A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Ling Siyao detected the change in Cheng Weiwan's heart rate, and his complexion changed suddenly. He immediately stopped his funny performance outside, his eyes were fixed, and he was holding on to the door frame of the spiritual room. Vomiting, shouted: "Wanwan, what's going on?"

But at a glance, he saw Cheng Weiwan who was pale.

Ling Siyao just wanted to rush in immediately, but the rolling of the spirit ship at high altitude and the attack of the external spirit missiles all blocked his steps, causing him to hold on to a solid and immobile object, unable to move an inch.

Meng Xianjue hugged Cheng Weiwan tightly and leaned against the wall, relying entirely on the strength of his legs to stabilize his body. Amidst the billowing smoke, he raised his eyes, his eyes were as bright as fresh snow in early winter.

"He has a headache, what's going on?"

He suspected at first that it was the Soul Locking Nail, but he checked the half-life talisman on the back of Cheng Weiwan's neck and the back of his hand, they were all intact, and the sharp pain in his temple proved all the time that the half-life talisman is intact.

Cheng Weiwan's pain caused by the Soul Locking Nail was also continuously transferred to him.

Everything is normal, but why did Cheng Weiwan suddenly have such a severe headache?

It was only then that Ling Siyao realized that Meng Xianjue was talking to him, and he checked Cheng Weiwan's body again, and found that everything was as usual.

In a short time, Cheng Weiwan's heartbeat returned to normal.

Ling Siyao was stunned.

Cheng Weiwan felt that his headache was gradually reducing, and finally he regained consciousness, and found himself clinging to Meng Xianjue's arms like a rubber man, his ears turned red immediately, he opened his mouth and cleared his throat just as he was about to speak

A huge beam of light roared towards the entire little spirit ship with a heat wave that soared into the sky.

Due to the problem of direction and angle, it was only when Cheng Weiwan raised his eyes that he vaguely saw the flames that could almost burn them all into coke from the window.

His voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak for a while, so he could only push Meng Xianjue away with all his strength to make room for himself to cast the spell. Meng Xianjue was surprised when he realized that Cheng Weiwan had woken up , but the moment Cheng Weiwan pushed him away, the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "Wanwan?"

Cheng Weiwan pursed her lips and silently recited the familiar mantra. In an instant, there was the sound of water vapor condensing into ice.

In front of the spirit boat, a bright and beautiful arc-shaped ice shield appeared out of thin air, only a hair's breadth away, but in just one breath, the heat wave completely rushed onto the ice shield.

If the ice shield appeared one second later, these huge flames would pounce on the little spirit boat, burning them and the boat to ashes.

But even with the ice shield, the situation is not optimistic. The flame is not only powerful, but also has a strong force. When it first came into contact with the ice shield, it smashed the ice shield completely, and the aftermath even affected it. This small spirit ship, which was already dilapidated, was also shattered into fragments in this loud explosion. The three of them suddenly lost their support, and falling from a high altitude was their final result.

Gang Feng Lie Lie, like a knife, seems to be able to cut a person's face, Ling Siyao shouted: "Cheng Weiwan!"

When the spirit ship was about to explode, Cheng Weiwan happened to be hit by a place that fell from above, causing his whole body to lose control, and fell quickly from a high altitude.

It is difficult to adjust the body posture in mid-air, Ling Siyao hastily bought an emergency application prop from the system space, and when he was about to use it, he saw a person speeding past beside him.

The man was dressed in white clothes, and his black hair was flying in the air. The violent wind blew on his face, blowing all the strands of hair to the back of his head, revealing a resolute face.

It was Meng Xianjue.

Ling Siyao didn't seem to understand the definition of "a child favored by the Creator God" until now.

Meng Xianjue's bones, skin and flesh, as well as his movements and demeanor, and even the arrangement of his facial features, are all just right, precisely stepping on a value that can make people feel the most comfortable. .

At this moment, Meng Xianjue frowned, his eyes were sharp, and his whole person became extremely aggressive, showing a kind of shocking beauty.

Ling Siyao shook her head desperately to keep herself awake, but saw that Meng Xianjue turned the remaining spiritual power in his body into a force to force him to fall, and stretched out a hand, just wanting to grab Cheng Weiwan.

But his spiritual power consumption was too great, and he felt that his eyes were darkened, and he couldn't even see where Cheng Weiwan was, but he still did this, persistently chasing Cheng Weiwan.

Even if his eyes couldn't see, his heart knew where Cheng Weiwan was.

In the end, Meng Xianjue simply closed his eyes, desperately squeezed out the remaining spiritual power in his body, and used his wind and heart to perceive the direction Cheng Weiwan was in.

On Cheng Weiwan's side, it wasn't until Cheng Wewan had a gash cut on his face by Gang Feng that the faint pain woke him up.

He is falling.

If nothing else was done, he was going to die.

The word death brought him back to his senses in an instant. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and immediately pressed down on his body. The spiritual power exploded in his palm, forming an invisible cover, hanging in the air, covering Cheng Weiwan The wind slowed down his fall a lot.

And Meng Xianjue, hanging over his head, also followed closely, and the moment Cheng Weiwan slowed down, he firmly grabbed his hand.

Cheng Weiwan looked up in astonishment.

Time stands still for an instant.

The two of them held each other's hands subconsciously in the sky, and the black and silver hairs were entangled together in the strong wind, just like their destiny.

Meng Xianjue slowly opened his eyes, even though most of what he saw was covered by darkness, he recognized it.

White hair, red pupils, it's Cheng Weiwan.

Meng Xianjue used even more strength to pull Cheng Weiwan straight into his arms. Above the sky, this movement was very difficult, but Meng Xianjue overcame all difficulties, and it was only a matter of doing a little bit with Cheng Weiwan. Be careful with over-the-top hugs.

