How did the promised redemption villain become marriage first and love later?

The moment Zhenji crashed in, Shen Xitang felt a huge shock wave knocked him far away.

That's right, the strength of the ghost king is indeed not something that everyone can bear. If it weren't for her having nine spiritual veins, it would be really hard to say what would happen.

But the dream he fell into this time was not the period when he was a woodcutter.

The pillow in front of him is carving something with his heart, and he will not be disturbed by foreign objects at all.

Putting aside the airs of the ghost king, Zhen Ji looks like an ordinary young man.

Presumably, Shen Xitang had read many novels before he was stabbed to death in his previous life, and the villains in them were basically peerless.

But Zhenji's real body looks too ordinary.

Like in a novel, when the hero and heroine whipped their horses and ran across the street, the poor peddler was knocked down.

But Zhen Ji was originally a woodcutter, so it's not surprising that it looks like this.

But at this moment, he seems to be concentrating on making something.

Originally, Shen Xitang was still thinking about why, but seeing Zhen Ji like this, he instantly understood.This may not be his experience, but the life he wants to live.

Doing what you want to do without stress or ups and downs is always calming.

But before thinking about it, Ying Baifeng once said when he washed his own pulse, if that person really only focused on his own affairs and followed the dreamer's way of thinking, maybe the two of them would be trapped together. In a dream.

Shen Xitang stared at Zhen Ji in the dark, thinking that if the problem could be solved, it would be no big deal to be stuck here all the time.

After all, in that case... Wei Xiaomo outside would have a more relaxed life.

He was injured just now, although the ectoplasmic liquid can replenish some spiritual energy for him, but it will take some time for him to recover.

So now she is the only one who can hold on to the pillow silence.

The person who dragged outside thought of a solution, and then rescued her.

But last time Ying Baifeng and the others failed to do it, this time it might be even more difficult...

Shen Xitang closed her eyes, planning to do some more psychological training...to talk to this "Pillow Silence".

"What are you carving?" She said cautiously, "Let me see if there is anything I can help you with."

Different from the king of spirit ghosts outside, this Zhenji is not good looking, but very polite: "I'm afraid you can't help me with what I want to do."

Shen Xitang:?

If it was outside, she might not dare to do it, but now she is in her heart, there is nothing she can't do.

"That's what you say, I will try my best to satisfy you." Shen Xitang said calmly.

The original Zhen Ji was blackened because her desires were not satisfied. If she could satisfy his desires here, maybe it would really be a little better.

"My wish," he slowly raised his head, showing a ferocious smile, "of course it is to subvert the entire world of cultivating immortals!"

The situation changed in an instant, but Zhenji's face did not change, but there was some evil spirit for no reason: "Even if it is such a wish, can you satisfy it?"

"I... really can't be satisfied with this," Shen Xitang lowered her head, but the next moment, Shen Yan came out of her sheath!

Since it is his home field, there is absolutely no need to be afraid of a mortal sleeping in silence.

Yes, although Zhenji is still a bit arrogant now, in fact, he is just a mortal body.

The current pillow silence obviously couldn't avoid Shen Xitang's attack, so he just smiled darkly.

"Are you going to kill the real pillow?"

"Like killing Chen Cang?"

"My crime is unforgivable, but to put it bluntly, Zhenji is just a mortal with some evil thoughts. Is it really necessary to do this?"

Hearing what she said, Shen Xitang hesitated for a moment.

But this hesitation was quickly dispelled by a certain firm belief.

"You still have to stab." Shen Yan seemed to be communicating with her, "If you hesitate now, everything you have done before will be in vain."

This voice...is Senior Kaoling?

"People outside can't hear me, so you can rest assured." Kao Ling said very quietly, "I've been waiting for this moment, and I don't know how long I've been waiting."

In Chunhui Peak's library, Kao Ling had already given up on the day when he was able to face the silence every time he was looking for a suitable student.

"I once thought about how I should face my unbearable soul if there was such a day, but I didn't get any answer."

Hearing his slightly melancholy voice, Shen Xitang seemed to understand what he wanted to do.

"Your sword has been modified by the number one swordsmith. It can cut anything you want."

"You can naturally cut off those things that confuse you, and I can embrace my sinful soul."

"So, feel free to stab out boldly."

Seeing that he was so determined, Shen Xitang was also ready.

Pillow Ji, it seems that he can no longer be called Zhen Ji, he is like a person who has lost his soul, hanging in the air by a cloud of black air.

It seemed that he didn't expect that Shen Xitang would really dare to stab, the black air had no time to dodge, and Shen Xitang's sword pierced the human body as if it were his chest.

At the moment of piercing, Shen Xitang seemed to see Kao Ling's figure, and gently hugged Zhen Ji's body.

