This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

Gu Langqing's long eyelashes trembled, and the light of the arrow could almost create fire in the air. He suddenly turned sideways to dodge, but the arrow still managed to graze his jet-black hair, creating layers of waves.

Gu Langqing's muscles tensed up all over, he turned his head to look at the long arrow behind him, the feather arrow had already sunk deeply into the white wall, the depth was astonishing.

He looked up at Feng Wujing.

Feng Wujing also looked back at Gu Langqing, tilting his head slightly, smiling innocently and slyly, but with an indescribable cold killing intent.

The mountains, rivers and wind and rain outside the window seemed to have completely fallen into Feng Wujing's eyes, the storm was whistling and tossing, but his low whisper pierced through the wind and rain outside the window, echoing in this small house.

"You can finally remember who this seat is - Tian, ​​Qian, Xian, Zun."

Gu Langqing stood cautiously, and the shadow in red was approaching him step by step. His Dragon Bow was held in the palm of the man's hand, casting a snake-like shadow on the ground.

Feng Wujing was really intent on killing.

Gu Langqing lowered his head, sighed softly, and took the initiative to walk forward, he had an idea in his mind.

Immortal Venerable in White boldly stretched out his hand, and directly pressed the sharp arrow aimed at him with his fingertips. The tip of the arrow pierced the skin of his fingertips for a moment. The imprint was smudged and dyed, seeped down along the knuckles, and fell to the skinny and slender wrist bones, reddening the cuffs of the robe.

As if Gu Langqing didn't feel the pain, he held the arrow hanging from the longbow with his backhand. The silvery white long arrow was smeared with blood and was full of shocking bright red, but it revealed a bloody and strange beauty for no reason.

Gu Langqing also laughed, raised his eyelids, and looked at Feng Wujing indifferently: "Yes, you are the Demon Lord Feng Wujing."

The longbow didn't dodge or dodge, Feng Wujing let Gu Langqing cover his entire palm on it, his fingers rubbed and touched the rough bowstring, as if he didn't bring much strength, the whole person looked lazy and casual, but that But Zhang Gong was literally pulled away by him.

As if he was waiting for Gu Langqing's next move, he let out an "um" and opened his lips.

"Why are you doing this?"

Gu Langqing smiled softly, pressed the arrow point with his palm, and his whole hand covered the junction of the bow and arrow, dripping with blood.

"Immortals and demons are incompatible, of course I am for the peace of the Six Realms."

Feng Wujing squinted his eyes, and looked a little impatient.

Of course he didn't believe this ridiculous reason.

The young man in red took a step forward, and the point of the arrow pierced deeply into Gu Langqing's palm, forcing Gu Langqing to take a step back. The pain in his palm penetrated into his heart, and the blood spread like an ultimate aesthetic feast.

Gu Langqing still did not let go, his voice swirled and fell on this deserted hut, looking extremely charming.

"Or, Lord Mozun doesn't believe me?"

Feng Wujing looked at Gu Langqing's blood spilling from between his fair fingers, and sighed inwardly, this man is still lying to him.

What the hell is Gu Langqing trying to cover up by lying to him so persistently?

He looked sideways at Gu Langqing: "How can I trust you? Gu Xianzun's deceitful skills are indeed true, I admire you very much."

Gu Langqing tightly held the point where the arrows intersected, and smiled at Feng Wujing.

Suddenly, the bow and arrow in Feng Wujing's hand instantly turned back into the form of a rubber band, and fell right into Feng Wujing's fiery palm.

Gu Langqing seemed a little surprised, and withdrew his hands holding nothingness, and hid them under the wide cuffs, adorning the white cuffs with a few gorgeous blood plum blossoms.

He lowered his eyes and subconsciously took a step back to escape the inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere in front of him.

"How is it possible? Lord Mozun praised you, your memory really impresses me."

Feng Wujing rubbed the rubber band that suddenly shrank in the palm of his hand, his eyes sank, and he silently recited the formula in his heart.

Sure enough, there was no reaction. The real owner of the Kanglongbow is Gu Langqing. His behavior just now... should be a kind of blood feed that Feng Wujing has never seen before. of blood as a medium.

Feng Wujing's fingers were so strong that he seemed to be able to crush a rubber band. With a murderous intent on his body, he took a few steps towards Gu Langqing who was deliberately retreating, grabbed his blood-stained wrist, and pushed it to his chest.

It doesn't matter, without a weapon, according to the current situation, he can still defeat Gu Langqing.

Gu Langqing was pulled into Feng Wujing's extremely aggressive embrace. To be honest, this embrace was not warm. Although Feng Wujing's chest was born with the scorching heat of a demon, the excessive heat was very painful. Want to escape this strong shackles.

Feng Wujing looked at Gu Langqing in his arms, and was shocked that he seemed to have grown taller, and at some point, he was able to look at Gu Langqing's eye level.

Feng Wujing, who was of the right height, stretched out his other hand towards Gu Langqing's skirt, forcing the person to crash into him directly. He played with the rubber band in his palm, and then slowly let the rubber band fall from between his fingers, smashing it on the ground. On the ground, he stretched out his free hand towards Gu Langqing's chin.

One hand was clutching Gu Langqing's skirt, and the other hand was covered with blood, pinching Gu Langqing's jaw, leaving fingerprints like petals.

"What did you do to this seat's memory?"

Knowing that the cunning Gu Langqing would not answer him, Feng Wujing still asked this question.

With his fingers closed together, Gu Langqing's mandible was pinched with severe pain as if it could be broken immediately.

"You have to know that even if you don't use a bow and arrow, I will still kill you like a mustard."

