A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

The spirit boat had already entered the territory of Ghost Sect, Cheng Weiwan locked himself in the room for two days and did not dare to go out again.

Meng Xianjue had really shocked him that day, and his shock was no less than seeing the sky collapse and the earth crack, and the mountains and rocks crumble.

It was far from his expectation that Meng Xianjue would be so straightforward and say those three words to him that he might never be ashamed to say without fear.

He originally thought that Meng Xianjue was afraid and wouldn't be in such a hurry.

But he was wrong.

Cheng Weiwan recalled that day when Meng Xianjue held him close to his ear, his heart was beating like thunder, his breath was like a breeze, and he calmly and restrainedly said those three words...

Cheng Weiwan cried out impatiently, her ears turned red, she buried her head in the pillow and rubbed her head for a long time.

As if this could make him forget all the things he had experienced before.

There was a chaotic knock on the door.

Cheng Weiwan stopped his crazy movements, rested his chin on the other side of the pillow, lay on the bed, and said weakly, "Come in."

Ling Siyao came in with a drawer of steamed buns, and saw this scene when she entered the door, she was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "Wan Wan?"

Cheng Weiwan was unable to respond to him, so she nodded and turned to the other side, as if she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Ling Siyao had nothing to do with him: "We're going to the Unfeeling Cliff tonight, don't you want to be bored here and not go out to have a look?"

The first time he heard the words "Unfeeling Cliff", it seemed that he had touched Cheng Weiwan's sensitive spot, and he sat up suddenly, a little in disbelief: "Unrequited Cliff?"

Ling Siyao did not expect Cheng Weiwan to have such a big reaction, he glanced at Cheng Weiwan rather strangely, and said: "Yes, the Meng Family Villa is halfway up the mountain, and there is a high mountain behind it, and that high mountain is The forbidden place of the Meng family is called Juqingya..."

Ling Siyao suddenly hated iron for being weak: "What I taught you back then, you ate it with rice, didn't you?"

It was rare for Cheng Weiwan not to argue with Ling Siyao, his mind was full of other things.

Unfeeling Cliff, Meng Xianjue died on Unfeeling Cliff.

He died a tragic death, bearing the infamy of Quan Tianlu. At that time, almost no one was willing to stand by his side, and no one would say a few futile excuses for him. In the end, only he and A solitary Wuzhong.

In the original book, Meng Xianjue strengthened the ghost sect, and with the power of one person, he tolerated many homeless ghost cultivators in the world.

But this does not mean that Meng Xianjue is doing good deeds. His ultimate goal is to strengthen the ghost sect, expand its territory, and justify the name of the ghost sect.

This process will undoubtedly be smeared with blood.

There is no doubt that it will be done with violence.

Meng Xianjue has never been a kind person. Everything he does is directed towards a clear goal.

that's exactly what

In the year he returned to Unfeeling Cliff, he was besieged by all righteous ways.

At this moment, although Meng Xianjue has not had time to do the things in the original book.

But he always had a hunch.

It's like an old elephant returning to the grave, time and space are disordered, and the plot is broken. At this moment, Meng Xianjue returns to the Cliff of Unrequited Love, but he is building a decent grave for himself.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't help biting her thumbnail, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Seeing that Cheng Weiwan was about to fall into an unsolvable deadlock, Ling Siyao interrupted his running and drifting thoughts in time: "I heard that Meng Xianjue confessed to you that day?"

Cheng Weiwan: "...um."

Ling Siyao put a small steamed bun to his mouth tentatively, and then asked: "Then you don't like him?"

Cheng Weiwan had something on his mind, so he took a bite of the steamed bun very naturally, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it whole, hesitated: "...not really."

Ling Siyao took back the chopsticks: "Then why are you hanging on to him?"

Cheng Weiwan flattened her mouth: "I just think it's a little too abnormal."

Ling Siyao looked at him with his chin: "Where?"

Many words and scenes flashed through Cheng Weiwan's mind in an instant, but they all passed by in a hurry, and in the end, they were all frozen in one picture.

On the day they arrived at Tianmen, the wind and snow were blowing, and Meng Xianjue's exposed skin was blue from the cold. He held a flower in one hand and a food box in the other. There was a blazing fire in his chest, just like a very ordinary person who fell in love. middle youth.

But Cheng Weiwan knew it wasn't true.

It was all Meng Xianjue's disguise.

Meng Xianjue is Meng Xianjue after all.

He is the master of all ghosts, weak, hesitant, docile, and ordinary will never be synonymous with him.

Ruthless, sinister, and cruel.

Meng Xianjue was like a wolf who had disguised himself to hide his claws and teeth just to please him.

Cheng Weiwan said softly, "He's too perfect, it seems like he's pretending."

Ling Siyao: "..."

"Wanwan, you have read the original book, you know what Meng Xianjue will do, you know who Meng Xianjue is, and you also know that Meng Xianjue will reveal his true face one day. It's actually very simple, Wanwan .”

"If you can't accept his true face, go out now, he's in that small garden, and you can simply say no to him."

The silence in the room was almost overwhelming.

At this point, a figure outside the door finally couldn't stand still any longer. He couldn't listen anymore, so he had to clenched his fists, lowered his eyes, turned and left.

