A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Meng Xianjue took off his cloak and covered Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan's consciousness was sluggish, she just put her arms around Meng Xianjue's neck and tried her best not to slip down.He looked so good, his sleeping face was quiet and cute, Meng Xianjue turned his head to look at him, unable to look away.

The two of them got very close, Meng Xianjue hugged him horizontally, and could kiss his forehead with a slight tilt of his head.

Meng Xianjue just hugged him like this, and attracted the attention of many little ghosts on the way back. The little ghosts were busy carrying stones, and when they saw the master coming back with a beautiful woman in his arms, they were all startled.

Why did the lord bring another one back? The one who is locked in the room now, could it be... who has fallen out of favor and is tired of watching?

The little ghosts were puzzled, the one in the room was beautiful and gentle, and could play and talk to them, how could such a beautiful girl fall out of favor?

On the other hand, this one, except for his better figure, refuses to walk down by himself when walking, and even covers his face so that no one can see him.

It's not even one-thousandth of that one!

As everyone knows, the person in their hearts is in the arms of their master, enduring the pain and suffering.

All the little ghosts stared at Cheng Weiwan.

Meng Xianjue seemed to see through their thoughts, and flew over with a cold look. All the little devils felt that the murderous intent was coming, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to think about it anymore.

Meng Xianjue took Cheng Weiwan back to his room smoothly.

He pulled down the pure white curtain, and the layers of curtains wrapped the two of them layer by layer. Cheng Weiwan hurried out this morning, dressed sloppily, Meng Xianjue only lightly pulled the waistband Button, as if a plump, sweet and tender lychee flesh was peeled out in an instant.

The blood flow was very fast, and the weather was hot and humid. The skin on Cheng Weiwan's cheeks was red and pink, and there was a faint red color on his shoulders, wrists, and various joints. Where does it hurt him, what annoys him, even the kisses that bite each other's lips are cautious.

But this level of kiss is too pious, even the ambiguity and charm between lovers can't be compared.

Cheng Weiwan felt that it wasn't enough at all, that hard-to-wear feeling rushed into his brain, he hummed intermittently in his throat, and then rubbed his body against the smooth and soft satin under his body in small increments.

But this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

Spiritual power suppression is ineffective, and it is almost impossible to use time to kill this feeling.

Meng Xianjue's pupils became darker, and he leaned over slightly, pressing his fiery breath: "Wanwan, I'll go and pour you some water."

Meng Xianjue didn't like this feeling.

The sweet fruit was right in front of him, and it was impossible to remain indifferent. He wanted to taste it and take it for himself.That kind of pure and primitive desire invaded his reason all the time, and he was going crazy thinking about it.

But he can't.

He can't take advantage of others' dangers, even if he and Cheng Weiwan are connected now, he still wants to wait until Cheng Weiwan is clear-headed, not now.

He felt like a bomb was about to go off, but he had to live with it.

He wanted to get a glass of water, and it would be great if he could calm himself down by the way.

However, at the moment when he was about to stand up and leave...

But behind him a slender and beautiful hand came out from the curtain and stretched out, with little strength, fingers trembling slightly, barely able to grab his sleeve.

"Meng Xianjue, don't go yet..." The voice was soft, Cheng Weiwan hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't have much confidence, "Can you...help me?"

Meng Xianjue suddenly turned his head.

The psychological construction he had done for himself, and the strings controlled by reason to prevent him from crossing the threshold, were all wiped out in an instant.

That hand didn't have much strength, Cheng Weiwan couldn't take it anymore, he sniffed aggrievedly, his eyes were a little red.

He was uncomfortable, he couldn't bear it anymore, the fabric was slippery again, and that hand was about to slip... The dead wood, Meng Xianjue, was still indifferent...

Dead wood, smelly wood!

Suddenly, a fiery palm stretched out and grabbed the hand that was about to drop.

"Late night, you..."

Cheng Weiwan propped himself up staggeringly, the silk quilt slipped off, and the silver-white hair was scattered on the bed. With his mouth flattened, he cautiously pecked Meng Xianjue's mouth. Then, his eyes were wet and full of steam. Watch him intently.

"Help……"

Meng Xianjue took a deep and slow breath.

……

Cheng Weiwan woke up feeling sore all over.

He huddled in Meng Xianjue's arms and was hugged tightly.

The whole body was sore and weak, Cheng Weiwan gasped, and wanted to change his position to make himself lie more comfortably, but such a small movement made Meng Xian wake up.

A deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Are you awake?"

Cheng Weiwan huddled under the quilt and responded in a low voice.

The drowsiness had long since disappeared without a trace, and Cheng Weiwan turned red from the tips of his ears to his heels at this instant, wishing that he could erase his memory in an instant.

The effects of the Albizia Julibrissin flower last night quickly disappeared, but luckily it was only the Albizia Juliensis flower and not the Albizia Juliensis, otherwise Cheng Weiwan would not be able to regain his senses tonight.

As for the disabling of the effect of the Albizia Julibrissin, after Cheng Weiwan woke up, from midnight to the hours before dawn...

asshole!Meng Xianjue stinky bastard!

Cheng Weiwan whimpered, and swished back into the quilt like a timid cat.

Such movements involved sore muscles and red and swollen flesh all over his body, Cheng Weiwan groaned, closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, ignoring Meng Xianjue.

Obviously he said he was going to stop, but Meng Xianjue seemed to be deaf!

Meng Xianjue looked at Cheng Weiwan who was baring his teeth and claws, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

You can still scold him, he is very energetic, so there should be no serious problems.

