The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Mo Wusheng did not speak, and stood silently at the bottom of the canyon, looking up at the direction of Zhang Kuang, with a gloomy expression.

"...Are you afraid, kid?!"

To be honest, Zhang Kuang really didn't know what to do in his heart, he just had to bite the bullet to expose himself.

She had secretly probed the opponent's cultivation level before, but her level had dropped too much, and she couldn't find out the depth of silence. If she really wanted to fight, she might not be able to last long.

The black boots sank lightly into the snow, there was a slight clustering sound, and he raised his voice wildly, shouting: "It's just a defeat, if you have the ability-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a mighty spiritual arc suddenly struck, just passing her cheek, cutting off a few strands of long black hair.

Fortunately, Zhang Kuang moved quickly and dodged quickly after seeing the spirit blade, otherwise his neck would have been chopped off by Mo Wusheng.

Zhang Kuang's heart skipped a beat, he quickly turned his head, protected the two people behind him and took a few steps back, and anxiously said in a suppressed voice: "You guys stay away!"

She took out a set of brocade and white robes from the pendant, stretched them out, and covered Xia Zhitao in it, covering her tightly.

The temperature in the Fengxue Mountains is extremely low, the cold wind is raging, and the snow is blowing heavily. The cold air seems to be immersed in the bones, from the toes to the cheeks.

Zhang Kuang was shivering from the cold, his ears were red with fingertips, he was still stubbornly holding Xia Zhitao's hands, his five fingers were trembling slightly due to the cold, and he repeatedly warned, "Hide well, I'll deal with him."

"You must be careful," Xia Zhitao shook her hand, put the other's cold fingertips into his palm, and let some fire energy pass, "Everything will go according to plan."

Zhang Kuang nodded, her figure collapsed immediately, the flowers fell towards the canyon, and in the middle of the way, she condensed into a human form, and greeted Mo Wusheng.

"Bangdang-"

The two Ling Ling swords collided, and there was a buzzing sound for a while, and spiritual energy overflowed, enveloping the two of them like stars.

Zhang Kuang was suppressed several times in terms of realm, but he still refused to give up even a single step.She frowned slightly, and said with a sneer, "Yo, is this level?!"

Mo Wusheng withdrew his momentum without leaving any room for Zhang Kuang, and the second sword had already slashed towards Zhang Kuang's neck, as if carrying layers of murderous intent and overwhelming anger.

Zhang Kuang took it with great difficulty, the tiger's mouth was in pain from the shock, and the spiritual vein that had just been repaired couldn't hold it anymore, and blood gushed into his throat.

This bastard thing!Zhang Kuang gritted his teeth, his figure flashed backwards, and Mo Mo silently slashed forward, suddenly a darkness came in front of him.

Jianfeng was caught off guard, and with a soft "呲啦", he sank into the soft cloth, cut the lacquer-ink robe in two, and fell into the snow.

Mo Wusheng raised his head abruptly, only to see that just now Zhang Kuang took off his robe and threw it at him, and in this dazzling time, the other party had already fled away, and had already run away a long distance.

Among the glaring white snow, the little dot of lacquer ink was particularly obvious, and it had already moved hundreds of meters away, almost invisible.

Mo Wusheng had a murderous intent for no reason, with a sense of anger turning from embarrassment like being teased.He tightly clenched the long sword in his hand, snow foam fell from his white boots, and he chased after him in an instant.

Zhang Kuang ran towards the destination, but regretted while running, what was he thinking just now, he shouldn't have just thrown away the robe.

The result is good, and now you have to eat your own fruit.

Her speed itself was extremely fast, and at this moment, she was thrown into her arms by the cold wind, clusters of snowflakes poured into her collar, making her shiver from the cold, and even holding back for a while with her spiritual energy running.

Mo Wusheng deserves to be No. 1 in the Immortal Dao. After retreating and practicing, his realm is even several percent higher than before.

In just a few breaths, he was already approaching Zhang Kuang, the long sword was filled with spiritual energy, and he slashed towards her.

Without looking back, Zhang Kuang quickly dodged his figure and rolled into the snow. His long black hair was covered with fine white snowflakes, as if he was wearing a white gauze.

The huge ice wall blocked all routes, and the only exit was blocked by Mo Wusheng. Zhang Kuang was at the end of his rope and had no way out.

In Mo Wusheng's eyes, Zhang Kuang feared that he was in a panic when he fled, and he might have strayed into a dead end.He struck one after another without showing any mercy, and said sharply: "The leader of the demon sect, you can arrest him without letting go!"

In this extremely dangerous and desperate situation, Zhang Kuang suddenly laughed "puchi". She turned her head slightly, her long hair fell down her shoulders, and she smiled faintly: "Oh?"

"I'd like to see," Zhang Kuang said leisurely, "who should be arrested without a fight."

Zhang Kuang's expression was too calm, it didn't seem like ordinary people's panic at all.Mo Wusheng suddenly paused, suddenly aware of something.

——Damn it, fell for it!