Although he said he was going to devour it, he didn't do anything to hurt him at all, he just slowly absorbed the black energy dissipating from his body, like a delicacy.

"Thank you." These were the last words Shen Xitang heard.

*

"Ah Choo!" Ji Ruoyang sneezed in front of Shen Dai's grave.

This body is quite easy to use, and he gradually got used to going out like this, but I don't know what Zhenji was thinking, but today I let him come and see Shen Dai.

"You must also want her to see you now." Zhen Ji took out a doll from behind, "This is the doll you lived in when I first picked you up. Ke put this on her In front of the grave."

Ji Ruoyang didn't expect Zhen Ji to still keep this doll, he was a little happy, and said cheerfully: "Then when I come back, I'll make you a spirit treasure too."

After all, Ji Ruoyang is also a genius of a generation of spirit treasures. Although all the spirit treasures he made in the past were spirit treasures activated by spirit energy, it must be only a matter of time before he wants to become one activated by spirit ghost energy.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back," Zhen Ji smiled sincerely, "I've been a person with Lingbao ever since, let's see what those cultivators can say!"

Ji Ruoyang felt that he had misjudged, how could he see the word "sincerity" from the face of the Spirit Ghost King?

But at that time, he didn't think too much, but flew directly to Shen Dai's tomb.

Anyway, the time is still long, and it will not be too late to study in the future.

"Shen Dai, am I going bad," he said to himself as he cleared away some floating dirt around Shen Dai's tomb.

"I know that Zhen Ji is not a good person, but I still want to be friends with him." He placed the flowers he had prepared in front of Shen Dai's tomb, and cleared away the withered flowers by the way: "Is this wrong?"

It is naturally impossible for Shen Dai to respond to him, and he can only respond to himself.

"Those who want to cultivate immortals live for a long time, but they don't know much about it." He stared blankly at Shen Dai's tombstone, "It took me a long time to realize that I like you, but it's too late; now, I It may take a long time to think about whether we should make friends with Zhen Ji."

Ji Ruoyang, who had been sent by a famous family for most of his life, made a friend with a spirit ghost.

No matter how you think about it, it is a very cool thing!

He put the doll that Ji Ji gave him on Shen Dai's tombstone: "I will bring him to see you next time, and you will know what kind of person he is."

After Ji Ruoyang finished all this, he returned to the place where he and Zhen Ji lived, only to find that it was already a mess.

Wei Xiaomo stood quietly on the ground, looking at a huge black hole in the sky.

"Is it Senior Brother Ji?" Wei Xiaomo greeted him, "Zhou Ji is no longer here."

"That's it," Ji Ruoyang breathed a sigh of relief, "In this way, I won't be entangled."

"After all, it's also a lively scene of a decent family. It's somewhat disrespectful to hang out with the king of spirit ghosts every day."

"Brother actually cares about these things?" Wei Xiaomo showed a surprised expression, "After all, at that time, we didn't dare to tell Daoist Sui Jing about you."

Ji Ruoyang didn't seem to expect that he didn't say this, and was a little surprised: "I thought you said it a long time ago, Wanglingxianzong won't want me as a disciple anymore."

If it was the original Wei Xiaomo, he might still be tolerant of sand in his eyes, but since he survived the catastrophe, he seems to have become very tolerant.

"However, I think that the Taoist Lord should not care about this," he said slowly, "People who practice the Tao should love everything in the world, otherwise, how can they benefit?"

"If you have time... let's go back to the sect to have a look, Master still misses you a lot."

Ji Ruoyang's chest was agitated, and he even wanted to return to the Wangling Immortal Sect immediately, but now that he was gone, he was a little worried.

"Pillow Ji...is it in that black hole?" He asked softly, "It might be impossible to get out."

Wei Xiaomo didn't answer, but just stared at the black hole in the sky more intently.

*

I don't know whether it was Kao Ling or Pillow Silence, but Shen Xitang fell to the ground exhausted, feeling that everything was over.

It seems that he knows that she has no spiritual power, and the domain of Zhimeng Wenxin is slowly spreading like water, and he seems to be returning to the real world soon.

I don't know if he will be weak and sick like Ying Baifeng, who has been lingering on the sick bed?

Shouldn't it?

Shen Xitang used the last bit of spiritual power to call out Chun Zhi, trying to make herself sleep a little more comfortably.

A tide of drowsiness surged up, and she couldn't help closing her eyes.

It's just that before falling asleep, there seemed to be someone grinning in his ear: "I've sold myself out, this girl dares to kill someone, it seems more suitable than pillow silence!"

It was a dream, it must be a dream, she couldn't open her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.