But Cheng Weiwan sat on the spot and refused to move, he hesitated for a long time before saying a word.

When he said that, his voice was very small, almost like the sound of a mosquito.

"I don't want to say no."

Ling Siyao suddenly raised her head: "?"

Cheng Weiwan closed her eyes, braced herself, clenched her fists, and stammered: "I...I...actually like...like him."

Ling Siyao: "..."

The spirit boat started to slow down, and after half an hour, the spirit boat was about to land. Meng Xianjue came out of the spirit room, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He failed.

He is working hard, he is trying his best to strip away his evil and goodness, and he is trying his best to hide his true nature.

He thought he was perfect.

But no more than a clown.

He's ridiculous and stupid, but he still has an Achilles' heel.

It's not too late.

if……

If it is difficult for Cheng Weiwan to accept him, then he will leave by himself, cut his heart open, and pull out the three words that have taken root in his heart.

Never do anything that will embarrass Cheng Wulan again.

But just as he made up his mind, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Is it Cheng Weiwan?

For some reason, Meng Xianjue panicked at that moment. He stood up stiffly, hiding his nervousness jerkily, and thought he was perfectly nodding his head to greet Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan stood in the warm light of the setting sun and looked at him, his whole body was covered with a sense of holiness.

"How long do we have to go to Ghost Sect?"

Meng Xianjue quickly replied, "Half an hour."

After a question and an answer, no one spoke anymore, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassment for a while.

"Late night..."

"then you……"

The voices of the two men sounded again at the same time, Meng Xianjue turned his eyes lightly, and said softly, "Wanwan, you go first."

Cheng Weiwan cleared his throat, he subconsciously stroked his left wrist with his thumb, and Qianli was coiling obediently around his hand at this moment, without any unnecessary movements.

Today's sunset is beautiful, the sky is filled with golden light, and there is a gorgeous purple at the junction of gray and dark blue. This purple line runs through the entire sky, dividing light and darkness.

Cheng Weiwan raised her right hand, pinched her own arm, and said in a low voice, "That day...you said, you...you love me?"

Meng Xianjue's expression was indifferent, and there was a ray of despair that was so light that it was almost invisible: "Well, yes."

Cheng Weiwan's ear tip was blush, and he asked again: "Then you know, what are you talking about?"

The smile on the corner of Meng Xianjue's mouth was almost unstoppable, he swallowed the bitterness in his throat, and said, "I know."

Cheng Weiwan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Meng Xianjue, are you ready?"

Meng Xianjue just closed his eyes this time.

He has already thought about it.

Whether Cheng Weiwan refuses him or scolds him severely, he can bear it.

But please the same, Cheng Weiwan don't leave him and leave.

"I'm ready."

It was just a knife cut in his heart, and then the three words Cheng Weiwan were cut open with blood dripping down.

"Meng Xianjue, I also have someone I like in my heart. Guess who it is?"

In the glow of the setting sun, Cheng Weiwan's white clothes were covered with a golden shell, he smiled shyly and softly, his red eyes were full of Meng Xianjue's appearance.

Meng Xianjue couldn't maintain his false smile, he felt his cheeks were sour from laughing, the corners of his mouth twitched in vain, and said softly, "He must be a very good person."

Cheng Weiwan nodded: "That's right."

The soreness in Meng Xianjue's heart made him consume all the strength in his body, he made a swallowing movement, and nodded lightly: "Wanwan, I'll go to the spiritual room to have a look first..."

"Meng Xianjue, what did you say to me that day?"

Meng Xianjue had never experienced such a moment of apprehension and fear. His heart was churning, but he suppressed the sadness and said in a hoarse voice, "Wan Wan, I love you."

He will not refuse any request from Cheng Weiwan.

A smile appeared in Cheng Weiwan's eyes: "Well, I love you too."

"I see, Wanwan, I'll go to Ling first..." Before he finished speaking, Meng Xianjue suddenly raised his head, like a meteorite hitting and rubbing against the atmosphere, Cheng Weiwan even heard the sound of heaven and earth collapsing in Meng Xianjue's head.

Meng Xianjue's voice trembled: "Wanwan... Wanwan, what did you say?"

Cheng Weiwan raised his eyebrows, but he refused to say any more, turned around and pretended to leave.

Meng Xianjue's eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"Wanwan, what did you just say?"

Cheng Weiwan hid the smile on the corner of his mouth, and stood there so seriously, without moving.

Meng Xianjue silently let go of Cheng Weiwan's sleeve.

His hand slipped down bit by bit, but when he was about to separate completely, Cheng Weiwan grabbed his hand.

Meng Xianjue raised his head.

At this time, he wanted to kiss him very much.

The sky is gradually getting dark, everything is covered with a light-colored veil, the light disappears, and Cheng Weiwan is the only light in his dark world.

Cheng Weiwan tilted his head to look at him, waiting quietly.

Meng Xianjue became timid when he was halfway close, he restrained and looked away embarrassingly, his lips moved slightly: "Wan..."

He dare not.

The next moment, Cheng Weiwan let out a low sigh, closed his eyes, and pressed Meng Xianjue's lips on them.

At that moment, the mountain torrents broke out and the thunder suddenly struck. All the chaotic and violent voices sounded in Meng Xianjue's head. Until now, he has not understood it.

Cheng Weiwan also likes him.