When the villain picks up the script

In a trance, I heard the piercing siren of the system:

"Dick--

Xiao Jing, the protagonist of "The Legend of the Supreme God", has been blackened, with 70% blackening value, 70% favorability, and intimacy...

Host luck value 0

Danger!Danger!

The dark version of "The Legend of the Gods" opens...

Please pay attention to the physical and mental health of the host, please pay attention to the physical and mental health of the host..."

"Wait, the dark version won't be activated until the favorability drops below 50%. What's going on now, and why has Xiao Jing been blackened to 70% and hasn't been reminded?"

In a daze, Wen Qinglan did not forget to ask repeatedly with difficulty.

Just listen to the system sneering and saying: "Who told you not to take others seriously and just kill the heroine casually? The system has already noticed that Xiao Jing's data is not right, but you don't want to talk to the system. There is nothing to say about this system, and in this situation, let’s not talk about anyone.”

Wen Qinglan: "..."

It feels like there is really nothing to say about the system.

Abandoning the communication with the system, Wen Qinglan vaguely saw Xiao Jingchong smiling slightly to himself, that smile was like a poppy blooming in the dark night, coquettish and dangerous, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke softly, but at this moment Wen Qinglan Without the energy to hear clearly, he fell directly into the deep darkness.

"Xiaojing, where's your master? How come you haven't seen him come forward for such a big matter as Daozong's new peak master selection?"

As usual, the affairs of the various peaks were all decided by Jingping Peak. Yue Yuan handed over some matters of Jingxin Peak to Jingping Peak. Thinking that he hadn't seen Wen Qinglan for several days, and Xiao Jing, a junior, ruled all matters of Daozong, he couldn't help but Somewhat strange.

During this period of time, it was not only Yue Yuan who was also strange, but also the other peak masters of the Taoist sect, but Wen Qinglan's residual prestige was still there, and everyone dared not talk nonsense, and could only guess silently in their hearts.

In view of the good relationship between Yue Yuan and Wen Qinglan, Yue Yuan asked.

There was no flaw in Xiao Jing's expression, and he said politely and politely just like he was a young disciple of Jingping Peak before, "Master said he had some insights after repeated battles, so he went back to retreat. The affairs during this period are temporarily left to the disciples." Handle it, if there is anything wrong with the disciple, Master Yue please speak up."

"Ah, nothing, Xiaojing, you did a good job, which exceeded our expectations." When Xiao Jing said this, Yue Yuan felt a little embarrassed. Suspicious.

Thinking about it this way, the strangeness in Yue Yuan's heart dissipated, and he smiled at Xiao Jing, "I'm leaving, Xiao Jing, if you need any help, just ask Feng Qing to tell me, your brothers are about the same age , you can play more if you have nothing to do."

"Thank you uncle for your concern." Xiao Jing sent Yue Yuan away, and went directly to the bedroom where Wen Qinglan lived, but before he could reach the bedroom, he was stopped by a long sword wrapped in demon energy.

The long sword came fiercely, it had the tendency to split Xiao Jing's sword in half, the fierce and domineering meaning in it was exactly the same as that of someone.

Xiao Jing dodged to avoid the long sword, the red light in his palm flashed away, and he knocked the black sword to one side.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in Xiao Jing's eyes, but there was still a hypocritical smile on the corner of his mouth: "I don't know what you mean, senior brother?"

Wen Yuan appeared from the shadow of the pillars in the corridor. He stared at Xiao Jing with deep eyes, and hissed, "Xiao Jing, your words can fool Master Yue but not me. I want to see Master."

But Xiao Jing laughed: "Senior brother, what do you mean, I don't understand, how can I stop my brother from doing anything, you just go and see him if you want, but I don't know if Master is willing to see me or not."

Wen Yuan glanced at Xiao Jing suspiciously, and finally said in a deep voice, "Take me to see Master."

Xiao Jing was not in a hurry, and took Wen Yuan to the depths of the Jingping Peak Hall, which was connected to a cave in a mountain peak. Xiao Jing said: "Master is retreating here. Senior brother can ask himself. I don't have a senior brother." With so much free time, there are still many chores to deal with in the sect, so I won't accompany senior brother."

However, Wen Yuan walked straight towards the cave, ignoring Xiao Jing.

Seeing this, Xiao Jing was not angry, but said goodbye to Wen Yuan, and turned back to the hall.

After returning to the main hall of Jingping Peak, Xiao Jing did not wander around. Instead, he went to the hall to sort out the jade dishes, and dealt with some simple things before going back to his room to rest.

It wasn't until he sat on the futon and meditated with his eyes closed that something slipped away from the shadowy corner of the room.

Xiao Jing opened his eyes with a whimper, and showed a sneer at the shadow. Then he clasped his fingers lightly, a stream of light slid past his fingertips, and the ground under Xiao Jing's feet revealed circle after circle of complex circle patterns. , and then a staircase composed of light and shadow slowly emerged. Xiao Jing stepped down the steps slowly, and the ground above his head was slowly closed, and there was no trace of strangeness from the outside. He created a space and imprisoned Master in the very center of the underground magic circle.

