A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Blue veins protruded from the corner of Ling Siyao's forehead, and his teeth were about to be crushed: "Hold on firmly!"

Everyone tried their best to grasp or hug the immovable objects around them. Only Meng Xianjue, when he heard the word "hold on firmly", his first reaction was to hold on to Cheng Weiwan, who was wobbling by his side.

Cheng Weiwan was feeling dizzy, when suddenly a hand like an iron hoop supported him, making his whole body stabilize, and he was at ease, thankful that he didn't fall, raised his head and thanked: "Thank you..."

But he ran into Meng Xianjue's pair of cold pools that were staring deeply at him.

Frost air was lingering above the two cold pools, and everything around was frozen, but it seemed to lead him to a path where everything was evergreen, crisp, tender and colorful.

lure him deep.

Cheng Weiwan snapped back to his senses, but unexpectedly the words he wanted to say changed in his throat, he choked on him instead of uttering the words, Cheng Weiwan stretched out his hands and firmly grasped Meng Xianjue's forearm, coughing His cheeks and neck were red and bloody.

Ling Siyao heard Cheng Weiwan's heart-piercing cough in the front, and he was still struggling with the little spirit boat's operating panel, and he still managed to separate himself, and shouted: "Are you all right, Wanwan?"

Cheng Weiwan stroked his chest and waved at him.

Meng Xianjue always stood by his side, and when the spirit boat bumped, he would firmly protect him, as if he was ready for battle.

But this spirit ship is really too small, even if Ling Siyao buys props to expand the capacity of the spirit ship in the system space with points, it will not help. The spirit ship is already overloaded, and there are so many ghost corpses hanging outside, it cannot be opened at all.

But the only good thing is that Cheng Weiwan put a very strict restriction on this spirit ship. As long as the people inside don't break through from the inside, the restriction will not collapse, and people outside will never be able to enter.

Those ghost corpses were nothing more than holding the wheels to grind the tires of the spirit boat, and they couldn't do anything else.

Cheng Weiwan was a little proud, her little nose almost turned up to the sky, as if to say: "Look, they can't do anything about this spirit ship, I set the restrictions outside..."

But his little expression didn't last long, when suddenly the whole spirit ship trembled violently, everyone bumped their heads and stumbled, and a large piece fell down when they fell.

Ling Siyao's hair was blown up by his scratching, he broke down and shouted: "What's the matter?"

A disciple near the window struggled to get up and looked at the situation outside, his face was serious, and he shouted: "For some reason, the restriction has been broken, and those ghost corpses are hitting the door..."

Hearing this, Cheng Weiwan's elated face immediately collapsed.

Meng Xianjue suppressed a smile, and gently stroked Cheng Weiwan's back with his palm, as if smoothing the fur of a small animal.

The whole spirit ship let out several violent buzzing sounds as if it was dying, and finally turned off under the weight far beyond his ability to bear and the double oppression of Ling Siyao.

Ten of them belonged to a boat, and they were forgotten by the heavens in the boundless tide of ghost corpses, unable to escape with their wings.

Ling Siyao sat paralyzed on the chair, completely silent.

The violent knocking and roaring outside the spirit ship shocked their eardrums, but strangely, none of them were afraid or showed any emotion of retreating. On the contrary, they were full of fighting spirit.

They had already sacrificed their natal weapons, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Cheng Weiwan's expression gradually became serious.

Even if everyone has the will not to be afraid of death, even if he and Meng Xianjue have spirit guns and can kill with one blow, but there are too many ghost corpses, and the roar of ghost corpses will attract their companions, In other words, the ghost corpses in the entire Changyang Mountain area are moving towards them.

Cheng Weiwan sighed softly and shook his head.

In an instant, the door of the spirit boat failed to withstand the attack of the ghosts and shattered into pieces. The ghosts rushed in, and Meng Xianjue subconsciously stood in front of Cheng Weiwan...

