A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Breathing became difficult, hands and feet became stiff, and the short path from the door to the low couch seemed to be a long distance from the sky to the center of the earth.

Meng Xianjue's hands and feet were cold in an instant, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he didn't dare to take a step even though the road was very short.

I am afraid that what I see before my eyes is an illusion, and what I think in my heart is false.

Crazy with one step, crazy with one glance.

The distant small couch, with the sun shining on it, became the biggest prison for him.

His timidity and guilty conscience were all isolated from the light.

Meng Xianjue clenched his fists secretly to stabilize his mood before he dared to send his wandering eyes into the room.

The boy on the bed did not sleep soundly, his brows were tightly frowned, and the end of his soft and silky white robe fell to the ground, forming a still painting.

Cheng Weiwan was about to curl up into a ball, and the severe pain was bothering him all the time, he was half asleep and half awake, only feeling as if a huge balloon had been put into his head, and the balloon had already inflated so much, But some people are persistently blowing air into it, as if they will not stop until the balloon bursts.

And at the moment when the Soul Locking Nail took effect, when Ling Siyao was exploring the terrain of Tianmen ten miles away, he suddenly felt a pulling force that he could not resist crazily pulling his scalp, Ling Siyao was shocked, at first He thought it was Cheng Weiwan who gave up on himself and did something that caused the whole world to collapse, but he managed to calm down and realized that it was not the turmoil of the whole world.

This tremor came from himself.

He was pulled towards the system space by a powerful pull, and he darkened his face, intending not to resist any more.

However, when he returned to the system space, he saw with his own eyes the whole process of Meng Xianjue dropping the soul lock on Cheng Weiwan on the huge fluorescent screen in the space.

He saw Cheng Weiwan's struggle and fear, and also saw Meng Xianjue's ruthless attack, every step was decisive and crisp.

At that time, he had no doubts—Meng Xianjue had thought that if he could kill the Chijin Beast with the Soul Locking Nail, then he would never show mercy.

Ling Siyao rushed out of the system space and appeared out of thin air like the wind. He stood in front of Cheng Weiwan, not giving an inch, in a completely protective posture.

At this moment, Meng Xianjue suddenly raised his head, and the two looked at each other, sparks crackled in mid-air.

Meng Xianjue said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Ling Siyao changed from his usual smiling appearance, and finally opened his eyes completely, the light in his pupils was surprisingly bright, showing a bit of arrogance, his voice was as cold as ice: "Meng Xianjue , do you know what you did just now?"

Meng Xianjue's face gradually sank: "Ling Siyao, get out of the way."

As soon as Meng Xianjue finished speaking, there was a heart-piercing coughing sound from behind him. Meng Xianjue wanted to check on Cheng Weiwan's situation. In an emergency, he couldn't tell Ling Siyao's intentions, so he had no choice but to contact Cheng Weiwan directly. Ling Siyao made a move, trying to break through Ling Siyao's line of defense.

Ling Siyao immediately connected to the system space, bought medicine for healing wounds in the mysterious shop in the system space, and fed it to Cheng Weiwan directly.

Unexpectedly, Meng Xianjue took advantage of this gap to sweep straight towards his head with a thin silver blade!

Ling Siyao met her gaze, her footsteps moved slightly, and she dodged Meng Xianjue's attack with an extremely treacherous movement.

"Meng Xianjue, are you crazy!"

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips and remained silent, and the attack speed in his hand became faster and faster, but Ling Siyao had already seen it.Meng Xianjue's moves today don't have a set pattern, it's more like a patchwork of moves, just to force himself back.

"Ling Siyao, who are you?"

This question made Ling Siyao stunned for a moment.

For Meng Xianjue, Ling Siyao really appeared out of nowhere, and the person who followed him inexplicably, acted without rules and without rules.

It's completely invisible.

But today, Meng Xianjue knows.

Ling Siyao came here for Cheng Weiwan.

This discovery made Meng Xianjue even more angry, he frowned: "Get out of the way."

"Why should I let it go?"

Seeing that the negotiation was fruitless, Meng Xianjue pursed his lips tightly and wanted to attack Ling Siyao. Zhu Wu was used to fighting to the death, and after feeling the murderous intent from his master, he became bloody, and the silvery sword blade was covered with a thin layer. bloody.

The ghostly aura spread throughout the house, except for the small couch that was carefully avoided.

