A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

In front of Weiwan, he left in anger.

In this game, he will have to recover for at least another 2000 years.

After the Kunlun wood is separated from the body, it quickly decays and becomes a dead branch.

At the moment when the Kunlun tree left, Cheng Weiwan suddenly took off all the camouflage from his whole body, and as soon as he lost his strength, he collapsed to the ground.

Meng Xianjue rushed up quickly and helped Cheng Weiwa up, his clenched arms trembling uncontrollably.

It's just that he saw Cheng Weiwan's red toes from the cold at a glance, and almost subconsciously, he stretched out a hand to hold those glowing red toes in his palm, trying to warm them up.

Cheng Weiwan's consciousness was drowsy at first, but there was a voice next to his ear that kept harassing him, the voice was trembling, low, and there was a bit of rejoicing about his life after the catastrophe.

When he was about to wake up, Cheng Weiwan scolded in his heart: "Which fool is this?"

Then, when he opened his eyes, he saw a boy holding him tightly, his eyes were a little red.

Cheng Weiwan was shocked all over, and retracted his legs in an instant, but he didn't expect the wound to be pulled, he hissed, opened his eyelids, and said angrily: "Pick up the Kunlun wood, I'm fine, get out of here. "

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips silently, refusing to let go.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the blood of the two of them had gradually melted together.It's better to stay like this for a little longer.

"Hurry up, or the exit of the Life and Death Formation will be closed, and we will be too late."

Meng Xianjue silently agreed. He exhausted all the spiritual power in his body, so he tried his best to mobilize the ghost energy to teleport everyone present.But the only thing that hasn't changed is that he still hugs Cheng Weiwan tightly.

Cheng Weiwan was in pain and wanted Meng Xianjue to let go of himself, but when the words came to his mouth, he caught a glimpse of Meng Xianjue with tight lips, reddish eye circles, and a childish stubborn face, and he couldn't say those words.

And the three disciples felt the ghostly aura around them, screamed one after another, resisting Meng Xianjue's approach.

Meng Xianjue looked at them silently, silent emotions slowly brewing in his eyes.

The three of them froze, they didn't know what was waiting for them, so they could only freeze their bodies and let Meng Xianjue attack them.

However, Meng Xianjue didn't care about their reactions. He covered the bloody hole on Cheng Weiwan's shoulder with one hand, felt the thin body in his arms, his heart sank, ghostly aura erupted instantly, and a huge deterrent emerged. Take these three people and Ling Siyao away from the life and death formation.

It was still late at night, and the three fell into a hidden grass.

Meng Xianjue subconsciously put his body under Cheng Weiwan's body, while Ling Siyao rubbed his painful buttocks, and looked towards Meng Xianjue and Cheng Weiwan.

Those three people looked at Meng Xianjue tremblingly, not daring to move.

Cheng Weiwan jumped off Meng Xianjue in a hurry, and finally lost his footing, tripped over the flexible blade of grass, and wobbled as he was about to fall. Just fell into his chest.

Cheng Weiwan was a little embarrassed for a while, and didn't know what to say, so he could only hiss and heal himself.

Meng Xianjue has been silently watching from the sidelines, disregarding the confusion of ghost energy and spiritual energy in his body, as if he was stupid, he only knows to stare at Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan was a little uncomfortable, pushed Meng Xianjue away, he pursed his lips, coughed twice, wanted to tear off a strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes to bandage the wound, he just raised his hand, but Meng Xianjue grabbed it wrist.

He frowned and looked up.

"how?"

Meng Xianjue took out the wound medicine and gauze from his spiritual pouch, and carefully bandaged Cheng Weiwan. After a long time, he moved his lips, wanting to honestly explain to Cheng Weiwan the source of the ghost energy in his body, but the words were just brewing When he came out, he was interrupted by Cheng Weiwan: "Don't say that it was Neverland that infected you with ghost energy, I see that ghost energy is also growing in your spiritual mansion, have you... turned to the ghost way?"

Ever since Ling Siyao told him about Meng Xianjue's true identity, he has become much more confident in saying this.

But Meng Xianjue knew that his identity was exposed, so he didn't intend to quibble anymore. He just gently pulled his hand, which was not too late, feeling the cold and delicate skin in the palm, and said: "Senior once said that ghost cultivators are extremely vicious people. , does the senior also think that I am a ruthless person?"

Cheng Weiwan couldn't argue with his words, what he said at the beginning was just to please Meng Xianjue, to hug his thigh, who knew Meng Xianjue was a villain...

Still a villain who treats him so fiercely!

Meng Xianjue mistook Cheng Weiwan's silence for acquiescence, he sighed lightly, gently took Cheng Weiwan's hand, and said, "Senior, I respect you, you have seen my heart, I have killed indiscriminately innocent?"

Cheng Weiwan said: "There is no..."

"Senior, cultivators are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and ghost cultivators are not all vicious..."

Cheng Weiwan didn't have any prejudice when he said it, but now that Meng Xianjue mentioned it, he immediately felt that what he said was too much.

Meng Xianjue didn't wait for Cheng Weiwan to respond, the disordered aura and ghost energy in his body were tormenting him, and as if he had reached the limit of his patience, he frowned suddenly, vomited blood suddenly, and still looked up at him stubbornly: "Senior ,can you forgive me."

Meng Xianjue's dark and bright eyes were a little watery, and when he stared stubbornly at Cheng Weiwan, he was innocent and wronged.

Those eyes stared at Cheng Weiwan's heart suddenly.

He stammered a bit, explained clumsily and dryly: "Ghost sect is now in decline, if someone strays into it, wouldn't it be ruined here for the rest of his life? Those words are just to wake you up..."

"Distinguish between right and wrong, be vigilant, don't use evil bridges as a good way, as long as you know it in your own mind."

Meng Xianjue lowered his head, hiding his face in the shadows, with a smile on his lips.

It was like the triumphant smile of a victor when he showed off his feats.

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