A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Xuan Wei came prepared, not only these disciples who rode the magic weapon in the sky, but also many disciples lurked from the land and surrounded the Meng family villa.

Those ghost cultivators who defected to the ghost sect had recently received the favor of Meng Xianjue, and wanted to repay Meng Xianjue one after another, so they chose to fight these disciples.

Therefore, on the ground, Guizong's defense line is as solid as gold.

The situation in this life is much better than the previous one.

Meng Xianjue only took a distracted glance at the situation around Guizong, and then devoted himself to the battle with Xuanwei.

The rest of the disciples were dealt with by Mingyue Building on the Sea. In this situation, Xuan Wei only expected the latter one before coming. In the former situation, he had never imagined that the ghost sect would be so united.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Xuan Wei calmly stopped Meng Xianjue's attack, and he pointedly said: "Unexpectedly, you have improved so much."

Meng Xianjue's pupils shrank suddenly, and they became unparalleled sharpened by his ghost energy. In an instant, the world seemed to be splashed with a thin layer of ink, thick and thin like clouds, as if seeping through from the paper.

He will not fail to understand what Xuanwei means.

They know each other well, they are both born again.

The confrontation between the strong is a dazzle that ordinary people can't bear with their naked eyes.

In the blink of an eye, they had gone through dozens of rounds. When the swords collided, there was a buzzing sound, and the collision of spiritual energy and ghost energy could burst out sparks in an instant.

But if there is someone around at this time, it can be seen that Meng Xianjue has gradually lost the wind.

No distractions are allowed in the battle between the strong, but Meng Xianjue is struggling to support the Mingyue Tower on the Sea, and at the same time he has to endure the severe pain that the half-life talisman will transfer at any time. He is fighting Xuanwei wearing shackles .

Meng Xianjue was struck by Xuanwei's sword at the center of the mouth, but fortunately he was not fatally injured. Meng Xianjue was sent flying, fell to the ground, and was chiseled into the ground, leaving a pit in the shape of a human.

Xuan Wei landed lightly, pointing the tip of the sword at Meng Xianjue's brow, with a smile on his face: "Meng Xianjue, do you know where you went wrong?"

He lay quietly on the ground, his eyes were covered with blood, but in an instant, he suddenly felt that the pain that had tortured him day and night disappeared.

Meng Xianjue remained calm and concentrated on sensing the half-life talisman on the back of his hand.

Only to find that the Half-Life Talisman had also disappeared.

Cheng Weiwan cracked the half-life talisman!

Meng Xianjue raised his eyes, and the dark eyes were filled with light again.

This ray of light was piercingly chilly.

But he hid the bright edge, closed his eyes, and kept silent to Xuanwei's provocation.

Xuan Wei said: "You are much different from the you in the previous life. If you were the you in the previous life, I would still have some respect for you, but the current you are weak, indecisive, and ineffective."

He paused for a while, then sneered disdainfully: "Don't you still think that the Ghost Sect like this can really do anything? Naive!"

Suddenly, several brilliant hazes streaked across the sky, which were vast spiritual waves released from thousands of miles away.

Meng Xianjue frowned lightly.

Immediately afterwards, a spirit sword flew straight towards the two of them, forcing Xuan Wei to draw back the sword and retreat.

Xuan Wei slightly raised her eyebrows, and said "Oh?" with great interest.

The spirit sword dissipated and turned into dots of fluorescent light, which converged towards the rear, and when it fell into Cheng Weiwan's hands, it was a formed spirit sword again.

"It's you who said Meng Xianjue wasn't good enough?"

Xuan Wei narrowed his eyes: "Dare to ask you?"

Cheng Weiwan raised his eyes and glanced at Xuanwei lightly.

It is impossible for Xuan Wei not to know who he is, and by saying this, he just wants to show him off in front of everyone.

There was a buzzing in Cheng Weiwan's head. The severe pain made the people in front of him deformed and distorted. He endured the strong vomiting and tried his best to bite all the words clearly.

"Master Xuanwei, your memory should not be as bad as mine. I still have a soul-locking nail that you left in my head. I haven't forgotten it yet, but you have almost forgotten it."

Xuan Wei suddenly realized: "Oh...so it's you."

The next moment, Meng Xianjue had already reacted earlier, and raised the knife and struck.

Xuanwei's pupils shrunk slightly, he really felt the crisis this time.

The aura emanating from Meng Xianjue's body made him feel very dangerous for an instant.

It's like being reborn.

What surprised him even more was that the wound on Meng Xianjue's chest, which he didn't notice at some moment, had healed as before.