It was like the only pure land not contaminated by blood on the bloody battlefield, with a small white flower blooming in the center.

The ghost energy is very easy to infect the wounded, if the ghost energy continues to spread, then Cheng Weiwan's treatment will come to naught.Meng Xianjue's so-called "be careful not to hurt Cheng before it's too late" will only turn into a knife hidden in cotton.

Ling Siyao frowned, and in a hurry, he only had time to buy a long sword from a mysterious shop. He tried his best to purify the aura around him, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of distrust for Meng Xianjue: "Meng Xianjue, you insist on killing him Can't you?"

In the urgent battle between the two, Meng Xianjue's usual calmness and composure seemed to have disappeared. His eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and the white figure was reflected in the black pupils.

There was a bit of trembling and bitterness hidden in his flat voice: "I never thought of harming him."

Never thought about it, it's just a trick of luck.

Ling Siyao sneered: "Master and servant brand, soul lock nail, did you take care of him when he was seriously injured, don't you want him to die?"

All of a sudden, the ghosts manipulated by Meng Xianjue rushed towards Ling Siyao crying and howling together, without hiding in it, it was like an earth-shattering blow.

Ordinary swords are no match for Zhu Wu's magical weapon at all, Ling Siyao barely took Meng Xianjue's half-stroke, the sword cracked, and then completely shattered in front of Ling Siyao.

The remaining blade still bears the strong momentum and flies straight in the direction of Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan is in danger.

Ling Siyao was shocked, he clenched the broken sword tightly, and wanted to knock the blade away, but his action was a bit late, and the broken sword was too short, so he forcibly missed the flying blade.

He really wanted to ask Meng Xianjue why he showed his sword in front of the wounded person's bed!

"Wanwan!" Ling Siyao lost her voice, an echo sounded in the narrow room, those ghosts giggled, the Shura Hell was nothing more than that.However, Cheng Weiwan was still in a coma, his brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't notice the outside world.

In an instant, the world suddenly became extremely still. Meng Xianjue surpassed the limits of his body and his martial arts. He grabbed half of the blade with flesh and blood alone.

The blade still carried a huge momentum, Meng Xianjue really used his strength when he grabbed it with his bare hands.

The sword blade cut Meng Xianjue's palm, the wound was deep enough to show the bone, and it took a while for the sticky blood to flow down his forearm to the ground, the pool of dark red blood, with some flesh and blood in it pieces.

Ling Siyao was a little surprised, he didn't dare to think how much pain he had to endure.

Meng Xianjue had no expression on his face. He slowly landed and stood firm, and lightly threw the blade to the ground, hearing a crisp "clang".

Ling Siyao couldn't help looking at Meng Xianjue's palm, blood dripped down his fingers, his entire palm was almost torn apart.

Ling Siyao silently looked at Cheng Weiwan, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Nourished by the master's blood, the radiance became even brighter, Meng Xianjue's voice was still steady: "What did you do to him just now?"

Ling Siyao turned her head slowly, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, like a mocking smile: "What did I do to him...Meng Xianjue, I should be the one asking you."

The light in Meng Xianjue's eyes flickered for a moment, and he seemed to have calmed down a little before he realized how unsteady his actions were just now. He was about to be overwhelmed by the huge self-blame and guilt, but his voice managed to calm down, and he asked, "What did you do?" how's it going?"

When he was speaking, he tried his best to look past Ling Siyao and look towards Cheng Weiwan.

Bloodshots ooze from the corners of Cheng Weiwan's mouth, her long eyelashes are curly and curly, covering her slightly pale face, two blotches of abnormal blush appear on her cheeks, her lips are dark red with a purplish color, her silver hair is almost He had to cover his entire face, which made him look a little sluggish.

The light in Meng Xianjue's eyes was much dimmer, the corners of his mouth were pressed down, his lips were pressed tightly, and he calmly called those ghosts back to Mingyue Tower on the Sea.

This action was quite costly, and Meng Xianjue's face turned pale.

The moment the group of ghosts disappeared, the entire hut returned to peace.

Ling Siyao took half a step to the side, just blocking Meng Xianjue's view of Cheng Weiwan, Meng Xianjue was forced to look at Ling Siyao, his eyes were gloomy and suspicious: "I'm asking you, how is he doing. "

"Thanks to you, my life is hanging by a thread," Ling Siyao said without showing any weakness, "You must know what the Soul Locking Nail is for, this kind of thing is extremely harmful to the soul, Meng Xianjue, you just want him to die on purpose. "

At this point, Meng Xianjue was taken aback, as if a fire was burning violently in his heart.

