A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Ling Siyao heard the piercing siren from the system space, and reminded Cheng Weiwan in a low voice: "The zombies are coming."

Cheng Weiwan turned his spiritual power into a sword, and with all his energy, he said, "I saw it."

As soon as the words fell, a ghost rushed towards him with a roar, Cheng Weiwan raised his sword to block it, the ghost didn't know how to hide, the blade was lying in front of him, he only knew to rush forward, as long as his sharp teeth moved forward a little bit He can bite tightly and tear a piece of flesh from Cheng Weiwan's neck.

Cheng Weiwan reluctantly freed a hand to touch the blunderbuss in his spiritual pouch, he tilted his head slightly, pinning his hope on Ling Siyao, trying to make Ling Siyao delay for a while, but Ling Siyao's The combat power was almost zero, he swung the sword in a strange way, but it was just a drop in the bucket, and he wasted energy in vain by swiping the sword, and even pierced his own foot with the tip of the sword...

Cheng Weiwan couldn't bear to look directly, and suddenly felt a headache. His sword was being pressed lower and lower by the ghost. After touching the spirit gun, his left hand was pressed so hard that he couldn't use any strength. He could already feel the roar of the ghost. The foul-smelling saliva splashed on his cheeks.

At the very moment, a spirit flow missile that vibrated the air suddenly shot out from behind his ear. This spirit flow was highly compressed before it was launched, so that after the launch, it carried the power to burn the air and rubbed against his chest. The cheek, in the blink of an eye, sank into the brow of the ghost.

The ghost corpse had no time to scream and cry out in pain. It was shot through the head by this huge spiritual flow, and the dead brain occupied by the toxin lost its activity again. Can't move.

With lingering fear in his heart, Cheng Weiwan wiped the blood off his cheek, turned his head, and wanted to thank Meng Xianjue, but when he turned around, he saw Meng Xianjue standing far behind him, smoke was still flying from the bullet, but his eyes were heavy Ning, didn't look anywhere, only stared at the spirit gun in Cheng Weiwan's hand.

Cheng Weiwan didn't think of anything at first, but because he and Ling Siyao sorted out some strange things they encountered in recent days, he suddenly felt that Meng Xianjue's eyes staring at the spirit gun in his hand were really strange .

Before, he simply thought that Meng Xianjue was affected by the abnormal data flow, but now he can see it from Meng Xianjue's confused and dazed eyes... time appeared.

Meng Xianjue, is he abnormal data flow?

But now is not the time for him to speculate on Meng Xianjue's identity. The ghost corpses around him are staring at him, and all the disciples are wailing and screaming. Pop the ghost's head off.

Meng Xianjue and Cheng Weiwan cooperated tacitly, but within a short period of time, they cleaned up the surrounding ghost corpses, and the rest were those disciples who were unfortunately bitten by ghost corpses and turned into ghost corpses.

Meng Xianjue brought a total of twenty disciples back, but less than ten were able to bring them back.

But there is no way, those disciples who have become ghost corpses cannot be kept alive, let alone maintain the status quo. The surviving disciples know the priorities of the matter, but their eyes are red, and some are secretly wiping tears.

Among those ghost corpses are their friends, brothers, and relatives. Now, they can only watch them be executed with their own eyes.

Meng Xianjue suddenly felt that the spirit gun in his hand weighed a thousand catties.

But there is no way.

The only thing he can do is to go to Changyang Mountain as fast as possible, so that the range of ghost corpses will not spread, so that this kind of life and death will never happen again in this land.

A group of ten people brought the collected supplies and rushed back to the place where they were stationed before it was completely dark.

Wei Jiuyang was in charge of guarding. He was anxiously guarding the circle, but when he saw a small group of people coming back from a distance, his eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly opened the restraint of the protection circle.

Suddenly a disciple came over with a gloomy face, and pressed his hand: "Wei Jiuyang, what are you doing?"

Wei Jiuyang frowned: "Brother Meng and the others are back, let me open up the circle."

