Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Zihao, whose demon blood was stimulated, was indeed a bit tricky. Not to mention the level of suppression, the opponent's moves were also very fierce. Mu Zhichan could only rely on the fighting awareness and fighting skills accumulated over the years to contend with him, although he was not injured. Crucial, but also suffered a lot of injuries.

At this time, bursts of chill came from all directions, and Mu Zhichan looked at the two figures who were crazily fighting in the midair. The moves of the two were thunderous. He couldn't help pursing his lips tightly.

"Oh!"

The collision of devilish energy and spiritual power formed circles of transparent waves like water patterns, which oscillated in all directions. The expressions of the masters of each peak were very dignified, but they couldn't spare their hands to find out, because at this time there were countless Qing's monsters are attacking the disciples of the sect, and they have spent a lot of effort just to protect the disciples and kill the monsters.

"Pfft!"

A three-foot long sword that was crystal clear and white pierced through Su Yao's chest fiercely, and bright red blood splashed out, as if several blood flowers bloomed in the air.

However, Su Yao didn't seem to feel the pain, his smile was crazy, his eyes were dark, and the black devil energy wrapped around his body was constantly rolling.

"Everything is coming to an end..." Su Yao whispered, a strange smile appeared on her lips.

Jian Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous cold light floated in his eyes, he made a tactic with one hand, and controlled the sword to stab into Su Yao's chest for a few minutes, but he saw Su Yao's face suddenly froze, as if he was out of his body. At that time, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around and swooped towards Mu Zhichan's direction. A big net called fear caught his heart tightly in an instant.

No, no! !

It's just that he was one step too late after all.

Lu Zihao, who was possessed by Su Yao, reached the stage of Mahayana within a few breaths. He twisted his smile and used ten successes, ignoring the blade pierced on his left shoulder, and directly slapped Mu, who was so close. Cicada

Severe pain swept through all limbs and bones in an instant, Mu Zhichan's expression changed suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his body flew out uncontrollably, and was about to hit the stone wall!

A white shadow passed by like a gust of wind, and accurately caught Mu Zhichan in his arms. At the same time, with cold eyes, he threw a high-level magic weapon, the spirit-locking bottle, at "Lu Zihao", temporarily detaining Su Tiao who was in his body.

"Hahahahahaha! See deep! His heart veins are broken, and the golden core is broken!! Now even the god Da Luo has come and can't recover!! How does it feel to have a loved one die in front of you!?" Su Yao said nervously Laughing loudly, the joy in my heart seemed to suppress the pain caused by the ecstasy.

Mu Zhichan was hugged tightly by Jianshen, he could feel that the other party was sending spiritual power into his body crazily, but he himself was like a dilapidated bellows, the spiritual power quickly collapsed the moment it was sent into his body up.

"Cicada...Cicada..." Jianshen's voice trembled, he stared fixedly at Mu Zhichan's pale face, he stretched out his hand to gently caress his cheek, but wiped a glaring bloodstain on his face.

It was the blood of his lover.

Mu Zhichan stared at Jianshen, the fear, trembling, love, pain in the eyes of the other party... and all kinds of intertwined emotions almost drowned him, but he couldn't say a word, because his throat and mouth had already Occupied with blood.

But at this moment, Jianshen could hardly hear or see anything, and the coldness that went deep into the bone marrow ruthlessly invaded all the nerve endings, as if he was in a cold pool, with his mouth and nose covered , poured into stagnant water, and then continued to sink.

Mu Zhichan felt drowsy and cold constantly, he raised his hand to hold Jian Shen's wrist with difficulty, and slowly rubbed his thumb on the protruding wrist bone of the other party, and then opened his mouth to Jian Shen, silently He said five words: I am a little sleepy.

"No, you can't sleep, Chanchan, you can't..." Jianshen pressed his forehead against Mu Zhichan's forehead, kissing his eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks, lips corners one after another, in a hoarse voice There was a hint of coaxing, but his lips were as cold as winter snowflakes.

Mu Zhichan knew that his vitality was passing away at an accelerated rate, and his consciousness was about to sink into the darkness uncontrollably, but a second before he stopped breathing completely, various past events flashed in his mind.

Some are in the script, and some are in reality; there are Jiang Lun's appearance in black military uniform five years ago, and Jiang Lun's strange but familiar eyes five years later...

Mu Zhichan exhausted her last bit of strength and touched Jianshen's earlobe with her cold fingertips, like a kiss before saying goodbye in time, after that, it passed away silently like the wind.

Breathing stops, pulse stops.

The violent ice-type spiritual power spreads inch by inch from Jianshen's feet. Wherever it passes, the greenery fades and is covered with silvery white. The head who came was astonished.

Jian Shen slightly opened the distance between the two, stared intently at Mu Zhichan's closed eyes, and traced the outline of his facial features with his fingertips lightly and slowly, every stroke was extremely gentle, but it made others I shuddered.

At this moment, Jian Shen forgot that he was in the script, and that his lover would not actually die. He only wanted to frantically save Mu Zhichan, no matter how much it cost!