It stands to reason that with an indifferent cultivation base, one should see all directions and listen to all directions, so as not to be aware of the strangeness in this valley.

But madness appeared.She was like a lingering nightmare, she first disturbed the ranking of the anti-path, and after wantonly trampling on herself as the proud child of heaven, she swaggered away.

Even after being imprisoned by Yashan, his muscles, bones and spirit veins were crippled, he was rescued by others and recovered a little bit of his previous state.

Mo Wusheng cultivated the way of ruthlessness. He has been cold-hearted and wantless for hundreds of years, but he made an exception again and again because of his arrogance. He clenched his long sword tightly, and a very strong...anger welled up in his heart.

And all of this is due to arrogance!

Crazy, this person is like a stubborn "variable", a terrifying variable that should not exist in this world, breaks the rules of heaven and disrupts the order.

The monstrous anger surged, and Mo Wusheng's spiritual energy soared, shaking the ice wall, and cracks spread like spider webs.

"Go to hell!" His eyes were red, and he slashed towards Zhang Kuang with his long sword. Unexpectedly, the blade of the sword smoothly sank into Zhang Kuang's heart, and the aura spread, tearing her spiritual root instantly.

Zhang Kuang's body froze, his complexion gradually turned pale, his pupils dimmed, and blood gushed out and sprinkled on the snow.

Mo Wusheng held the hilt of the sword, stabbing it down fiercely, one sword after another, his body was trembling, his face was covered with blood, and he roared almost madly:

"Die, go die!!"

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Zhang Kuang poked out half of his head curiously, looked up twice, reached out and patted Qin Lin on the shoulder, and said approvingly, "Not bad."

The ice wall formed a huge ring, which looked like a dark cage, imprisoning everyone in it.

And right in the center of this cage, Mo Wusheng lay on his back among the ice stones, his eyes closed, his five fingers tightly twisted, his knuckles turned white from the force.

From the first step he took here, he had already fallen into the white crane illusion, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

"That's right, don't look at who created the illusion," Qin Lin said triumphantly, "So what about Immortal No. 1, it's not because I was trapped to death."

Zhang Kuang praised: "Not bad, very powerful."

"Fortunately, the distance is not far away, and the formation took effect immediately." Xia Zhitao sighed long and relieved, with her fingers covering her chest, her heart still beating violently.

She closed her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued: "Just now he slashed me with a knife, I really... It's okay, Xiao Kuang, as long as you're okay."

Zhang Kuang didn't care about being silent anymore, she ran over with small steps, wrapped her arms around Xia Zhitao, and hugged him in her arms.

Xia Zhitao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you?"

"Isn't there Zhitao you here? Everything is in the plan, how can something happen to me." Zhang Kuang hugged her a little tighter, with his cheek against her long hair, his voice couldn't hide the joy, "You are too powerful .”

Madness is always like this.Disdainful of hypocrisy and submissiveness, never concealing his emotions, straightforward and clean, pure and passionate...

How can people not be moved.

The sound seemed to be quenched with sparks, rushing into the ears violently, and just calmed down a little heart, at this time it jumped up again, ringing in the ears again and again.

Xia Zhitao's cheeks were flushed, and she always felt that Qin Lin had been staring at this side meaningfully, which made her feel like a light on her back, and she was under a lot of pressure.

She bit her lower lip, and lightly pushed Zhang Kuang: "Okay, let's go back."

Xia Zhitao didn't look behind her, and accidentally pushed her five fingers to the collarbone, and stopped shivering, startled by the opponent's situation.

The skin under the fingers is delicate and soft, but there is a biting chill, as if touching ice, the coldness rushes in along the fingertips one by one.

Xia Zhitao hurriedly turned her head, only to realize that Zhang Kuang was still dressed in thin black clothes, his cheeks were scratched by the cold wind with several light white marks, and his eyes were watery red.

This silly boy, it was fine when he was avoiding Mo Wusheng before, how did he know how to stare at the excitement after he was out of danger?

It's freezing cold, and it's snowing heavily. I don't know what to grab from the pendant and wrap it around my body to keep warm.

"Little mad, what are you doing?"

Xia Zhitao was dizzy with anger, and shouted fiercely: "Aren't you cold!"

"It's cold, it's really cold." Zhang Kuang confessed, his smile became brighter and his eyes were red, "But I'm so happy."

"You fool!"

Xia Zhitao became angry, and pushed Zhang Kuang away forcefully, and covered her body with the white brocade robe involuntarily.

She raised her hand to help Zhang Kuang tie his clothes, and after confirming that he was completely wrapped up, she said angrily, "Let's go, get out of here quickly."

Zhang Kuang blinked and nodded obediently.

Xia Zhitao had been wearing the white robe before, and there was still some warmth left, Zhang Kuang tightened the white robe, and his ears turned red again.

Seeing that Xia Zhitao had already walked a few steps angrily, Zhang Kuang hurriedly followed her, and secretly reached out his hand, wanting to hold Xia Zhitao.

