Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

The radiation range of the aura of good brothers and sisters includes all living things, and it can be deduced from this that these people who are not affected by the aura are all fake.

When Wen Chu first thought that these men and women with lifelike expressions, no different from real people, were fake, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the hair on his arms stood up slightly, his gaze passed over their faces one by one, only when he looked directly into their eyes, In order to find the hole in the depths of the eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, thinking about the intention of the mysterious person who sent him here, ignoring the "hero saving the beauty" whose acting skills were full of loopholes, recalling the unguarded treasures of heaven and earth he saw when he entered the city, and then To those men and women with outstanding faces just now...

How do you feel that this is testing him?

Wen Chuyi calmly walked out of the spring-filled street as if an old monk had settled down, and then came to a deserted and desolate street. A wooden board was hung obliquely on the arch. The black writing had faded and was incomplete, but it was still roughly recognizable.

"Willing to protect the common people in the world, accept the advice of an expert, please go to the white gate; the common people in the world are none of my business, leave here, please go to the black gate."

As the words fell, two heavy gates suddenly appeared on the originally empty street, one black and the other white standing there, like black and white.

The daylight was suddenly covered by clouds, and the light dimmed, creating a somewhat depressing sense of solemnity for no reason.

No, why did the topic suddenly turn to protecting the world? !

The style of painting changed too fast, Wen Chuyi was caught off guard by the sudden heaviness, and had to read the words on the board again, concentrating.

He is just a piece of cannon fodder. His greatest wish is to survive in another world. The responsibility of protecting the world is too heavy. Let it be handed over to the protagonist. He has no diamonds or porcelain jobs. He has always regarded himself very well. clear.

Although he had a passionate dream of saving the world when he was young, the beating in reality has turned him into a hard salted fish.

Wen Chuyi straightened his chest and walked towards the black gate. He had to go back quickly, otherwise his junior and his younger brother should be worried.

The pitch-black door was opened by Wen Chuyi, and the target of entry turned out to be his room at Cangyumen!He stepped in and was the first to perceive the spiritual power on his body, but luckily it had recovered.

Wen Chu opened the window carefully, he was still not sure that this was really the Cangyu Gate, what if it was fake again like before?

There is not a peach in the peach tree outside the window, and the leaves are sparsely hanging on the branches. Standing under the peach tree is a cold and dusty young man in white clothes, holding a strangely fat orange cat in his hand, as if sensing his sight , raised his head, and then opened his eyes wide, "Brother!"

The fat cat also found Wen Chuyi, and immediately broke free from the boy's restraint with a meow, nimbly climbed up the tree, and hit Wen Chuyi like an orange shell.

The touch in his hand was familiar and real. Seeing Wen Chuyi in a daze, Xiaoju raised his cat's paw and gave him a few cat punches. His voice was exasperated, "Meow meow meow meow!"

At this time, there was also a knock on the door, which was very urgent, and before Wen Chuyi could answer, the door was pushed open.

The young man rushed in and hugged him with great force, as if he wanted to strangle Wen Chuyi into his flesh and blood. He didn't ask any questions, but said tremblingly, "You're back."

Wen Chuyi didn't expect his younger brother to be so emotional, his brows and eyes subconsciously eased, he raised his hand to gently stroke his thin and thin back, and hugged the trembling boy back, "Well, are you all okay, how long have I been away?" Is it?"

"It's been almost a year." The voice next to his ear was as clear and shallow as the mist surrounding the green hills, but the content of the words made him froze in place.

"Shortly after you disappeared, the demon clan united with the long-returned people to break a seal that sealed the demon abyss, and the world... was in chaos."

Zhou Yuyue let go of him, and Wu Lingling's phoenix eyes looked into his eyes, "The seal is on the surface of the sea not far from Cangyu Gate."

With a wave of the snow sleeve, the enchantment covering the waterside pavilion was removed. The sky was dark and dull, and eerie laughter and the roar of unknown monsters were heard from time to time. There was a disgusting smell in the air. bloody smell.

The clouds began to rain, but they were made up of countless broken limbs. Looking out the window, Wen Chuyi suddenly didn't know how to react. He just left for a while, and the world suddenly changed.

This kind of shock seems like he was still working as a carriage one second, and directly transferred to a high-speed rail the next second.

"Brother, the head of the sect is seriously injured, I'm afraid... you should go and see him quickly." Zhou Yuyue reminded gently.

As soon as Wen Chu came back to his senses, although he had many questions, he turned around and left quickly. When he crossed the threshold, he paused and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother."

He could have left when the seal was broken.