This disciple has drooping eyebrows, dull eyes, acne on his face, a small goatee on his chin, and a mean look: "What kind of circle are you opening? Look at them, are they still human!"

Wei Jiuyang was startled by these words, loosened his hands, looked up, and found that the number of people had been reduced to half, their clothes were covered with blood and mud, and the disciples shook slightly when they walked, obviously after a fierce battle.

Everyone in that team looked sluggish, and they were walking towards the protective circle.

The disciple stared into Wei Jiuyang's eyes: "Can you be sure that they were not bitten? Even if they don't want to harm us, then can you be sure that they were not bitten without their knowledge?"

Wei Jiuyang looked at Meng Xianjue who was walking towards this side, and then looked behind him, staring at his disciples with hatred on his face, his heart was chilled, and he couldn't move.

There was a smile on the corner of the disciple's lips: "I don't mean to let them fend for themselves outside, at least their business is still valuable, the big deal is to let them station outside the protection circle, and then we will send people to take the supplies Come in..."

Wei Jiuyang suddenly sneered and looked up at him: "Not bad."

The disciple was proud: "I also think this is a good idea."

Wei Jiuyang's eyes suddenly turned cold, shining sharply, like a sword piercing the heart, firmly nailing the disciple in place: "Get out."

After speaking, it is necessary to open the protective circle.

But at this moment, four or five disciples came from behind Wei Jiuyang. Their faces were pale and ugly, but there was only one movement that was the same, pressing Wei Jiuyang's hand.

"Wei Jiuyang, there are only ten people outside, but you want to kill more than 50 of us."

"Wei Jiuyang, if you open the protective circle today, you will be a sinner of Tianmen."

"I am a sinner!" Wei Jiuyang resisted vigorously, "If Meng Xianjue can be saved, he can do more than fifty of you alone!"

He can't resist four or five people by himself. If he speaks out his throat and wears his lips, those disciples will not let him go as if they are determined.

"Jiuyang."

Wei Jiuyang suddenly heard someone calling his name, he stopped struggling, turned his head, and happened to see Meng Xianjue outside the circle, looking at him fixedly.

"Get supplies."

One sentence brought Wei Jiuyang to the brink of collapse again. Like a newborn calf, he used both hands and feet, and even pushed his head away from those disciples who tried to restrain him. He ran to Meng Xianjue with all his strength, and gritted his teeth: "Senior brother!"

What responded to him was a box of sorted supplies thrown by Meng Xianjue.

The box of supplies hit his chest, and his tears came out as soon as it hit.

Wei Jiuyang angrily threw the materials aside, wiped his tears and yelled at Meng Xianjue: "Brother, Zhang Chengcan deliberately arranged this, and he didn't even want you to come back!"

Meng Xianjue suddenly stopped his movements, looked at Wei Jiuyang, his eyes were full of sternness: "Wei Jiuyang, don't cry!"

"Brother!" Wei Jiuyang cried harder the more he was not allowed to cry. His sword energy surrounded his body and knocked away several disciples. No one dared to approach him anymore. Circle, then I will go out by myself, I will find you!"

"I can't stay here for a moment."

The protection circle is completely one-way, people inside can go out, but if people outside want to enter, they need the people inside to open the protection circle, which is similar to a one-way door.

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips, there was no light in his eyes, only darkness remained.

Without hesitation, Wei Jiuyang walked out of the protective circle. It wasn't until the moment he walked out that he realized that the air was fresh and the crescent moon hanging in the sky was bright and clean.

When he was in Tianmen before, Wei Jiuyang thought that he could live a good life alone. He grew up carefree in Tianmen. He was taught by his master and protected by his senior brothers. Brother Meng, who can stop children from crying like a wolf like a tiger, is actually not that scary.

He tried to get close to Meng Xianjue again and again, trying to influence him with his ignorance, thinking that Meng Xianjue had been walking alone in the Heavenly Gate, and one day he would be inseparable from himself.

Standing under the moon, he is as quiet as green pines and verdant cypresses, his figure is tall and straight, and his movement is like the sound of mountains and waves, and the ancient bells shake the sky.The boy's original heart is just showing his heart, it is a sword that has not yet been sharpened.

