A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Meng Xianjue came back later and later, but every time Cheng Weiwan woke up the next morning, he could find traces of Meng Xianjue's presence.

Sometimes it is a brightly blooming small wild flower, sometimes it is some snacks that children in the mortal world love to eat, and sometimes it is a piece of precious amber inlaid with complete insects. Guessing what gadgets will be next to the bed when he wakes up the next day, this sense of anticipation has always given him the pleasure of opening a blind box.

He knew that Meng Xianjue was very busy now, and it was time for Guizong to become famous, so Meng Xianjue couldn't relax.

But, Fazong Hegu.

Now the Mengjia Mountain Villa has basically returned to its former prosperous appearance, except for those flowers and plants that have not grown yet, there are no flaws in other places.

Today, Cheng Weiwan woke up from sleep as usual, and habitually raised her head to look at the head of the bed, but found that the head of the bed was empty.

Meng Xianjue never came.

Cheng Weiwan's normal rhythmic heartstrings suddenly stopped suddenly, and the drowsiness disappeared in a blink of an eye. He hurriedly put on his clothes, randomly pulled a ribbon to tie up his hair, and hurried to Meng Xianjue's room.

As he expected, as soon as he got close to Meng Xianjue's room, Wu Chong appeared from nowhere and blocked his way solemnly and decisively.

"Guest, please stay."

Cheng Weiwan wanted to tiptoe over Wu Zhong to see what was going on inside the house, but Wu Zhong stood in front of him steadily, like a mountain, with a solemn face and a calm tone: "Your honored guest, please stay."

Cheng Weiwan knew that it was against the rules for him to barge in, so he stood still and asked, "Where's your Patriarch?"

"My lord, he ran all night yesterday and is resting at this time."

"Then can you let me go in and take a look, I won't disturb him, if he falls asleep, I'll come out immediately."

Cheng Weiwan frowned, his premonition finally came true.

The smell coming out of this room was carefully concealed by people, and it was also covered up by a lot of incense, but there is no silver 300 taels here, and the thick and terrifying smell of blood, in the crowd of thick The incompatibility in the aroma is even more obvious.

Cheng Weiwan calmly said, "The Fazong has a high status, and the Ghost Sect is fighting with it. I don't want to discuss with you more, but if you don't tell me, I really don't know anything?"

Wu Zhong was slightly startled, unable to speak, and there were some complex expressions in his eyes.

Cheng Weiwan stared and frowned: "Get out of the way."

The sense of oppression possessed by the ancient divine beast is unstoppable, and the boundless coercion spreads around him. Full attack stance.

Wu Zhong strictly obeyed Meng Xianjue's order and did not let anyone approach him.

He is like a dedicated guard stone at the pass, even if he is crushed, the shattered boulders will smash down and pile up into a high wall, making it impossible for people to cross even half a step.

But Cheng Weiwan's sense of oppression was too strong, he gritted his teeth and braced himself, but his knees bent towards the ground uncontrollably.

Wu Chong raised his head and said with difficulty: "Senior Cheng, the Lord has ordered that no one is allowed to approach."

Cheng Weiwan couldn't bear it. He saw that Wu Zhong's kneecap was pressed into the ground by the huge coercion, showing signs of shattering. Zoomed out a bit.

Cheng Weiwan maintained his cold and serious face, and said, "Since it is your lord's order, then I won't force you..."

Before Cheng Weiwan finished speaking, the door of Meng Xianjue's room opened wide in an instant, and the frenzied wind came from the inside out, blowing the stagnant blood towards the two of them without reservation.

Wu Zhong's complexion suddenly changed.

Cheng Weiwan withdrew the overwhelming coercion, blinked, and looked into the room indifferently.

A deep and serious voice came from inside the room: "Wu Zhong."

Wu Chong straightened his back in an instant, like a snake being pinched seven inches, he stood up shaking his head with his head down, not daring to look at Cheng Weiwan, and just silently guarded the door.

