocent leader Xue was so shocked by the picture he made up in his head, his whole body turned into a cooked red shrimp, and he was almost curled up.

The "culprit" has no such self-awareness at all.

To be honest, it's not that Jiang Wuya is insane, it's that he only knows that women and ordinary women will be attracted by his own charm - this is only natural, who made him so magnificent and unparalleled in the world, right?However, I didn't expect that the "masculine" guy next to him also developed a heart of love. Maybe Jiang Wuya also had some affection for this guy deep in his heart, but it's too early to think about it. In 80, it can only be said that he has not yet opened up the two lines of Ren and Du in this regard.

Under the support of Xue Zhuangzhuang's strong figure, Jiang Wuya finally managed to enter the house.

Compared to the crowd of people outside the house, the house was quite empty.

Jiang Wuya felt a tense atmosphere for no reason.

He stepped into the room first, and before he took a firm step, he saw traces on the door frame, which looked like sword marks... Before he finished looking at it, his hair stood on end, and he felt a terrible chill The murderous intent came straight from the room to the unsuspecting him, it was too fast!It almost made him unable to dodge and die here!

In the blink of an eye, someone pulled Jiang Wuya's back, and he leaned back as if he had bent his waist. The sword energy that was aimed at his throat brushed past him, and hit the door frame, leaving a bruise on it. Very deep traces were left.

so close.

The handsome but fearful Jiang Wuya woke up from his strong and hot chest, his forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat.

His heart was so frightened that it was about to pop out of his throat... He could hear his own beating heartbeat in his ears, it was too scary, wouldn't he faint if he beat so fast?Thinking of this, Jiang Wuya suddenly felt that he was going to die young, and half of his body was paralyzed on his strong and safe body. After a long while, he suddenly realized something was wrong... This heartbeat doesn't seem to be his!

Jiang Wuya's eyes fell on the face of the person whose "heartbeat was so fast that he should faint", and found that the person's face was extremely calm, and he was only staring at the room, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

...Wait, killing intent?This was the first time that Jiang Wuya saw this thing on the face of Leader Xue, who looked "vicious" but was actually very good-tempered.

Probably, maybe, maybe most of it was for him... Jiang Wuya was in a delicate mood.

The atmosphere is tense and ready to explode.

Jiang Wuya patted Xue Zhuangzhuang's arm, his head was too high to reach him, and he comforted dryly, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Looking at Zhuang Zhuang's appearance, he thought he had to spend more time talking, but unexpectedly, he smoothed his hair twice, and the sense of danger that was being held by a thread slowly faded away, Jiang Wuya's body was full of goosebumps It also disappeared.

Eh... He stared at his palm several times, could there be some magical technique here that he didn't know about?

so useful?

"The one inside is Brother Qin, right?" Jiang Wuya added internal power to the sound transmission, hoping to reach that person's ears without fail, "We are Yun Qing's best friends, and Yun Qing once talked with us. Speaking of you... You guard him like this, and if you don't accept the facts, Yun Qing will not be resurrected, why don't you let us take a look at the situation in the house and see if there is any room for recovery."

……

"……What do you think of this?"

Jiang Wuya's mouth was parched, but seeing that Leader Xue didn't say a single word, it was because of the sword aura that flew over when he was probing at the beginning, with killing intent in his eyes, impulsive To the extreme, if he lets go, he will rush in and die with that person.

After all, he is still young, Jiang Wuya sighed.

He tentatively walked inside again, without looking back, he knew that Zhuang Zhuang's hand was just about to move on top of his legendary magic knife, waiting for the man to unsheath it with a wave of sword energy.

However, this time there was no movement at all in the room, and a needle could be heard clearly when it fell to the ground.

Jiang Wuya was overjoyed, and just about to move forward, he pulled him behind with one hand, and the swordsman with a big knife on his back stood in front of him.

Jiang Wuya knew that Zhuang Zhuang was afraid that the man would change his mind temporarily, so he was protecting him.

But ah... Jiang Wuya looked at himself up and down, at least it was Hua Jian who was famous all over the world in the past. Although Hua Jian's swordsmanship is beautiful, the lethality is also very powerful. He is dedicated to killing people quietly and quietly , although the mental momentum is not as good as that of this generation's younger generation, but it is still considered a treasured sword, right?

Jiang Wuya looked at the old buddy on his waist, and touched the scabbard with his fingertips.

