A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

The ghost sect's movements are getting bigger and bigger, and those ghost cultivators are also spontaneously gathering towards Jueqing Cliff. If it wasn't for Meng Xianjue, Cheng Weiwan wouldn't even know that there are so many ghosts hiding in corners in Tianlu ghost repair.

Maybe those righteous people who exterminated ghost cultivators back then didn't know that their so-called "cutting the grass and roots and killing them all" not only didn't kill the roots, but also sprouted a bud that took root in the ground and tenaciously absorbed nutrients.

Seeing that Ling Siyao's worry was not a lie, Cheng Weiwan said, "Don't worry, Xuan Wei is not so fast, Zhang Chengcan is still half dead, he is a cautious person, he must confirm that Zhang Chengcan will not die before he can come out to act as a demon , lest the world collapse like this.

"He is a timid person. He still has to rely on this world as a springboard to take a look in the real world."

Ling Siyao looked sad: "But Meng Xianjue acted so high-profile... I'm really afraid that Fazong will punish him directly."

After all, Ling Siyao called out to Cheng Weiwan the map of Meng Xianjue's simulated battle situation in the past week.

Cheng Weiwan looked at it and took a deep breath.

In layman's terms.

When Cheng Weiwan was not in a car accident, he once played a 5v5 hero competitive mobile game, which was roughly divided into three genres, tactical style, pig raising style and mid-lane push style.

Meng Xianjue, on the other hand, is simple and rude, and uses the middle road to push the flow quickly.

This method saves time, chooses the weakest link of the enemy's defense, and uses the strongest strength of one's own side to attack it when it is unprepared, and chooses to confront the enemy head-on.

Therefore, the fighting was fierce, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

In this way, it is the most labor-saving method, but it has a fatal weakness.

The motive is easy to detect, the success rate is extremely low, and it is easy to arouse the vigilance of the opponent. Generally, after one success, it will not be so easy to succeed the second time.

But once it succeeds this time, among the three tactical schools, the effect is the best.

Meng Xianjue took a fancy to the high-risk and high-return characteristics of this tactic, and became a complete lunatic.

It is also because Meng Xianjue's subordinates are all the kind of "ghosts" who are not afraid of death or pain, and can continue to fight even if they lose their heads, and even if these "ghosts" lose their arms and legs, they will not be counted as casualties.

Fazong's "merciful and soft-hearted" little novice monks can't.

In this way, the advantages of Meng Xianjue's side were brought into full play, and this part of the advantages fully made up for the disadvantages of this tactic.

Cheng Weiwan watched and felt relieved.

Although Meng Xianjue is a lunatic through and through, he is also considered a thoughtful, courageous and resourceful lunatic.

When Cheng Weiwan was about to leave, he casually asked Ling Siyao how to crack the "half-life talisman". At that time, Ling Siyao was busy reporting the progress of the mission to the main system. One sentence: "Half-life talisman is not easy to decipher? Let the person who cast the curse undo it by himself."

Cheng Weiwan looked at him sympathetically, seeing that he was busy today, he didn't say anything more, which saved the two of them from having a verbal argument, but felt that this person was getting more and more unreliable, so he went back to his room.

Cheng Weiwan felt a little heavy when he went back.

He knew that the current Meng Xianjue couldn't use his full strength, because the half-life talisman was always diverting the pain of the Soul Locking Nail he was enduring.

He felt it most clearly when he cleaned Meng Xianjue's wound.

Meng Xianjue suppressed the pain, and enduring the suffering has become a habit branded in his bone marrow. He had to fight with people, negotiate with people, practice cultivation, and even eat, Drink water, and sleep.

Meng Xianjue suffers from this pain all day and all night, unable to concentrate for a long time, Cheng Weiwan even worries that one day, he is worried that Meng Xianjue will be suppressed for a long time, and his inner demons will breed, and he may lose himself... He must break through this half. Commander.

And if the half-life talisman is cracked, as long as the soul lock nail is cracked, this pain will not exist.

And to realize all this, we only need to get rid of one Xuanwei...

In the end, all the spearheads were pointed at Xuanwei.

Xuanwei must die.

Cheng Weiwan was thinking wildly, only relying on his subconscious mind to control his body, and walked back to his room in the direction, but suddenly, he felt his eyes go dark, and he bumped into a hard embrace in an instant.

Cheng Weiwan burst into tears in an instant, he rubbed his sore nose, barely raised his head and opened his eyes, just about to greet the person blocking the way, until he saw the black shadow in front of him clearly, Cheng Weiwan broke his power in an instant : "Meng Xianjue, why are you here?"

Meng Xianjue's deep and dark pupils were a little cloudy, and it was not until the moment he saw Cheng Wewan clearly that there was a gleam of light, and he hugged Cheng Wewan's waist tightly, the broken light in his eyes turned a little, and turned to Cheng Wewan's direction.

Cheng Wewan inexplicably felt a bit of oppression and fear from Meng Xianjue's body, Cheng Wewan ignored her nose, blinked, raised her hand, and the wide sleeves slipped off, revealing a thin white forearm.

Cheng Weiwan rubbed Meng Xianjue's head on tiptoe, like coaxing a child: "I woke up, does it still hurt?"