Xuan Wei couldn't laugh at last, he wiped his sword with his finger, his face was full of coldness.

After all, he still underestimated Meng Xianjue.

Both of them turned into two bright streamers, fighting high above the sky.

The sky collapsed, and the overflowing ghost energy and spiritual energy turned into stray bullets flying randomly, which would kill you if you touched it.

Cheng Weiwan was dizzy and struggled to stand still, but the vibration of the ground made all his efforts in vain. The Mingyue Tower on the sea, the howling ghost, the fighting Meng Xianjue, the soul-locking nail in his head, all of them All the pictures seemed to be twisted into a rope, spinning wildly in front of his eyes in confusion and indulgence.

Cheng Weiwan pinched her eyebrows, in the boundless blood, like a little flower at a loss.

The strong wind, flames, and sword blades were full of mournful wailing sounds, and Wu Zhong traveled so far, holding Cheng Weiwan firmly.

The magic weapon was no longer usable. After the people inside came out, the magic weapon lost its support and had already failed. At this time, Meng Xianjue obviously didn't have time to re-inject power into the magic weapon.

Meng Xianjue and Xuanwei have passed hundreds of rounds, and neither of them has gained any benefits from each other. Meng Xianjue's final blow was woven into a huge sharp cone from the overwhelming ghost energy in the sky, and passed through Xuanwei's body. Chest, firmly nailing Xuanwei to the Mingyue Building on the Sea.

Meng Xianjue was exhausted, he walked towards Cheng Weiwan staggeringly without support.

There was blood all over the ground, staining the corners of his clothes.

Cheng Weiwan heard the sound of water and looked up.

But before he could see the blurry black object in front of his eyes, he was hugged into a hard embrace that smelled of blood.

It was Meng Xianjue.

Cheng Weiwan calmed down, closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around his back, and hugged him quietly.

In the silence, Meng Xianjue suddenly said in a deep voice, "Wanwan, let's do it."

Cheng Weiwan had a momentary illusion that Meng Xianjue's words seemed ambiguous.

Meng Xianjue didn't say who to kill, the subtext in his tone seemed to be to kill him.

Cheng Weiwan was a little greedy for the warmth, and his words were vague: "Let me take a rest."

Meng Xianjue touched the back of his neck and found that the half-life talisman was no longer there. His heart stopped beating, and he raised his hand to press Cheng Weiwan's temple, his voice hoarse: "Is it better?"

Cheng Weiwan closed her eyes in comfort: "It's better."

Meng Xianjue helped him up and whispered in his ear: "Then let's kill Xuanwei first, shall we?"

Cheng Weiwan held the sword that Meng Xianjue handed over, feeling strange in his heart, the two of them walked towards the Mingyue Tower on the sea, Cheng Weiwan hesitated for a while, and said: "Meng Xianjue, do you think that I've always wanted to go home?"

Meng Xianjue looked at him sideways: "Why don't you go home when you're homesick?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's good that I really want to go home, but now I have found something more important than going home, and going home is temporarily put on hold by me."

Meng Xianjue didn't understand: "What's the matter?"

"Meng Xianjue, do you think I've been lying to you all this time?" Cheng Weiwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Do you think I've always wanted to go home and being with you is just a way to delay the attack, just to use you to kill Xuanwei? no?"

Meng Xianjue quietly looked away.

Cheng Weiwan knew him very well. At this time, if Meng Xianjue didn't speak, it meant that he hit the mark.

Cheng Weiwan was angry and laughed again: "Meng Xianjue, is it really so unbearable that I am in your heart? I said I like you, I just like you. I said I would take you back to my house to be my aunt. You go, Meng Xianjue, where did you hear what I said?"

Meng Xianjue dragged him to the door of Mingyue Building on the Sea. He tidied up Cheng Weiwan's clothes and pushed his hair behind his ears as before. He looked calm and couldn't hide the smile in his eyes: "Wan Wan, I only want you to like me, as for the others, I don’t dare to ask too much.”

Cheng Weiwan was startled for a moment, he frowned: "Meng Xianjue, what do you mean?"

Obviously there is still a reborn person to solve, and they can still be together for a long time, but how does he feel now...

This was the last time he saw Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but he smiled at him: "Wanwan, when you come back, I will tell you what I just said."

Cheng Weiwan was skeptical, took three steps and then turned to look at Meng Xianjue, making sure that he was really all right, before he relaxed and looked directly at Xuan Wei.

At the moment when Cheng Weiwan stopped looking back.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes, his straight back couldn't hold on, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He and Xuanwei are originally from the same abnormal data flow, the damage he caused to Xuanwei, and the damage Xuanwei caused to him will be reflected in the two of them.

