The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Using the primordial spirit to protect those who want to protect, this kind of magic is well known in the fairy world, but few people can do it.

Just because when the protected person is harmed, the first to bear the brunt is the soul of the guardian.

The primordial spirit of the immortal is no different from the demon pill of the demon. Once it is destroyed, the vitality will be seriously injured, and the soul will be scattered in severe cases.

How could Feng Xihui attach Yuanshen to herself, and when did she do it?

Regardless of the shock in his heart, Rong Ling carefully grasped the feather, wanting to find out from Feng Xihui's primordial spirit.

In her palm, this feather is extremely obedient, draped over her slender fingers, allowing Rong Ling's divine sense to peep through it.

Rong Ling took a glance, and immediately froze in disbelief.

It was just before time went back, on the Zhanxian platform, Feng Xihui quietly covered her body with the primordial spirit in full view of everyone.

Her spells were so profound that not to mention others, even Rong Ling hadn't noticed it at all.

In this way, if the thunder really strikes, Feng Xihui's primordial spirit will also block the damage for him.

No wonder...Rong Ling wondered why Feng Xihui also entered the illusion when he started over again.

It turned out that her primordial spirit was attached to her body, so Feng Xihui had to follow wherever Rong Ling went?

Once Rong Ling walked in the illusion, Feng Xihui had to be involved in it, and he couldn't get involved clearly.

When Rong Ling thought about all this clearly, the phoenix feathers in his palm also turned into nothingness, and the huge golden phoenix that was screaming Qingyue a moment ago also turned into fragments, fine particles, and little golden rays of light, gradually disappearing in the sunlight .

All that was left was the scorched land that was blasted into blackened land after Chaos self-destructed the demon core.

Rong Ling didn't care about other things, gritted his teeth fiercely, and Yufeng walked towards Jiuchongtian.

The breeze blew the dress off her body, and Rong Ling's unfettered black long hair was also blown to the back of her head. She didn't care about it, and there was only one thing on her mind——

Feng Xihui, a self-righteous idiot, should be scolded!

Why should she keep silent and be this good person? When did he say that he needs her protection?

It was half a day's journey from the mountain gate to the Hanzhi Hall where Xi Hui lived, Rong Ling walked alone, unable to find anything to vent his anger, so he could only curse Feng Xihui thousands of times in his heart.

Rong Ling didn't calm down until he stepped on the white jade steps in front of the Hanzhi Hall and was blown by the cold wind from the Nine Heavens.

Feng Xihui's bedroom was not far away, but Rong Ling seemed to be frozen by some spell, unable to take another half step forward.

The moon and stars were sparse, and a few night stars hung in the dark blue sky. In front of Hanzhi Hall, it was as quiet as if there were no living people.

Until Qingyin, the maidservant guarding the Hanzhi Palace, came out to patrol with a lantern, and saw a figure standing behind the jade bridge, she was startled.

Seeing the person who came again, Qingyin's heart beat even more: "I don't know what the so-called Rongling Shangxian is here at this moment?"

"Where's Feng Xihui?" Rong Ling asked in a low voice, as if awakening from a dream.

"Shangshen Feng sent a voice message to Xiaoxian in the afternoon, saying that she is going to practice in seclusion and not see outsiders." Qingyin hurriedly said, "I still look at the fairy Haihan."

Practice?

I am afraid that the Yuanshen was damaged, and Feng Xihui's vitality was seriously injured. In order not to let others know, he had to retreat.

Rong Ling didn't reply to Qingyin's words, but strode forward.

"Shangxian stay here." Qingyin hurriedly followed behind to persuade her, "Shangshen Feng has set up an enchantment outside the hall, no one is allowed to come near..."

Then, before Qingyin could finish her sentence, she stared dumbfounded at Rong Shangxian raising her hand and touching the golden barrier.

The imagined harm didn't happen, and the enchantment that Fengshangshen set up automatically let Rong Ling walk in as if he knew her.

Afterwards, Rong Ling walked into Hanzhi Hall and disappeared from Qingyin's sight.

"How could this be..." Qingyin murmured in a low voice, wondering if she had read it wrong.

She has seen the fate of people with ulterior motives who want to break into Fengshangshen's enchantment, ranging from being burned, to being wiped out in ashes at worst.

How would she know that Rong Ling has lived with her master for ten lifetimes, Feng Xihui's blood is already flowing in her body, and with Rong Ling's surviving primordial spirit, the enchantment will naturally not treat her as an outsider .

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Rong Ling walked into the Hanzhi Hall, this was the first time she had been to Feng Xihui's bedroom, and only then did she realize that it was really deserted.

The floor of the sleeping hall is paved with jade stones, stepping on it gives off a cool feeling, bypassing the screen, under the low hanging white gauze curtain, a figure can be vaguely seen, it is certainly not someone else.