The scale of the fire was huge and powerful, and the moment it touched the wall of his heart, the burning pain and heat far exceeded his ability to bear.

He endured the burning of his heart and kept silent.

He knew the soul-locking nail's spell from beginning to end, he understood the pain and suffering of the soul-locking nail, he remembered everything about the soul-locking nail, but he only forgot the side effects of the soul-locking nail.

He was still conceited and thought he was infallible.

But judging by the results, he was dead wrong.

Because the Soul Locking Nail was originally used to punish prisoners, all the designs of the spell were designed to make the cursed person feel pain.

That kind of pain, life is worse than death, in addition to being unbearable, there is another point, that is, under the long-term corrosion of the spell, the soul has to endure the pain of torture all year round.

No solution, no resolution.

Although Meng Xianjue had put soul-locking nails on many people in his previous life, he never cared about the effect and function of the soul-locking nails, let alone using the soul-locking nails for red gold beasts was proposed by Xuanwei.

Xuan Wei's words were easily convincing, he was negligent for a moment... What negligence, Meng Xianjue raised the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating.

But I just didn't take it to heart...

Cheng Weiwan, Cheng Weiwan, Wanwan, Wanwan, the light that suddenly disappeared in the circle of life and death, the small beast that suddenly appeared beside the Kunlun tree, and even the familiar figure that suddenly appeared in the dining room.

With all the signs, he stubbornly and stubbornly believed that it was just a coincidence.

Stupid and blind.

Meng Xianjue stood stiffly on the spot, his whole body was about to drain out of blood, his right hand was gray and ugly pale, he knew that he was about to go crazy.

Suddenly, when the two were at a stalemate, a soft, slightly hoarse voice sounded in the ears of the two of them: "What are you doing?"

Ling Siyao raised her head suddenly as if she had been electrocuted: "Wan Wan!"

He immediately stepped forward to help Cheng Wewan, but Cheng Wewan shook his head slightly at him and pushed his hand away.

Cheng Weiwan rubbed his sore and dry eyes, endured a headache that was about to burst, stood up unsteadily, walked towards Meng Xianjue, and motioned, "Your hand is bleeding."

The moment Cheng Weiwan woke up, Meng Xianjue's eyes were glued to Cheng Weiwan's body and never moved away.

Every time Cheng Weiwan took a step closer to him, his mouth became more parched, his heart was restless, the line from the esophagus to his throat was sore and numb, his Adam's apple trembled up and down, he opened his mouth, his dry throat Difficult to say "predecessor... senior...".

The acid reflux in his stomach pouch constantly, the esophagus overflowed with sour and bitter liquid, and yet another knife hit his heart, the poisonous and corrosive liquid corroded his heart little by little, and gradually became hollow. nothing.

Cheng Weiwan held his bleeding hand in the next moment.

Meng Xianjue froze in place and forgot to think for a moment.

Cheng Weiwan squatted down, covering the bleeding hand with both hands, the dark red blood flowed down Cheng Weiwan's porcelain white wrist, and spread on his snow-colored robe.

"Why don't you treat the wound when you're injured?" The voice was gentle, which made it hard for Meng Xianjue to resist.

It was difficult for Meng Xianjue to think, he looked down at Cheng Weiwan with great effort, but for some reason, some water vapor appeared in front of his eyes, which made it difficult for him to see Cheng Weiwan's appearance clearly.

Cheng Weiwan raised his head, his clear and bright eyes were like precious rubies, his voice was still so calm, it was impossible to tell that he was enduring great pain, his expression was strange, and the tone of his words was not even half ups and downs.

"Meng Xianjue, I'm leaving, take care."

A buzzing sound echoed in Meng Xianjue's head, and suddenly, it exploded with a bang.

He understands it now.

Cheng Weiwan was about to leave him.

Never coming back.

作者有话要说：晚上九点还有一更~那个被抽中的小天使记得提供收货信息呀，留意一下站短感谢在2020-11-1821:01:22~2020-11-2010:52:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 taro ball;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Floating Wilderness; 2 bottles of Mumumumumuww and Tyrant; I will continue to work hard!