Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

Although the Yuli in front of him still had the familiar appearance, his demeanor and temperament were completely different from the original Yuli Zhenjun.

Wen Chuyi raised his hand to recall the Flying Star Sword, and looked at Yuli, the pupils of the other party gradually turned scarlet, but this red was different from Zhou Yuyue's red pupils, it was bloody black and thick.

The two strands of devilish energy above the room are comparable, and one of them is extremely mixed with black mist, as if it was forcibly blended together from other people's patchwork.

Wen Chu had only seen this kind of aura in Fallen Phase.

Yuli narrowed his eyes slightly, without any expression on his face, which is a bit like Zhenjun Yuli's previous appearance, but the murderous look in his eyes is almost turning into substance.

"Are you the one chosen by that group of stubborn old people?"

Wen Chuyi is only in his 20s, no matter how talented and superior he is in cultivation, it is impossible for him to achieve the Great Perfection in just [-] years.Not to mention that the aura is declining now, even in the era when the aura was abundant thousands of years ago, it was impossible for such a person to appear.

Then it's just...that group of people.

Wen Chuyi didn't answer, and his spiritual sense rushed towards Yuli like a tide. His speed was extremely fast. Although he only stayed on Yuli's body for less than a breath before withdrawing, he still found the answer he wanted. Abandon."

The real Yuli Zhenjun closed his eyes and fell unconsciously in the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness, only a little bit remained, and most of the rest had been taken away by the 'Yuli' in front of him.

"Yeah, why, you want your master to come back?" Yuli couldn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes, but there was a smile on his face again, and he said coldly, "Don't think about it, even if you are as good as me So what, you can't kill me."

Yuli walked slowly towards Wen Chuyi, when a dark mist suddenly emerged from under his feet, and the black mist seemed to be about to come out, "Besides, this body belongs to your master, and if I hurt him, he was hurt. Do you dare to do it?"

Wen Chuyi saw that Zhou Yuyue had been cursed with a confinement spell. Although it was only the most basic spell, only those with the same level of cultivation or above it could undo it.

Quickly undoing the curse for him, Wen Chu raised his sword and cut off a few ferocious ghost claws that were stretching towards him. The ghost hand fell to the ground, and a pit was immediately corroded on the ground.

"Why not, if Master knows that your body is being used by you to do such outrageous things, I'm afraid he can wake up without me."

Yu Li stood still, and the black mist behind him surged even more violently, like the exit of hell, with several pitch-black heads roaring to break free, weird and dangerous.

Demon Qi and Sword Qi competed against each other, and the majestic air flow penetrated the roof and walls. Wen Chuyi deliberately led Yuli to the outside. I don't know if the younger brother was injured. It would be bad if it spread again.

Wen Chu was calm on the face, but he was very anxious in his heart. Thinking back to the way Junior Brother looked at him just now, his heart was filled with sourness and anger.

His eyes have no highlights!

Gan!What the hell did this degenerate do!

Several dead bodies made of black air stood behind Yuli. He looked at Wen Chuyi, holding the tide sword in his hand, and his eyes fell on the lingering and dancing thunder and lightning around him. His body's instinctive fear of thunder and lightning made him frown. His murderous intent and fear towards Wen Chuyi became even more serious.

He must make a quick decision. This move probably has attracted the attention of Xuan Jianzong, and the others are nothing to be afraid of. Only the thing in the hands of the master Xuanqiu can't compete for the time being.

When the sword was raised, the devilish energy behind him also moved along with it. Chao Sheng's swordsmanship was overbearing and fierce, barely usable. Although he was not very familiar with it, his body's instincts made up for this shortcoming.

As soon as Wen Chu raised his sword, what followed behind him was a thunder net that exploded like fireworks, and a long-awaited thunder pillar.

Hearing Shi Potian's shocking bang, the silver-white light suddenly pierced through the cloud, and the windy mast slashed towards Wen Chu, the speed was so fast and the situation was so sudden, when Yu Li reacted and wanted to escape immediately, it was too late .

Huge pillars of thunder surrounded Wen Chuyi and Yuli, and gave them indiscriminate electric shocks.

Wen Chuyi's black hair was once again electrified into big waves. He blocked Yuli's sword without changing his face, and pulled him back with skillful strength, waiting for the baptism of the second thunder.

If Yuli was the home of an ordinary monk, then Wen Chuyi would have raised his sword directly, but Yuli was a fallen figure, and lightning strikes would have caused him more damage than physical damage.

Yuli naturally saw Wen Chuyi's thoughts, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his mouth was filled with a sweet and bloody smell, and his complexion was a little pale.

Although his cultivation is at the fusion stage, this physical body is still the Great Perfection of God Transformation, and it will probably be useless after being struck by lightning a few more times.

But I didn't intend to use this body all the time.

