Dressed as the villain's ex-fiancée [Transmigration Book]

Cui Xiaojiu seemed to know that he was having a dream.

At the end of the wilderness, the woman stands quietly, with a slender back, scarlet tulle blowing in the wind, cold and coquettish.The withered and yellow grass is as long as the bend of a person's knee, and the goshawks above the head can't fly away, adding a bit of desolation.

And he seemed to be standing behind the woman.

As if sensing someone coming, the woman turned around.

Her face is not very clear, black hair covers half of her face, only the beautiful outline can be vaguely seen.

She felt her almond eyes slightly curved, walked over familiarly, stood side by side with the woman, and said a name between her lips and teeth.

"Lingjun—"

……

Cui Xiaojiu struggled to open his eyelids, and saw the pale ceiling, and it took him a while to remember where he was.

The pungent smell of disinfectant poured into the nostrils, and the single ward was not noisy, and because of this, it showed a kind of tranquility that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The nurse sister came over to change the bottle, and asked curiously, "Did you have a good dream?"

what?

Cui Xiaojiu didn't realize it for a while, and looked away with some doubts.

The sister nurse said softly, "I see you are smiling all the time."

"...Am I laughing?" Her voice was hoarse and weak.

It was indeed a good dream.

The woman in the dream was a character she had liked since she was ten years old. In the dream, she stood shoulder to shoulder with that person, like an old friend who had known each other for many years.

Thinking of that crimson figure, Cui Xiaojiu's eyes burst into a small smile, but his decayed viscera was pulled, a sharp pain came, and he coughed heart-piercingly.

"Peng Peng!"

The beautiful woman on the chair next to her hurriedly stood up, her hair was always in a neat bun, and she didn't care about tidying it up.

The cold hand was carefully held, and the warmth spread from the palm to the limbs.

so hot...

Cui Xiaojiu made a hoarse and small voice: "Mom..."

"It's okay, mom is here." Cui's mother straightened her messy temple hair, and her gentle voice was like gurgling water, calming her restless heart.

"En!" Cui Xiaojiu blinked.

After waking up this time, what I saw in front of me was a little blurry, like a layer of veil.

A week ago, just after her birthday, all the organs of her body were irreversibly decaying.He was sent to the hospital urgently, and the experts consulted again and again, but the lesion could not be found.

After discussing with her family members yesterday, she was transferred back to the general ward to enjoy the last period of her life in peace.

The female nurse's eyes flashed unbearably, she changed the medicine bottle and left quietly.

At this time, there was some movement at the door. A middle-aged man wearing a wide-sleeved gown and holding a wooden hairpin stopped in front of the ward, ignoring the strange gaze of the little nurse passing by, and beckoned to Cui's mother.

Cui's mother's pupils shimmered, and she said softly to Xiaojiu, "Mom, leave for a while."

"Is it Dad?" Cui Xiaojiu held Cui's mother's hand tightly.

Cui's mother thought she was afraid, and coaxed: "Yes, it's Dad. Mom went to see what good news Dad brought back. We Pengpeng are so brave, we can stay alone for a while, right?"

Cui Xiaojiu was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Okay."

outside the ward.

Mother Cui walked to a place where she could see Cui Xiaojiu, lowered her voice, and asked eagerly, "What's the matter? Did you find a way?"

Father Cui's face was tense: "I found it, I found it... a fellow Taoist in the north is willing to lend a magic weapon to renew Peng Peng's life."

"That……"

"Just wait an hour!"

The trembling hands revealed the excitement and anxiety in Father Cui's heart.

"One hour..." Cui's mother was not happy when she heard this, she frowned slightly, and looked at her daughter on the hospital bed.

Cui Xiaojiu was tilting his head to look at the blue sky outside the window.

She was born in a modern family of comprehension, and was born with the supreme and noble fate, and because of this fate, she had to spend half of her life in bed.

There have been four people with this fate in the past. They are amazing and talented, but the one with the longest life span has not lived beyond eighteen years.

.

The fact is also the same. Cui Xiaojiu, who has this fate, has exhausted countless natural resources, even resorting to modern technology, but still failed to save her life.

Father should have brought back good news, right?

It's just...she knows her body better, and there is no time left.

Thinking intermittently, Cui Xiaojiu felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his whole body seemed to be submerged in water.

She suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

As long as she can remember, her mother's forced smile, her father's busy figure, and the world peeped through the narrow window are all of her monotonous life.

She can't get angry, can't be too happy or sad, even a gust of wind outside may make her catch a cold.She is like a fragile doll, carefully raised in a carved cage.

When she was ten years old, her cousin Pangzhi came to visit her and mysteriously took out something from her bosom.Remove the wrapped black cloth, it is a book.

