A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

After this farce, the disciples around him subconsciously alienated Zhang Chengcan, and there was no little servant boy around Zhang Chengcan. He wanted to call a disciple to serve him, but he didn't expect that wherever his gaze swept, the gaze of the disciples would change. Get erratic, resist any contact with him.

Zhang Chengcan sneered, stood up by himself, and walked up to the crane.

Seeing Zhang Chengcan's movements from afar, Wei Jiuyang sneered.

Zhang Chengcan's trip is in danger.

It was already late at this time, and everyone was exhausted. After discussion, all the disciples decided to go on the road after dawn.Naturally, Meng Xianjue had no objection, he asked Zhu Wu to drink his own blood, and drew a big circle on the ground centered on He Luo.

This circle is similar to a protective barrier, as long as the people inside don't go out, no matter what is outside, it can't get in, and it can't cause harm to the people inside.Although it is much more troublesome than the enchantment, the scope of the enchantment is small and cannot accommodate so many people and such a large space.

Meng Xianjue found a quiet place with few people and lit a fire. The warm and jumping flames reflected Meng Xianjue's face like a piece of warm jade.

Meng Xianjue hesitated a little: "Senior, can you allow me to take off your coat?"

Cheng Weiwan's eyes followed Zhang Chengcan's figure, but he didn't hear Meng Xianjue's words at all.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes and waited quietly for a while, and found that Cheng Weiwan was still staring at that person. He lightly pursed his lips and moved half a step, just in time to block Cheng Weiwan's sight.

Cheng Weiwan originally wanted to stare at Zhang Chengcan's movements, wanting to see if he had any overreactions, but Meng Xianjue's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he immediately came back to his senses and asked, "What's the matter?"

Meng Xianjue still repeated the sentence: "Senior, can I take off your coat?"

Cheng Weiwan was actually a bit resistant, but he thought about it, if he couldn't be more frank, wouldn't it be more suspicious, so he calmed down immediately, and asked back: "How do you take the medicine if you don't take it off?"

The implication is that you are talking nonsense.

Seeing that Cheng Weiwan didn't care so much, Meng Xianjue was very nervous, his hands hidden behind the hem of Cheng Weiwan's clothes were trembling slightly.

Finally, as if he had convinced himself, he placed his hands gently and carefully on Cheng Weiwan's lapel devoutly, and muttered to himself, "I've offended you."

Ling Siyao stared from the sidelines.

Tangtang, the number one villain in the original book, Wusuo Hengjiang, the head of the Three Sages at the Foot of Heaven, is here with red ears, doing embroidery work carefully?

He didn't believe it.

But it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, after all, this happened right under his nose.

Cheng Weiwan saw Meng Xianjue's slow manner, as if his buttons were some kind of poison, Cheng Weiwan's patience was exhausted, and he felt annoyed, so he slapped Meng Xianjue's hand off, grabbed the buttons on the skirt by himself, and said, "Let me do it." .”

Cheng Weiwan's skin is fine and fair, his knuckles are delicate pink, and his slender fingers are resting on the buttons made of jade, which is a beautiful scenery.

Meng Xianjue stared at Cheng Wewan's movements, pretending to be calm, his eyes wandered following Cheng Wewan's movements, and when Cheng Wewan pulled the congealed blood on his clothes, because of too much movement, he accidentally threw the whole The collar was ripped askew, exposing a small piece of porcelain-white powdered collarbone.

Meng Xianjue hastily looked away, feeling his mouth dry.

Cheng Weiwan didn't know it, her silver-white hair fell down her shoulders, she gently wiped the blood on her neck with her fingers, and raised her eyes: "Is there a knife?"

Meng Xianjue has never felt so flustered. He looked away like a thief, and then moved back quietly. When he met Cheng Weiwan's gaze, he said awkwardly: "Why do you need a knife?"

Cheng Weiwan glanced at Meng Xianjue strangely: "The collar is stuck to the wound, I have to use a knife."

Meng Xianjue took out the delicate dagger in his sleeve pocket, lowered his eyes, not daring to meet Cheng Weiwan's eyes: "Let me do it."

Cheng Weiwan raised his chin slightly, signaling for Meng Xianjue to move.

Meng Xianjue held his breath and tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind, but the scenery in front of him was really irritating, he let out a breath, and spent half a cup of tea without tearing a small hole in the collar.

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Meng Xianjue couldn't do it at all, he put away the dagger, lowered his head, with a downcast look: "Senior, I'm really clumsy, let Ling Siyao come here."

Cheng Weiwan was about to let him leave and let Ling Siyao come, but when Meng Xianjue said that, he was embarrassed to say it.

Cheng Weiwan: "...you don't have to be scruples, just go ahead."

Meng Xianjue didn't seem to have a lot of psychological burden. As soon as Cheng Weiwan finished speaking, he clenched the dagger tightly. This time he was very serious. open.

Cheng Weiwan remained tense and persisted until the end, and finally let out a "hiss", and Meng Xianjue's hand cleaning his wound suddenly stopped.

Cheng Weiwan waved at him with a pale face: "It's okay, you continue."

Meng Xianjue looked up at him: "Be patient."

