Dressed as a male protagonist

The warm blood dripped on Wei Ling's chest and quickly cooled down.The surrounding darkness receded at a slow but noticeable speed, and the restraints on his hands also began to weaken.

Lu Wuchen lightly rested his head on Wei Ling's shoulder, facing his ear and said, "It seems that I have returned to the illusion... Master is still merciless to me..."

There was a lot of bitterness and sadness in the light tone, but Wei Ling didn't hear it.

Most of the darkness faded away, Wei Ling lay on the ground gasping for breath, his palms were covered with thin sweat from nervousness.

After a long time, Wei Ling tilted his head to look at Lu Wuchen on the side of his neck, and found that his eyes were still open, staring at him intently.

All of his blood dripped onto himself, and even began to dry up on himself.

Wei Ling stretched out his hand to push Lu Wuchen down, ignored the sword on his chest, first got up and picked up his clothes, and found that he couldn't wear them, then took out a new set of clothes from the storage bag and put them on.

Afterwards, he squatted in front of the protagonist, made a tactic to narrow the edge of the detached sword, and stretched out his hand to draw out the sword.

Seeing that the protagonist's clothes were only half off, he didn't help the protagonist stop the bleeding first, but helped him put on his clothes first, and finally took out the wound medicine to stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.

The protagonist stared at Wei Ling intently the whole time, without making a sound.

Wei Ling was disturbed by his watching, and he hit hard, spilling medicine everywhere.

The corner of Lu Wuchen's mouth twitched: "You obviously don't want to save him, why do you have to force yourself?"

Wei Ling paused, raised his eyes to look at Lu Wuchen's eyes, his eyes were like ice skates: "Killing you, isn't it too cheap for you?"

Lu Wuchen actually showed a smile: "Sure enough."

It was not the first time Wei Ling heard these two words.He remembered what Lu Wuchen said just now, "It's the same in the illusion".

"Heart Demon Realm, is that you?"

Lu Wuchen was silent for a while, then said softly: "At first it was me, but later...it wasn't."

Wei Ling was so angry and furious that he wished he could stab the person in front of him to death immediately.But after thinking about it, he was also stupid and didn't see the protagonist's mind.What's the use of being angry now.

Not only was Lu Wuchen aware of Wei Ling's killing intent, he was not afraid, but rather happy.

"You are just...crazy." After a long time, Wei Ling found out such a word to describe Lu Wuchen.

Due to excessive blood loss, Lu Wuchen's face was extremely pale.He looked at Wei Ling and said, "In this case, will Master remember me?"

Wei Ling said: "No..." He only said one word, and couldn't continue.

Although Lu Wuchen was laughing at this time, it was more like crying.It's like a child who lost his favorite toy, feeling confused, but gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

He didn't want to admit that he had lost something he loved.

A gust of wind blew Wei Ling's hair up, blocking his vision.

Wei Ling closed his eyes, as if a large bottle of seasoning was suddenly poured into his heart, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, everything was so exciting that he couldn't speak a word, and the corners of his eyes were slightly sore.

Just at this time, two people passed by not far away, one was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other was a young disciple in his early twenties.The two talked and laughed, pushing the empty cart together.

Wei Ling got up suddenly, and walked towards the two disciples as if fleeing.

But after a few steps, Wei Ling stopped suddenly, frowning as he watched the two disciples walk past him as if they hadn't seen anything.

Wei Ling's thoughts turned, and Li Xingjian shot towards the direction of the two of them.

The gushing sword energy brushed past the heads of the two disciples, and in the end, even the hairs of their hair were not disturbed.

Wei Ling understood, but he still flew over and stood in front of the two disciples.

The two disciples passed through his body without realizing it.

The voices of two disciples came from behind, and they were the two who passed by here before to deliver meals to the inner disciples.

"Brother promised me that he will only be with me in this life."

"Huh?" The young disciple didn't seem to expect the boy to say that suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment before he realized, "When did I ever lie to you?"

"Then why did you keep looking at that expatriate disciple just now?"

The young disciple smiled and said, "That's a disciple of the Yinsha Sect, named Xuanyuan Mo. He was the one who trapped the spies with a blood formation yesterday, saving the master and the others a lot of effort."