Gu Langqing lowered his eyes and glanced at Feng Wujing, then suddenly raised the scarred hand just now, and patted the red-clothed boy's chest, but Feng Wujing deftly dodged it, and then passed his elbow, She wrapped her arms around his waist and put him in her arms, unable to move.

Gu Langqing who was restrained was weak all over, and the fear in his heart was diluted by the unique fragrance of the youth. There were still a few bloody fingerprints on his chin, which was very beautiful.

"You want to kill me? Of course you can, as you please."

Feng Wujing seemed to be annoyed by Gu Langqing's attitude.

There is no begging for mercy, no truth, no facts, nothing, Gu Langqing has been making detours with him, and the hateful thing is that Feng Wujing has nothing to do with him.

He was displeased: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Gu Langqing looked at him with a smile: "How dare you."

Feng Wujing pinched Gu Langqing's waist with one hand, and wiped away Gu Langqing's chest covered by the skirt with the other hand, wiped the fair skin with his fingertips, it was clean and spotless, but for no reason it was stained with a little bit of bloodstains.

"Gu Langqing, I thought you would threaten me with something."

Gu Langqing shook his head: "I won't, I promise you whatever you want."

Feng Wujing took his time to turn his eyes back to Lang Qing's face, his gaze seemed to be staring at a delicacy.

Gu Langqing was like a ball of soft cotton, when he punched it, he felt nothing.

Feng Wujing tilted his head: "Why?"

Gu Langqing's front was torn apart again by Feng Wujing, his whole body seemed to be exposed in front of Feng Wujing's eyes without any cover, and his expression did not change.

"For peace in the Six Realms."

Feng Wujing looked at him, momentarily at a loss for words.

At the end, he laughed loudly, the laughter shook the sky, and Gu Langqing, who was tightly pressed against his chest, could feel that the young man was in a good mood at the moment.

Feng Wujing picked up a handful of Gu Langqing's long hair, and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose. The two of them were very close, and Feng Wujing whispered in a hoarse voice, as if talking to a lover.

"Should I trust you?"

After Gu Langqing listened to these words quietly, just as she was about to speak, she felt a fiery hand covering her neck.

Feng Wujing let go of his lock of hair and pinched his slender neck.

Gu Langqing's swan-like neck has always been fragile and beautiful, like the lifeblood of that person, luring him to approach him step by step, to pick and taste the forbidden fruit.

Feng Wujing's palms gradually closed, Gu Langqing's breath was not smooth, and he gradually felt a fatal suffocation.

The sound of shortness of breath lingered in the room, Feng Wujing lowered his head, and sprayed warm breath on the tip of Gu Langqing's nose, his strength in his hands remained unabated, and the moaning and staring that belonged to the Mozun were very eye-catching.

Just when Gu Langqing was about to lose consciousness, fresh air suddenly rushed into his nostrils, Feng Wujing let go of his neck, and his words were full of hints: "Gu Langqing, break the illusion , let me go out."

Gu Langqing, who had just breathed fresh air, coughed violently in Feng Wujing's arms, his hair disheveled and trembling indiscriminately, brushing against the back of Feng Wujing's hands was itchy.

Gu Langqing's originally pale and bloodless face was coughed up blood, and the physiological tears at the end of his eyes were shaking, Feng Wujing held the person in his arms, and his thumb brushed the end of Gu Langqing's eyes with great force. Big, wiped the place left a trace of red tide.

After hearing Feng Wujing's words, Gu Langqing's blurred eyes showed a hint of understanding, and he didn't speak.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the young man's exquisite mandibles. Gu Langqing felt a little sad in his heart. He managed to regain his composure, but the feeling of suffocation just now still lingered in his heart.

Gu Langqing wanted to break free from Feng Wujing's arms, but now his whole body was limp, and Feng Wujing's strength was astonishing, he could only purse his lips, conceal the expression on his face, and his tone was a bit more Very cold.

"Then let me go."

After saying this, Feng Wujing actually let go of his hands directly, released the person in his arms, and spread his hands to express his innocence.

Gu Langqing moved his neck that was pinched uncomfortably, Feng Wujing swept away the ambiguous temptation just now, and said in a cold voice: "Now, break through the illusion."

Now that his spells are blocked, it is very difficult to break through the illusion, and relying on Gu Langqing is the most direct way.Therefore, taking advantage of Gu Langqing's weak health is the best opportunity.

Feng Wujing had no choice but to face up to his heart again, he couldn't bear him to die.

It was clear that with just a little more force, Gu Langqing's neck could be broken, and the illusion was simply and roughly broken, but he let go, as if he was guided by his heart, which made him very anxious.

Feng Wujing's face was gloomy. Since he couldn't get anything out of Gu Langqing, if he wanted to know what happened to his memory, he should go out of the illusion and take his time.

Gu Langqing looked at him with an unclear look in his eyes.

Finally, the man in white sighed softly, a light blue light glowed all over his body.

The scene in front of me fluttered down!

The scene of Wangyou Peak was completely distorted, the violent wind and rain outside the window merged with the red glow of the sky, thick color rolled out like ink, and Feng Wujing was sucked into it trembling and screaming.

Feng Wujing's head felt unwell, nausea and vomiting emerged endlessly, the whole portrait was torn apart, his ears were buzzing, and he closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes again, Feng Wujing saw a huge black-gray wolf dog. He was in a trance for a moment, and when his eyes focused on his body, he called out hoarsely——

"Fu Li?"

The author says:

It's too difficult, the author with obsessive-compulsive disorder looks at my little red flower trembling, and I will definitely start coding earlier in the future... It's really hard to prepare for the final exam.