Walking out of the waterside pavilion, the scene outside was fully displayed in his eyes: Cangyu Sect disciples dragged their bloody bodies and walked past him with depressing and hopeless expressions; the dried brown blood stains on the ground stretched to his feet with bared teeth and claws; It rained, and the thick black clouds were stained scarlet.

The whole world seemed to be covered in a layer of blood mist.

Wen Chuyi avoided the walking dead disciples one by one. They didn't show any curiosity when they saw Wen Chuyi, their eyes were indifferent and numb. Even if he came back, so what, would the demons and monsters leave because of this?

"Hahaha! It's useless, we will all die at the hands of the demons!" A disciple who passed by Wen Chuyi suddenly pulled his hair like crazy, then ran away laughing , Crazy laughter floated in the dark sky, making the already tense emotions even more depressing.

Wen Chuyi climbed slowly on the cloud-piercing ladder, and he had a panoramic view of the island. Haihengyuan was no longer a place for his disciples to practice. There were countless corpses piled up on it. There were people and monsters, and the blue water was stained with blood Black and red, like blood that is about to coagulate.

The buildings on the island were more or less damaged, only Qianlong Palace was still intact, he opened the door and entered, the portraits on both sides did not chatter with him as usual, it was extremely quiet.

Look carefully, the color of the portrait has faded a lot.

The sculpture on the wisteria promenade is not as faintly lively as before, and now it seems to be just an ordinary statue.

Wen Chuyi quickened his pace, walked to Wen's father and mother's residence, knocked on the door, "Father, mother, I'm back!"

The door was quiet for a while, and soon there was movement. The owner's eagerness could be heard only from the sound of footsteps. The door was suddenly opened, revealing Mother Wen's pale face.

She looks haggard but strong. When Wen's father was seriously injured, she led the disciples of the Cangyu Sect to fight against the demons.

Mother Wen looked at him for a while, her bloodless lips trembled slightly, and she curved into a smile that seemed to be crying, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, Wen An should be relieved after thinking about it."

Wen Chuyi suddenly had a bad feeling, "What's wrong with Wen An?"

"A few days ago, he sneaked out to fight against Moxiu." Mother Wen turned around, her originally straight back was slightly bent, and her slender body became thinner and thinner. "He was injured and fell into the sea, and he has not been seen yet."

Wen Chuyi clenched his fists suddenly, and the Feixing Sword sensed the emotional fluctuations of its master, and stood silently beside his hand.

Suppressing the violence in his heart, he held the Flying Star Sword, his bony fingers turned slightly white, and he followed Mother Wen into the room.

Father Wen was lying on the bed with his tiger eyes closed, his lips were black, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, his waist and abdomen were wrapped in bandages, and dark red blood oozed from the wound, staining the plain white bandages red.

"Father has been poisoned?" Wen Chu not only had dark lips, but also had weird black and purple lines on his skin. Before he could take a closer look, there was a loud noise outside the house. The sound was clear, as if glass had been shattered .

"Not good! The protective barrier is broken!" Mother Wen suddenly turned her head and looked outside the door. She stood up and pressed Wen Chuyi's shoulder with a serious face, "Don't go out in Qianlong Palace, it's still safe here , demons and monsters can't get in..."

"This is a elixir to relieve your father's poison temporarily. If he coughs up blood again, feed him one." A warm white porcelain bottle was handed over to Wen Chuyi.

Wen Chuyi looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, and took Mother Wen's hand, "Mother, you are here to take care of Dad."

He put the white porcelain vase back into Mother Wen's hands. He couldn't, and couldn't, hide in the Qianlong Palace and be protected by Mother Wen and those disciples. He still wanted to find Wen An. He would be fine if he fell into the sea, and his younger brother would definitely be too. nothing will happen.

The goat's horns on the demon's head that broke the protective barrier were crimson and distorted, and his eyes were dark red. He was holding a heavy battle ax and landed on the grass in front of Qianlong Palace. On top of his head were fragments of the barrier that gradually disintegrated and dissipated.

Chi Zhan greedily stared at the shining Crystal Palace in front of him, his lips parted, revealing shark-like sharp teeth, all of these belonged to him!

More and more demons came in from the gap in the barrier, and soon, screams came from below one after another. Chi Zhan dragged his giant ax with a happy expression, approaching Qianlong Palace leisurely, and then raised giant axe.

The splash of flesh and blood, the screams of humans, the atmosphere of despair, some more, some more!

The muscles on both arms bulged, and the sharp ax blade fell with an aura of cutting mountains and rivers, and there was a sharp piercing sound, and then,

—he made a blank cut.

The gate of Qianlong Palace opened suddenly, and there was a sound of footsteps coming from the silent inner hall, Chi Zhan squinted his eyes, and locked his eyes on the young man who came out of the darkness.

