A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Until night, Cheng Weiwan didn't hear Meng Xianjue's call, he didn't take it seriously, and decided to sleep in the system space, get up early tomorrow full of energy, and then draw a lottery!

But just after he fell asleep, he suddenly felt that he was not sleeping peacefully.

That feeling was like being grabbed by something in the heart, the soft and tender flesh was squeezed into a small ball, shrinking and shrinking, making him break out in a cold sweat.

This uneasy feeling made Cheng Weiwan wake up directly from his sleep.

His body was soaked in cold sweat, and his hair was sticky to his face. Cheng Weiwan tried hard to adjust his breathing, always feeling that there was a deep ditch in his heart, and inside the ditch was a sea of ​​restlessness.

Cheng Weiwan wiped off the cold sweat that broke out, and couldn't help but think of Meng Xianjue.

He didn't go out all day today, did Xiao Baihua miss him?Will you be bullied?Have old injuries recurred?

The more he thought about Cheng Weiwan, the more he couldn't sit still. He took a deep breath and made up his mind to go see Meng Xianjue.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he left the system space, he saw his little pity curled up on the bed, enduring great pain.

Meng Xianjue didn't expect the ghost pupil riot to be so violent.

After returning from Boundless Sea, he was already injured, and many inheritances of the Meng family's ancestors had accumulated in his body. He didn't have time to absorb the internal elimination, and even the Tianyin Xiequ was only carried on his body, and he didn't have time to look at it at all.

This caused the eruption of ghost pupils to be extremely violent this time, and he was caught off guard.

He tried his best to adjust the spiritual energy in his body and the ghost energy that was about to overflow, trying to keep them in balance, but this time Ghost Tong was determined to take away Meng Xianjue's body, and Meng Xianjue couldn't parry every blow.

If this was his usual level, he wouldn't be so dangerous. The bad thing was that Meng Xianjue was seriously ill, and he deliberately concealed his true strength.

Meng Xianjue didn't have a good solution, so he could only use his last bit of sober mind to compress and compress the ghost energy, press it into the spiritual palace, and wait for the spiritual energy to penetrate his body.

But this waiting time is extremely long and painful, and it is not 100% effective.

As soon as Cheng Weiwan came, he saw Meng Xianjue's whole body shrunk into a small ball, his brows were tightly knit, his face was pale, and there was an entangled ghost and spiritual energy around him.

At this moment, Cheng Weiwan's complexion became serious, and he felt when there was a ghost in his body...

Could it be because of the ghost pupils?Or was he infected with ghost energy in his body after a trip to Neverland?

Cheng Weiwan called out softly: "Sense first, sense first!"

While Meng Xianjue was in a trance, he seemed to hear someone calling him. He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that there was nothing in front of him. Laughing at himself for such an illusion, he slowly closed his eyes...

"Meng Xianjue!"

The sound was so severe that Meng Xianjue opened his eyes in a daze, and found a figure in white clothes, white hair and red pupils appeared in front of him.

Meng Xianjue endured the pain, but still couldn't believe it was true.

When a person is under extreme pain, he will have the hallucination he most expects, but he did not expect to have a sense of touch.

touch?

Meng Xianjue's pupils tightened a little, trying to see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

"Pre... Senior..."

Cheng Weiwan's brows were almost twisted into a twist.

He used the appearance card he drew out yesterday, thinking that he had drawn out a useless piece of trash, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.He originally wanted to take advantage of the time when Meng Xianjue was about to pass out to check what was going on with the ghost energy in Meng Xianjue's body, and if necessary, pull it out by the root.

But now Meng Xianjue this little white flower is not obedient at all, he insists on trying to sit up, which is not obedient at all.

It is stronger than a bear, so it's a little white flower, it's an overlord flower.

Cheng Weiwan got angry for a moment: "Meng Xianjue, don't move, be honest!"

The scolding immediately made Meng Xianjue dare not move any more. He was in a daze at this moment, and he didn't even know how to react normally. He just stared blankly at Cheng Weiwan, feeling a little wronged and innocent. .

Cheng Weiwan couldn't bear it anymore for a moment, he sighed, silently counting the time he had left, turned his spiritual power into a slender awn, pierced through Meng Xianjue's Lingfu, and then gradually produced Branches, spread, flow to all limbs.

In fact, he didn't need to use up the appearance card, but the moment he saw Meng Xianjue, he really wanted to use his hands, pat his head, pat his back, and give some of these insignificant comforts. .

Seeing Meng Xianjue's furrowed brows, Cheng Weiwan's heart softened instantly.

He called softly: "Xianjue, are you still awake?"

Guitong sensed the intrusion of spiritual power outside his body, and became more tenacious in his resistance. The most uncomfortable thing now was Meng Xianjue, whose spiritual power and ghost energy collided, rubbing every tendon of him.

When Cheng Weiwan probed into the depths of the Lingfu, Meng Xianjue's body suddenly twitched violently, reacting violently.

Cheng Weiwan didn't dare to probe any further, worried that it was the influence of the ghostly aura he sensed at first.

He patted Meng Xianjue's back soothingly, and asked softly, "Xianjue, why is there ghost energy in your body?"

Meng Xianjue bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to wake up. Enduring the sharp pain, he said, "Senior, when we entered Neverland, I was infected by ghost energy, and my ghost pupils took the opportunity to attack violently."

At this point, Cheng Weiwan was a little surprised.

When he was looking inside Meng Xianjue's Lingfu just now, he found many wounds in Meng Xianjue's body that had been ruptured by the riot of ghost pupils. If he was not careful, these small wounds would become deadly sharp blades.