In an instant, the dazzling light was about to tear the sky apart, and the spiritual cannon shells seemed to explode right next to their ears.

The two of them were rushed away by the aftermath of the explosion, Cheng Weiwan looked back with lingering fear, and found that the place where the shell hit was exactly where he was originally.

Cheng Weiwan turned back, looked at Meng Xianjue's dull eyes, and waggled his finger slightly in front of him, only to find that Meng Xianjue didn't respond.

He was startled, but suppressed the tumbling in his heart, and thanked him.

The longer the delay in the sky, the greater the chance of them becoming living targets, Cheng Weiwan whispered in Meng Xianjue's ear, "Are you ready?"

Meng Xianjue's heart palpitated for a moment from the warm breath in his ear, and he grabbed Cheng Weiwan's hand unconsciously.

Cheng Weiwan's spiritual power was condensed in his palm, which turned into an ice-blue flame in an instant. With his palm facing down, the flame violently churned and produced some insignificant thrust, which slowed down their falling speed.

But they were delayed in mid-air for too long. After the thrust was produced, it didn't take long for them to fall to the ground.

Next to them, Ling Siyao gave them a wrong example. He fell from a high altitude, with his head on the ground, and he fell headfirst.

Cheng Weiwan and the others were not much better, the place where they fell was a rocky beach, Cheng Weiwan was already mentally prepared, gritted his teeth, and was ready to welcome the embrace of Mother Earth with his back.

But suddenly, Meng Xianjue used all his strength and threw him upwards. Cheng Weiwan had no time to react, and his whole body was on Meng Xianjue's body.

And as soon as this little episode was over, the two of them fell firmly on the rocky beach.

Meng Xianjue let out a muffled snort, closed his eyes tightly, but still exerted all his strength in his arms, and held Cheng Weiwan in his arms.

Cheng Weiwan lay in Meng Xianjue's arms, listening to Meng Xianjue's strong heartbeat, she quietly lowered her eyes.

He was unharmed.

But there is a thin layer of water beneath the rocky beach.

The rouge gradually faded in the water.

Cheng Weiwan got up quickly, put his hand on Meng Xianjue's neck, felt that Meng Xianjue was still breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay?"

Meng Xianjue slowly opened his eyes, the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, but there was still a flickering black shadow, he tried his best to focus, and when he saw Cheng Weiwan in front of him, a smile broke out on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."

If Cheng Weiwan hadn't seen the blood on the rocky beach, he might have believed Meng Xianjue's words.

At the side, Ling Siyao finally struggled to lift his head from the dirt, and shook his legs tremblingly twice. At this moment, Cheng Weiwan thought that Ling Siyao's survival was not because of his good luck, but because of his good luck. He's really talented.

Ling Siyao spat out the dirt stuffed in his mouth, and ran towards them staggeringly: "Hey, you two don't get tired of being crooked, please take care of me, the wounded, I'm head down It fell!"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly there was artillery fire from a distance, and it was unbiased, directly blasting at Ling Siyao's original position.

Ling Siyao looked at the smoke and dust not far away, feeling lingering fear, he covered his heart: "Hey, no, who are these people who attacked us?"

Meng Xianjue tried to prop up his body behind him, but the wounds on his back were numerous and dense, and some pointed stones had even sunk into his skin. The pain made his movements slightly stiff, and his behavior was unnatural.

The bombardment of the spiritual missiles was intensive and deadly, Cheng Weiwan gave a "tsk", pushed Ling Siyao lightly, and said, "Ling Siyao, please wait for a while, the spirit ship has been blown up, we can only use our feet ran away, but Meng Xianjue is like this..."

Cheng Weiwan stopped in the middle of speaking, and he saw Meng Xianjue had stood up and walked towards them.

Cheng Weiwan swallowed the second part of the sentence "he's dying", and said: "I'll clean up his wounds, and you're the most energetic of the three of us, hurry up and divert those artillery fire away, it's not appropriate late, hurry up!"

Ling Siyao kept complaining and cursing, but she still did as she did, and went to be a bait.

And Cheng Weiwan patted Meng Xianjue's shoulder lightly and asked him to sit cross-legged.

Meng Xianjue raised his eyes, pursed his lips and sat down.

Cheng Weiwan didn't say a word to him, and simply cut off the white clothes that had stuck to the flesh and blood with a dagger, and tore them off.

He saw Meng Xianjue's shoulders tremble slightly.

"pain?"

Meng Xianjue lowered his head and ignored him.

Cheng Weiwan slowly took off Meng Xianjue's coat, and brushed his black hair aside for him. He deliberately avoided suspicion, but his warm fingers would inevitably touch Meng Xianjue's skin, and their skin touched without knowing it. how many times……

Cheng Weiwan seemed to have sensed something, and finally stopped moving.

Originally, he felt that Meng Xianjue seemed to have unusual feelings for him, and he was careful everywhere, but at this time, it seemed a little deliberately provocative...

Fortunately, Meng Xianjue didn't say anything.

But for a moment, he caught a glimpse of Meng Xianjue's peaceful appearance, and it seemed that he was not so peaceful.

Meng Xianjue is very tolerant and able to control his emotions, but there is only one thing he can't control.

Cheng Weiwan averted his eyes as if fleeing, took out the wound medicine and gauze from the spiritual pouch, glanced at Ling Siyao who was almost scorched by the gunfire and ran around, and the movement of his hand landed on Meng Xianjue's shoulder. When going up, force/force yourself not to show timidity.

He didn't want to set someone on fire just by moving.

The author has something to say: Is it true that I can jump ten meters, and I have to hug Meng Xianjue at three meters every night?