[Transmigration Book] The main character is always scaring me

The early morning wind still carried a faint chill. They raised Bai Meng's black hair coldly, exposing the coldness on his face. The black eyes corresponded to the abyss ahead, and the darkness melted into his eyes. middle.

The abyss is still as dark as before. In this lifeless place, the colors of all the plants are dull after blood thirst, without any vitality.

"Remember you promised me..." Feng Qingxuan stared at Bai Meng intently, but the latter looked like a heartless scumbag and kept his eyes down.

But Feng Qingxuan had no choice.If a person does something wrong, he must pay the price, but if the person concerned is unwilling to pay, then another person needs to replace it. This is the truth that every child understands.

Feng Suiling was ruthlessly pressed to the ground by Bai Meng. He could only watch Feng Qingxuan step by step towards the abyss. When the two rubbed shoulders, Feng Qingxuan gave him a complicated look. At this time, he looked unapproachable, his thin lips were pressed tightly by him, and his whole body exuded the alienation that strangers should not get close to.

That was something he never knew, had never seen the way they were in love for several years, he had never seen through, never understood, he only remembered the beating of his heart back then, which made him fall into a dream, become obsessed, and never wake up again .

Obsessed with the word love, and eventually killed by it.

"Didn't you ask me what I wanted to say at that time..." Feng Qingxuan walked away step by step, her voice became more and more ethereal, the wind brought a drop of tears from before, and it rolled and fell on Feng Suiling's side face, taking advantage of the man Slightly startled, he quietly disappeared into the world.

"At that time, I thought about proposing to you..."

The flames enveloped Feng Qingxuan, and Feng Qingxuan's expression was blurred in the dazzling flames, but Feng Suiling knew that he was crying, but he couldn't move, his mind was in chaos, and he could only watch the burning Phoenix Falling into the darkness, the entire abyss was also brightened for a moment, but a mark was drawn on his heart, and he shivered in pain.

"Do you feel bad?"

The young man's sneering voice rang in his ears, Feng Suiling looked at him coldly, but saw the young man showed a big and satisfied smile, he said, crying, it's so ugly.

Cried……?

Feng Suiling just wanted to refute with cold words, the boy's huge and strange black sword was chopped down with a sharp wind, he felt the pain of the blade entering the flesh and blood, but his mind was extremely clear, and he remembered that the man had once He cried and asked, Ling'er, what should I do...

"Promise?" Bai Meng's lips curled slightly to wipe off the blood on the Xuantie sword, but his eyes were cold, without any smile: "I only promised not to let anyone go, as for the others, I'm really sorry Nah."

"I want to let him die slowly, and no one is allowed to save him." Bai Meng glanced at Feng Suiling who was lying on the ground. There was a deep bloodstain on his fair neck, and red liquid kept flowing from inside. When it seeped out, some drops fell on the ground, forming a small pool of water, and some accidentally flowed into the trachea, causing a chaotic choking cough from time to time.

He could only wait in such pain, watching himself die step by step.

"Now, I'm going to pick him up."

After dealing with this, Bai Meng's mood seemed to be much better. He ignored everyone's advice and insisted on going down, but Mo Lei and others tried their best to stop him, and they refused to accept it. When the two sides were at a stalemate, Mo Jiu, who was silent all the way, Ge stood up at this moment: "Bai Meng, let me go with you."

Bai Meng's obsidian-like eyes stared at him for a while, and the emotions inside were dark and unclear. Finally, he raised a happy smile, as if he was happy to have someone to accompany him on the road, he said,

"Okay, Mo Jiuge."

A group of people immediately exploded the pot.

"You're crazy!" "Why do you have to mess around with the captain, even the deputy team leader!" "Little captain!!!..."

"Little Captain..." Mo Lei looked at the persistent young man with a complex expression, but the latter only gave a comforting smile. When he smiled, his brows and eyes widened, as if he hadn't experienced grief, without a trace of gloom. haze.

"I just want to bring him back, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I will go. Because he will definitely wait for me, and I can't live up to this waiting. Besides..."

The young man's eyebrows were curved, and his smile was like a beautiful picture scroll: "I am the captain of the Silver Dust Palace. As my honor bears witness, I will bring the Palace Master back."