After the villain's cultivation base is lost

Not long after Sheng Jiao went out, the whole boat shook violently, and there was a white thunder outside the window.

It seems to be handed over.

Le Zhengzhen and Feng Yu didn't bother to go back, they directly took off their shoes and jumped onto Xi Jianglan's bed, squeezed him into a corner, and only gave him a small piece of quilt.

"Excuse me." Xi Jianglan pressed his face against the wall, struggling and said, "I'm barely a dying patient, can you two treat me as an individual?"

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Xi Jianglan: "..."

Ying Zhuo's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to meddle in senior brother's affairs, he could only see out of sight and out of mind, swallowed his anger and walked away.

"Hey, the cultivation level of the person who came back here is a bit high, how come Sheng Jiao hasn't come back for a long time?" Feng Yu lay there sprawled there, muttering.

Le Zhengzhen sneered: "It can't be that Sect Master Sheng is not as good as that person, tsk, it seems that Huanxujing, Tianyanzhu, "Knowing the Way of Heaven", and Sect Master Xiezhi are nothing more than that.Ah! "

... Derogatory all over Sheng Jiao.

Xi Jianglan turned over with difficulty and grabbed the pillow that the two of them had seized with all his strength.

The noble heads of the two were as immovable as a mountain, and Xi Jianglan couldn't snatch them back, so he had to kick them one by one: "Are you still children, grabbing the bed with me?"

Feng Yu lazily said: "Isn't it often like this in the academy before? Hypocritical, lie down quickly, the quilt is getting windy."

"At that time, you only occupied such a small position, but now..."

Xi Jianglan originally wanted to scold them, but as soon as he said the words, he immediately regretted it, secretly screaming that it was terrible.

Sure enough, the two of them didn't miss any chance to derogate him for being short, and the cheapest bared his teeth at him, and at the same time raised his hand to pat his head.

Feng Yu said: "Yes, yes, we only occupied such a small space at that time, how can the bed be filled by only two people today? Hey Le Zhenzheng, why do you think this is?"

Le Zhengzhen: "Of course it's because you and I are so tall and burly. Unlike some people, who are older than us but don't grow taller. Oh, what a shame—and, again, call me by the wrong name." kill you."

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan rushed forward: "I will kill you!!"

The three of them wrestled together in the small bed.

When Sheng Jiao returned to the boat with a blank expression on his face, Xi Jianglan was sitting there alone drinking tea in a thin coat and Sheng Jiao's outer robe.

It was midsummer, but the sky was as cold as winter, and strands of snow-white mist emerged from the hot tea.

The smoke is lingering, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

Sheng Jiao walked over slowly, reaching out for his teacup.

Once Xi Jianglan drank tea, he couldn't fall asleep at night and could stare until dawn. He let Sheng Jiao's hand brush his five fingers and took the teacup away, saying, "Where's the person?"

"Neidan blew himself up."

Xi Jianglan was taken aback.

The self-explosion of the inner alchemy in the Void Realm is no small matter. If it is a little careless, it may be razed to the ground for a hundred miles around. The boat was not smashed into pieces with such a big movement, but only bumped twice?

Is Sheng Jiao's cultivation really just a vain realm?

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

Xi Jianglan let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Sheng Jiao turned around and was about to go back to his room, Xi Jianglan got up and followed like a tail.

Sheng Jiao looked back at him.

Xi Jianglan pointed at Youjian innocently: "My bed was torn apart by Feng Yule Zhengzheng, I can't sleep."

Sheng Jiao frowned.

The bed in Youjian collapsed to pieces, Le Zhengzhen and Feng Yu were probably afraid that Sheng Jiao would come back and beat them, so they had already run away in a hurry.

Sheng Jiao didn't speak, and continued to walk forward.

This attitude is tacit consent.

Xi Jianglan followed happily.

The layout of the private rooms on the boat was similar, and Xi Jianglan skillfully took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, hugging the quilt and lying in the middle of the bed, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

Sheng Jiao was sleepless all year round, meditating with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

Xi Jianglan drank a few sips of tea, his drowsiness was gone, and he tilted his head to look at Sheng Jiao.

Sheng Jiao has a straight posture at all times, his broad and tall figure is like a snow-capped mountain.

He had a stern face, and the Tianyan beads were hanging docilely on the bony wrist bones. For some reason, he changed his usual blue thunder pattern, and all the [-] beads were dimmed.