Enduring the piercing pain, Yuli condensed his energy to attack with his sword, and the demonic energy quietly converged, only waiting for the right time to attack Wen Chuyi.

In the room, Zhou Yuyue moved her fingers and slowly sat up from the soft bed.

His black hair hung down in front of him, and his porcelain-white skin made him look like a ball of cold jade in the night. He held his clothes together with his fingers. During his movements, his blood pupils never blinked and never moved away from Wen Chuyi's body.

He is a demon cultivator, so he naturally has an instinctive fear of thunder and lightning, but he raised his hand to grab a ray of silver and white lightning, and the pain caused by the current entering his body made the corners of his mouth slightly curl.

The devilish energy surged under his feet tore the pitch-black demon corpse to pieces, and then he walked towards the huge beam of light step by step.

The black vines began to grow crazily on the ground, coiled and intertwined, guarding behind Zhou Yuyue like a wriggling giant snake, accompanying him into the silver circle of light.

This thunder pillar is big enough. In the gap before the second thunder and lightning fell, Yuli poured the compressed and collected magic energy into Dao Chaosheng sword. Bitter.

All the thoughts were only in the light of the electric flint, but the sword energy could not be exerted. Yu Li slowly lowered his head, looking at the spiked vines protruding from his chest, and there were faintly tiny lightning jumps on it.

Wen Chuyi was also shocked by this change, mainly because Zhou Yuyue walked in so carelessly, without any protective measures. He was Lei Lingen, and he was used to being electrocuted, so there was nothing wrong with him, but he was different, It hurts Moxiu to be hit by lightning!

The nine-split kite vine itself has some lightning attributes, so it can move freely in the thunder and lightning. Several thick vines entangle Yuli like a black cocoon.

Zhou Yuyue knew that this would only trap Yuli for a while, but that was enough.

Across the black cocoon, Zhou Yuyue took two steps at a time, grabbed Wen Chuyi's skirt and pulled it down before he could speak, and kissed him with his head sideways.

The kiss was urgent and fierce, Wen Chuyi blinked, raised the Flying Star Sword to cover his head, and the thunder and lightning that exploded turned around and landed on Yuli's body.

The other party's soft lips trembled slightly, and the sweet smell of blood permeated the mouth, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

Wen Chuyi sensed that something was wrong with Zhou Yuyue, so he clasped the back of his neck with one hand, freed his red and swollen lips from being bitten, and then pressed his head against the socket of his neck, "Hey, let's go out first."

He moved his hand down to wrap around the young man's waist, and threw the Flying Star Sword onto the black cocoon with one hand, stabilizing the Thunder Pillar instead of himself.

Yuli tore through the vines, just raised his head from inside, he was nailed back again by a sword, his scarlet eyes stared at the two people hugging each other tightly, even if it was him, he couldn't help cursing:

Gan!

As soon as Wen Chuyi brought the man out, there was a sudden wet pain on his neck. He glanced at the culprit, only to see a black head with a broad head.

It doesn't hurt, but I don't know if his mouth will be numb, after all, he still has electricity on his body.

……

The movement of Hao Jiafeng attracted the attention of many disciples, who all cast admiring and admiring eyes. With such a huge thunder calamity, which senior brother of Hao Jiafeng is going through the calamity?

Sect Leader Xuanqiu also noticed it, but...he looked up for a moment, and felt that the thunder tribulation was a little different. He had originally planned to go to Haojia Peak to find Zhenjun Yuli, so he happened to go there to see what was going on.

As soon as I arrived at the peak, I saw that the originally tidy courtyard became a mess. Not only was the door broken in two, but there were even many tiles and broken wood scattered on the snow.

"...How does this tribulation look like demolishing a house?" Xuanqiu, the head of the sect, was heartbroken as he calculated how much money he would have to pay, while walking along Lei Dian's location.

It's just that the closer you get, the more you feel something is wrong. Why does it have the aura of falling?

When he got there, the thunder calamity just dissipated, but the scene inside made him frown.

Why is there such a strong demonic energy on Yuli's body? Take a closer look, huh!Eyes also turned red.

Wen Chuyi supported his junior brother and pointed his sword at Yuli. He looked injured, with blood on the corner of his mouth, even his lips were stained red by blood.

Xuan Qiu realized the seriousness of the matter, immediately set up an enchantment on the peak, frowned and said, "Yu Li, what's going on with you now?"

"Master, he is not Master." Wen Chu was holding someone halfway, turned to look at Xuan Qiu, "Master has been taken away by this depraved form."

Yuli stopped the wound on his abdomen, and there was still an electric current flowing in his body, wiping away the demon energy in his body from time to time. Now that Xuanqiu came again, if he fought, he must be at a disadvantage.