Through the gauze curtain, Rong Ling saw her sitting cross-legged, as if she was adjusting her breath.

The soul is damaged, how can it be recuperated in a short while.

After all, it was Feng Xihui who saved her life, and Rong Ling naturally wanted to help her.

She opened the gauze curtain with her fingertips, and saw that Feng Xihui's eyes were closed tightly, and there was no blood on his lips, as if he hadn't even noticed that someone had broken into the bedroom.

Rong Ling couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, and he didn't think much about it. With the spiritual power in his palm, he reached for Feng Xihui to heal her wounds.

It's just that before the fingertips touched Feng Xihui half a cent, Rong Ling's wrist was tightly grasped and pulled hard——

She was already leaning over, but now she lost her balance and fell straight towards Feng Xihui.

At the moment of falling down, Rong Ling was unknowingly worried about Feng Xihui's injury, fearing that it would make her injury worse, so he touched the bed with his elbow first, and turned a small half circle.

Now, the person who was supposed to be below changed from Feng Xihui to Rong Ling herself.

—Looking up, Rong Ling realized that Feng Xihui had opened his eyes at some point.

Her eyes were dark, without any light: "What are you doing here?"

The tone was calm without any ups and downs, but Rong Ling could feel that Feng Xihui's five fingers on her wrist were constantly tightening, so tight that Rong Ling's skin felt a little painful, as if she was afraid that she would run away.

On the way, Rong Ling originally planned to mock Feng Xihui, but when she saw her almost transparent white face, she blocked her throat.

She just took a deep breath: "What am I here for, Fengshangshen should be very clear, right?"

Feng Xihui looked at her fixedly, his disordered breathing caressed Rong Ling's cheek.

The wrist in the palm is thin and boneless, and I haven't seen it for several days, and Rong Ling has lost weight.

Probably because she realized that she was pinching too tightly, Feng Xihui slightly let go, but still wrapped around Rong Ling's hand.

She understands why Rong Ling came here, even though they have long been separated, Feng Xihui's body can sense that her own soul has saved Rong Ling from disaster...

Feng Xihui lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered his eyes: "If you come to thank me, you don't have to."

Rong Ling was about to laugh angrily at this sentence: "Since this is the case, please trouble Feng Shangshen to get up from me, and I will definitely not disturb your tranquility in the future."

The words fell to the ground, and a moment later, Rong Ling felt the shackles on his wrists loosen.

Feng Xihui sat up slowly, without saying a word or looking at Rong Ling.

She didn't dare to look at it anymore, fearing that if she did, she couldn't help but imprison this person by her side, accompany her day and night, let her cry and make noises, and never allow her to leave even half a step.

Rong Ling didn't know what Feng Xihui was thinking, so she sat down and straightened her messed up skirt.

She originally wanted to leave, but seeing Feng Xihui's face turned pale like this, she still couldn't hold back, poured out a lot of panacea from the Qiankun bag, and piled them all on the white jade bed:

"I know that Fengshangshen is not short of fairy grass and elixir, but you saved my life. I should send these thoughts. I also hope that Fengshangshen will recover well. The six realms will be safe and stable in the future, and I still need you." Come to protect..."

This was about the first time that Rong Ling and Feng Xihui had spoken so many words, and after they finished speaking, they gave away all the pills.

Seeing that Feng Xihui was still resting with her eyes closed, Rong Ling didn't seem to listen to what she said at all. For some reason, she got angry suddenly and got off the bed: "I'm leaving."

Feng Xihui's voice trembled imperceptibly: "Yes."

Rong Ling didn't hear it, and left in the opposite direction without looking back.

Just as Rong Ling was sullen and was about to go around the screen and leave, a muffled groan came from behind him, accompanied by a low cough.

Rong Mai wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but he still couldn't help turning his head back.

The gauze curtain happened to be blown up by the wind, and Feng Xihui, who was sitting on the bed, covered his chest with his right hand, and a stream of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his lips.

Rong Ling frowned and turned back.

Although her magic power is not as good as Feng Xihui's, it is still possible to heal her.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xihui still avoided Rong Ling's hand, her body trembled slightly, as if she was enduring great pain: "Don't worry about me."

"Okay! I don't care about you." Rong Ling laughed angrily, "Since Fengshangshen wants to die, why should I waste my efforts?"

Every word is like a needle piercing Feng Xihui's heart. The pain caused by the damage to the soul is far less than the heartache at this moment.

Rong Ling continued: "Don't worry, God Feng, after all, you have saved my life. After you die, my children and grandchildren will be full in the future. I will ask them to burn incense on your behalf for generations to come, and I will never forget your kindness." .”

Feng Xihui frowned, and finally opened his eyes to look over: "Full of children and grandchildren?"

"Why, is Fengshang God in charge of heaven and earth, and also who I marry and have children with..."

