A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

After Cheng Weiwan left, Meng Xianjue had one last thought in his mind.

If the senior is angry, he will chase him back, but if he can't find him, he will turn the world upside down. If he is still angry with him, he will try his best to bring him back and lock him in the cave... ...No, if you can bring it back to the Meng family...

Meng Xianjue gradually lost consciousness, but his last thought was still that he couldn't just lose Cheng Weiwan like this.

He didn't know that he would sleep for two full days in this coma.

Cheng Weiwan felt that he had a splitting headache. He tried for a long time to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't.

His hands and feet couldn't be controlled, and every time he moved, he felt extremely sore. This feeling was the same as when he finally encountered a weekend in the real world and lay on the bed for 24 hours in anger.

But now it feels like lying down for more than 240 hours.

Cheng Weiwan moved his body, but found that his hands and feet were not so agile, and he couldn't control them, he barely supported his neck, and tried to look up, but he didn't expect to hear: "Don't move, be obedient, be honest. "

This voice was very unfamiliar to him, and he had hardly heard it before, but a name flashed in his mind, and then hit him like an overcurrent.

Xuanwei.

How could I be here with Xuanwei?Identified?Or did Xuan Wei find him out through the system space?

So awesome! ? ? ?

He felt himself being held in Xuanwei's arms, and his back was gently stroked, which made him relax his vigilance little by little, and gradually felt drowsy.

He opened his mouth to yawn, but unexpectedly he said "Aw~"

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Gently and slender fingers gently stroking the hair on his back, and he softly ordered: "Go and call the foresight, after so many days of rest, I have recovered."

Xiaodao Tong saluted and went out with small steps.

Most of Cheng Weiwan's drowsiness disappeared, and a chill gradually crept up his back.

Could it be that his soul returned to the body of the red gold beast?

This is not a good thing for him now.

Meng Xianjue didn't keep them waiting for too long, after a while, a young figure walked in following the guidance of the little boy, Xuanwei supported the little red gold beast with one hand, and landed on the Xuyin barrier.

Meng Xianjue glanced indifferently at the little red gold beast, then at Xuanwei, and nodded: "Master."

Xuan Wei smiled lightly: "Don't worry, this little beast doesn't understand spirituality, so don't worry that it will understand."

"His soul has been recovered?"

"Yes, but its body is weak and its soul is unstable. It must be done with the Locking Soul Nail. I simply lured its soul back, and it won't last long. As for whether to use the Locking Soul Nail, I have decided to use the left and right spells." It's ready for you, let's think about it."

Meng Xianjue became suspicious: "Master, how did you summon its soul?"

Xuan Wei touched a knotted knot on the little red gold beast's fur, frowned slightly, and said, "I'm also a little puzzled, at first I tried countless times to summon spirits but ended in failure, but this time it didn't cost much. Strength, as if guided by something, succeeded once."

The strong are always proud, they hate the feeling of being out of control, and Xuanwei is no exception.

Meng Xianjue glanced at the little red gold beast with protruding ears, the light in his eyes was dark and unpredictable.

Cheng Weiwan felt that he was being watched, he raised his head subconsciously, and happened to meet Meng Xianjue's eyes.

Meng Xianjue was much haggard, his complexion was not even as good as when he just came back from Boundless Sea.

Cheng Weiwan was worried that Meng Xianjue would not recognize him, so he cautiously gave him an "ow".

Unexpectedly, the sound had the opposite effect, Meng Xianjue looked away instantly, leaving him with a cold profile.

Xuan Wei smiled lightly: "Xuejue, this little thing quite likes you."

Meng Xianjue obviously didn't like what Xuan Wei said, so he pursed his lips tightly and said, "Master, is there anything else going on today?"

Xuan Wei put the little red gold beast down, and the little red gold beast couldn't stand still, and fell limply on the ground, the fluff on the meaty buttocks trembled a few times.

Cheng Weiwan felt extremely ashamed, tried desperately to stand up but her limbs were weak, she couldn't support her fat body at all, her feet slipped on the ground, and finally she fell limply to the side.