Xi Jianglan was keenly aware of something, and stretched out his foot to kick Sheng Jiao's knee.

"Sheng Jiao?"

Sheng Jiao didn't answer, and the brows didn't move.

Xi Jianglan used his trump card again: "Sheng Wuzhuo?"

No matter how pretentious Xi Jianglan was before, as long as he called "Sheng Wuzhuo", he would respond no matter how angry he was.

But at this moment, Sheng Jiao's lips were pale and unresponsive, as if he had fallen into a trance.

Xi Jianglan frowned slightly and crawled to his side, stretching out his hand to put a sticker on Sheng Jiao's face.

Snow-white frost crystals condensed on Sheng Jiao's brows, like rime, even on his black hair, but his face was hot like boiling magma, so hot that Xi Jianglan retracted his hands.

Sheng Jiao closed his eyes and settled down completely, the spiritual power of "Kan Tian Dao" was slowly circulating in the meridians, if he opened his eyes, there would definitely be a golden sky flowing through those dark pupils.

Xi Jianglan's eyes darkened.

It seems that the self-destruction of the inner alchemy of the Void Realm cultivator did not leave Sheng Jiao unscathed.

Xi Jianglan sat across from Sheng Jiao, staring intently at that cold face.

Suddenly, a golden pattern flashed across the beautiful eyes.

After a flash, Xi Jianglan suddenly said in a low voice with disgust: "Shut up!"

There was dead silence all around.

No one spoke.

Xi Jianglan stretched out his hand towards Sheng Jiao, traced Sheng Jiao's facial features with his fingertips, and said calmly, "How could he kill me?"

He seems to be convincing someone, but also seems to be deceiving himself.

Yubai's fingertips lightly tapped on Sheng Jiao's thin lips, and he paused.

Xi Jiang kept his eyes open for a long time, then his thin figure suddenly stepped forward, and his two fingers joined together as a knife, and fiercely pressed against the vital gate of Sheng Jiao's neck.

At that moment, Xi Jianglan's expression was indifferent and ruthless, and the spiritual power from somewhere made the wind blade on his fingertips fierce, and it only took a moment to draw a ferocious bloodstain on Sheng Jiao's neck.

——It was only half an inch away from pouring poisonous blood into Shengjiao's Mingmen meridian, and completely killing the Suzerain of the Xiezhi Sect in this small bed.

Sheng Jiao didn't move at all, his spiritual consciousness still sank into the inner mansion, and he sank into the resting heart without any defense.

Perhaps Xi Jianglan has been too obedient these past few days. He neither fights fiercely with him to kill people, nor speaks nonsense like a monster. This kind of meekness is like returning to the false illusion of his youth, making Sheng Jiao know that he wants to enter meditation. , but still let Xi Jianglan follow.

Xi Jianglan's hand sank slowly, his pupils were cold and mercilessly staring at the blood streaming down Sheng Jiao's neck.

"He wants to kill me." Xi Jianglan thought expressionlessly, "I don't want to die, I have to kill him first."

Human nature is inherently selfish, and it is inevitable for anyone.

Sheng Jiao fell into samadhi unprepared, this was the best time.

Sheng Jiao's eyes are slightly closed, and after six years, his facial features are more handsome and dignified than when he was a teenager, as frosty as a cold winter wind, just a light blow can scrape off a layer of flesh and blood.

For no reason, Xi Jianglan's rock-steady hand trembled suddenly, and quickly withdrew it as if struck by lightning.

Blood soaked into the black clothes along Shengjiao's neck, and there was a faint smell of blood in the narrow bed.

Xi Jianglan stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly bent down and pressed his forehead between Sheng Jiao's knees, trembling all over, and finally let out a broken sob.

The Tianyan spiritual power in Shengjiao's body was running silently to heal the wound on his neck without even leaving a scar.

Xi Jianglan's eyes were slightly red, and he curled up next to Sheng Jiao, his head resting on his legs, his eyes staring blankly at the void.

After sailing for a day and a night, the boat had completely left Zhongzhou and quietly entered the southern border.

It was summer, and it was rainy in the south, and the ice crystals frozen by the high altitude crackled and smashed on the top of the boat.

