The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

He can always want to kill you one second, and talk to him the next second that nothing happened.

The Purple Nightmare King tilted his body and gradually approached Feng Chiling.

When the latter saw it, his face was full of disgust.

The sword in his hand couldn't help wanting to lift it up and stab him.

But the Purple Nightmare King suddenly moved closer to Feng Chiling's jade-like earlobe, and murmured a word in a low voice.

After hearing this, Feng Chiling's face returned to normal, and she said seriously: "This person looks like a mouse, it is quite possible." Moreover, he was not present during the time at the Nine Fire Liuli Terrace, almost after the fact. Ken showed up.

...It's just that the period of time is too tight, how did he manage to come back a few seconds after the man in brocade disappeared in the blink of an eye?

transfer character.

Since Shen Yeqing and Lan Suxin had a teleportation talisman, it's not surprising that that person would have one.

Besides, at that time, his arm was injured.If Feng Chiling's guess is correct, [-]% of the wound may have been stabbed by his ice pick.

As for what method was used to hide the remaining sword intent on his wound, it is still unclear.

But since the teleportation talisman can be obtained by this group of people, it must not be difficult to obtain the panacea that can hide the sword intent.

But these are just his guesses, there is no evidence yet.Before there is no definite evidence, he can't convict people at will.

But if it was really him, then who would be the one who planted Gu on him.

Shen Yeqing?

A mere golden core stage monk has not yet been able to fully control the Gu worms.

So it shouldn't be him.

But judging from the initial signs, the Gu caster controlled the Jinyi man very well, maybe there is another person behind that person.

Otherwise, the person in Jinyi would not be Sheng Rongxuan, but someone else.

The Purple Nightmare King held the human|leather mask that had just been torn from his face in his hand, and said solemnly: "My lord, look at this."

Feng Chiling, who was lost in thought, hurried back to her senses, and looked at his raised hand in mid-air according to the words.

After staring at it for a moment, he showed extreme disgust again, frowned and said, "What's wrong with this, what's so interesting, isn't it just your bad taste?"

The Purple Nightmare King asked, "What is this?"

Feng Chiling said: "...Speak humanly."

Isn't it just a human|leather mask, really pretending that he has never seen the world?

The Purple Nightmare King pursed his lips in embarrassment, and said: "When I was tracking the man in Jinyi a few months ago, I accidentally saw him tear it off. It's just that the other party turned his back to me and didn't see him clearly. s face."

Feng Chiling sneered coldly: "If you say that, the other party is still a master of disguise?"

After speaking, he gave the Purple Nightmare King a suspicious look.

As if to say: Is this really what the man in brocade clothes left behind, and not your bad taste?

The Purple Nightmare King's direct gaze hit his face, but the Purple Nightmare King ignored it on his own, half-hid his face, and his posture was particularly sissy: "Your Majesty, please be very careful with that person. If the person in Jinyi appears again next time, Your Majesty can try to tear it apart." His face, see if you can tear off a human|skin mask."

Feng Chiling couldn't help shaking her hands just by imagining it, and revealed her heart: "I don't really want to do such a thing."

He was like touching a piece of moldy moss when touching someone he was not familiar with.

Hands can be green at the touch of a touch, not to mention the complexion.

The Purple Nightmare King giggled and said, "My lord doesn't want to do this kind of thing, so I can let that little gentleman do it. His smell is surprisingly pure, and it shouldn't just be a simple cultivator."

"Look at his appearance, he's only 89 or [-] this year. According to his age, I don't think it's an exaggeration to be the disciple of the Lord."

Feng Chiling's beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent: "If you want to say that I am old, just say it straight, don't beat around the bush, no matter how old I am, I will be younger than you."

·Outside the Hall of Evil Ling

Jing Wuyou rested his cheeks, sitting alone on the steps in a daze.

He first looked up at the long dark night, and then lowered his head to look at the fiery trees and silver flowers in the distance.

It's weird, but beautiful.

He stared at the source of the prosperous red light in a daze.

Thinking about why the elder brother would know this kind of place and bring him here.

He always doesn't try to understand this person, and when he reacts, he realizes that he actually knows very little.

Should I try to learn more about it?

But I was worried that I would cross this line.

Feeling more and more depressed after thinking about it, Jing Wuyou picked up a hard stone on the ground.

The stone is sharp at the top and blunt at the bottom.

He poked the sharp part on the ground, twisted and twisted like a snake, and he didn't know what to draw.

Jing Wuyou's handwriting has always been beautiful, and his posture when writing is also very graceful.

But now he is full of preoccupations, whether others understand what he writes or not.

Anyway, he himself didn't understand it at all.

In the end, I drew a face that looked neither human nor ghostly, with a few crooked fonts attached to it.

Jing Wuyou stared blankly for a while, then clicked his tongue.

Just when he was about to scrape it off with a stone in his mind, Feng Chiling and the Purple Nightmare King in the room had already come behind him without anyone noticing.

The former bent down and grabbed his wrist holding the stone.

As soon as Jing Wuyou raised his head, he immediately saw his elder brother's chin.

Feng Chiling lowered her head slightly, and the broken hair on both sides fell on the opponent's face.

In those cold eyes, Jing Wuyou could see his face turned upside down.

Feng Chiling's lips moved, and the other party's eyes immediately focused on this peach blossom-like lips.

After concentrating for a moment, I heard the other party say: "I don't even know that there are people standing behind me, so you can see that you have distracting thoughts."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Chiling glanced at the depiction on the ground again.

Then said: "The situation seems to be quite serious, and it can make you scribble like this on the door of other people's house."