"My name is Fanchi," a scroll suddenly appeared in his hand, which was then ignited by a black flame-like demonic energy. His eyes flicked across Zhou Yuyue, and then fell on Wen Chuyi, and he opened his lips and said, "We...see you later .”

After saying that, a formation appeared at his feet, and the next moment, it disappeared in place.

After all, Xuanqiu was one step too late for the head of the sect, and failed to keep him. He looked at the afterimage of the formation on the ground, no wonder Yuli had been hiding from him these days, so it turned out that he had been taken away during that time.

Fanchi... Fanchi...

After confirming that Wen Chuyi and the two were only slightly injured, Xuan Qiu asked them to go back to heal their injuries. He stood in the yard for a long time by himself. Suddenly, he raised his eyelids, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable shock, and he turned and rushed to the library. Court.

……

Wen Chuyi hugged Zhou Yuyue and walked down the mountain. After biting himself, he passed out.

The young man in his arms was very light, and there was almost no weight in his arms. Wen Chuyi recalled Yuli's behavior before. He knew about the Twelve Pillars Palace, and his tone was familiar?

And he also told himself his name... Fanchi, Fanchi, Fanhua, Fanchi...

Wen Chu paused for a moment, did something get mixed up just now?

Although they are mouths, the names of the two are indeed similar. He pushed open the door of the disciple's courtyard, walked into his own courtyard, put the person on the bed, took out the sound transmission jade slip,

"Jiuli, can you ask Grandma Ginkgo if she has ever heard of the name Fanchi?"

There was no response from the other side, and they should still be sleeping now.

Tucked the quilt for Zhou Yuyue, then walked out the door, Xiaobai and Xiaoju haven't come back yet.

The azure formation lit up in mid-air, and within a short while, a snow-white fox cub emerged from it. Wen Chuyi skillfully caught Xiaobai and put it on the stone table, and then prepared to pick up Xiaoju.

This time he expanded the formation a bit, and Xiaoju was not stuck at all, but his posture was a bit weird, with his feet up in the air, and there seemed to be something curled around his tail.

"Meow meow meow meow!" Quick!Bring the basin to Grandpa~

Little White's milky voice was transmitted synchronously in Wen Chuyi's mind, pot?What do you want a basin for?

Xiaobai didn't need to answer, Wen Chuyi already knew the answer.

He held the orange pig with both hands, looked down at the bunch of little sea beasts on its fat belly, and looked at a red-tailed little mermaid cub hugging the little orange's thigh for a while, and said in a deep voice, "...Xiaoju, Are you itchy?"

But in the end, Wen Chuyi still had to find a temporary shelter for those little sea beasts. After looking around, only the bathtub could barely fit it. He looked at it for a moment with a complex expression, and suddenly his right eyelid twitched. few times.

He took Xiaoju out of the room, and in order to prevent it from eating it, he set up a barrier around the tub, "You can't eat it, return them all tomorrow, you understand?"

"Meow meow?!" Why, they are all Grandpa's food reserves!

Fished out Xiaobai by the way, and closed the door, "We might be unlucky if we eat it, good boy, I'll give you another pot of dried fish tomorrow."

The sky was dark, and Wen Chuyi was about to rest after washing up. The young man on the bed closed his eyes tightly, sleeping very restlessly. He turned around and put his hand around Xiaoju's cursing mouth, "Shh, don't make noise."

The orange pig was forced back to its own den, weak and fat.

The bed in the disciple's courtyard was just right for one person to sleep on, but the two of them were a bit crowded. As soon as Wen Chu got into the bed, he picked up Zhou Yuyue and moved it inside. He was about to get up, but was grabbed around his neck.

"Senior brother," he said softly in the dark room, but the ruby-like pupils of the person below him seemed to have starlight, "Did I bite you?"

The pain in the neck disappeared long ago, Wen Chuyi shook his head, "It doesn't hurt... Did Xiaoju disturb you?"

He turned his head to look at the closed door, and the vines slowly retracted, and at the same time, Xiaoju's angry meowing and hammering sounded outside the door.

Zhou Yuyue set up a barrier, which immediately cut off the outside of the house. He rubbed the tooth marks on Wen Chuyi's neck, "No, it's just that it doesn't fit here now."

"Why..." Before he could say the words, Wen Chuyi was pulled into the quilt, and immediately after, a warm and flexible body pressed against him, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers filled the air.

"Brother, you can also bite back." The cold young man's voice softened, and his long eyelashes slightly covered his pupils, as if Wen Chu could do whatever he wanted.

The pitch-black vines quietly climbed up the bedposts, and then hung down, enveloping the entire bed.

"Ah, don't you need it... Junior Brother?"

"Don't! Don't touch me!"

"Don't cry, I'll help you."

The vines swayed leisurely, and occasionally there were a few uncontrollable low gasps and faint sobs from inside, as well as a low comforting voice from another person, "Junior brother, it's okay, come out."

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