The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

The first thing that hit was a sharp stabbing pain in his abdomen, his gums trembled from the pain, Feng Chiling suddenly looked down, but before he saw any clues in himself, his vision also became blurred.

Luo Xiao saw his abnormality, and her lips moved slightly: "Are you going to wake up?"

Then, he stretched out a hand and stroked his apprentice's cheek. The previous light red mark was gone, but his brows were slightly furrowed, which seemed to be reprimanding: "Now I know it hurts, how did you feel at first?" I never thought about how it would feel to be stabbed by Su Xue?"

Previously, he pierced his abdomen with a sword, just to stop the restlessness of the inner demon, and deliberately avoided the vital point.Because there is no pain in the environment, Feng Chiling almost forgot that there might still be a bloody hole in his body at this moment.If he wakes up, the belated pain will undoubtedly swarm him, and he will feel better then.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Chiling didn't want to wake up anymore, but Jing Wuyou's figure flashed across his mind, and when he thought that he might be able to see this person when he woke up, he was inexplicably overwhelmed.

But as the pain became more and more intense, Feng Chiling's face became paler and paler, and she couldn't speak, so she had to force a smile, and in the blink of an eye, another scene appeared in front of her eyes.

The rumored invulnerable dungeon has been completely smashed out of the sky, fragmented, no longer exists, and the surroundings are in a mess.

The imprint between Feng Chiling's eyebrows faded and gradually shrunk, gradually turning from a slender brow into a small, inconspicuous red mole at first.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and his eyes slowly focused, and when he was able to see things, he met those eyes full of terrifying red bloodshot eyes.

This pair of eyes is between willow leaf eyes and Danfeng eyes, with narrow and long tails. When smiling, it is charming to the mind. When lowering the eyes, the ends of the eyes will appear sharp and majestic.

But at this moment, the unignorable blush on the corner of his eyes greatly weakened this layer of majesty.

Jing Wuyou held the back of Feng Chiling's neck with one hand, and desperately covered the wound stabbed by Su Xue with the other. A faint golden light emitted from the palm of the hand and the back of the hand, continuously conveying spiritual power.Even knowing that the person in his arms had woken up, he didn't let go or back away, but just stared at him without saying a word, his eyes slightly astringent.

After being silent for a while, Feng Chiling felt that he had to speak. Just as he wanted to get up, he touched the wound on his abdomen. The pain caused him to suddenly raise his neck and hiss. Jing Wuyou, who was supporting his body, immediately panicked, his expression slightly confused Said: "Don't move around, you still..."

As soon as he made a sound, Feng Chiling frowned slightly, and couldn't help reaching out to cover the other's mouth, signaling him not to speak again.

Jing Wuyou was stunned, and he only realized it later, he seemed to realize that his throat was so hoarse as if it had been scratched by sandpaper, and the moment he opened his mouth, it felt like being pierced by thousands of small thorns, and the pain was tight.Not only that, a few drops of blood spilled from the corners of his lips unknowingly due to the backlash of spiritual power.

He hadn't finished dealing with Sheng Rongxuan's escape before, when Jing Siyuan rushed to him and told him that something happened in the dungeon, and it was about Feng Chiling.

With regard to this person, Jing Wuyou always puts it first.Before he put down the things in his hands, he ran over without delay, but just after he arrived, before he took a breath, what he saw was the side hall that had turned into a pile of ruins, and the people lying in a pool of blood.

Jing Wuyou's tone almost didn't come up.

He walked up lazily, and with trembling hands lifted up the man who was barely breathing. His lips moved and he yelled over and over again, but this man just didn't give him any response.

Looking at the person in front of him with his limbs hanging limply, the wound on his abdomen is glaring, because it was injured by the magic weapon of the immortal family, the blood flowed profusely, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.There was not even a hint of color on his pale face, only the mark on his forehead was still flashing vigorously.