Cheng Weiwan suppressed his worries and smiled at Wu Zhong again: "I'm sorry."

Wu Zhong only glanced at him feebly, expressionless.

Cheng Weiwan comforted Qianli, and walked towards the gradually uncontrollable bloody smell.

Meng Xianjue stood at the door waiting for him, and when he saw him coming, he showed a simple smile: "Wanwan."

Cheng Weiwan glanced at him lightly, the smile in his eyes faded: "Are your injuries healed?"

Meng Xianjue's eyes were black and blue, he stretched out his hand and pulled Cheng Weiwan into the room, and gently closed the door: "Wanwan, I was so tired last night, I didn't go to see you when I came back this morning, I was covered with all I'm afraid that other people's blood will hurt you."

Cheng Weiwan listened quietly to his sophistry, and glanced from Meng Xianjue's neat hair without any mess to the white soles of his boots without a trace of dust, and quickly shot, pointing his sword at Meng Xianjue's left shoulder.

Meng Xianjue's expression did not change, but the corners of his lips were bent: "Wan Wan?"

Cheng Weiwan seemed to be angry with him, and pursed her mouth: "I told you to pretend, I told you to lie to me!"

In an instant, a sharp light flew out from Cheng Weiwan's fingertips, like thunder and lightning that tore apart everything, directly piercing through the shell made of ghost energy covering Meng Xianjue's body.

The luxurious coat was taken off, revealing the dilapidated interior.

Meng Xianjue helplessly grabbed Cheng Weiwan's wrist, gently covered his eyes with the other hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wanwan, don't look at it, okay?"

Cheng Weiwan froze in place.

His mind was full of what he had seen before he was blindfolded.

Meng Xianjue's black robe glowed heavily with blood, and the bloody smell that was about to drown people came out from that robe.

He wouldn't miss it either, Meng Xianjue's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, he had no blood, he lost too much blood, and his breath was weak.However, Meng Xianjue was cunning, he deliberately wore a black robe, even if the robe had sucked blood, it would not be obvious.

Cheng Weiwan pushed Meng Xianjue's hand away with a cold face, not being fooled by Meng Xianjue, and said in a cold voice, "Take off your clothes."

When he spoke, he felt the tip of his nose was slightly cold.

Meng Xianjue used to be a high-spirited young man, dressed in white over the snow, startled the dragon with a sword, looking at the sky, no one knows that the fog locks Hengjiang.

But I don't know when, the white clothes were stained with dust and put into a cabinet full of cobwebs, never to see the light of day.

The proud son of heaven is accompanied by ghosts all day long, his body is occupied by civet cats, and he is full of infamy...

Cheng Weiwan's expression was firm, but his heart was sad.

But Meng Xianjue's ear was reddened: "Wanwan..."

It was rare for Cheng Weiwan to be stubborn, and the words he said were irresistible: "Take off."

Meng Xianjue sighed lightly, after all he took off his coat and middle coat obediently, leaving only his blood-stained undershirt.

The snow-white inner garment has been soaked in blood, Cheng Weiwan can see that Meng Xianjue's body is covered with large and small scars and incisions, some of the scars are turned out, and the bones can be seen deep, and some of the scars still have Fazong's purification evil. The powerful spells of ghosts, even a single spell can already make the ghosts of lower levels fly away, but Meng Xianjue actually suffered six strikes for life.

No matter how powerful his primordial spirit is, if he drags on, he may end up with a disintegrated soul.

Cheng Weiwan took a breath of cold air, his eyes were a little wet, he was angry and distressed, he said fiercely: "Sit down!"

Meng Xianjue had never been so obedient to others before. He carefully looked at Cheng Weiwan's face, and there was some innocence in his deep eyes. He pressed the edge of the square stool with both hands, propped up his body, and sat awkwardly. Down.

Standing behind him, Cheng Weiwan took out a dagger, and carefully took off his blood-stained undershirt that was about to harden.