The bronzing characters are almost dazzling.

At that time, she could not have imagined that this would be a turning point in her life.

"Take... the sky?" Cui Xiaojiu read out softly.

The cousin smiled and said, "It's one I like, let's open it and have a look."

Cui Xiaojiu pressed the cover with his tender and pale fingertips, hesitating a little.

Her parents never let her watch these things.

"what happened?"

Cui Xiaojiu came back to her senses, and found that her cousin had been staring at him, as if expecting.

She lowered her head in embarrassment, unable to refuse this kindness, bit her lower lip, and turned a page at will.

【"Are you still obsessed with your obsession?" Feng Beilue smiled and said righteously, "It's useless. From the moment you fell into the wrong way, attacked the holy mountain, and set off a bloody storm, you have been standing On the opposite side of destiny..."

The wind rustled by.

"Human, how can it be against the destiny?"]

Feng Bei is the protagonist of this book.

How can a person fight against the destiny?

Cui Xiaojiu recited these words silently in his heart, and suddenly felt a burst of sadness.Can't fight against the destiny, isn't that what she is talking about?

The cousin was still watching, she collected her thoughts, and then looked down.

[Ambush around the magic circle.As soon as the words fell, several beams of light shot towards the black-robed woman, more dazzling than the sky, and locked all the empty doors.

The smoke dissipated.

The woman held the sword in her left hand, but she didn't take half a step back. The black robe on her body was torn, which could no longer hide her appearance—half of her face was covered with a centipede-like scar, which looked like a ghost.

"No wonder you hide your head and hide your tail, it turns out to be a..."

Before Feng Bei finished speaking, he saw a sword flash before his eyes.

He quickly raised his knife to block.

There was a sound of "clang", before he could let out a foul breath, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest and abdomen, and he flew upside down, smashing a big hole in the mountain wall.

"Destiny? What is that?" The woman sneered, "If it really exists, you have to grind me and tease me..."

Her eyes were dark: "Then I'll turn the world upside down and take a look."

A white horse shot from the sky, blocking the woman's way.

Seeing the helper rushing over, Feng Bei heaved a sigh of relief: "I entered Taoism hundreds of years later than you. If I can't beat you today, it doesn't mean I won't be able to in the future. Just wait."

The woman said, "Really?" She was not attached, and disappeared like a ghost. 】

Cui Xiaojiu felt his head "buzzing", staring at the sentence "Turn upside down and see" over and over again.

There is a most secret place in the bottom of my heart that has been stabbed.

His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were slightly red.

She thought that she was used to a life where there was no end in sight, and she was used to being as dull as white water.But when she saw that sentence, she suddenly understood that she was still unwilling.

"Sister Xiaojiu?" The cousin looked at her worriedly.

Cui Xiaojiu pressed the corners of Yanhong's eyes, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's nothing, I'm just... so happy."

She thanked her cousin, and after her cousin left, she hid the book and read it carefully several times quietly.

She knew that the villain was called Lingjun, and that Lingjun was once the proud son of heaven, but he was repeatedly teased by fate.

She understands what it means to let my fate be my own - not "competing for fate" like the male protagonist, seizing the favor of luck and heaven, but like Lingjun, no matter how the wind blows, I will stand still, and I will not move in the future Come back and step on your fate.

Cui Xiaojiu looked at his thin and pale palms, and thought to himself: Maybe I can't fight against the sky in my life, but I must have the courage and action to fight against it.

So she did something she had never dared to think of before—convincing her mother.

The process was neither difficult nor easy, but in the end she made her mother understand herself.Her mother gave her the opportunity to read the books in the family, so that she could learn some knowledge by herself.

She chose alchemy and pharmacology.At first she just wanted to make a living for herself, but after she really learned it, she found that she fell in love with alchemy—from which she glimpsed a wider world.

It turns out that those very common elixir have great effects when used well. Poisonous weeds can kill people, but they can also save people.

In the end, although she did not find a cure for herself, she used what she had learned to develop other prescriptions and helped some people.This life has not been in vain.

And all of this was brought to her by Ling Jun.

Someone is calling urgently in the ear, but it seems to be far away, separated by a layer of membrane.

She thought in a daze, the sky is so blue today... I don't know what the wider sky outside is like?

"Peng Peng!"

This nickname brought back some of her sanity, and her consciousness turned with difficulty. She suddenly understood what was about to happen, and looked in the direction of the door with blank eyes, trying to pull out a smile.

When this moment really came, apart from reluctance, she was still a little relieved.

In the future, her parents won't be dragged down by her anymore, they don't have to run around all the time, and they don't have to be ridiculed by the other four sects anymore.

