If the subscription ratio is lower than 70%, you can only see the update after 36 hours. Bi Xin~ Meng Chongguang already knows the whereabouts of the next key fragment. Is it time to kill him
The sharp edge of the dagger aimed at Meng Chongguang's eyebrows.
Just now, there was a scarlet demon mark because of excitement, and Xu Xingzhi was able to easily find the location of the mark.
Meng Chongguang slept defenselessly, hiding under the black hair was such a safe and harmless face, it seemed that the place where he was sleeping peacefully was the safest place in the world.
Xu Xingzhi poked his forehead, but he didn't wake up, just muttered: "Senior brother, brother."
As he read it, he laughed foolishly, as if just reading this name would make him give birth to endless joy out of thin air.
… After all, Xu Xingzhi lost the dagger, fell back, and put the back of his hand on his forehead.
Hold. never mind.
He is not a gentleman, but he can't do it with such a face to attack the unsuspecting Meng Chongguang.
If he does such things, even if he returns to his original world, Meng Chongguang's face will always fall into a dream.
Instead, he might as well take a dagger and wipe his neck clean.
Of course, Xu Xingzhi, who has always adhered to the concept of "it is better to die than to live", will not die so easily.
After putting away the dagger, Xu Xingzhi worked tirelessly to put Meng Chongguang on the bed.
He had probably lost a lot of energy in his response to the enemy today, so he might as well get some sleep.
Seeing how sweetly he slept, he was even a little jealous, so he scratched his pretty nose as if he was dreadful: "... what a real enemy."
After speaking, he decided to go out for a walk to relax. Who would have thought that he just got up and left the bed for two steps, Meng Chongguang made a low "um", his voice was hoarse and magnetic, which made Xu Xingzhi's heart sway and looked back.
—Meng Chongguang's brows were tangled, and his lips that were still rosy just now were closed, and he made a line.
Xu Xingzhi tentatively rubbed his eyebrows.
As soon as his fingertips touched Meng Chongguang, Meng Chongguang's expression relaxed strangely.
Xu Xingzhi smiled helplessly, put away his thoughts of going out, raised his legs to bed, lay down on his side, and closed his eyes as well.
... Meng Chongguang seems to be tired enough. It seems that he can sleep well only if he is by his side.
Speaking of which, Meng Chongguang was picked up by the original owner since he was a child, and his attachment to the original owner is no less than that of his father and brother, which is not difficult to understand.
There was nothing left or right, Xu Xingzhi put his right hand behind his head, looked at the top of the bed, and remembered the abusive remarks made by the animal skin man just now.
"Who am I, it turns out to be Xu Xingzhi, who murdered the master and betrayed the Tao!"
"...The wolf's ambition, the lack of morality, kill the teacher first..."
Everyone in the world thought that Xu Xingzhi killed his teacher, but the original owner's memory told him that Meng Chongguang did the opposite, killing his master in order to steal the divine weapon, and finally let himself bear the blame.
However, Xu Xingzhi looked at Meng Chongguang's current actions, but he was very affectionate. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like this kind of people who would do anything to seek things outside themselves.
Xu Xingzhi wondered if it was because the artifact was too precious that confused his mind
He turned over and lay down on his side, but somehow felt suffocated in his heart.
… The name of the original master, the master, seems to be "Qingjingjun".
The name went upside down in Xu Xingzhi's mind, and it made him feel uncomfortable, and he felt nauseous for a while.
He propped up half of his body and faced down the bed, wanting to vomit but not being able to.
Xu Xingzhizhao beat his chest twice and lay down again, and the pain and depression in his chest eased a little.
Xu Xingzhi couldn't tell where this feeling came from, so he could only comfort himself that he was using the original owner's body, perhaps because the original owner had a deep affection for the master, and he was so depressed when he remembered that he had already passed away.
Based on the principle of one sleep to relieve thousands of sorrows, Xu Xingzhi fell asleep with his head covered.
When his breath gradually stabilized, Meng Chongguang opened his eyes again, turned over, gently held Xu Xingzhi in his arms, and reached out to caress Xu Xingzhi's chest.
The heartbeat inside was heavy and powerful, and the sound was in my ears.
Meng Chongguang took Xu Xingzhi into his arms from behind and whispered in his ear: "Senior brother, don't be sad. Even if you want to kill me, I will not fight back. As long as you are happy..."
Saying that, he sniffed Xu Xingzhi's earlobe like a puppy for a while, opened his mouth to hold his earlobe, and bit it lightly with his small tiger teeth.
Xu Xingzhi frowned and snorted, but did not wake up.
That night, Xu Xingzhi had another strange dream.
This time, when he opened his eyes, he was standing on a high-rise building on Yaotai, holding a bamboo slip, dressed in formal clothes, and seemed to be preparing to preach Taoism.