Cheng Weiwan patted him on the back, Meng Xianjue blasted a ghost corpse's head with a blow from the gun, then turned his head, the killing intent and coldness in his eyes subsided in an instant, and said softly: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Weiwan saw the changes in Meng Xianjue's eyes exactly, he choked for a while, and then said: "Get out of the way, you have affected the speed of my sword."

Meng Xianjue smiled: "Okay."

Everyone guarded the spirit boat, but it was hard to resist the wheel battle. They were exhausted, their eyes were blood red with anger, but they had no strength in their bodies, no spiritual energy in the spirit mansion, and cracks in their natal weapons. It was difficult for them to fight again.

However, there are endless ghost corpses, and Meng Xianjue's face is serious. Just as he was about to summon the Mingyue Tower on the Sea, he suddenly heard a voice from outside the spirit boat: "Stop struggling, you will be killed by these ghost corpses sooner or later, it is better to put down your weapons as soon as possible." , save some effort."

This voice sounded harsh and hateful, causing all the disciples to look up.

It's Zhang Chengcan.

Zhang Chengcan flew the spirit boat at low altitude, one was the height that the ghost corpse could not reach, and the other was the height that just did not trigger the air-to-air ban in the jurisdiction of Changyang Mountain.

All the disciples responded to him by angrily and with all their strength, they slashed the ghost corpses rushing up three times in a row, beheading several ghost corpses in one fell swoop.

As if trying to prove something.

Cheng Weiwan's heart suddenly tugged.

For no reason, he had a premonition that Zhang Chengcan was going to do something he didn't expect.

Sure enough, after seeing the futile resistance of these disciples, Zhang Chengcan sneered: "Even if you can do this, so what? Aren't you going to end up dead without a place to die?"

All the disciples responded to him by fighting more vigorously with the ghost corpse.

Zhang Chengcan's smile was even more sarcastic, one side of his mouth almost slanted to the corner of his eyes, and he said with a sinister smile, "Are you all tired, are you in despair, do you think those ghost corpses are endless?"

A disciple finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted into the air: "Shut up!"

Zhang Chengcan laughed arrogantly and wildly: "Let me tell you a way, a way that can completely get you out of this crisis!"

"Zhang Chengcan, I respect you as senior brother on weekdays, do you think you can really be compared with senior brother Meng! If you weren't lucky enough to be accepted by Master Xuanwei, who do you think would pay more attention to you?" A disciple was angry He raised his head and refuted Zhang Chengcan.

Zhang Chengcan's voice paused for a brief moment, but then he smiled and said, "That's natural, your Senior Brother Meng is Wusuo Hengjiang - one of the top talents in Tianlu, how can I compare... But I I still want to remind you."

His whole face was full of smiles: "I have a way to keep you from turning into ghost corpses even if you are bitten..."

This sentence immediately attracted the attention of all the disciples, and the movements of attacking the ghost corpse in their hands obviously slowed down.

Obviously, he has already started to listen to Zhang Chengcan's words.

Meng Xianjue's face also became a little dignified. He had been secretly watching Cheng Weiwan, and when he saw Cheng Weiwan's expression changed, he immediately said, "Senior, don't worry..."

Cheng Weiwan felt that he had already guessed what Zhang Chengcan was going to say, his face darkened, and he murmured: "Zhang Chengcan, he wanted to say...the red gold beast..."

On the other side, Zhang Chengcan laughed treacherously: "The blood of the red gold beast can detoxify all kinds of poisons and prevent all poisons from invading. Don't you all know that?"

A disciple immediately responded: "Zhang Chengcan, you are outrageous. Of course we know about the golden blood, but what you said is tantamount to farting! How can we get the golden blood at this juncture?"

During their back and forth, Cheng Weiwan already knew what Zhang Chengcan wanted to say, his face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.

He didn't expect... He didn't expect...

Standing beside him, Meng Xianjue could clearly feel his fear. He took a step towards Cheng Weiwan and quietly wrapped his arms around him.

He felt Cheng Weiwan's body temperature, he felt Cheng Weiwan's slight trembling, his heart softened, he lowered his voice, and said softly: "Senior, Zhang Chengcan can't touch you, you are mine..."