The dark cloud that fell in the rain was too huge, and the boat drove for two or three hours before finally leaving at dawn. The wooden wings of the mechanism were smashed into holes by the freezing rain, but fortunately, it was barely able to continue flying.

The first ray of morning sun falls from the clouds through the carved windows and falls between the beds.

Xi Jianglan sat there with sleepy eyes, sat cross-legged and dozed for a long time before getting out of bed with his feet fluttering, and opened the half-closed window.

The sun is rising, and the sea of ​​clouds is boundless.

Looking around, the pavilions and pavilions are faintly exposed among the clouds that look like snowdrifts, which looks like a fairyland in Penglai.

——That is the southern border "Nine Heavens".

It should have been two days from Zhongzhou to the southern border, but Ying Zhuo's boat trip was much faster than the usual boat trip with hundreds of thousands of people, and it took one day and one night to get there.

Xi Jianglan just woke up, his mind was in chaos, and he stared sickly at the sea of ​​clouds.

He didn't realize what he did last night until he became more conscious.

He seems, probably...

She almost killed Sheng Jiao.

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan woke up instantly, and hurried back to lift the bed curtain.

Sheng Jiao was still sitting on the bed in meditation. The wound on his neck had completely healed without even a scratch, but there was an obvious dark spot in the black clothes - that was the blood from Sheng Jiao last night.

Xi Jianglan's face turned green.

Estimating that there is still an hour before he can truly enter Nine Clouds City, Xi Jianglan tentatively asked: "Wu Zhuo? Sheng Wu Zhuo?"

Sheng Wuzhuo still didn't respond.

Xi Jianglan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly stepped forward, stealthily like a thief, and untied Sheng Jiao's waistband.

He had to destroy Sheng Jiao's clothes, otherwise Sheng Jiao would have to hang him up and whip him.

Fortunately, Sheng Jiao's clothes are simple and not as gaudy as Xi Jianglan's three-tiered and outer-tiered clothes, so it's easy to take off.

Xi Jianglan held his breath and carefully untied Sheng Jiao's waist seal, and then untied the lace of his clothes, hoping that Sheng Jiao would return to his soul later.

Just as Xi Jianglan tiptoedly took off his outer robe and was about to take off his middle coat, the door was suddenly knocked hard.

"Xi Jue, get up quickly, Nine Heavens City is here!"

Xi Jianglan's hands trembled, and he almost spit out ghosts from fright.

He gritted his teeth silently, seeing that Sheng Jiao hadn't woken up yet, he said angrily, "Got it."

Feng Yu didn't have the eyesight, and was still outside the door: "It's better to come early than coincidental. I just saw the rhinoceros horn lamp saying that the annual election day of the Hongchen Zhijun Building happens to be today, so it's a good show." Look."

Xi Jianglan had a guilty conscience, he was afraid that Feng Yu would wake Sheng Jiao up, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you shut up?"

"Oh." Feng Yu closed his mouth, then lowered his voice after a while, and asked cheaply, "It's so early in the morning, are you doing anything stupid?"

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Xi Jianglan: "Get lost—"

Feng Yu laughed out loud and rolled over happily.

Xi Jianglan was so angry that he continued to gently untie the belt of Sheng Jiao's middle coat, and gingerly pushed down the bloody clothes.

Just as he was hesitating whether to raise Sheng Jiao's hand to take off his sleeves, he suddenly felt a gaze falling silently from above his head.

Xi Jianglan took a breath.

Immediately afterwards, Sheng Jiao's rock-like breath changed silently, and the spiritual consciousness that had sunk into the inner mansion to adjust his breath gradually returned, and the frost between his brows and eyes melted, turning into water droplets and sliding down his chiseled face.

With a "tick", it landed on the back of Xi Jianglan's hand.

Xi Jianglan trembled violently, and raised his head little by little in a horrible way.

From the chin, to the thinned lips, to the tip of the nose...

No matter how slow Xi Jianglan moved, he finally met Sheng Jiao's inky black eyes.

At this time, Sheng Jiao's clothes were half undressed, and his upper body was almost naked. Xi Jianglan wanted to take off his sleeves like a thief, and put almost half of his body in his arms.

A hand as white as jade with slightly bent knuckles was still clinging to Sheng Jiao's shoulder, looking inexplicably ambiguous and lustful.

Xi Jianglan: "..."

Sheng Jiao: "..."