And Meng Xianjue can still stay awake under such circumstances, which shows the strength of the child's heart.

However, if Cheng Weiwan hadn't been interrupted by Meng Xianjue's violent trembling, he would have discovered that in the depths of Meng Xianjue's spiritual mansion, there was still the ghostly aura that this little white flower had tried so hard to hide.

The majestic and domineering ghost aura was crushed into such a small ball, and if Meng Xianjue relaxed a little, the rapidly inflated ghost aura would make him explode and die.

Cheng Weiwan only thought that Meng Xianjue was walking on thin ice, but in fact, in places he didn't know, Meng Xianjue even had his feet in the air, walking on the tip of a knife.

Cheng Weiwan asked him: "Where is the evil song from Tianyin? Today I will help you avoid future troubles forever."

Meng Xianjue's lips trembled violently, his brain swelled and ached, as if it was about to explode, and with the help of ghost pupils, adding fuel to the fire, he licked his thirsty lips and said, "Senior, in my... In my pouch."

Without hesitation or delay, Cheng Weiwan decisively took out Meng Xianjue's spiritual pouch and concentrated on searching for traces of Tianyin's evil song.

Suddenly, Cheng Weiwan let out a "huh".

"Why is there still a spiritual sac inside the spiritual sac..."

Meng Xianjue's whole body froze suddenly, and he suddenly remembered that there were three other spiritual pouches in the spiritual pouch, and the things contained in those three spiritual pouches...

All kinds of pain and pain were entangled in Meng Xianjue's mind, and his ears were buzzing. These changes had almost taken away his sanity, and Meng Xianjue had no time to think about the consequences of being discovered by Cheng Weiwan. His voice darkened uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of darkness: "Don't touch them, Tianyin Xiequ is on the outermost side."

The voice was ferocious, a cruelty that Cheng Weiwan had never heard before.

Cheng Weiwan's hand had already touched the spiritual sac, and when he heard Meng Xianjue's deep voice, he was startled subconsciously, and explained in a daze, "I didn't want to open it, but they blocked my view, so I moved it..."

Huge coercion overflowed from Meng Xianjue's body, and the spirit pouch responded to the master's spiritual power, trying to drive Cheng Weiwan out of the pouch.

Meng Xianjue's words cannot be refuted: "Don't touch it."

Cheng Weiwan subconsciously withdrew her hand and looked at him in disbelief.

Seeing Cheng Weiwan's gaze, Meng Xianjue felt that all the strength in his body was drained at that moment, and he realized what he had said and done, and his voice softened: "Senior, Tianyin Xiequ is here Outermost."

Cheng Weiwan didn't want to admit that he was frightened for a moment.

That seems to be the innate deterrence and suppression of high-ranking people.

Cheng Weiwan felt ashamed and wronged, and was still a little puzzled, why Meng Xianjue could exude such an aura at such a young age.

At this time, he didn't have time to study it carefully, and he saw Tianyin Xiequ at a glance. Time was running out, and he only had time to say to Meng Xianjue, "Listen carefully, and write it down" and played the first score of Tianyinxiequ.

The reason why the Tianyin is evil and the music is evil is that this is not an ordinary score, and its tunes are both positive and evil, but it can only be opened once.

After opening it and then closing it, the words on that page will disappear.

This is why Cheng Weiwan asked Meng Xianjue to write it down carefully.He didn't intend to play all of them for Meng Xianjue. To help Meng Xianjue subdue the ghost pupils, the first score was enough.

And he didn't think that Meng Xianjue would be able to write down the entire score of Tianyin Xiequ at such a life-threatening moment.

Meng Xianjue was regretting his reaction just now, his heart was wavering, he vaguely heard Cheng Weiwan's exhortation in his ear, he was about to agree to it like rain, but he felt blurred in front of him, Cheng Weiwan turned around.

A melody of good and evil sounded, and the tune was strange, different from any one he had heard before.

But what was even more strange was that the moment the song played, Meng Xianjue felt the evil fire in his heart go out.

"What are you doing in a daze, run your spiritual power!"

Meng Xianjue subconsciously obeyed Cheng Weiwan's instructions, activated his already scarce spiritual power, and rushed straight to the Lingfu.

Ghost Tong's old and hoarse screams suddenly sounded in Meng Xianjue's head.

Cheng Weiwan chose to empathize with Meng Xianjue, that scream pierced his brain, as if it wanted to tear his eardrums and penetrate his brain.

Meng Xianjue was bleeding from the corners of his eyes, running down his cheeks, which was a bit scary.

Cheng Weiwan hesitated to speak, and wanted to reach out to wipe Meng Xianjue clean, but he was worried that his actions would distract Meng Xianjue, so he held back.

The first score of Tianyin Xiequ was playing all the time, and Meng Xianjue had a rally battle with the rioting ghost pupil in his body for nearly an hour.

In the end, he was covered in blood, and he collapsed on the bed weakly.

He succeeded.

But there is no half joy.

When Tianyin Xiequ had just played, his sight hadn't blurred yet, he could only see that beautiful silver-white ball dissipating in front of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand blankly, trying to grab the corner of the person in front of him.

But he caught nothing.

He could only watch the tall and slender figure gradually disappear from his field of vision.

He tried to shout in his head, but Cheng Weiwan didn't respond.He concentrated on sensing Cheng Weiwan's position and found that he had completely lost his way.

There was a sudden "thump" in his heart.

The senior was angry with him.

He is well aware.