Xuanwei will die, and so will he.

Meng Xianjue raised his eyes again, focusing all his eyes on Cheng Weiwan's snow-white back.

He really, really loves this guy.

I just want to be with him forever.

It's a pity that God gave him favors, but he was also stingy, and couldn't give them a good result.

Cheng Weiwan stood still in front of Xuanwei, pointing the tip of his sword at Xuanwei's chest.

Xuan smiled and vomited a mouthful of blood, his face looked a little hideous.

"Stupid, it's not too late."

Cheng Weiwan didn't want to listen to Xuan Wei's words anymore, and didn't want to see what kind of tricks Xuan Wei was going to play, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and was about to stab the sword into Xuan Wei's heart.

Xuan Wei laughed suddenly: "Cheng Weiwan, Cheng Weiwan, do you think you can go home smoothly if you kill me?"

Cheng Weiwan was cruel, and the tip of the sword moved half an inch forward.

Xuanwei choked blood in his lungs and coughed violently, but he smiled ferociously and horribly: "Cheng Weiwan, it's good that I'm a reborn person, but don't you wonder who the second one is?"

Cheng Weiwan sneered: "If you're kind enough to tell me, then I can listen."

Xuan Wei's laughter resounded throughout the world: "Cheng Weiwan, the two reborns share a stream of data, no matter what they have to share equally, why don't you just look back now?"

Oddly, Cheng Weiwan turned his head back.

He saw that under the dazzling sunlight, Meng Xianjue was almost transparent.

There are many wounds on his body, the one on his chest is exactly the same degree of flesh ulceration as Xuanwei's, and those small cuts and scars can also be found on Xuanwei's body.

Seeing Cheng Weiwan suddenly turned his head, Meng Xianjue hid the flash of panic in his eyes and tried to straighten his back, but he walked over with Cheng Weiwan and exhausted all his strength.

His breathing became shallow and light, almost unable to support his body.

Cheng Weiwan's pupils shrank suddenly.

He got it.

Meng Xianjue is the second reborn.

If he wanted to go home, Meng Xianjue had to die.

Meng Xianjue wanted to send him home, so Meng Xianjue called Xuanwei to Juqingya.

Meng Xianjue voluntarily died in order to fulfill his wish to go home.

After Xuan Wei died, the intensity of the data flow would be greatly reduced, and Meng Xianjue, who was seriously injured, would also be affected by the fluctuation of the data flow and die.

Normally, one side's fatal injury would not affect the other side, but at this moment, Meng Xianjue was seriously injured, and he couldn't bear any data flow fluctuations.

That's why Meng Xianjue chose to fight Xuan Wei to the death at the Unfeeling Cliff.

Unfeeling Cliff is a tomb he built for himself.

This is also Meng Xianjue's plan that he kept from everyone from the beginning to the end.

Cheng Weiwan's eyes were sore, tears could not hold back and slid down his cheeks to the ground, he turned around and walked back, only wanting to hug Meng Xianjue.

But Xuanwei's eyes flickered with a dark light

In an instant, an indescribably severe pain arose in Cheng Weiwan's mind, like knives, guns, sticks, rocks, and thunder mixed together to crazily stir his brain. familiar.

It's exactly the same as the two previous headaches that never started or ended...

It's Xuanwei!

He tampered with Soul Lock!

Cheng Weiwan gritted his teeth, and he gritted his teeth so that there were pieces of flesh and blood in his mouth, he moved his throat and swallowed them together.

But there was no strength in his hand, and the sword fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound of jingling and colliding.

Xuan Wei's wild and arrogant laughter came from behind.

Cheng Weiwan's legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground. He tried his best to keep standing.

The corner of Xuanwei's mouth was bleeding, even so, he still smiled strangely: "Does it hurt? It's right... Otherwise, you'll kill me..."

Xuan Wei didn't have that elegant and peaceful look at all, he was like a ferocious ghost, with blood spurting out of his mouth while laughing.

"If you have the guts, you'll kill me..."

Cheng Weiwan was tormented by severe pain, sometimes drowsy and sometimes awake, he was dominated by instinct, and he grasped the sword tightly.

But his reason seized the moment of sobriety again, preventing him from holding the sword.

Cheng Weiwan's eyes were blurred, but he also knew that he would rather not go home than to exchange this road with Meng Xianjue's life.

Cheng Weiwan didn't even know where he relied on his strength to stand up straight, his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were reddishly red: "Xuan Wei, I won't let you succeed."