Cheng Weiwan nodded.

Ling Siyao hid in the system space and "tsk tsk tsk" while watching Cheng Weiwan's live broadcast, Cheng Weiwan only wished that he could get into the system space at this moment and grab Ling Siyao up and beat him up.

Finally, Meng Xianjue worked very hard to clean Cheng Weiwan's wound and apply the wound medicine. The wound was neatly bandaged, and Ling Siyao came back just in time, holding a clean coat in his hand.

Cheng Weiwan didn't notice Ling Siyao's return, he lowered his head slightly to try whether the bandage would affect his normal lowering or speaking, and just when he lowered his head, Ling Siyao was about to put on his coat.

Meng Xianjue has quick eyesight and quick hands, quickly took off his coat, rushed ahead of Ling Siyao, folded his hands in front of Cheng Weiwan, and put the coat on him.

"Senior, Fengliang, put on some clothes for now."

Cheng Weiwan looked up: "Thank you."

Ling Siyao: "..."

From the corner of Cheng Weiwan's speech, he caught a glimpse of Ling Siyao standing there dryly, holding a coat in his hand, with complex eyes.

Cheng Weiwan looked at Ling Siyao and wondered, "Why are you standing here?"

Ling Siyao swallowed thousands of words and turned them into an aggrieved sentence: "It's okay, let's see how your situation is going."

Cheng Weiwan frowned: "Then why are you holding a piece of clothing in your hand?"

Ling Siyao swallowed her anger: "It was sprinkled with water just now, I held it up and let it dry."

Cheng Weiwan cast a sick glance at Ling Siyao, moved his neck, but vaguely smelled a thick and steady fragrance from the top of his coat.

After carefully distinguishing it, Cheng Weiwan discovered that this fragrance was smoked from many kinds of rare and expensive spices.

He roughly calculated that the total price of spices for such an incense burner by Meng Xianjue could almost cover the expenses of a small sect for a year.

There's just something wrong.

At this time in the original book, Meng Xianjue was still a frugal and hardworking child. He was driven out of heaven and became a ghost cultivator before abandoning himself and changing his previous appearance.

Cheng Weiwan only kept this difference in his heart, but didn't point it out, he got up and was going to grill some meat by the fire.

Ling Siyao knew him well, knew that Cheng Weiwan was hungry, so he put his coat into his spiritual pouch, stood up, and went to get skewered fish or meat back, but when he just stood up, he realized that he was still too late step.

Meng Xianjue was already ahead of him, and asked Cheng Weiwan to sit back where he was. At the same time, his hands were already full of fish and meat grilling on the fire, and he even brought back a sweet potato.

At the same time, he also received an unfriendly look from Meng Xianjue.

Those eyes were part warning, part demonstration, and part self-satisfied...?

Ling Siyao: "..."

What are you doing, fighting for favor?

OK, you win, you guys talk.

Ling Siyao swallowed and said goodbye to the two of them, saying that she still had things to do.

With his head down, Meng Xianjue was gently using a knife to slice the roasted tender and moist meat into thin slices, and then handed it to Cheng Weiwan, pretending to be completely ignorant of the surrounding situation.

Cheng Weiwan was a little puzzled: "Come over and eat some?"

Ling Siyao shook her head: "No, I'll go out and see if there are any ghost corpses around, and find some supplies by the way, as long as you eat it, don't worry about me."

Seeing that Ling Siyao really insisted, Cheng Weiwan no longer insisted, but it was a bit awkward for him to be alone with Meng Xianjue.

However, Meng Xianjue has really helped him a lot today, and he has to remember these kindnesses.

Cheng Weiwan endured the discomfort in his heart and sat quietly.

Meng Xianjue was silent all the time, Cheng Weiwan couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere, seeing the meat and fish fed to Meng Xianjue, as well as the sweet and hot roasted sweet potatoes, he swallowed dissatisfied, and couldn't help but feel the pain in his stomach. In spite of his hunger, he still threw the piece of meat in front of him into his mouth.

good to eat!

Cheng Weiwan ate happily, his red eyes lit up, he suddenly felt a little awkward in the atmosphere, and then remembered that Meng Xianjue hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, he coughed slightly uneasy: "This time I went to Changzhou Yangshan, what are you going to do?"

Meng Xianjue carefully cut the meat, and replied in a low voice: "It would be great if we can control the scope of the ghost corpse's development and wipe it out all at once."

Cheng Weiwan nodded slightly.

It's cold.

Cheng Weiwan ate the meat seriously, Meng Xianjue cut the meat seriously, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Cheng Weiwan stopped, and he said: "I'll call Ling Siyao back..."

The knife in Meng Xianjue's hand stopped suddenly, he turned his head, looked into Cheng Weiwan's eyes, and asked: "May I take the liberty to ask how is the relationship between Senior and Ling Siyao? I see that Senior has a lot of preferences for Ling Siyao... ..."

Cheng Weiwan reluctantly chewed this mouthful, swallowed it, and recalled the many cares Ling Siyao had given him during this period, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Indeed, but it's not just Ling Siyao, I was also kind to you. Many favored..."