Before Rong Ling finished speaking, she saw Feng Xihui's breath sinking, she reached out and grabbed Rong Ling's wrist, and pulled towards herself——

Rong Ling was crushed by Feng Xihui again. This time, Feng Xihui didn't let her go easily, but bit her soft earlobe viciously: "Rong Ling, don't think about it!"

Apparently Feng Xihui slapped her hard, and Rong Ling screamed immediately after being bitten by her: "Feng Xihui, are you sick? Are you a dog?"

Feng Xihui turned a deaf ear, grabbed Rong Ling's fussy hand, and her cold lips moved a direction.

"Hmm..." Rong Ling's unspoken curse was blocked in her throat by her lips and teeth, and she could no longer utter a sound.

The tip of Feng Xihui's tongue nimbly and skillfully pried open her teeth, this long-lost feeling of suffocation made Rong Ling's eyes widen.

No... She had such a thought in her mind, but her body couldn't help but surrender.

Feng Xihui was obviously more than satisfied with this kiss, her eyes were dark and gloomy, she clasped Rong Ling's hand to prevent her from escaping, and at the same time hooked her fingertips on the lace of her slender gauze skirt.

Her movements were smooth and smooth, but in Rong Ling's mind, there was a battle between heaven and man.

Push her away, now that Feng Xiwei is injured, it is not difficult for him to push her away.

However, Rong Ling found that his whole body was limp, and he couldn't even exert any strength with his fingers, like a fish floating in the cleanest water.

It wasn't until a low moan came out of his throat unconsciously that Rong Ling realized that he had already fallen.

Her groan, which was as thin as a mosquito, obviously pleased Feng Xihui to some extent.

Then, she gently licked Rong Ling's earlobe that had been bitten.

When Rong Ling was about to turn into a puddle of water, she heard Feng Xihui asking in her ear: "A Ling, tell me, who are you going to live with?"

Rong Ling blushed, bit her lower lip and refused to make a sound.

Feng Xihui certainly had her way, and after a while, Rong Ling was about to cry: "No, no..."

What she said was just angry words, how could she want Feng Xihui to be so serious and want to break the casserole and ask the end.

The ends of Rong Ling's eyes shone with water, and his lips were slightly parted, almost out of breath.

The fish, which was still floating before, left the water and landed on the cutting board, and even struggled so slightly.

Such an overwhelming joy and pain intertwined, Rong Ling finally couldn't hold back, and cried out.

At first she wept silently, but later it turned into soft sobs.

Feng Xihui fell in love with her appearance, her pale lips were a little more bloody.

She leaned over, and lightly touched Rong Ling's cheek with the tip of her straight nose: "A Ling...with you here, how could I be willing to die?"

As long as she is with her, even if she is seriously injured, Feng Xihui can't wait for every year, every month, to be tonight.

The starlight outside the Hanzhi Hall gradually faded, and the moon was replaced by the rising sun in the east.

It was the end of Rong Ling's night.

She was so sleepy that she couldn't care about anything, and slept until the sun was about to set.

In her sleep, it seemed that someone was still holding her in his arms, interlocking her fingers and refusing to let go.

Tired like this, Rong Ling could sleep for three days and three nights without any problem, but although Feng Xihui's jade bed looked good, it was really cold and hard.

She was used to sleeping on the stone bed covered with quilts at the master's door, how could Rong Ling sleep here.

As soon as she turned over, Feng Xihui came up behind her and put her hands on her waist: "Where is Ah Ling going?"

This person was still ignorant of his answer yesterday, but now he is talking about Ah Ling, Rong Ling really doubts whether Feng Xiwei has two faces.

In retrospect, this was indeed the case. If it hadn't been for personal experience, how would Rong Ling know that Feng Shangshen, who seemed righteous and awe-inspiring, was secretly preparing to resist the punishment of heavenly thunder for him.

Rong Ling couldn't keep his words from retorting, and confessed honestly: "You are so hurt, I can't just stand by and find some nourishing elixir for you."

The corners of Feng Xihui's lips curled up quietly, giving birth to joy that she hadn't noticed before: "No need."

Just as Rong Ling was about to have an attack, he heard Feng Xihui continue: "You are the best medicine."

Such hypocritical words, she said-seriously.

Rong Ling turned around, only to realize that Feng Xihui's complexion was much better than yesterday's.

As for myself, I am like a scholar in the story book whose energy has been sucked by a monster, without any strength at all.

It was only then that Rong Ling remembered that the remaining primordial energy in his body was indeed the tonic that Feng Xihui needed most.

But there's no need to hold them like this, to stick them so close together.

Rong Ling could feel Feng Xihui's nose sticking to his neck from behind, sniffing gently.

It was as if her injury would heal.