Wei Jiuyang now understands that he cannot do without Meng Xianjue.

Zhang Chengcan sat alone on the crane, watching this scene, quietly sneered.

But Wei Jiuyang wiped away his tears and walked unwaveringly towards Meng Xianjue. Halfway there, Meng Xianjue turned and left, leaving Wei Jiuyang with a cold and ruthless back.

Wei Jiuyang was still staring at Meng Xianjue's back, but suddenly he heard a clear and gentle voice asking him: "Are you Wei Jiuyang?"

He looked around, only to see a boy with silver hair and red pupils, with round eyes and a pool of water in his eyes, like a cute and warm puppy...

Wei Jiuyang searched all the faces in his mind, but he couldn't find Cheng Weiwan's identity, and he didn't remember that there was a silver-haired and red-eyed one among the disciples of Tianmen...the most beautiful person in the world.

Wei Jiuyang's ears turned red, and he didn't dare to look any further.

"Yes."

Cheng Weiwan turned his head to look at Meng Xianjue's figure, and said in a low voice, "This is equivalent to completely breaking the line with Zhang Chengcan, understand?"

Wei Jiuyang nodded firmly: "Whether I am right or wrong, I just want to follow Senior Brother Meng."

Cheng Weiwan sighed and patted Wei Jiuyang on the shoulder lightly.

Not far away, Meng Xianjue stopped and hid in the darkness. He turned his head, first saw the child whose tears were still wet, and then focused his eyes on the figure in the silver-haired snowsuit.

The cold pool in the eyebrows and eyes melted in an instant, warm and soft.

The scope of the protective circle is huge, and Meng Xianjue has consumed a lot of energy, almost unable to draw another protective circle. Cheng Weiwan was considerate of him, and raised his hand to drop a barrier. crowded.

It was night, and everyone was exhausted, so Wei Jiuyang suggested that he be in charge of the night watch.

The place where they are located is already extremely close to the source of the outbreak of ghost corpses. Once the ghost corpses appear, the power they can form cannot be underestimated. Wei Jiuyang is worried about ghost corpses sneak attacking, and he really wants to share something for Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue glanced at him lightly: "Pay attention to safety, don't push yourself alone."

Wei Jiuyang nodded: "Understood, brother."

Cheng Weiwan wasn't in the mood to watch the two senior brothers care about each other awkwardly, forming an enchantment, thinking that at least they could take a rest before dawn.

But no one thought that after everyone was asleep, a group of ghost corpses like an army would rush in. They seemed to be the evolved version of the ghost corpses without intelligence before, and they could have some judgment of their own. , Just like at this moment, they have no vision, no sense of smell, only hearing, they can judge the position of the prey by the slight sound, but when they reach the protection circle, they seem to know the danger ahead, and they all stop.

As if they had received some order, they spontaneously gathered into a group, like ants crossing a river. When the ghost corpses on the periphery approached the protection circle, they were willing to sacrifice themselves and find a good angle and timing. There is always a [-]% to [-]% probability Let the ghost in the middle enter the encirclement.

There was a disciple who was a light sleeper. When he heard the movement, he rubbed his eyes and sat up sleepily, but when he opened his eyes, under the moonlight, he met a salivating ghost.

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream in the protective circle.

This scream woke up all the disciples.

The disciple who woke up first screamed and completely enraged the ghost. He had nowhere to escape, and was caught and bitten by the ghost.

Led by the goatee disciple, they were so crazy that they were about to lose their minds, they all backed away screaming, but the bitten disciple didn't understand the situation, he still had consciousness, and cried to the goatee disciple for help.

The goatee disciple didn't care about him at all. Instead, he tried his best to hide behind the other disciples, and shouted out of composure: "Get out, get out!"

The disciple who was bitten was desperate, but he wanted to live. He had no way out, so he walked towards the goatee side staggeringly, while walking, his whole body twitched and murmured: "Help me...help me... ..."

The goatee grinned grinningly, and kicked the disciple out of the circle.