Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Wen Rulan looked at the sword pointed directly at him. He knew this sword.

At the end of the Demon King's dream, Meng Xing was also holding this sword. He used this divine sword from the God of War to stand in front of him and cut through the world-destroying thunder.

There was no killing intent on Meng Xing's sword. He raised the sword for protection, but the glancing sword in front of him shone with a cold killing intent, just like his real master.

He is Yinglong, the god of war, and one of the most skilled gods in heaven.

Even in the world of cultivation, which is far away from the heaven, Wen Rulan has heard of the other party's name, and similarly, he has also understood the other party's power. In his battle with Gu Feng, Gu Feng used the opponent's strength to slash him with his sword, leaving him unable to fight back.

That was just a trace of Yinglong's remaining sword intent. Now that Yinglong himself was here, the power he exerted was far beyond what Gu Feng could compare to. Meng Xing is also incomparable. Although he copied Yinglong's complete divine power, a man who only knows a little about swordsmanship uses a sword, and a man whose swordsmanship has been refined through countless battles uses a sword. They The power used is completely different.

When Feng Ye helps them, he is an extremely reliable helper, but when he becomes their enemy, he becomes a very formidable enemy.

There was heavy snow on the street, dozens of centimeters deep. It took a lot of strength to dig through such a thick layer of snow, but Feng Ye just swung his sword casually, and the sword's edge didn't even really touch it. On the snow on the ground, the sword blade left deep sword marks on the snow.

The dozens of centimeters of snow layer were directly cut open by the outward sword energy. Under the snow layer, white marks were also left on the solid ground made of concrete.

His sword energy was sharp and cold, just like the way he looked at Wen Rulan at the moment.

He wants to kill him.

No joke, he means what he says.

In fact, Wen Rulan didn't have much surprise. Yinglong is the god who protects Tiandao, so it is natural for him to help Tiandao kill him. And it's August 8th now. The "Golden Crow" he developed stopped the apocalypse, so Tiandao can only find another way to kill him, and Feng Ye is that way.

But even if it wasn't unexpected, he couldn't help but take a step back when he was stared at with such eyes and pointed at by such a sword.

At the same time, Meng Xing took a step forward. After a brief daze, he finally came to his senses. The first thing he did after he came to his senses was to block Wen Rulan firmly behind him.

He blocked Feng Ye's sword edge and blocked Feng Ye's murderous sight.

Although Feng Ye had never expressed hostility to him before, he had always been wary of Feng Ye because of his strong strength and his identity. But when Feng Ye really declared war on him, he was no longer intimidated by that intimidating edge.

Yinglong is very strong, but Tiandao is even stronger. Meng Xing does not want to be an enemy of either of them, but when they want to attack Wen Rulan, he will not back down.

His face turned cold, like a lion whose territory was invaded. He wanted to defend his territory and face the enemy who wanted to invade, even if the opponent was the God of War who had few opponents in the heaven.

The two sides were confronting each other. After Feng Ye raised his sword, he stopped. He stopped ten steps away. He did not let go of his murderous thoughts. His sword edge was still raised forward, but he stopped moving forward, as if Waiting for something.

The crowd gathered not far away from them, looking at the three people confronting each other in the snow with some surprise and confusion. The researchers didn't know Feng Ye. They didn't understand why this man in black wanted to kill Professor Wen. Why did the sword, which was completely black but with a faint flash of light, appear out of thin air.

The soldiers on the captain's side all knew Feng Ye. They didn't understand that he had just helped them defend the central tower, but now, he was raising his sword towards the developer of the central tower.

But he was blocked by Meng Xing, who was taller than Wen Rulan. When Meng Xing stood in front of Wen Rulan, Feng Ye could no longer see any shadow of Wen Rulan.

He then looked at Meng Xing, at the subtle movements between Meng Xing's fingers, and at the corner of the card exposed from the other's fingertips.

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. After the central tower was activated, the temperature was rising, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier, as if it wanted to nip this light and heat in the bud.

After standing on the snow for a moment, Meng Xing's shoulders had already accumulated a thin layer of snow. He didn't want to wait any longer. He took the initiative to break the confrontation. He flipped his wrist and was about to activate the card when he suddenly heard a voice coming from his side. The whole body chuckled.

The sound was not far away, just among the crowd of onlookers.

The sound was not loud, not as loud as the howling wind and snow at the moment, and it should not have attracted the attention of the two people who were about to start a decisive battle. But without any communication, Meng Xing and Feng Ye turned their heads at the same time. They looked in the direction of the laughter and saw a man in a black windbreaker and hood mixed in the crowd.

The other person is very similar to Feng Ye. Whether it is his clothing, body shape, or the face he reveals when he takes off his hood when he walks out of the crowd, they all look like twins to Feng Ye.

But they are different.

The name is different, the identity is different, and the corners of the mouth that are naturally raised as if they are always smiling are also different.

Feng Ye looked at the other person's dark, abyss-like pupils that were different from his own, and called out the other person's name: "Wu Jin."

He was very familiar with the other party, much more so than Meng Xing, who had just dealt with Wu Jin in the last dream.

But Feng Ye didn't relax because of familiarity. Instead, his expression became colder. Because they are the front and back of a mirror, one side is light and the other side is dark.

Where light exists, there is no room for any gloomy darkness. He also cannot tolerate Wu Jin. He is a god born to kill darkness like Wu Jin.

In fact, he had already killed the other party once, but was tricked into escaping by the other party. He never thought that he would meet each other again in this dream.

In comparison, Meng Xing and Wen Rulan didn't have many surprises. They both felt that Wu Jin was not dead. They even thought that the Feng Ye they saw before was Wu Jin.