The little boy next to him kept staring at him, finally couldn't hold back his laughter, couldn't bear to look any longer, bent down and hugged him in his arms, comforting him gently.

Cheng Weiwan put his chin on the boy's shoulder, squinted his eyes, stared at Xuanwei and Meng Xianjue, and listened to their conversation openly.

Xuan Wei said sternly: "There is indeed one more thing, the teacher didn't tell you."

"Master, please speak."

"Xuejue, the Huanyan Holy Market has opened, have you heard of it?"

This year, it was Jianzong's turn to master the secret key, open the secret realm, and gather disciples from various sects to hold a trial meeting this year.

Tianmen, as the top sect in Jianzong, must be the main force, but the danger is unknown.

The Huanyan Holy Market is opened every ten years, and it is also a secret place where many casual cultivators would rather lose their lives and try their best to participate.

After all, this is one of the few opportunities for casual cultivators to compete normally with the disciples of the sect with their background of no sect.

Meng Xianjue was a little distracted, he was silent for a while, and then said: "It's true, it's just that the disciple has lacked energy recently, so I don't have time to pay attention to it for the time being."

Xuan Wei said: "It's true that you have worked hard recently, but first, do you intend to participate in the Huanyan Holy Market?"

Meng Xianjue replied firmly: "Master, this opportunity is rare, and I am willing to enter the Huanyan Holy Market."

Xuanwei's eyes faintly revealed some worry.

"Then...Xuejue, have you been to Cheng Can's side?"

"The disciple has been there once."

"He...had realized it beforehand, and knew that it was too much for a teacher, but...can you bring your junior brother along?"

Speaking of this, even Cheng Weiwan, who has been out of the situation all the time, understood what Xuan Wei meant.

Now that Zhang Chengcan is locked in the sin tower, it has not been a year, but the opening of the Huanyan Holy Ruins is imminent, and Xuan Wei must not let Zhang Chengcan miss this opportunity. If he misses this time, Zhang Chengcan will have to wait For nine full years, in these nine years, if he lost to others from the beginning, even a genius would not be able to make up the gap.

Meng Xianjue raised his eyes: "Master, what are your plans?"

Cheng Weiwan's breathing slowed down a lot this time, his ears stood up sharply, and the fluff on them kept shaking, obviously eavesdropping.

Xuan Wei smiled tolerantly: "I plan to exercise some privileges and bring him out of the sin tower first. As for those objections, I will give Tianmen an explanation at that time."

Meng Xianjue hid the dim light in his eyes, and said softly: "Everything is under the arrangement of Master."

The more Cheng Weiwan listened, the more puzzled he became, and the more he listened, the more confused he became, until he was completely at a loss in the end, and it didn't match the plot of the original book.

Xuan Wei said: "Xuejue, just take a good rest these few days, the Huanyan Holy Market is expected to open in five days, and it will last for a month, so don't worry too much, your strength is far beyond your peers. "

"Master Miao Zan, if there is nothing else, the disciple will retreat first and go back to prepare for the Huanyan Holy Market."

"Wait a minute, Xunjue, aren't you going to take this little red gold beast back?"

Meng Xianjue paused, staring at the little Chijin Beast curled up in the boy's arms, his lips moved: "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

These words really don't sound like sincere thanks.

Xuanwei glanced at him suspiciously, and reminded Meng Xianjue to remember to ask Xiaoshou to recognize his master and let him go.

Meng Xianjue picked up the little beast and left without looking back.

Cheng Weiwan was held in Meng Xianjue's arms, and he could see every subtle expression on his face very clearly.

Therefore, he saw that Meng Xianjue's calm face just now turned gloomy and indifferent the moment he walked out of Xuanwei's room.

Cheng Weiwan froze.

The corners of Meng Xianjue's lips pressed down, and his pupils seemed to be filled with ice and snow. He just pinched the back of the Chijin Beast with two fingers, as if touching the fur of the Chijin Beast would stain his hands.