Meng Xianjue lowered his body, buried his head in Cheng Wewan's neck, closed his eyes lightly, and showed weakness in front of Cheng Wewan for the first time: "It hurts."

Cheng Weiwan thought that Meng Xianjue would put on a disguise like before, although the injury on his body was still in pain, but he wanted to pretend that he didn't care.

Cheng Weiwan's heart softened into a puddle of sticky syrup, he patted Meng Xianjue's head, and asked softly, "Then why don't you go in outside?"

Meng Xianjue buried his head deeper into Cheng Weiwan's neck again, greedily breathing in the warm air that radiated from Cheng Weiwan's body, with a deep and faint fragrance.

"Wait for you."

Cheng Weiwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he gently held Meng Xianjue's head, the smile in his eyes was obvious: "Then go in first? It's cold outside."

Meng Xianjue didn't feel any embarrassment at all, he straightened up naturally, the broken light in his eyes followed Cheng Weiwan all the time: "Okay."

Cheng Weiwan had an illusion at this time, as if he had brought back a wet puppy on a stormy night, and after raising the puppy for two or three years, he realized that what he picked up was not a dog , is a lost wolf.

When facing other people, the little wolf always reveals the instinct of a carnivore. His fangs are bared, and the tips of his silver-hooked claws are gleaming coldly. He can skin, dismantle and devour a herbivore in the next second.

But when dealing with him, he carefully hid his fangs and claws, tried his best to hide his fierce eyes, tried to make his expression simple and stupid, and also tried to make himself really like a dog.

Cheng Weiwan instructed Meng Xianjue to sit down, Meng Xianjue was very well-behaved, his black hair was casually tied into a braid, and hung in front of him, thinking that he came out in a hurry, before he had time to tie his hair, he held Cheng Weiwan's stuffed bag Stove for him, cramped like a child in the seat.

Cheng Weiwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he secretly made a decision, he must speak clearly with Meng Xianjue when he has time some other day, lest the Guizong suzerain get used to pretending to be pitiful, and in the future, when discussing matters with Fazong or Jianzong, he will always A pitiful look, isn't it to make others laugh.

Cheng Weiwan poured water for him, looked sideways at Meng Xianjue, and asked casually, "How's Fazong's reaction?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't know Fazong's reaction yet, but Meng Xianjue reacted a lot. He threw away the small heater in his hand, stood up hastily, and said incoherently: "Wanwan...I, you... ...how did you know?"

The words he said were pitiful, but his eyes fixed on Cheng Weiwan, and the meaning was not concealed.

Cheng Weiwan was lowering his head, his neck as smooth as snow was bent into a fragile and beautiful arc, his silvery white hair was as frosty as the moon, covering the hazy figure in the distance with a layer of beauty that people dare not touch .

It was like a bright moon held in the palm of the hand, which would shatter at the touch of a finger.

And the most tempting person in Tianlu was smiling at him.

When he smiled, he directly exposed his disguise, and let his concealment and carefulness of the past few days be destroyed.

It really fits that sentence.

The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are.

However, he couldn't do anything with this little thing.

Meng Xianjue stood up and quickly regained his composure. The only thing that remained the same was that the starlight in his eyes disappeared.

"Wanwan, I can tell you, then can you promise me a request."

Cheng Weiwan raised her eyebrows and brought the water glass in front of him, her slender fingers still resting on the white porcelain cup: "Tell me first, and I'll see if I can agree."

Meng Xianjue stood up, his pupils were as deep as an ancient night, he walked towards Cheng Weiwan step by step, every step, he stepped on the drumbeat of Cheng Weiwan's heartbeat.

I saw Meng Xianjue took advantage of the moment Cheng Weiwan met his eyes and was unable to make any movements, he lightly pressed Cheng Weiwan's head, and himself was attached to Cheng Weiwan's ear, exhaling hotly: "Wan Wan Tonight, let me kiss you."

Cheng Weiwan was a little shy, but he said the words himself, his cheeks were red, and he raised his head without showing any weakness: "It's just a kiss, then you have to keep your word."

Meng Xianjue smiled lightly and nodded.

The evening sunlight has become very pale, and a layer of light blue is shrouded from the high altitude, but this blue falls to the ground, mixed with a bit of light purple, mixed with a few wisps of dark gold, intertwined and blended together. Surrounding the two of them, the passage of time seemed to have stopped.

This kiss was as long as 1000 years, but seemed to be as short as one breath. Cheng Weiwan's cheeks were cutely red, like a small cloud of fire, with a few mischievous strands of hair hanging from the corners of his mouth. Xuxu hung on Meng Xianjue's neck, his legs were a little weak, and he couldn't use any strength from his whole body.

Meng Xianjue reluctantly let go of Cheng Weiwan until he realized that Cheng Weiwan was not breathing well, and finally closed his eyes devoutly, and pecked at his eyes.

Cheng Weiwan thumped him weakly: "Liar."

Meng Xianjue chuckled, put his hands on his waist, and hugged him even tighter.

Cheng Weiwan rested his head on Meng Xianjue's shoulder listlessly, and did not forget to ask at such times: "What you say is what you say, you should also tell me about Fazong."

Meng Xianjue's grip on Cheng Weiwan's hand suddenly tightened.

"it is good."