Meng Xianjue was covered in bruises, and with his back turned to him, he sat quietly on the stool.

Meng Xianjue's muscles are very dense, and he looks lean and tall when he puts on his clothes, but when he takes off his clothes, he is by no means dry and thin.

Cheng Weiwan hid the moisture in his eyes and sighed that Meng Xianjue was just an ordinary person after all.

Cheng Weiwan pursed her lips, carefully examined Meng Xianjue's injuries, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Although Meng Xianjue's injuries were serious, they were mostly flesh wounds, and did not harm his life or spirit. As for those spells , solve it.

With a clue, Cheng Weiwan was ready to solve those spells first.

The spell may be a difficult problem for others, but it is nothing to Cheng Weiwan.

Take out the most powerful person in Tianlu, and compare his spiritual strength with him, it may not be comparable to him. His spiritual strength is not in the same dimension as these people at all.

Second, he has seen the solution to this spell in the original book, because the spell is complicated, layer by layer, and most people who fail to solve the spell are not careful enough, or have the patience to try again if they make a mistake once or twice. persisted.

But Cheng Weiwan won't.

The root cause is that the person under the curse is Meng Xianjue.

Meng's Villa is not cold, the air is warm and humid, making it very suitable for living.

Cheng Weiwan keenly observed that Meng Xianjue had a layer of cold spots on his skin.

He didn't want to think too much, he just thought that it was really cold after taking off his clothes, and while undoing the curse, he comforted: "Don't worry, I'll be fast."

Meng Xianjue laughed lightly.

Cheng Weiwan gave him a strange look, and the speed of breaking the curse in his hand became faster.

With a stick of incense, Cheng Weiwan did what he said, not only solved the curse, but also healed his wounds. From the beginning to the end, Cheng Weiwan felt that he had encountered Meng Xianjue's pain many times. But he said nothing.

When he was bandaging Meng Xianjue, he went around to Meng Xianjue, and at a glance he saw the rough scar on his rib that almost crossed Meng Xianjue's entire body.

That was left when Meng Xianjue terminated the master-servant contract.

Cutting flesh and grinding bones is an extraordinary pain.

Cheng Weiwan quietly wiped off the mist in front of her eyes, put on Meng Xianjue's clothes, turned to the front again, squatted down, and looked up at Meng Xianjue: "Are you okay? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Meng Xianjue closed his eyes and concentrated.

He didn't expect... Cheng Weiwan broke the curse that had troubled him for nearly three hours and was unable to unravel it so easily.

He opened his eyes, and the softness in his eyes wrapped Cheng Weiwan tightly.

"Thank you."

These three words come from the heart.

To heal Meng Xianjue's wound, Cheng Weiwan urged him to go to bed and rest, and sadly served as a humanoid pillow all day long. Finally, at dusk, while Meng Xianjue was deeply asleep, he quietly slipped from Meng Xianjue's arms. Li earned it out, and then went straight to Ling Siyao's side.

Although he had guessed that the fight between the ghost sect and the ghost sect would be fierce, he did not expect it to reach this point.He wanted to use Ling Siyao to learn about some external situations.

And as soon as he got to Ling Siyao's side, he saw Ling Siyao scratching his hair with a sad face and sighing.

After asking the reason, Cheng Weiwan found out.

The ghost sect is rising rapidly.

At the southeast corner of Guizong, Fazong's tight defense line was torn open by Meng Xianjue. Guizong won the battle yesterday, and Guizong's jurisdiction expanded to Fazong by a full ten miles. Those ghost cultivators hiding in the darkness couldn't hide anymore, they packed their bags and went to the ghost sect.

Fazong also held a meeting to discuss how to deal with the sudden attack of Guizong.

Ling Siyao's face was about to wrinkle into a bun: "To be honest, the plot in the original book never progressed so fast. I'm really afraid that Xuanwei will lead people to encircle Ruinqing Cliff tomorrow."

The author has something to say: Wanwan, a man can't say he's fast.