"Half-step golden elixir." The demon's voice was rough and low, with a contemptuous mockery.

Wen Chuyi is also observing the demons in front of him, observing their aura, and his cultivation base is at least Nascent Soul.

When the sharp blade was unsheathed, the cold light reflected was like the frosty moon in winter, and the sharp eyes of the young man were reflected on the sword surface. The next moment, the knife and the ax met.

The sharp points collided and rubbed tiny sparks. Compared with the opponents Wen Chuyi had encountered before, the demons in front of him were undoubtedly stronger in terms of strength.

The dark golden battle ax is as tall as a person, and the demons are much taller than humans. From a distance, there is a big difference in the size of the two.

Wen Chuyi had no fear at all. At that time, the world of cultivating immortals was relatively peaceful. He never had a real life-and-death battle. Even the Central Continent Exchange Meeting was over. This time, the battle with the demons would allow him He let go of his fists without hesitation.

The Flying Star Sword was surrounded by tiny blue-purple thunder and lightning, and the sharp sword intent when the sword was swung moved the low-hanging cloud, splitting it in half from the middle.

The lightning root is the nemesis of evil things, and it is also for the demons, but the other party is much higher than him, and the demons are born with rough skin and thick flesh, and the damage caused by lightning to him has been weakened by more than half.

"It's actually a charged stinky swordsman." Chi Zhan moved his fingers that were slightly paralyzed by the electricity, spat, and his eyes became more and more unfriendly.

The battlefield between the two had moved from the front of Qianlong Palace to the flat ground at the foot of the mountain. Wen Chuyi met his gaze and rushed up again. His red robes were like flames, aiming to burn the demons in front of him.

The dark green lawn was sprayed with dark red blood, and next to it was a severed limb with flesh and blood exposed. The empty blue cloth was stained with blood. It was obviously a disciple of the Cangyumen who was killed by the demons. The severed limb was not far away. A human head rolled down, with bulging eyes, looking in Wen Chuyi's direction.

A huge big foot kicked the head away. Wen Chuyi recognized him as the disciple who led them to Shuixietai.

Under the shadow of swords and swords, both of them had wounds of varying degrees. Chi Zhan raised his hand to touch the blood on his cheek, and looked down. This sword repairer is just a young boy in his twenties. It was about to cut his eye out.

This person cannot stay.

Chi Zhan thought in his heart, and the dark golden giant ax in his hand attacked Wen Chuyi more violently. The force of the battle ax formed wind blades, leaving deep marks on the hard stone wall.

There were more and more scars on Wen Chuyi's body. The red clothes covered up the bloodstains for him, but the bright red blood still slid down the back of his white hands. He turned his face slightly, feeling like he was in hell for a moment.

The eyes are splashed blood, and the ears are screams of despair.

"Do you want to save them?" Chi Zhan grabbed him in a daze, and slashed at him with the giant axe, "but you are too weak, you can't even save your own life."

Wen Chuyi's keen intuition made his body react first, narrowly dodging the ax blade, but his abdomen was still cut by the ax gas.

"Chi Zhan, you're really useless, you've spent so long with a bastard who hasn't even grown a hair yet," a voice came in forcefully, soft and shrill.

Chi Zhan stopped the offensive at hand, and laughed back, "Aren't you too, you can lose a cub who hasn't been weaned yet."

Wen Chu originally wanted to take this opportunity to seize the life gate of the demon clan, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, "Wen An!"

The little boy bowed his head, his hands and feet were hanging down weakly, his face was covered with wet black hair, and he didn't respond to Wen Chuyi's words.

The Demon Race who was carrying Wen An gave him a slight glance, then looked at Chi Zhan again, "Come up quickly, that matter is important." After finishing speaking, he spread the thin black wings behind him, and flew towards the Qianlong Palace.

Holding a flying star in his hand, Wen Chuyi leaped towards Wen An on the rock wall, but was stopped by a huge ax flying across the way.Because he was concerned about Wen An's situation, he had completely disregarded whether he was injured or not, and just wanted to get rid of the demons blocking him as soon as possible.

Chi Zhan had the same idea as him, and under the shadow of the sword and blood, blood mist rose around the two of them.

Wen Chuyi's left shoulder was scratched with a deep and visible bone injury. While panting, he looked through the blood mist and saw that Wen An was strangled by the demon with one hand, and his body struggled less and less. until decadent.

He saw Wen An being thrown out casually.

He saw Mother Wen rushing out.

He saw the demons in the sky looking down at him.

The author has something to say:

Boy, do you choose the white door or the black door?

Black door?ok (backhand paint)