A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Dead Soul Mountain is the source of ghost energy for the entire Ghost Sect.

The sky was shaken, the entire peak of the Dead Soul Mountain was cut off obliquely, and the Unfeeling Cliff where they were located was very close to the Dead Soul Mountain, collapsing wildly, and those originally balanced and stable auras, ghost qi, dead qi, etc. In an instant, he was in a mess due to the uncontrollable ghost energy, and crazily launched indiscriminate attacks around him.

Meng Xianjue's eyes froze, and his reaction was extremely quick. He quickly pulled Cheng Weiwan into his arms, and used his back to block those crazy "Qi".

He hugged Cheng Wewan with a lot of strength, and he tried his best not to expose Cheng Wewan's skin, worrying that Cheng Wewan would get hurt.

But something went wrong with him.

It is a very unwise choice for him to respond to the attack with an empty door behind him.

Cheng Weiwan struggled to break free from his embrace, and reacted extremely quickly to the high-speed spiritual power fluctuations. The thousand miles hidden in his sleeve were like a flexible snake. After absorbing Cheng Weiwan's spiritual power, he quickly unfolded and turned into an indestructible Shield, to block the terrifying spiritual light waves for the two of them.

Cheng Weiwan supported Meng Xianjue's shoulder, frowned and asked, "Meng Xianjue, are you alright?"

Meng Xianjue raised his eyes to look at him, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "I'm fine, Wanwan."

Seeing Meng Xianjue alive and kicking, Cheng Weiwan finally felt at ease, the casual and lazy emotion in his eyes disappeared immediately, replaced by an indescribable seriousness.

He looked into the air, pursing the corners of his lips.

He gently pulled Lameng Xianjue: "The Mountain of Dead Souls has fallen."

The pitch-black sharp mountain was like a broken sword. The incision was flat and sharp. Meng Xianjue tried his best to support it. It took nearly [-]% of his strength to stabilize the mountain without hurting anyone at the foot of the mountain.

Cheng Weiwan didn't dare to think about who could cut off the top of the mountain with a single sword.

If there is really someone...it can only be him.

When Cheng Weiwan thought of that name, he felt his whole heart tremble.

Xuanwei!

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Weiwan's expression darkened immediately, the Qianli in his hand turned into a long sword, and he took a step to block Meng Xianjue.

And in front of the two of them, dark clouds weighed on the top, thunder clouds gathered, silver and purple lightning reunited in the thunder clouds, and then spread out, like a ferocious giant face, poking its head out from the clouds from time to time. He concealed his anger to the world.

And Lei Yun opened the way, escorted by Dian Ting, a team armed with heavy weapons and dressed in fine iron armor, with flying magic weapons on their feet, showed their figures from the dark clouds.

It really is Xuanwei!

Cheng Weiwan never thought that this day would come so soon.

Xuanwei led all righteous forces to form an elite team to encircle and suppress Meng Xianjue.

Cheng Weiwan was actually very afraid of this day, because on this day, Meng Xianjue would undoubtedly die tragically under the swords of those people.

But this time.

He wants to rewrite the plot.

Even if Wan Lei pulls in, the law of heaven will not allow it, even if his mission completely fails, the main system space will throw his data into the data smashing software, and smash his last traces to nothing, even if he can never return. At home, there is no way to stay with Auntie anymore, and he has to rewrite the plot.

He wanted Meng Xianjue to survive.

The sword in Cheng Weiwan's hand was shining brightly, revealing his supreme determination.

Meng Xianjue was the only person he fell in love with in this world.

He only wished he could give his life to Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue was half a step behind Cheng Weiwan, and his eyes were slightly moved.

Meng Xianjue gently held Cheng Weiwan's hand, leaned his upper body forward, and pressed his warm breath against Cheng Weiwan's ear: "Wanwan, leave this to me first."

Cheng Weiwan held it with his backhand, his eyes full of worry.

Meng Xianjue patted the back of his hand lightly, his lips moved slightly.

Cheng Weiwan didn't blink for a moment, trying to recognize the change of Meng Xianjue's lips, and finally understood.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be fine."

"When I come back, I have something to say to you."

For the first time, Meng Xianjue pushed Cheng Weiwan's hand away.

Cheng Weiwan was just about to stand up following his movements, but saw Wu Zhong coming, and put down a space magic weapon, inside the magic weapon was filled with the fragrance of tea, two bamboo chairs were quietly placed, and on the table was a Two baskets of chess pieces.

Wu Zhong nodded: "Senior Cheng, the lord asked me to accompany you, I hope you don't make it difficult for the lord."

Cheng Weiwan took a deep look at Meng Xianjue who had already turned to leave, looked away, and said softly, "Okay, I won't make things difficult for him."

Wu Zhong made a "please" gesture to him.

After finishing speaking, Cheng Weiwan bowed his head slightly, and walked into the space where the magic weapon was completed.

After he actually went in, he realized that this magic weapon was absolutely extraordinary.

The space enclosed by the magic weapon is full of spiritual power, stable and peaceful, making all the people who walk in feel comfortable.

And it can isolate all damage from the outside world. Even if thunderstorms and volcanic eruptions outside, the space of this magic weapon is still full of fragrance.

Entering this space, Cheng Weiwan's nervous and worried mood gradually faded away.

He tapped the chessboard carved from jade: "Your Patriarch sent you to spy on me?"

Wu Zhong raised his eyes lightly: "Senior, please don't take it to heart, this matter is not surveillance, this trip is extremely dangerous, the lord did not want you to devote yourself to this, but the lord did not expect Xuanwei's actions to be so fast , or implicated you in it."