The young man was a little unhappy, and it wasn't until he walked out of this dense forest that Wei Ling faintly heard the other party say: "I will practice hard, and one day I will enter the inner sect, and be with my brother forever and ever!"

Wei Ling: "..."

Wei Ling, who was greatly irritated by the pair of senior brothers, walked back to the original place in a daze, and sat down with his legs bent.After a long time, he looked at Lu Wuchen again and said, "The Trapped Dragon Formation really shouldn't be underestimated."

It's right in front of you, but you can't see it, touch it, or hear it.

Perhaps the medicine given by Wei Ling had worked. Lu Wuchen sat up slowly with his hands on the ground.

"Is Master afraid?" Lu Wuchen asked softly.

Wei Ling said: "Life and death are fate." The protagonist's eyes are too bright, which made him afraid to look directly.

"Master believes in fate?" Lu Wuchen chuckled.

"Why don't you believe it?" Otherwise, why would he travel to this world?This shows that there is really an unknown power or "master" in the dark.

Lu Wuchen gathered his strength for a while, and said slowly: "I used to believe in fate, but after my mother was taken away, I don't believe in fate anymore." He looked at Wei Ling, his eyes seemed to be filled with fire, "My fate , must be in your own hands.”

Wei Ling: "..." You are so awesome, didn't you rely on the character design that I made for you?

Lu Wuchen obviously didn't know what Wei Ling was thinking, he thought Wei Ling was shocked by his remarks.

"Master also said before that cultivating immortals is going against the sky and fighting for fate with the sky."

Wei Ling's expression remained the same, but his heart was already turned upside down: "Well, Lu Wuchen, you dare to say that you are here waiting for him for a long time!" ! !

Lu Wuchen continued: "I thank him for bringing me to Wanzongmen, so that I can meet Master in this life."

Wei Ling: "..." This guy said it so clearly, should he refute it?

"Master, you don't have to be afraid of anything." Lu Wuchen stared at Wei Ling's side face, and said with a smile, "No one will hurt Master. If someone really wants to harm Master, I will protect Master even if I die .”

When Wei Ling heard this, he almost laughed angrily.The person who pressed him to fuck just now was a dog?

Obviously, Lu Wuchen understood the meaning of the expression on Wei Ling's face this time: "I shouldn't force Master."

After a while, he continued: “But I don’t regret it.”

"..." Wei Ling.

"Master, I've longed for you for a long time." Lu Wuchen said softly without stopping, "I want to kiss you, I want to touch you, it's because of love, not insult."

"I want to be with Master forever, no matter whether Master is willing or not, no matter what happens in the future, even if I die, my heart and soul will return to Master."

"Never say sorry."

"..." Wei Ling really had nothing to say or express this time.

——Is this really true?Or is the protagonist's love talk skill point too full?

Wei Ling moved his lips, and managed to hold back a few words: "...why."

Lu Wuchen smiled softly, with ups and downs of emotions in his eyes, and finally turned into endless stars.

He closed his eyes: "Master, have you heard of the snow wolf in the Silent Forest? The hunter saved it, but it wanted to kill the hunter. So people think this kind of wolf is cruel and bloodthirsty, and they are ungrateful."

Wei Ling frowned.

Lu Wuchen said: "I have seen this kind of wolf. After it was rescued by the hunter, it was taken care of by the hunter to recover. In the end, because it couldn't bear the hunter's loving wife and children, it killed the hunter's family and committed suicide. next to the hunter's corpse."

Wei Ling: "..." This doesn't quite match the version he knows, does it?

Lu Wuchen said: "It fell in love with the hunter, but the hunter only treats it as a beast, a wolf without emotion."

...Protagonist, you are not trying to describe yourself, are you?

In the next second, the protagonist suddenly came over and almost stuck to Wei Ling's face: "I am different. I will not hurt Master, even if Master marries that Shen Lingxue in the future, I will not hurt Master."

Wei Ling's hair stood on end: "...presumptuous!"

Lu Wuchen laughed: "Master, do you regret saving me?"

Wei Ling turned his head away and did not answer.

Lu Wuchen said: "I know, Master regrets it." He whispered softly, hiding the bitterness in his heart, "But things have already happened...as long as I don't die, I won't give up."

At the moment when he was on the verge of death, he had already fallen.