But now it seems that although they have recognized the wrong person, Wu Jin has always been in this dream, but he is more hidden and less obvious.

Now, he took the initiative to show up, not knowing what he wanted to do.

But after all, a monster like him would never have any good intentions. Meng Xing was wary of Feng Ye, and also wary of Wu Jin.

The situation suddenly changed from a confrontation between two parties to a three-party one, and as the third party intervening in the conflict, Wujin himself did not exude the tense hostility like the other two parties.

On the contrary, he is the most moderate party. He first smiled at Meng Xing, as cordially as if he was not the one who was pierced by Meng Xing's arrows not long ago.

Then, he turned to Feng Ye and said hello familiarly: "Long time no see, Feng Ye."

His tone was emotional, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

But Feng Ye didn't recognize him as his old friend. They had always been enemies. Moreover, Feng Ye also believed that Wu Jin must have bad intentions when he came here.

"What do you want to do?" He went straight to the point and asked coldly.

"I think..." Wu Jin smiled and glanced at Meng Xing: "I'm willing to help others."

Meng Xing was startled, but Feng Ye's expression darkened.

"Leave this place to me, you go quickly!" Wu Jin suddenly shouted to Meng Xing and Wen Rulan, his tone was passionate, like a hero who died heroically.

While speaking, he also took a few steps forward and stood between Feng Ye and Meng Xing. He faced Feng Ye and blocked Feng Ye's way.

He was unarmed, but he stubbornly stood in front of Feng Ye's sword. He looked generous and sacrificed, as if he and Meng Xing were the righteous parties, and Feng Ye was the villain who killed innocent people with a sword.

Meng Xing did not leave obediently. He stood still. He couldn't figure out what Wu Jin wanted to do.

The crowd on one side was also increasingly puzzled by this sudden change, but they unanimously stayed a little away from Feng Ye, because at the moment, he looked like the bad guy the most.

Feng Ye didn't care about the crowd's reaction, and he didn't want to watch Wu Jin's pretentious performance anymore. He didn't say a word, and only used the edge of his sword in front of him as his answer.

This sword is extremely fast and extremely cold. It's so fast that it's hard to see clearly, and it's so cold that it seems like the coldness of thousands of ice and snow has been bundled into a thin line. At the moment when the sword is drawn, the sword energy is wrapped in the wind and snow of doomsday, almost making people's blood freeze, and the movement He couldn't move, let alone escape.

But Wujin didn't want to dodge. He faced the sword calmly, hitting him in the left chest and piercing his heart, just like last time.

He spit out blood, and the crowd screamed. Meng Xing and Wen Rulan were even more stunned when they saw this scene.

After Qi Wujin finished vomiting blood, he still struggled and shouted to them with his dying body: "Go!"

He held the blade of the sword that was buried in his chest with his hand, preventing Feng Ye from drawing out his sword and chasing Meng Xing and the others.

Meng Xing still didn't understand what Wu Jin meant. He didn't believe that the other party really helped them because he was willing to help others, nor did he think that the other party had good intentions, but... this was indeed an opportunity.

He was not afraid of becoming an enemy of Feng Ye, but...if he could avoid a fight, it would be better to avoid it. He would spend his energy on protecting Wen Rulan.

His enemy is not only Feng Ye, the omnipresent Tiandao is also waiting for an opportunity to attack Wen Rulan. He must flee with Wen Rulan and escape August 8th.

He pulled the stunned Wen Rulan, then turned and ran away with him.

They ran farther and farther away from the central tower, and gradually disappeared from Feng Ye's sight. Feng Ye pulled the hilt of the sword hard, and Wu Jin's blood had flowed all over the floor. Logically speaking, with this amount of blood loss, even if he was not dead, he should be on his deathbed and no longer have any strength. But Wujin's hand holding the sword's edge was very steady, and it was difficult to get rid of it.

Feng Ye's true form is Ying Long, and his physical strength is far beyond comparison with other people's, but even with his strength, he can't get away from Wu Jin for the time being.

The last time he stabbed Wu Jin in the heart, he failed to kill him, and this time he couldn't either. This weak and bleeding look was just a show of bad taste by the opponent.

He stopped drawing the sword and only turned the sword edge that had sunk into Wu Jin's chest.

The sword edge stirred in the flesh and blood, and Wujin hissed in pain. He complained in a tone of voice, as if he was blaming Feng Ye for being rude: "Long time no see, you treat me like this."

He said it as if there was some past relationship between them, and Feng Ye's expression became colder. There was indeed a past relationship, and it was the past in Wujin's vision that he didn't want to mention to others.

He turned the sword's edge with more force, and the pain intensified. Wujin sighed and said, "It really hurts, Feng Ye."

He said "it hurts", but the look of pain on his face disappeared, and instead turned into a twisted and cold expression: "Just like last time."

He suddenly moved closer to Feng Ye, and even though the sword edge penetrated a few inches deeper into the flesh, he didn't care. He whispered in Feng Ye's ear: "Do you remember what I said to you the last time you killed me?"

Without waiting for Feng Ye to recall, he said the answer himself. He spoke every word, grinding each word between his teeth, full of blood: "I said, this thing you gave me A great gift, I will repay you a hundred times or a thousand times.”

Feng Ye's pupils shrank, and countless black snakes with thin fingers suddenly sprang out from the several inches of snow. They were transformed by the blood flowing out of Wujian, and when the blood slid to the ground, they disappeared into the snow.

They were sneaking in the snow and scattered around Feng Ye. At this moment, they launched an unavoidable attack on him.

Black snakes came from all directions, and Feng Ye couldn't see in so many directions. He only looked at Wu Jin in front of him, and saw the ecstasy of revenge on his face.

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