Although Cheng Weiwan was a little distracted, he still heard what Meng Xianjue said in his ear, and he suddenly looked up when Meng Xianjue was speaking halfway.

Receiving Cheng Weiwan's gaze, Meng Xianjue changed his subject: "... How could my senior be controlled by Zhang Chengcan?"

Cheng Weiwan lowered his head and listened intently to Zhang Chengcan's words.

Zhang Chengcan's voice calmed down, with a bit of joking, pretending to be surprised: "You don't know... there is a red gold beast beside you."

All the disciples were in an uproar, and a few clear-headed disciples shouted: "Zhang Chengcan, why are you teasing us again? Since you intend to die, then we don't need to listen to any more words from you!"

"No, no, no," Zhang Chengcan raised his chin slightly towards Cheng Weiwan, "Did you see that white-haired one?"

The three words "white hair" are like a needle, just piercing a small crack in their originally impenetrable heart wall.

As we all know, the Chijin Beast's fur is silvery white and translucent, and its pupils are red.

All the disciples suddenly turned their heads and stared at Cheng Weiwan

Cheng Weiwan, with silver hair and red pupils, stood there in a snow suit, as beautiful and light as the darling of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a ghost lost its restraint. He rushed forward and tightly bit the hand of a disciple.

The disciple let out a scream, and all the disciples moved away from him in horror, but suddenly remembered what Zhang Chengcan said...

Finally, a disciple tremblingly opened his mouth and looked at Cheng Weiwan: "Excuse me, may I ask... are you a red gold beast?"

Meng Xianjue suddenly tightened his hand, holding onto Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan gently closed his eyes, then nodded slightly.

The disciple who was bitten trembled all over, held his hand, and looked at Cheng Weiwan in despair.

The surrounding silence was a bit terrifying, a silence that could almost hang a living person.

Cheng Weiwan reluctantly closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

Suddenly, Ling Siyao roared loudly: "Wan Wan!"

Cheng Weiwan turned his head suddenly, but at this moment, he saw Zhang Chengcan holding a sharp prismatic blade, piercing his heart.

He wanted to move, but couldn't. Meng Xianjue next to him didn't move, and the disciples around him all opened their mouths ridiculously. Their movements were all like slow-moving movies, frame by frame. The ground is moving.

Only he and Zhang Chengcan were not affected.

At this time, only six words came to Cheng Weiwan's mind: Time Pause Props.

Zhang Chengcan, who is he?

The sharp blade pierced Cheng Weiwan's chest, and at the same time, time resumed flowing again. Meng Xianjue saw the blood-stained clothes of the person beside him, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions of shock and murderous intent, and his face Distorted, with hatred and pain that nothing can bury, Zhu Wu suddenly got out of the sheath and chased after Zhang Chengcan.

Zhang Chengcan's ferocious laughter echoed throughout the spirit ship. He closed his eyes with a solemn expression, like a god descending to save the world, walking towards the bitten disciple with blood on his sword, and pouring out the crimson gilt like alms. Jin's blood dripped onto the disciple's wound.

A miracle happened.

The wound was healing, the disciple stopped convulsing, and his face gradually returned to normal.

Zhang Chengcan raised his arms high and shouted: "Miracle!"

He tried to make himself respond to everything, but the fire was obviously not enough at this time, those disciples looked at him silently, Zhang Chengcan felt no embarrassment at all, he withdrew his hand and smiled softly.

"Moreover, the red gold blood can not only detoxify, but also prevent poison. If you have not been bitten, drink a little red gold blood. When you are bitten, you will not be injured. Hurry up and go..."

At the end of the speech, Zhang Chengcan's strange laughter of "Jie Jie" came to the end.

Cheng Weiwan's face was pale, he covered his bleeding wound, and raised his head weakly, but saw

The rest of the disciples, as if under a spell, had surprisingly similar expressions, all raising their weapons high and pointing at themselves.