The basement was empty, and the surrounding ground was covered with a blue luster like water waves. Only in the center was a raised round gossip table, which was engraved with dense gossip runes. A man in a veiled white robe crossed his legs Sitting on the gossip table, it seems to be resting with eyes closed.

The man's black hair was disheveled, his face was handsome and cold, his aloof and majestic aura made him like an inviolable nine-day god.

A beam of soft light came down from above, enveloping the man in the beam of light, making him look even more noble, and it was Wen Qinglan who had been missing for many days.

If anyone is confused by this beautiful scenery and walks over, they really don't know how to live or die. The orchid ripples and the beam of light in this place will instantly become hideous weapons that kill people, tearing people into pieces in the future, only here Only the owner can come and go freely without hindrance.

Xiao Jing looked at the master on the gossip stage, with a complicated expression on his face. The meekness of those who were subdued and lowly was long gone, and only deep darkness and gloom remained on his face.

However, this darkness and gloom suits him even more, making his handsome face have a seductive evil spirit, like poppies blooming in the dark night, seductive and charming, but quietly killing people.

It's just that Wen Qinglan on the gossip stage turned a blind eye to this beautiful scenery. It can be said that he didn't open his eyes from the beginning to the end.

Xiao Jing's expression became more and more gloomy, he sneered and moved his fingers, the beam of light instantly became solid, the man on the gossip stage was pulled up by an invisible force, the golden rune chains climbed like vines, along the The man's waist and legs were wrapped around his hands, his wrists were tightened, and his whole body was hung on the beam of light.

The god who was originally high above the nine heavens was instantly in a state of distress, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were crooked, his cold and majestic face turned pale, showing a trace of weakness, which made Xiao Jing feel a sense of blasphemy.

After being tormented all this time, Wen Qinglan finally raised his eyes to look at this little disciple who gave him a great surprise.

He frowned deeply, and looked Xiao Jing up and down.

At this point, Wen Qinglan can only say that he was careless, and was bitten back by the little wolf cub if he didn't know people clearly.

It can only be said that Xiao Jing is worthy of being the chosen child of destiny. He really is so cunning and ambitious that he can let himself drink that cup of tea with ingredients inadvertently, so that his soul is sealed and his cultivation level drops. He was too complacent to discover Xiao Jing's little wolf cub's thoughts in time, so he was plotted against.

But now that Xiao Jing has succeeded in plotting, why didn't he just kill himself, instead imprisoned himself here for what?

Could it be that those who served in the past felt humiliated, so they wanted to humiliate themselves in turn to vent their anger?

Sure enough, I saw Xiao Jing stepping forward slowly, walked in front of him, looked up and down, with an indescribably strange expression on his face, and heard him repeatedly saying: "Master, Master, Master , Disciple really couldn’t imagine this scene in his dreams.”

Wen Qinglan's brows frowned even deeper. Could it be that Xiao Jing's scheme succeeded, and he was so happy that he was crazy, and he didn't know what method he would use to torture himself later.

However, the expression on Wen Qinglan's face was still indifferent, and there was not a single wave to be seen.

Xiao Jing naturally noticed it too, he sneered, moved his fingers, and the golden chain pulled upwards, pulling Wen Qinglan's whole body straighter, and he could barely touch the ground with his toes.

Now his soul has been sealed, his cultivation base has dropped, and his body has become like a mortal, very sensitive to aches and pains.

This will only rely on the wrist to support, and suddenly feel the limbs ache, and the forehead will be densely packed with cold sweat.

However, Xiao Jing raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead very gently. The smooth movement was the same as that of his disciples before, but his eyes suppressed an extremely terrifying dark madness, and even faintly flickered frighteningly. The scarlet.

He heard Xiao Jing sticking to his ear and whispering: "Master, how does it feel to be betrayed by someone you trust around you? Can you feel a ten-thousandth of the pain that a disciple suffered back then?"

what?

Wen Qinglan was so surprised that his eyes widened involuntarily.

It never occurred to him that the matter did not develop in the way he expected the plot to succeed and vent his personal anger, but turned into a complaint.

Obviously Xiao Jing is the perpetrator, and he is the victim.

What did Xiao Jing mean by what Xiao Jing said?

However, Wen Qinglan was not stupid after all, as he was thinking about it, he thought of an impossible possibility.

But he said calmly and coldly: "Now that you have succeeded in your conspiracy, you have become king and defeated. I have nothing to say. If you want to kill, kill it. What are you talking about?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing gripped his shoulder and laughed crazily, even tears from the corners of his eyes.

Xiao Jing's fingers were so hard that Wen Qinglan even felt that his shoulder blades were broken by the other party, and the fingertips of those five long fingers were deeply sunken in the flesh, his face twisted in pain, and cold sweat flowed from his temples.

Xiao Jing buried his cheek on his shoulder, and a muffled voice came from his shoulder and neck, suppressing a strong madness in his voice: "Master, I hate you, I hate you!"