Then, without mercy, he threw the little red gold beast that was still unable to stand firmly into the spirit bag.

Ordinary spiritual sacs cannot store living things, but Meng Xianjue added a few spells to the space compression formation of the spiritual sac, and was able to put some small-sized living things in a short time.

But only for a short time.

Because the formation in the spiritual sac is a highly compressed space, the living creature stays inside for a long time, if the owner forgets, then the living creature will only be sucked dry of spiritual power and flesh and blood, and crushed into a pie.

Cheng Weiwan was thrown into the spiritual sac, bumped into a hard alchemy cauldron with his back, stared at him, and it took him a while to recover.

But in an instant, he remembered that Meng Xianjue was looking into his eyes.

His eyes were full of hostility.

It was difficult for Cheng Weiwan to understand where Meng Xianjue's hostility towards him came from, and in this space, his soul was imprisoned to death, unable to communicate with the outside world at all, the only place where he could place his hope was the system space.

But the system space can only help him communicate with 041...

If there was still a thread in the connection between him and Meng Xianjue before, but now, the thread has been completely broken.

Cheng Weiwan sighed deeply, and looked around vigilantly at the dark surroundings, his heart turned cold in an instant.

In desperation, he could only find a corner to curl up first.

Meng Xianjue's face was terribly gloomy.

He felt that the two fingers he touched the Chijin Beast just now were terribly dirty.

A black storm gradually brewed in my heart.

His purpose of bringing back the Chijin Beast was to preemptively prevent Zhang Chengcan from obtaining the Meng Family Spirit Beast.

But in his heart, he had a physical disgust for this spirit beast that obeyed Zhang Chengcan's orders.

Obviously everything belongs to the Meng family, and it is obvious that the Meng family has enshrined it for many years, but they follow Zhang Chengcan and recognize Zhang Chengcan as the master.

He feels sick.

Why don't you lock that disgusting red gold beast into the spirit bag and let it die in it.

The further Meng Xianjue walked, the more he felt that the dark storm in his heart was about to tear him apart. He wanted to talk to Cheng Weiwan, but he couldn't perceive Cheng Weiwan's existence. The boundless sense of crisis made him sink into In a deep pit, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

Meng Xianjue dropped a barrier and called out in a low voice, "Wu Chong."

The violent hurricane blew, and when Wu Chong appeared, he felt that Meng Xianjue's body standing in the wind seemed to have become a little thinner.

"Lord."

"I asked you to investigate, do you have a clue?"

Wu Zhong did not hesitate this time, and nodded slightly: "I searched all the people named 'Cheng Weiwan' in Tianlu, screened them, and brought the few who best meet the requirements."

Although Wu Zhong said it lightly, it was not the case.

Silver-haired and red-eyed, most of the cultivators who have become obsessed with madness will experience this change, and even if they are not, they are mostly demons or demons.

Meng Xianjue rubbed the center of his eyebrows wearily, and said, "Bring it up."

No more, no less, six people.

Meng Xianjue sat on the chair, glanced over, and knew that these six people were not.

Tianlu is bright and smooth, neither demon cultivator nor ghost cultivator can survive. These six people have lived a life of wandering and hiding all their lives. They have never seen such a scene. They looked at Meng Xianjue with trepidation, and said nothing not come out.

Meng Xianjue lost the last of his patience, he raised his eyes to sweep, and the six people were so shocked that they didn't dare to look at Meng Xianjue again.

Wu Zhong knew at a glance that he had made a mistake, so he immediately took the six of them down and knelt down to plead guilty.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Wu Zhong only looked for those who are still living at the foot of the sky, not counting those who have already fallen, but they all know that someone like Cheng Weiwan who can casually take out a water-proof bead, and whose cultivation is superb, It is impossible to fall without a name left in the world.

Only at this moment did Meng Xianjue truly realize that

If Cheng Weiwan is determined to cut off contact with him, then he really has nothing to do.