Xuanwei's eyes opened abruptly, as if the eyeballs were about to pop out, making people look very scary, he lowered his voice, and deliberately said in a sinister tone: "Cheng Weiwan, you are so naive, you think my lock Is the soul nail just giving you a splitting headache?"

Cheng Weiwan frowned.

"As long as you don't remove this soul-locking nail, the soul-locking nail will keep devouring your soul until it becomes my property, and the only way to remove the soul-locking nail is to kill me, Cheng Weiwan, I look forward to your performance. "Xuan smiled ferociously, "I want to thank you in advance, give up your identity, let me be you, leave this world, and live in a better place."

At that moment, more severe pain hit, Cheng Weiwan roared loudly, his eyeballs were so bloodshot that he felt like his whole body was about to explode, that kind of severe pain was eroding him all the time, Cheng Weiwan They all endured it, lifted the long sword upside down, and prepared to use the last bit of sober strength to seal Xuanwei firmly in the Mingyue Tower on the Sea, so that his soul will be sealed here forever, and he can't get out, and he can't see it. The way it looks on the outside.

But suddenly, for a split second, Cheng Weiwan only felt a fiery body hugging him behind him.

He was very attached to this warm hug.

The next moment, the wrist of his right hand was pinched, Cheng Weiwan couldn't use any strength, and couldn't move, he couldn't resist, he watched the bright silver sword piercing Xuanwei's chest, and then the blood seeped Come out and dye the sword red.

Meng Xianjue's hot lips pressed against Cheng Weiwan's earlobe, his breath was hot, and he smiled, "Wanwan, remember me."

The severe pain disappeared, and Cheng Weiwan woke up in an instant.

In an instant, the gust of wind rose from the flat ground out of thin air, rolled up the remaining clouds, and blew away the last bit of haze. Cheng Weiwan's head went blank, and he only relied on his subconscious to catch Meng Xianjue who slipped and fell.

His hands were covered with blood, Meng Xianjue was in his arms, breathing hard.

Cheng Weiwan held Meng Xianjue's hand tightly, and he just sat on the ground blankly, as if his soul had been taken away.

After a long time, his voice trembled: "Meng Xianjue...Meng Xianjue, look at me..."

Meng Xianjue tried his best to cooperate with him in raising his head, but Meng Xianjue's blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth and choking into his nasal cavity until finally, Meng Xianjue gave up.

He gently pulled Cheng Weiwan's hand, signaling Cheng Weiwan to look at him.

Cheng Weiwan wiped away her tears and leaned over to his lips.

"Wanwan...I...I have something to say, but I haven't...have time...to tell you..." The data of Honkai took away his vitality bit by bit, Meng Xianjue closed his eyes and rested for a long time before finally He continued, "The pearl that is missing from Mingyue Tower on the sea is... here with me."

Meng Xianjue put his clenched fist in front of him, and then spread it out. It was a small piece of wood, a pearl carefully carved by people.

It was not lost by Cheng Weiwan, but because of this, it has always been with him.

At this time, the sky glowed with a holy golden color, and just above Cheng Weiwan, a bright golden circular track appeared out of thin air, and the clouds were transpiring in it, which was a place that no one could reach.

Cheng Weiwan had a sore nose, and took the blood-stained pearl.

Meng Xianjue smiled lightly.

hand down slowly

At this moment, a voice suddenly came out of the golden cloud: "Cheng Weiwan! Shake him awake for me, hold on for five seconds!"

It was Ling Siyao.

Cheng Weiwan's eyes were swollen badly, she stuck to Meng Xianjue's ear, whispered one sentence after another, softly said to him: "Meng Xianjue, wake up quickly."

"If you don't wake up, I will erase our names on the Sansheng Stone."

Meng Xianjue's little finger trembled slightly.

"If you don't wake up, I will leave with someone else..."

Ling Siyao rushed over, holding a shiny chip in his hand, and urgently pasted the chip on Meng Xianjue's forehead, typing on the keyboard with both hands, muttering, "I'll just say I'm leaving!" Don’t start a confrontation with Xuanwei during this time, you must listen, I went back to the main system space to get you a chip, my God! Didn’t you always want to take Meng Xianjue away? I just thought about it, It's not impossible, it just needs a little manipulation, I'll tell you to wait, you must listen, and make such a big deal happen to me..."

Ling Siyao babbled so dryly that he never heard Cheng Weiwan's answer. When he looked up, he found that Cheng Weiwan was holding Meng Xianjue's hand tightly.

And Meng Xianjue's body gradually turned into fluorescent light from head to toe.