He still remembered the look of his master with his long hair wet with sweat.Even though his back was bent, his movements were still so gentle, and even when he was put on the ground, he would carefully put his hand on his back to prevent him from bumping.

He had never been treated so carefully.

At first he thought it was all a conspiracy, and this man had other plans to save him.But gradually he found that things were not what he thought at all.

When he was in the Blood Dropping Altar, this person blocked the attack of the poisonous snake without hesitation; When it was time, this person was protecting him and trusting him with all his strength.

Everything in the past, bit by bit, is baked into the bottom of my heart, engraved into my bones and blood, and the longer the days, the deeper it becomes.

This man is so gentle.

He would show helpless and indulgent eyes towards Fei Le, and would show a distressed expression the moment he saw him, and then hide it in an instant, purposely scowling at him and reprimanding him coldly.

He could tell that this was not his intention.

He is just deliberately imitating another person.

Because he is not the original person.

Yes, he knows it all.

It was because he knew that he couldn't control this feeling even more.

The more depressed, the more intense the burn.

Especially after Shen Lingxue and Venerable Jieying confessed their love one after another, he felt that he was about to be burned to ashes by the flames of jealousy!

But he kept hiding it all the time, not daring to reveal the slightest bit.

Because there are too many powerful people around his master, such as Nan Jinrong, Jieying, and Taoist Rongzhi.

And he is too weak.

It's just... After all, man is not as good as God, and the appearance of the forbidden demon completely disrupted his plan. At the moment when he devoured the forbidden demon, his feelings completely exploded!

I want to... catch him, possess him, enter his body, and rub him into my own flesh and blood! ! !

He never knew that he had such a terrible idea, such a crazy desire... If he explained it, would Master listen?

—No, no, he won't listen.

Lu Wuchen knows his master better than anyone else. For things that he is unwilling to forgive, his master will find countless excuses to persuade himself not to forgive.

His explanation will only backfire.

So... let him hate him.

At least, his weight in his heart has increased again.

The leaves around were rustling, Lu Wuchen lowered his eyebrows and his face became paler.

Wei Ling's mind was in turmoil, and he had nothing to say for a moment.

The two fell silent.

I don't know how long it took, Wei Ling suddenly felt a sense of trembling, as if some unforeseen danger was imminent——

Li Xing immediately set up at least ten sword energy shields in front of him, then he grabbed the protagonist's arm, stepped on his toes, stepped back tens of feet, pushed the protagonist aside, and immediately raised his sword to meet him.

The person who came was covered in a black cloak, without a sword in his hand, but countless black air overflowed from his body and palms as he swung his arms.When Wei Ling's sword energy shield encountered black air, it was like a snowflake touching water, and it was instantly melted away.

Wei Ling confronted him bravely, and he danced the sword skill of splitting flowers and shadows extremely superbly, and soon created a colorful mirror image around his body, and in this mirror image, he used thousands of flowers and shadows as weapons, Every step of the way.

The cloaked man used the black air as a weapon, and although it was extremely lethal, he couldn't bear the thousands of flowers and shadows who were rushing forward, and he didn't break through Wei Ling's defense for a while.

At this time, a cyan figure had already arrived.

The visitor just drew a sword with two fingers together, and instantly broke through the black air in front of the cloaked man, piercing him like a chest.

Wei Ling looked over in surprise.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, with picturesque eyebrows and a smile on his lips.

"Master!!!"

An extremely pure spiritual force bound the cloaked man tightly from top to bottom, Rongzhi Daozun moved and appeared in front of Wei Ling.

"Are you hurt?"

Wei Ling was about to shake his head, but Daoist Rong Zhi's expression changed, and he pulled off Wei Ling's lapel...

Wei Ling: "..." He said it wasn't his blood, would Master believe it?

Taoist Rong Zhi looked at Wei Ling's blood-stained chest, his eyes flickered, his lips pursed slightly: "Who did it?!"

Wei Ling said, "This is not my disciple's..."

Daoist Rong Zhi stretched out his finger, and lightly touched a certain red mark on his chest: "This."

"...Blood." Wei Ling spat out the last word with difficulty, and ten thousand muddy horses galloped past in his heart. It turned out that Taoist Rong Zhi was not talking about blood, but... hickey marks! ! !

Protagonist, fuck you, uncle! ! !