"You guys, find Su Yao's body, lock it up and press it into the dungeon." The head of the Penglai Sect ordered in a deep voice to his own disciple.

"Yes." The three disciples left in response.

In fact, it stands to reason that after Su Tiao fell into a demon, although there would be a qualitative leap in her cultivation level, she would be far from reaching such a terrifying level.

All things have karma, and Su Tiao was able to do this because he overdrawn his vitality and his own luck, temporarily raised his cultivation level to the Mahayana stage, and summoned the suppressed monsters under Fuyao Peak. Yes, when Su Tiao is restrained, these monsters will naturally disappear, after all, the magic barrier at the bottom of Fuyao Peak has not been broken.

"Elder Jianshen...?" The headmaster called out softly, but he didn't intend to approach him at all. The murderous intent and violence coming from Jianshen's body were extremely terrifying, which made him involuntarily think of evil ghosts in the abyss, the sea of ​​demons, etc. Asura.

"Su Yao's soul is in Lu Zihao's body." Jian Shen didn't look at the master, but gently pressed Mu Zhichan's soft lips with his fingertips, his pupils were deep, and his voice was soft: "Help me pull him out." , Throw him into the incinerator, but be sure not to refine him."

The head's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at "Lu Zihao" who had his tongue cut off at some point, and through Lu Zihao's body, Su Tiao's spirit could be vaguely seen, distorted and insane.

"Okay." The headmaster sighed, released his natal weapon, the fairy lock, and wrapped "Lu Zihao" tightly, and quickly disappeared on the top of Fuyao Mountain with one hand.

Jianshen slowly hugged Mu Zhichan horizontally, and at the moment of hugging him, he lovingly kissed the lips of the person in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "...wait for me."

Afterwards, he carried Mu Zhichan back to his cave, Xueluo Changtian, put her safely on a warm jade bed, and carefully and gently took off the blood-stained robe one by one, Changed into a brand new silver and white robe.

Jian Shen was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him silently for a long time with a strand of black hair hooked to Mu Zhichan, then, he put that strand of hair on his lips and kissed it again and again.

I don't know how much time passed, and the man with a face like a god stood up and left the cave calmly, but his eyes were dark without any light.

Jianshen soon came to the attic where the Huoyi incinerator was placed, and said to the master who was standing in front of the furnace with his hands behind his back: "This person, Su Yao, has fallen into a demon and killed my beloved disciple. Can I decide who he is?" fate."

Although it was a question, the head of the sect clearly understood that the other party was just telling him.

"Although he made a big mistake, he is only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid after all, remember to be modest." The sect leader sighed, patted Jianshen on the shoulder and left.

Immediately, Jian Shen was the only one left in the huge Huo Yi incinerator room.

"Properity?" Jian Shen chuckled, controlled a chain with cold eyes, tied and pulled out the soul of Su Tiao who was immersed in the furnace and hung it above the furnace mouth.

"It hurts! It hurts! Jianshen...Master...I was wrong! I dare not do it again!" Su Yao's lips opened and closed, her expression alternately painful and grim, "No! I am right! Mu Zhi Cicada should die! Hahaha, he should die! Ah!"

A scream pierced the silence of the room.

Jianshen manipulated the sword with a calm expression to cut off a piece of meat from Su Yao's face, and after the piece of meat fell into the furnace, he cut off the second piece.

The pain of cutting the soul is a hundred times more intense than cutting the body, so that Su Tiao kept struggling crazily and screaming continuously.

But those who tortured him were not moved at all. His graceful movements cut off pieces of Su Tiao's soul one after another, causing a long and heart-piercing pain that seemed endless and endless.

……

Ye Qingliu, Fu Hongyuan and Shen Heshu raised their eyes together. Although the three of them were in different directions, at the moment Mu Zhichan lost his voice, they involuntarily glanced in the direction of Fuyao Peak, and for some reason began to feel a little nervous impatient.

They always feel that something extremely important has suddenly disappeared, and their hearts are so hollow that it makes people panic.

At this time, fine snow drifted silently from the sky, and it fell to every corner of the Penglai Sect one after another, as if announcing the end of a life.

The snowfall was very strange. The Penglai Sect was like spring all year round. In the impression of everyone, it never snowed at all.

But right now...

Ye Qingliu and the others' eyes dimmed, and they made a decisive decision, and they all flew to the top of Fuyao Peak, wanting to see Mu Zhichan more intensely than ever, but they were destined to be one step late.

And the snow fell even more.

……

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"Master's script progress has reached 100, and the actor's consciousness has been withdrawn, the world scene is closed, and the storage progress is 12, 51, 100."

"C-level actor Mu Zhichan, your plot deviation index for this performance task is 75.

The script completion degree is 100.

Comprehensive evaluation: a-

Obtained basic credit points: 10.

Subsequent audience tipping credits will be allocated to personal terminals according to the proportion of the role, please pay attention to check. "

"C-level actor Mu Zhichan, serial number: 7769, welcome back to the real world."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020100222:43:342020100522:34:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

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