Under the high platform, disciples gathered, and he saw one or two familiar faces. Meng Chongguang and Jiuzhideng had lost their youthful appearance and became handsome young men, kneeling on the futon and waiting for the lecture, but the two His eyes stared at him for a moment.
Meng Chongguang even waved his hand to Xu Xingzhi who was on the high platform while the disciples were standing still and looking away.
A quiet and amiable voice sounded behind him: "Go ahead, let's get started."
Hearing this voice, Xu Xingzhi's body froze.
The scene here is completely different from Luwangtai, and the uniforms of the disciples below are also neat and uniform, all white robes and cloud robes, with thin belts and hair.
… It seems that this place should be Fengling Mountain.
And the one who can instruct Xu Xingzhi, the eldest disciple, to start preaching, will it be the "Qing Jingjun"
Xu Xingzhi wanted to turn back, but his body refused to obey. He unfolded the bamboo slip and began to teach. He read out the ancient words one by one and explained them.
Xu Xingzhi thought that this scene was so realistic that it should be the original owner's memory, until a sticky and thick vine slipped silently into the bottom of his thick robe.
Xu Xingzhi felt slippery under his body for a while, but before he recovered, the fingers that held the bamboo slips slammed into a shriek, and an exclamation rushed to his lips, and he was tightly sealed between his teeth, swallowing it.
Seeing that Xu Xingzhi did not dare to resist the call at the tip of the vine, it became more and more arrogant, and turned over and overturned, walking through Xu Xing's legs, like a thirsty deer drinking, like a fish swimming in water.
Xu Xingzhi raised his eyes in a panic, but no one noticed his abnormality.
The disciples below all looked up at him, their eyes full of admiration and respect, and Meng Chongguang also mixed in, staring at him with shining and burning eyes.
Xu Xingzhi endured his blue veins bursting, his fingers tightened and loosened, and he endured bitterly. There was already a bright sweat on his forehead: "... Tianyang and earthyin, spring yang and autumn yin, summer yang and winter yin, day yang and night yin... uh!!!"
... go in... actually went in...
… right here…
The bells tied on Xu Xingzhi's wrist rang with the tension of his body. For a while, he was numb, shocked and angry, and the scriptures were stuck in his throat, unable to swallow.
Some disciples at the bottom noticed that something was wrong and looked up at Xu Xingzhi.
There was also a questioning voice behind Xu Xingzhi: "Xingzhi, are you feeling unwell?"
"Go back to master, no... yes."
Xu Xingzhi was in a cold sweat, but he relied on willpower to speak again, but his voice trembled slightly: "Up... upper yang and lower yin. Male yang and female yin. Father yang and son yin. Brother yang and younger brother yin. Changyang Shaoyin. …”
He wanted to shout to stop, but he didn't know who to shout to, and he had to recite those 800 serious Taoist words. Under such stimulation, his body became more and more hot, and he spit out soft silver silk like a spider. The vines took this opportunity to make a fuss, removing the strength of Xu Xingzhi's whole body.
He tried his best to kneel down to the limit, the gold star splashed out in front of him, bright and dark, finally unable to hold it any longer, and fell softly to one side.
After a few hours.
Meng Chongguang hummed a little tune, came out of the room in a good mood, and washed his hands and face among the streams in the tower.
Zhou Wang happened to come out of Lu Yujiu's room, and upon seeing this, he greeted, "Brother Meng woke up?"
Meng Chongguang replied with a smile and crooked eyes, "Yes."
After answering, he shook off the water droplets on his hand and turned back to the room.
Seeing his smiling face, Zhou Wang was stunned for a while, until Zhou Beinan floated from behind her, and she sighed, "Uncle, I have never seen Brother Meng laugh like this in the wild for so many years."
Zhou Beinan glanced at the closed door: "That's because you haven't seen what he looked like before. He clings to his senior brother all day long and refuses to leave for a while, smiling like a sunflower to his senior brother."
Zhou Wang was curious: "Since Senior Brother Xu came to Wilderness, the two of them have been staying in the room every day, what are they doing? I want to go in and see."
"Tsk." Zhou Beinan frowned, "Why do girls care about these people?"
Zhou Wang raised his bar: "When you taught me to use a knife before, you didn't say I was a girl."
Zhou Beinan pulled out the ghost and planned to look at Zhou Wang's head, but he did not expect Zhou Wang's quick legs and a few quick steps to dodge: "Uncle, you have two sets of arguments, how can you justify it? Senior Brother Xu told me that a girl would have to do it. She looks like a girl."
Zhou Beinan rolled his eyes when he heard the words "Senior Brother Xu": "If Xu Xingzhi knew how to teach, how could he teach two good brothers with broken sleeves..."
Halfway through his words, he knew he had lost his words, so he stopped and said nothing.
Zhou Wang was intrigued: "Uncle, what is a broken sleeve?"
Zhou Beinan blushed a little and walked away, pretending not to hear.
This time, Xu Xingzhi was severely injured in the dream. He slept for most of the day. After waking up, he couldn't even get down to the ground. His feet were weak for two days before he could go out.