The spiritual power passed through, but was bounced back again, feeling the breath of the person in his arms getting weaker and weaker, until it almost disappeared in the end, Jing Wuyou panicked.

He didn't have any time to pay attention to Shen Yeqing, who was also half dead, or the palace eunuchs and guards who came one after another.

Jing Siyuan, who was half-brother with him, always knew what kind of temperament his royal brother had. He only ordered his subordinates to deal with the destroyed dungeon and Shen Ye, who was seriously injured, and did not step forward to intervene.Wei watched quietly not far away, protecting these two people all the time, but after protecting them for not long, he learned that Shen Yeqing was seriously injured, and had to return halfway.Jing Wuyou and Feng Chiling were left in place.

Jing Wuyou didn't know how long he yelled and how much he said, but he only knew that this person didn't wake up, didn't look at him, didn't scold him, he just kept talking like this, even if the spiritual power sent in the past would be bounced back in the end, even When it bounced back to him and became a harmful attack, it still didn't stop. A half-broken heart became more and more flustered and anxious.

Although these backlashes of spiritual power couldn't cause him any harm, but they went back and forth too many times, and after accumulating, those bloodshot eyeballs and a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth were the consequences.

So now, is this person blocking his mouth because he is worried about him, or just doesn't want to hear his voice or see him?

Thinking of such a possibility, Jing Wuyou's eyes dimmed in an instant. He pursed his lips, put Feng Chiling down safely, and gently opened his hand. When he wanted to get up, another arm caught him. He hooked his neck and pressed it down.

In an instant, the tips of the noses are facing each other, and the longing person is close at hand.

Jing Wuyou was stunned, opened his eyes slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Chiling seemed a little hesitant: "Just now you called me...you called me senior brother." After a pause, he added.

"...So what?" Jing Wuyou lowered his eyes and said, "You were my elder brother, although it was only in the past."

Feng Chiling smiled: "But you once said you would never call me that again?"

Although Jing Wuyou was a little displeased, she was surprisingly honest: "I forgot it in a moment of urgency, and I won't call again in the future. Why do you keep pressing me, don't you find it uncomfortable? Besides, don't you always hate me?" , why did you get so close all of a sudden?"

A strand of the other party's hair fell to Feng Chiling's ear, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something, when suddenly there was a light coughing sound from behind that was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing.

Feng Chiling and Jing Wuyou turned their heads to look at the same time, and there was a white figure standing in front of them, eyes slightly closed, hands clenched into fists to their lips.

Suddenly feeling that the person pressing on her was a little stiff, Feng Chiling hurriedly pushed him away, straightened her hair, and said after making sure that she did not break the etiquette: "Master."

But just after she finished speaking, there was another sharp pain in her abdomen, Feng Chiling twitched her brows, covered her mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Jing Wuyou frowned tightly, and just about to speak, Luo Xiao rushed over, a white light condensed around Feng Chiling's lower abdomen, and the horrific wound finally showed signs of healing.

"Your cultivation is at the stage of transforming gods?"

Unexpectedly, when she returned to the present world, Luo Xiao's first words were to ask him about his cultivation.But Feng Chiling also noticed that there seemed to be something in his words, and replied: "Yes."

Luo Xiao said: "For 100 years, you should have practiced every day, so you rose from Nascent Soul to Transformation God, isn't it too slow?"

Feng Chiling looked at him with a strange face, thinking that since he reached the Golden Core stage, his cultivation has been abnormally slow. This has been going on for hundreds of years, and his master is not unaware.

Luo Xiao saw that he still looked clouded and foggy up to now, her brows were wrinkled indistinctly, as if there was something embarrassing that she couldn't tell, and after a while, she said: "Ling'er, your time here may be..."

After a pause, he didn't seem to intend to continue, saying: "Forget it, let God do everything."

Feng Chiling was inexplicable: "Master, you have something to say, but halfway through it really makes me very uncomfortable."