……

【Want to live?Want to have a healthy body?I give you a chance. 】

On the pitch-black dome, crimson veins spread all over it, converging into eight ferocious dragon heads, with angry eyes wide open, lifelike.

Cui Xiaojiu opened his eyes, facing one of them.

what?

She was startled, subconsciously took a few steps back, and a thin and weak voice beside her said, "Pavilion Master..."

Blindly looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Xueyu's lovely boy holding a sharp sword in his hand, with his head bowed tremblingly.

In addition to the boy, there are many maids around, and they all have a low-browed and pleasing appearance.

Turning her mind hard, she remembered the words she had vaguely heard before.

Could it be that it wasn't a hallucination or a strange noise, and that she really had a chance to survive?

Just wondering, suddenly, strange memories rushed into my mind.She trembled in pain, another person's life spread out before her eyes like a scroll.

She is a noble descendant of the immortal descendant, and also a poor wretch who can't help herself. She is afraid, she uses it, she uses it unscrupulously, and she betrays her promise... Now she just wants to erase that disgraceful past, and the best way is to get rid of it The person involved was the woman who had saved her from fire and water and was forever shining.

After a long time, Cui Xiaojiu put down his hand holding his forehead, his eyes fell not far in front of him, and there was a roar in his head.

A huge round platform, with magma rushing in all directions.

Several chains protruded from the magma and were tied to a woman, and two more chains hung from the top, piercing the lute bone.It just looks like it hurts.

This person is Ling Jun.

Cui Xiaojiu stared blankly.

……

Yinhe is an ordinary disciple of the Dan Pavilion in the Holy Mountain.

In name, he is regarded as the apprentice of Cui Jiu, the master of Dan Pavilion, but he knows in his heart that he is actually just a handyman for his orders.

Today, Pavilion Master Cui went to the underground lava prison again.

In the damp and dark tunnel, a group of people walked down the stairs, Yinhe walked behind Cui Jiu with his short legs, with his head down, looking trembling.

He knew that Cui Jiu liked his appearance the most.

Tunnel static

It was so terrifying that it made people breathless, and Yinhe couldn't help running to relieve the pressure.

I heard that the person imprisoned in this prison was also a big man who called the wind and rain, and had a marriage contract with Pavilion Master Cui, and he was short of a Taoist seal before becoming a Taoist couple.

It's just that it doesn't seem to be the same as the rumors. Pavilion Master Cui treats this person not like a lover, but like an enemy—every time Yinhe thinks of Cui Jiu's various methods, he can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

I don't know what Pavilion Master Cui wants to do today?

This juncture has arrived.

The huge stone gate blocked the way, Cui Jiu focused his attention and formed a seal, raised his hand to wipe it, and a fiery curse mark appeared on the door, the stone gate opened wide to both sides, and hot air rushed towards his face.

Above the torrent of magma, the narrow rock bridge leads to the round platform. A woman is kneeling there quietly. She is wearing a white plain dress. The bright red blood on it is like winter plums in snow, and her black hair is like water. , looking from afar, it doesn't look like a prisoner, but rather like a spirit that stops here unintentionally.

When you get closer, you will find a hideous scar on the woman's face. The red bump spans most of her face, which is terrifying.

It was undoubtedly Cui Jiu's masterpiece.

Yinhe lowered his eyes.

Today, Cui Ge was more irritable, and after whipping her for a while, she seemed to suddenly think of something interesting, she giggled, stepped on that person's hand, and crushed her hard.

"You said... can I trample it off? In this way, you won't be able to use a sword for the rest of your life."

"Ah, that's not right, 'those people' will execute you sooner or later, what else is there for a lifetime? Hahahaha!"

"Come on that day, come on... Only when you die can I feel at ease!"

After venting, Cui Jiu seemed to be in a better mood, and shouted: "What are you doing standing there? Give me the sword! I'm going to break her tendons!"

Yinhe didn't dare to refute, and stood numb with his sword.

Quiet, very quiet.

The time for half a column of incense has passed.

He stood there for a while, but he didn't wait for Cui Jiu to take the sword, so he couldn't help but look up.

Cui Jiu pinched his forehead, his face was full of pain, his lips were biting tightly, and his lips looked a little pale.

Yinhe thought that Cui Jiu's headache had happened again, so he couldn't help but tremble - every time in the past, Cui Jiu was full of violence and had nowhere to go, so he would take it out on them Taoist maids.

He waited tremblingly, but when Cui Jiu regained consciousness, the ghost-like woman in his eyes ignored him, glanced at him indifferently, and passed him directly, leaving a piece of tumbling clothes in his field of vision .

So he became bolder and raised his head to peek carefully.

——The moody pavilion master, the surly lunatic, actually squatted down and carefully held the prisoner's hand.