Meng Xianjue pulled Cheng Weiwan out of the quilt with one hand, and said softly, "Wanwan, sleep for a while."

Cheng Weiwan wanted to confront him, his neck was bent, his eyes were wide open, and he just didn't sleep.

Meng Xianjue smiled indulgently, gently stroked his hair for him, and patted his back: "Wanwan, have you been homesick lately?"

Cheng Weiwan's body became stiff for a moment.

He was not used to the sudden change of subject, but he couldn't ignore the fragility that flashed in Meng Xianjue's eyes when he asked him this question.

He suddenly remembered that he had mentioned to Meng Xianjue that he was a little homesick.

Cheng Weiwan wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling that Meng Xianjue's memory is really good.

Cheng Weiwan poked her head out, grabbed the edge of the quilt, and blinked: "Home, I still have a little thought, but now I can only think about it, I can't go back."

Meng Xianjue stopped stroking his hair.

Sensing that Meng Xianjue was depressed, Cheng Weiwan burrowed into Meng Xianjue's arms again like a kitten burrowing into a hole, and met his eyes. Take yours, are you afraid that I will leave you behind?"

"My hometown is completely different from here. Then I will take you to meet my aunt. She is a very good person."

When Cheng Weiwan said these words, he didn't have any idea in his heart. He didn't know whether the idea in his mind would be successful, but he just felt sad.

Meng Xianjue smiled, "Okay."

Until now, Meng Xianjue finally realized some of the true meaning of "Heaven is cruel".

Cheng Weiwan saw the hideous scar on his rib again, touched it with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Meng Xianjue stretched out his hand, grabbed Cheng Weiwan's hand, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Who asked if it hurts now, don't think too much about it, even Meng Xianjue can't act like a normal person when he is cutting flesh and bone.

Cheng Weiwan pouted his mouth in distress, and sighed in a low voice: "You deserve the pain, why did you bully me like that back then."

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyes, and kissed Cheng Weiwan's eyes a little emotionally.

When Cheng Weiwan looked up, he had already let go of his arms, and said softly, "I'll get you a suit."

Meng Xianjue is busy again...

There was still no movement from Fazong's side, but Wu Zhong was very skillful and had sent him the latest news.

At the Tianmen Disciple Trial Ceremony, Zhang Chengcan showed up.

Although Zhang Chengcan's spirit is not very good, he is no longer seriously ill, and even speaks quite decently, and behaves elegantly, which is completely opposite to the wretched appearance of a villain in the past.

The head of Tianmen, Chong Yue, even added a title ceremony for him, giving him the name Feng Yuan Lang Yue.

After listening to Wu Zhong's report, Meng Xianjue didn't express any extra expressions or words, but said calmly: "Since Zhang Chengcan has recovered and Fazong is recuperating again, within a month, Fazong and Jianzong should join forces."

Seeing that the Lord didn't care about this matter, Wu Zhong sighed and reported another matter with great concern.

The Ghost Sect has risen, and even some bright-minded people have already started business with the Ghost Sect. The Ghost Sect has a strong family background, and there are businessmen from all walks of life vying to cooperate with the Ghost Sect. Within a month, within the sight of everyone, he woke up.

But many ghost cultivators thought that they had found a backer, relying on the name of the Meng family, using the ghost sect as their backer, doing evil and abducting everywhere.The ghost sect's reputation was already bad, and at this moment, it added a lot of infamy of "doing all kinds of evil".

Meng Xianjue was annotating some classic books at that time, and accidentally dripped a drop of ink on it. Meng Xianjue closed the book in an instant, rubbed his brows lightly, and said, "Don't worry, ghost cultivators and ghost sects in the hearts of the world are just so cruel and merciless. ?”

Wu Zhong: "But..."

"These prejudices have already taken root in the hearts of the world, and they cannot be removed. If not, how could they attract Xuanwei?" Meng Xianjue curled his lips, "I'm still afraid that those ghost cultivators are not vicious enough."

Wu Zhong: "..."

Cheng Weiwan's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Meng Xianjue—"

Wu Chong narrowed his eyes, and immediately bowed: "This subordinate will leave."

Meng Xianjue nodded.

After receiving Meng Xianjue's consent, Cheng Weiwan pushed the door open and came in, and happened to pass by Wu Zhong, who had an ugly expression and was hurrying. Cheng Weiwan looked at Wu Zhong curiously, and asked, "Did you quarrel?"

Wu Zhong respectfully bowed to Cheng Weiwan, bid farewell and left.

Meng Xianjue ignored his words and just opened his hands towards him, longing for a hug.

Cheng Weiwan pursed his lips, but also hugged him, he gently patted Meng Xianjue on his heart, and said: "I heard that recently, there are many ghost cultivators making trouble outside, and everyone in Tianlu complained about you, Said that you ordered..."

"Wan Wan, don't worry about these things, the Ghost Sect has always been like this, with many bad marks."

Cheng Weiwan's heart trembled, he always felt that Meng Xianjue was not in the right state since he asked him if he was homesick, and there seemed to be a distance between them.

But that distance was very short, only one step away, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it past this step.

It's like you can't see anything through a layer of frosted glass.

"Wanwan," Meng Xianjue suddenly said, he was buried in Cheng Weiwan's arms, his voice was dull, he paused, and then said again, "Would you like to live with me in the Ghost Sect forever?"

Cheng Weiwan said without hesitation, "Yes, but only if you stay with me all the time."

Meng Xianjue smiled.

Little liar.

You actually prefer to go home.

The author has something to say: Sorry guys, the stupid author marked the wrong chapter number in his document before, so this chapter should be chapter 99.