For the next few days, Meng Chongguang didn't mention going to Tiger Leaping Stream to grab the debris, Xu Xingzhi didn't know what to do, he just hung out with the wild people all day long, chatting and drinking, throwing pots for fun, and he was in this world with him. life in general.
During the play, Xu Xingzhi learned something that shocked him.
... He finally knew where Tao Xian's brilliance was.
Tao Xian was actually a mortal with no mana at all.
Tao Xian was born with few words, so spending all day with Qu Chi, a demented person, was not boring. He would blush and stutter when he talked too much with others. He seldom played with them. It was still Zhou Wang who told Xu Xingzhi.
At that time, Zhou Beinan, who had just fallen into the wild, died tragically for some unknown reason. Zhou Wang's mother died of a bloodbath after giving birth to Zhou Wang, and also died on the spot. Zhou Wang was abandoned in the wilderness, and when he was crying, he met Qu Chi and Tao Xian who also fell into the wilderness. The two buried her mother's body before picking her up and leaving.
If it wasn't for Lu Yujiu passing by nearby and seeing Zhou Beinan's lost and about to disintegrate soul, and putting his soul core into the talisman, Zhou Beinan would have turned into a solitary smoke in the wild.
From then on, Zhou Wang recognized Qu Chi and Tao Xian as godparents.
According to what she said, Tao Xian, her godmother, was a mortal who had no power to tie a chicken with her hands, and she was able to live in the wild for thirteen years thanks to Qu Chi's wholehearted protection.
When Xu Xingzhi heard this, he was quite surprised. When he met Tao Xian in the tower, he chatted with him a few words.
Tao Xian twisted the corner of his clothes embarrassedly: "... That's right. I, I originally entered the Wilderness to take care of Senior Brother Qu, but now I want Senior Brother Qu to take care of me... "
Xu Xingzhi couldn't help asking: "Then what did you do before?"
Tao Xian asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xu really doesn't remember? Me, I used to be a singer." He added, "...Hua Dan."
He whispered, "… the Silver Ring Snake Mark."
The Crow Nation ghosts have always been good at spell formation, including the "snake mark" trick. "Snake seal" is further divided into golden ring snake seal and silver ring snake seal. The former light is pale blue, the body of the middle person is scorching hot, and the meridians will suffer from the pain of fire; the silver-ringed snake seal is fire-colored, once it is hit, the whole body is like ice, and the blood is frozen.
Although Xu Xingzhi drove his spiritual power to suppress it when the curse imprinted into his body, the ghost cultivator obviously did his best with this blow. No matter how hard Xu Xingzhi tried to force him back, he would inevitably be caught in a cold prison. suffering.
There is another feature of this method, which is very strange: once the curse imprint is formed and the target is locked, it must be penetrated into the body of the target. Even if Xu Xingzhi shot and killed the ghost repairer in time, the curse imprint would still fall on Jiuzhideng. .
Only by taking this for him, could Jiuzhideng escape the catastrophe.
Jiuzhideng's throat was slightly choked, and he felt remorse: "Senior brother, I shouldn't be so careless..."
"What's the use of saying this now?" Xu Xingzhi gritted his teeth, grabbed Jiuzhideng's shoulders tightly, panting, his lips faintly purple, "What are you taking off your clothes for? Put clothes on for me. good."
Meng Chongguang couldn't hold back his emotions, and a faint brilliance came from his palm: "Senior brother, you lie down here, I'll spell the spell for you..."
Xu Xingzhi grabbed half of his body and slapped Meng Chongguang's hand away with a slap: "Let Zhou Beinan know that I was injured because of this little scoundrel? I have to be laughed at by him for the rest of my life!"
Jiuzhideng's body trembled, as if he had realized something, biting his lips without saying a word.
Meng Chongguang clenched his teeth tightly: "Don't you care about your own body at all?"
However, Xu Xingzhi was uncharacteristically, and it was rare to be so resolute: "Where does all this nonsense come from? Help me put on my clothes! Remember it all for me, no one is allowed to tell others about my injury, and it will be counted when it is exposed. It's gone!"
The sound of the altar bursting just now was shocking in this claustrophobic space. Just as Xu Xingzhi fastened his belt, Zhou Beinan took a Danyang Peak disciple and flashed out of a passage: "… What was the sound just now?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned on the edge of a slightly larger altar stone and said with Erlang's legs crossed: "I forgot to take away the Gu worms of the ghost clan, I was shocked."
Zhou Beinan laughed: "Xu Xingzhi, you are not afraid of ghosts, why are you afraid of insects?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned back and said disdainfully, "If you, Zhou Dashao, were almost eaten by ants when you fainted from illness as a child, you might be more afraid than me."
Zhou Beinan didn't want to remind Xu Xingzhi of his childhood, so he coughed lightly, narrowed his smile a little, and changed the subject: "Why don't you look so good?"