There was no sign of a fight in the room, and it was no different from before. Everywhere was clean and tidy by the master. As soon as Jiang Wuya entered, his eyes fell on the table, and he fell into deep thought. There are two cups, scattered here and there, as if... two people sat down here not long ago, drinking tea relative to each other.

Jiang Wuya knew the truth, and turned his gaze to the seventh corpse lying on the couch.

... There is no breath, no sign of life, isn't it just a corpse?

But the difference between this corpse and the previous six is ​​that he is unprecedentedly complete.

It has not been burned by fire, the blood has not been drained, and the brain has not disappeared... It is as if lying on the couch, falling into a long dream that does not want to wake up.

The eyes were gently closed on that clear face, and the eyelashes were quietly covered under the eyes. No matter how perfect and dust-free, the face still revealed the stiffness of a dead person, as well as a disturbing bluish-white color.

His hands were folded on his stomach, his chest was calm and undulating, his face, limbs, and outline were like the most perfect jade carvings by a craftsman.

It seems that there is still that very faint fragrance of plum and a faint scent of wine in the room.

Only the person in front of the bed knew that there was no plum fragrance lingering around Ye Yunqing's body, because his vitality was indeed completely cut off.

Qin Xingshan could feel that the connection that had been weak but always existed after so many years broke with a "click" when he walked to the door, and the reason for the break came from the side of the concave one. When I came to this room, I saw that familiar person lying quietly on the couch, and he also stood quietly beside him like every time he secretly watched this person.

However, the difference is that he can clearly feel the pheromone that he subconsciously sends out to himself, telling him that this person is completely lifeless.

Even if there really is an elixir to cure the dead in the world, it is futile.

Not to mention, Qin Xingshan knew that the legendary plum painting was on the body of the person in front of him, and he had painted it over and over again in his dreams countless times.

There is no treasure map, no elixir, no cheats on it... it's just a sunken flower mark that's all.

Qin Xingshan's gaze fell firmly between the blue and white eyebrows of this person. At that moment, he seemed to be strangled by someone's throat, unable to breathe for a while, and almost suffocated.

He found that he couldn't move his feet, nor his hands.

He trembled subconsciously, he was afraid that what he reached out and touched would be a completely dead, stiff corpse.

Ye Yunqing died.

Wen Linyu is dead!

The initial scarlet in Qin Xingshan's eyes faded away, and slowly turned into blankness and emptiness, and now the dead body in front of him is the boy he saw riding a white horse with Liuyun saddle, riding a horse past the willows on a painting boat. Is it the young man in white clothes, the young man who looked at him with a sword in the yellow sand cold night, is it the young man who secretly admires him like the bright moon and clear brilliance...

Is it his concave who is crawling under him, with plum blossoms rustling behind him?

This is a lie, a fake...

Even if it's deceitful or fake, he can't accept it!

Could not accept every form of leaving from this person.

Lying there quietly like this, unable to wake up, hatred and regret appeared in Qin Xingshan's empty eyes. If he had known today, why would he care about other things, because the person deep in his heart was still at that time The moon is out of reach and he dare not take the next step, just thinking that one day he will completely belong to himself...

He should have imprisoned this person by his side long ago, not letting him leave half a step away.

It is best to be in a world that only looks at yourself, can only rely on yourself, and only yourself.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Qin Xingshan's mind became confused, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned tightly. The pale face of the man lying on the bed flashed in front of his eyes. In an instant, the picture lost its color again, shaking up and down. The figure of blood seemed to appear a strange huge container filled with blue liquid. From his perspective, he saw a hand on the container, stroking the naked and curled up human body in the container. Connecting countless black threads, the white and fragile ones seem to break if touched...

The hand that was placed outside the container was gently closed. The strange thing is that Qin Xingshan could feel the feeling in his heart, the empty loneliness similar to just now, and the terrible desire to destroy everything except this person.

It was dark in front of me.

There was a voice in my heart talking softly. At first, it was to find this person, but then it gradually changed its nature, and the voice also became darker, as if something was wrapped in a viscous substance, without leaving a single gap——

keep him forever...

The author has something to say:

Teacher Wen: (dumb) Actually, I can still save it.

I found two or three small cracks on my tongue, and I am trying to drink more hot water_(:з」∠)_

continue tomorrow~