Cheng Weiwan didn't speak any more, his consciousness was a little wandering.

He remembered the description of Meng Xianjue's tragic death on the Cliff of Unrequited Love in the original book where Xuan Wei led many forces to act for the heavens.

He has a bad memory, but this paragraph was turned out from the corner of his memory at some point, and every word was extremely clear.

"The miserable sky is stained with blood, and the flat land on the top of the Unfeeling Cliff, which has been carefully crafted by people, has turned into a blood pool filled with blood.

Zhu Wu was split into two pieces, one half was stuck in the pool of blood, and the other half was held tightly by his master. Meng Xianjue half-opened his eyes, his nose seemed to be choked with blood, his face was ashen, breathing hard, looking weakly. He glanced at Xuan Wei who was standing behind the crowd.

Xuanwei's expression was indifferent, he stood by and watched, without any regard for the relationship between master and apprentice back then.Seeing that the evil spirit was powerless to resist, Zhang Chengcan, who was at the side, took advantage of the victory to pursue and ordered the red gold beast to strike Meng Xianjue for the last time.

The Zhuwu in Meng Xianjue's hand gave off a brief glare of light, the light was very bright in an instant, almost to the point of dazzling, but it was only an instant.

Like his master's will, the will to live flickered for only a split second.

The moment Meng Xianjue died, the Dead Soul Mountain disintegrated, and the Mingyue Tower on the Sea, like an old painting, quickly turned yellow and shattered, and finally fell to the ground, turned into ashes, and dissipated.

Meng Xianjue is dead. "

Cheng Weiwan drew his attention quickly, and met Shang Wuzhong's lifeless eyes.

Wu Zhong looked at him: "Senior, why don't you play chess?"

Cheng Weiwan withdrew his hand from the chessboard and looked out the window: "I don't know how to play chess."

He can't play chess, can't taste tea, he is born with no ability to accept these elegant things.

One can vaguely hear the sound of swords colliding outside, and the sound of sharp blades cutting flesh and blood.Cheng Weiwan closed his eyes, and the scene of Meng Xianjue lying in a pool of blood appeared involuntarily before his eyes.

Wu Zhong's voice without ups and downs recalled his mood again: "Senior Cheng, please trust the Lord, he will be fine."

Cheng Weiwan stood by the window, looking sideways at Wu Zhong: "Then tell me, how long has Meng Xianjue planned all this?"

Wu Zhong paused slightly: "Senior Cheng, what do you mean?"

"Wu Zhong, even if Meng Xianjue didn't tell you everything, at least you should know the arrangement of some things," Cheng Weiwan's smile disappeared, he turned around, and the red pupils lit up Some bloodthirsty light.

Is it because he has been docile for too long, so long that these people mistakenly think that he is so docile by nature?

He had been in the cage for too long, pretending to be a beautiful and gentle little bird.

These people thought that he was a docile and beautiful canary.

"You and I are just waiting here, why don't you tell me, what exactly does Meng Xianjue want to do?"

Wu Zhong said calmly, "Senior Cheng, you may have misunderstood. The only person he cares about is you. He must have discussed everything he does with you."

Cheng Weiwan quietly stroked the irritable Qianli in his sleeves, and said in a low voice, "Then why don't you tell me why Meng Xianjue invited Xuanwei over?"

Wu Zhong looked up in shock.

Cheng Weiwan smiled: "Tell me?"

Wu Zhong was completely defeated, and with a little hesitation, he betrayed his master.

After all, even the master has to listen to Senior Cheng's words.

I just hope that when Senior Cheng settles his case in the future, he can be forgiven.

Wu Zhong briefly told Cheng Weiwan, roughly that Meng Xianjue once overheard a conversation between him and Ling Siyao about data flow and going home.

So Meng Xianjue ordered him to check some information about data flow.

As well as what Ling Siyao told him later, Meng Xianjue came to a conclusion.

Cheng Wewan wanted to go home.

And Meng Xianjue wants to help him go home, the first thing to do is to kill Xuanwei, the reborn.

Therefore, these things Meng Xianjue has done recently are purposefully attracting Xuan Wei to the Cliff of Unfeeling Love.

Cheng Weiwan laughed softly.

This smile is a little cold, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth is not as usual.

Wu Chong glanced at him in surprise.

Cheng Weiwan could hardly bear the anger in his heart, he suppressed the bloody smell in his throat.

At this time, he didn't want to care about how to untie the Half-Life Talisman in the correct way, he wanted to use violence to get rid of this annoying Half-Life Talisman now.

The spiritual power exploded instantly, Cheng Weiwan was impatient, and could only wish to activate all the spiritual energy in his whole body, and then concentrate it on the back of his neck, striking away the spell on the back of his neck with an incomparable intensity.

Afterwards, a sense of suffocation from the boulder directly overwhelmed him.

Cheng Weiwan swayed for a moment, her fingernails dug into the window lattice, and she managed to stabilize her body.

It was an excruciating pain that was simply unbearable.

It was as if there was a sharp awl poking his forehead all the time, wishing to push out his brains and his skull.

It hurts.

He couldn't imagine how Meng Xianjue endured such severe pain and lived as usual during these days.

It hurt so much that he just wanted to die right now.

But not.

Under Wu Zhong's surprised gaze, Cheng Weiwan tried his best to stabilize his footsteps, stepping out of this space step by step.

He couldn't stay any longer.

He wants to explain everything to Meng Xianjue now.