Cheng Weiwan looked at him quietly, his eyes were red and swollen, and a tear quietly slid down his cheek.

Ling Siyao: "..."

Fuck, don't cry.

"Cheng Weiwan, Meng Xianjue is not dead! Fuck, I just cut and pasted his data, Fuck, don't cry!"

Cheng Weiwan didn't hear the following words at all, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Ling Siyao scooped up Cheng Weiwan like a chick, saddened by his misfortune, angry and uncontested, and got into the gradually shrinking golden cloud.

It cleared up.

The egg shells hit the edge of the bowl and were poured into the oil pan, making a crackling sound. The sweet and glutinous aroma of baked bread wafted in the air, and the golden sunlight came in from the window frame, like a weekend morning. Staying out of bed, his aunt made breakfast for him.

With a "ding", it's time.

Sausages cooked in the microwave give off the unique aroma of meat.

and many more

Cheng Weiwan frowned, eggs, frying pan, bread, microwave oven! ?

Cheng Weiwan sat up from the bed with a bang, and looked at everything in front of him without any sense of reality.

White pillowcases and quilts, a huge bay window, and his mobile phone on the bedside table...

But this is not his room...

Probably Ling Siyao's home.

Cheng Weiwan got out of bed and poked into the kitchen, only to find...

Ling Siyao frantically searched for recipes on her mobile phone, yelled bluffing for a while, then turned off the gas angrily, and directed the tall and silent man next to her to do this and that.

Cheng Weiwan looked at the man suspiciously.

Sensing his presence, the man also turned his head.

The air was filled with the sweet smell of bread, and at this moment, Cheng Weiwan blushed.

The man showed a smile that he only had when facing him: "Wanwan."

At this moment, Cheng Weiwan's heart rate was too high, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

Still want to cry.

He is back.

Meng Xianjue was also there.

"Wanwan, find a time and take me to meet... your aunt?"

Cheng Weiwan's voice trembled: "...OK."

The author has something to say: Hello friends, here is the full text of "The Little Padded Jacket Who Accidentally Became a Villain", with a total of 36 words.

This is already the fifth book, and this book is the one I have prepared the most.My original intention is to interpret a kind of pure "love" in my limited experience and cognition. Only after going through twists and turns and storms can my original intention appear sincere and valuable.

But because my cognition is very limited, I mistakenly think that this kind of "love" can also be counted in the category of "sweet". After all, I still love you after all the storms and waves have come. I can bear your little shortcomings and your little temper, but as long as you give me a little bit of sweetness, I am willing to give you everything I have. Isn’t this sweet, isn’t this really sweet! [The author is talking nonsense ing] But in fact, there is still a big difference between this article and those pure healing articles.I apologize to those friends who clicked in with the mentality of being cured, and I also bow to those friends who have persisted until now and still don't dislike the stupid author, and have not abandoned the stupid author!

In short, this article was fed up by the stupid author and me [Bu waiter, the author, you gun! 】Afterwards, Ling Siyao may reveal to Cheng Weiwan that besides doing system work, he is actually a time traveler who has owned a mansion in every century; afterward, Cheng Weiwan may take Meng Xianjue to visit his alma mater university Take a stroll; after that, maybe Meng Xianjue and Cheng Weiwan will have a small home of their own. Meng Xianjue works hard to learn the survival skills of this world, earns a lot of money every day, drives a luxury car every day to pick up and drop off work at night; A programmer is worried every day that he will become ugly and bald. Meng Xianjue, in order to prevent Wanwan from worrying every day, buys Wanwan's company and becomes a colleague of Wanwan to show his affection every day! [The style of painting is gradually sand sculpture]; maybe one year during the Chinese New Year, Wanwan took Meng Xianjue home, and the aunt opened her mouth in shock. After learning that this was Wanwan's favorite person, she also accepted it. After all, she is the oldest My only wish is to be happy every night.

In the end, Duoduo left without pain, and Cheng Weiwan buried him on the grass in the community where he likes to have fun most.

Ling Siyao, Wan Wan, Meng Xianjue, Auntie and many others, in this world, may argue over some trivial things, or laugh excitedly over some happy moments, they are the most inconspicuous couple in this world. Small grains.

There is love and hatred, there is suffering and joy.

Finally, I wish all my little friends, happiness, health, peace and joy.

Of course, the most important thing is to get rich!Those who have already become rich will meet their favorite people!You got rich again and met your beloved again. Congratulations, you are already a winner in life!

At the very end, I would like to wish my friends a happy new year.

Happy Chinese New Year!

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