Feng Xihui's hands were also not idle, one hand was tightly wrapped around Rong Ling's waist, and the other was on the back of her hand.

Surrounded by her aura, Rong Ling suddenly remembered that when the chaos blasted the demon pill, she thought she would die for sure. Before she died, it was Feng Xihui who was thinking about no one else in her mind.

It turned out that she didn't see her own mind clearly until then.

It really is the clouds that cover the eyes, only because I am in this mountain.

Thinking like this, Rong Ling obeyed her will, she turned over, turned her face away, found the most comfortable position in Feng Xihui's arms, and continued to rest.

From the moment she turned around, Feng Xihui's body became stiff.

She seemed unable to believe what had happened.

After a long time, Feng Xihui took a deep breath: "Rong Ling."

"Um?"

"This time, you delivered it yourself." Feng Xiwei said with unprecedented stubbornness in his tone, "Just don't think that I will let you go."

It turned out that she had been holding back such words for a long time, Rong Ling lay lazily, with her eyelids open: "Well, it's up to you."

Anyway, she can't beat herself now, and who is the one who controls the overall situation may not be known.

Feng Xihui was like punching the cotton with a punch, and at the same time as he was exhausted, his heart was filled with unprecedented sweetness.

She couldn't help it, her lips fell on Rong Ling's forehead, her delicate eyebrows and eyes, curly eyelashes, pink cheeks...

Rong Ling was so sleepy that he buried his head into her neck, not letting Feng Xihui kiss any more, muttering: "Are you annoying?"

Feng Xihui was disgusted, but her heart was still sweet, she no longer disturbed Rong Ling's waking dream, she picked up a strand of her hair with her little finger, and tangled it in her hair.

The white fingers and the long black hair are intertwined and never separated.

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Qingyu has been on duty in Hanzhi Palace for so many years, and has never been so busy.

Since Rong Shangxian came that day, Feng Shangshen seemed to be a different person, and ordered many things that she never cared about before.

First of all, the white jade bed in the palace, let Qingyu replace it with the pear wood Babu bed in the mortal boudoir, covered with thick goose down blankets, and the original white bed curtains have to be replaced with complicated patterns.

Then new tables and chairs, soft couches, screens were added, vases were placed on the windows, and flower branches were inserted in the vases.

Finally, night pearls should be hung on high places in the temple, which can illuminate the room even at night.

This posture reminds Qingyu of birds during courtship—they always want to dress up their nests brightly and show them to their mates.

As for the other half, well, Qingyu is not flattery, she suspects that it is Rong Ling Shangxian in all likelihood.

She couldn't believe it at first, after all, who doesn't know that Fairy Rong Ling has a bad temper and has always been at odds with her god, it's really a reverse of the sky, these two are actually a couple?

Unexpectedly, Qingyu talked about her confusion with her good sister Longji in private, and Longji was stunned: "You mean, Fengshangshen and Rongshangxian got back together again? It's very decisive."

Now it was Qingyu's turn to be dumbfounded, it turned out that the owner of the house had already had an affair with Rong Shangxian, and she was the one who was divorced?

No wonder a while ago, Feng Shangshen saw everyone as cold, it was because love was not going well.

Qingyu was thoughtful, the most important thing for them to be slaves was cleverness, from this point of view, she should always keep in mind in the future, who is the real master of Hanzhi Palace - it must be Immortal Rong.

The first two little fairies were whispering, and Rong Ling in the Hanzhi Hall was not idle either.

She thought the screen in the palace was too simple and elegant, and the ones bought outside were too tacky, so she simply did it herself, painting on the screen aimlessly.

Feng Xihui was beside her mixing the paints for her, her brows and eyes were full of leisure and comfort.

When the work was done, Rong Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the pen: "Okay, what do you think?"

"It's pretty." Feng Xihui said, calmly took the pen from Rong Ling's hand, and rubbed her sore wrist.

Looking around the entire Hanzhi Hall, this screen is the only thing left.

It was only then that Rong Ling remembered that her behavior was considered a dove's nest. She felt that she should take care of the mood of Feng Xihui, the owner of the dormitory: "I replaced so many things of yours, you won't be reluctant, right?"

"But Ah Ling likes it." Feng Xihui only had eyes for her, and there were no other vulgar things, "It's just..."

"Just what?" Rong Ling frowned, as if if Feng Xihui said something that made her unhappy, she would show it to her.

Feng Xihui took advantage of the opportunity to interlock his fingers with her, and leaned over, her eyes were filled with infinite soft light, which reflected Rong Ling's unprepared panic: "It's just me, the master, and I will never change it."

The author has something to say:

Hmph, scheming phoenix!

Thank you Snowflake Tropical Night, Qingqing for throwing thunder, and I would like to show my heart to all readers who support the original version of this book~ This is the real end!Sahua, Sahua, Sahua, so happy!If you like it, you can rate it~

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