Hearing this, Jing Wuyou looked down at the masterpiece he painted on the ground, half-closed his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "I'm sorry."

Feng Chiling knew that his junior brother's bad habit of apologizing for a disagreement could not be changed, so she straightened up and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jing Wuyou said softly: "It's nothing, I just want to go back, it's too gloomy here, it's not comfortable."

Feng Chiling looked into the distance: "Really? I feel quite comfortable staying here."

The Purple Nightmare King flattered: "It's better to stay here~"

Jing Wuyou pursed his lips and remained silent, his heart became even more confused.

However, before he could be confused for a few seconds, Feng Chiling said: "I won't stay, I promised Wuyou to only come for a few hours. Now that the day is almost over, I will leave immediately."

After finishing speaking, before the Purple Nightmare King had time to show a disappointed expression, an ice sword appeared out of nowhere.

Feng Chi Lingzu lightly stepped on it.

Without him needing to remind him, Jing Wuyou, who was sitting on the steps, instantly stood up and stood behind him very consciously.

Inserting both hands into the waist of the person in front of him, hugging him tightly.

Suxue Sword soared, the night wind here seemed not as cold as outside.

Jing Wuyou hugged Feng Chiling without saying a word, bent his neck, and buried his head on his back shoulder.

Feng Chiling noticed his abnormality, glanced at him, and asked softly: "What's wrong, aren't you happy?"

He didn't beat or scold his third junior brother today.

Mainly because of what Jing Wuyou said to him yesterday.

Even if it was fake, he was still very happy.

So much so that today he tolerates the other party's unreasonable behavior in every possible way.

It was like being kissed on the back of the neck by him without permission, and Feng Chiling couldn't resist it.

But the strange thing is, it's fine if this kid doesn't smile at this, but why is he even more depressed?

It can't be that he likes being beaten by him.

Jing Wuyou didn't raise his head, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

His body trembled faintly along with him, and he said in a muffled voice: "It was a little bit before, but now it's gone, and on the contrary, I'm very happy."

Feng Chiling: "..."

Dare to be particularly happy is this reaction.

Jing Wuyou continued in a muffled voice: "Elder brother can keep my words in mind, I am very happy."

Feng Chiling rolled her eyes: "I can't understand what you're talking about."

There was no sound behind me.

Feng Chiling didn't want to continue talking with him, at least it was enough to know that the other party was not unhappy.

He didn't ask again, so naturally he didn't know.

At this very moment, what exactly is thinking in Jing Wuyou's heart.

Only Jing Wuyou could feel it, a burning sensation seemed to ignite in the dull pain in his chest.

Numb, itchy, and hot.

It was so hot that he couldn't help tightening his fingers secretly around the person in front of him.

After all, God gave him such an important person in his life.

It is so important that as long as we can meet, even if he is turned into ashes, he will not hesitate.

During the fugue, there seemed to be a voice shouting in my mind, wandering, lingering, haunting.

……you belong With Me.

If I can get you, I can do anything.

·

When he returned to the present world, the night was already dark.

A whirlpool rolled up in the lake, which was only a few steps away from the gate of Nanyang City.

The vortex is getting bigger and bigger, so big that it looks like a huge mouth of an abyss that can swallow hundreds of people.

The blue and white sword light flashed.

A smear of water color and a smear of crow black rushed out from inside.

The Suxue sword disappeared in mid-air, and even though Feng Chiling was hugged by Jing Wuyou behind him, she fell down without a burden.

Standing quietly on the shore of the lake.

When he said "arrived", there was no reaction from the people behind him.

Still hugging him tightly.

For some reason, Feng Chiling suddenly had a very bad premonition.

With lingering fear in his heart, he shrunk his neck, turned his head and said, "I'm about to enter the city, let me go."

Jing Wuyou: "..."

Feng Chiling: "Don't pretend to be dead."

Jing Wuyou murmured: "But I just want to walk away with my big brother in my arms."

Feng Chiling: "Stop dreaming."

Jing Wuyou raised his face from his shoulders, blinked his eyes and looked at the profile of the person in front of him.

Against the backdrop of the night, the contours of this face are clearly defined, and the skin is so delicate that it looks like fat, making it look like a real person.

Even if it is a banished immortal from the fairy world, it is estimated that he is not [-]% sure that he can be more beautiful than this person in front of him.

There seemed to be ripples in Jing Wuyou's deep eyes, which then melted away.

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Feng Chiling's ear, his voice was particularly ambiguous: "It's late at night, even if I kiss my elder brother all the way to the inn, no one will see."

Feng Chiling's face turned pale in an instant, her brows furrowed suddenly, and she glared at him: "Brat, enough is enough!"

During the day, he had already taken advantage of this bastard, because he was soft-hearted for a moment, and it was not convenient to move under the situation at that time, so he didn't teach this kid a lesson.

Up to now, I never expected that the other party not only didn't know how to restrain himself, but also dared to push forward again and again.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Chiling grabbed him suddenly, but unexpectedly, the other party grabbed his wrist instead.

Jing Wuyou's pale face reflected by the moonlight suddenly approached him.

The tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, and the distance is frighteningly close.

The slender and thick eyelashes hang down naturally, like the vast night sky, the eyebrows and eyes are full of tenderness.

Jing Wuyou said with a sneer: "I kissed senior brother during the day, but senior brother was not willing to hit me. Why do you like to do it at night? Could it be that senior brother likes such a mood?"

He raised his voice when he said this.

Although the voice is nice enough to make ordinary women's feet soft, but at this moment, it sounds a little loose and frivolous.