Xia Zhitao let her lead her, and squeezed her five fingers closer, but she was so arrogant that she squeezed an inch further, and called her in a low voice: "Zhitao."

Before Xia Zhitao responded, Zhang Kuang pursed his lips, as if he felt something was wrong, and changed his words: "Little Taozi, Taotao."

She seemed very satisfied with this title, she nodded slightly, and shouted again:

"...Peach."

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As a result of being brave, among the three people who went to Fengxue Mountain Range, only Zhang Kuang caught wind and cold.

Since the night she came back, she had been paralyzed on the bed, her whole body was feverish and confused, her body was hot and cold, pitiful.

Zhang Kuang hid it so well that the other two didn't notice her, but it was discovered by accident when Master Xuanxu came over.

He was so angry that he wanted to scold Zhang Kuang head-on and face-to-face, but when he saw the other party's appearance, he couldn't bear it immediately, so he had to "take the next best thing" and beat up the soul boy severely.

As the leader of the Demon Cult, it is too embarrassing to be infected with the cold.Zhang Kuang originally wanted to hide Xia Zhitao, but after Master Xuanxu beat up the soul boy, he brought Xia Zhitao over in the next second.

"What's going on, why didn't you tell me?"

Xia Zhitao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the other party's weak appearance, her heart ached to death.

She stretched out her hand to touch Zhang Kuang's forehead, and there was a hot spot under her fingertips, as if it was on fire, Xia Zhitao panicked in fright: "Why is it so hot?"

"The root cause of the illness of ordinary, ordinary people," Zhang Kuang trembled, unable to speak clearly, "Originally, the aura is enough, and if you don't get cold, then, it will be fine, who knows..."

Xia Zhitao stopped moving, looked a little dazed, and suddenly recalled a few words from Qi Zidong's memory.

[After the country was broken, Mu Jin's daughter disappeared in the heavy snow, leaving no bones left. 】

She sighed lightly, raised her hand to cover Zhang Kuang's face, her voice was much softer, as if coaxing a child: "I'll bring you a bowl of ginger soup, and take a good rest after drinking."

Zhang Kuang nodded, then shook his head suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you tell me to cook black chicken soup for me?"

Xia Zhitao: "..."

She let out a "puchi" laugh, lightly pinched the other person's cheek, and said angrily and amusedly: "Are you still thinking about that?"

"We'll talk about it after the black-bone chicken soup," Xia Zhitao explained, "If you're wind-cold, drink ginger soup to warm your body."

Zhang Kuang said in a daze, Xia Zhitao helped her tuck up the quilt, got up and brought over the ginger soup she had already made.

The ginger soup was steaming, Zhang Kuang was so moved that his eyes were watery, he reached out to take the ginger soup, and scooped up some with a spoon.

As a result, before the spoon was even close to her lips, her body trembled suddenly, her fingers lost strength for a moment, the spoon slammed on the porcelain bowl, and the ginger soup splashed everywhere.

"Little maniac!" Xia Zhitao hurried over to help, "Are you all right, did you get burned?!"

Zhang Kuang lowered his head, unable to see her expression, and shook slightly.

Xia Zhitao brought the ginger soup to the table for the time being, helped to wipe Yuze, and was thinking about whether to bring some ice cubes, when Zhang Kuang suddenly spoke.

"Sorry," she said dejectedly, "I'm so clueless..."

Xia Zhitao knew what she was going to say, raised her finger to cover her lips, and said seriously: "I don't like to hear those three words, and you are not allowed to say that about yourself."

"The government of the human world has its ups and downs. The matter of the Hibiscus Immortal Venerable is not your fault. It is not your fault that Shura Dao suddenly found my village."

Xia Zhitao stirred the ginger soup, and the spoon hit the porcelain bowl, making a clanging sound.

"And later on, the barrier was forcibly opened, and ancient beasts broke into the demon forest. In order to protect the master, you will not be hurt by that bastard Mo Wusheng."

Xia Zhitao said softly: "Because of emotion and reason, you should hate him. Why do you think it's your problem?"

Zhang Kuang defended in a low voice: "Who says I don't hate them anymore, when I recover, I will immediately knock down Yashan and let you play."

Xia Zhitao glanced at her and didn't continue talking. She reached out to pick up the ginger soup and calmly changed the subject: "Come, I'll feed you." Come, I'll feed you. "

Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment, then shrank back subconsciously, and said, "No need, I can—"

Xia Zhitao retorted: "You can't even hold it steady, you just spilled ginger soup, why don't I feed you?"

She leaned halfway on the bed rail, sat a little closer, scooped up a small spoon, and handed it to the other's lips.Xia Zhitao frowned, and softly coaxed: "Come."

Zhang Kuang still wanted to decline, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine with the unexpected situation just now, Zhitao, just let me come by myself."

"Why, you hate me for using a spoon, are you not satisfied?" Xia Zhitao smiled, and said unhurriedly, "How about I hold it in your mouth and put it in your mouth?"