The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

Since Xu Xingzhi entered the wilderness, his body has always been abnormal, and he fainted from time to time, so when he fainted suddenly with a pale complexion, Zhou Beinan and the others were only confused for a moment.

Seeing Meng Chongguang carry him into the bedroom, Zhou Beinan couldn't help but uttered a sarcastic comment: "You are delicate and soft, just like a girl in a flower building."

However, who would have thought that he would sleep for more than a dozen days, unable to get up no matter who called him, his lips, face, and forehead were sweating profusely, and there were moans from time to time, his complexion was like paper, but the meridians flowed normally, no. I can't figure out why.

On the third day, Zhou Beinan was so anxious that he wanted to go to the house to uncover the roof tiles. Every half a cup of tea, he would go to see if Xu Xingzhi woke up. Even though Qu Chi comforted him softly, eight out of ten times The second time I went with him.

On the same day, Wen Xuechen, who was in custody, asked about Xu Xingzhi's situation, and learned that he was still awake, agitated for no reason, and dropped a clay cup.

After more than ten days, Xu Xingzhi finally woke up.

After confirming that he woke up, Meng Chongguang did not call out, but poured water for him to drink first.

When he was drinking water, Meng Chongguang's eyes stayed on his smooth and wriggling Adam's apple for a long time, and then moved up to the lips that were showing some blood, as if he was confirming something, his eyes were full of greed, and he was intoxicated.

The world is very quiet, only the sound of my brother swallowing water.

Xu Xingzhi calmed down the crack-like dry pain in his throat, put down the cup, and asked, "Are they all here?"

Meng Chongguang, who was immersed in the myth of monopolizing senior brother, heard someone else's name from Xu Xingzhi's mouth, his complexion changed slightly, and he replied reluctantly: "...here."

Xu Xingzhi put his wooden hands against the edge of the bed, trying to push himself up, but just moved a little, then fell down again.

"Tell them I'm awake," he said.

Meng Chongguang responded resentfully, and walked out with his head down.

Xu Xingzhi looked at his back thoughtfully.

When he was about to open the door with his sleeves, Xu Xingzhi called out: "Wait. Don't call anyone."

He hasn't spoken for more than ten days, and even saying one more word is like swallowing a nail, so Xu Xingzhi tried his best to keep what he wanted to say to a minimum.

"Come here." He extended his left hand forward.

Meng Chongguang looked at Xu Xingzhi's hand stretched out to him in bewilderment, as if he hadn't woken up from his depression.

Xu Xingzhi's voice was hoarse and gentle, like warm water with sand: "Come here, let me hug you for a while."

Meng Chongguang woke up like a dream, quickly ran to the bed, took off his shoes and socks, got into the quilt obediently, hugged Xu Xingzhi's waist, and bit his lip excitedly until it turned white.

He has long hands and legs, in order to accommodate Xu Xingzhi's sleeping position, he curled up his hands and feet as much as possible.

From Xu Xingzhi's direction, Meng Chongguang, who is curled up like this, is as quiet as a small domestic animal.

Ever since he entered the wilderness, Xu Xingzhi often did that absurd thing with Meng Chongguang, turned the world upside down, indulged in sensuality, but he never thought that it was his original wish.

Now he recalled all the past, but his heart became peaceful, and he just wanted to hug Meng Chongguang and lie quietly with him.

After a while, Xu Xingzhi raised his left hand, slowly hooked Meng Chongguang's right fingertips, and held his fingers together with his own one by one.

His body is cold all the year round, while Meng Chongguang is as hot as a small stove all year round.

Xu Xingzhi hugged his small stove, and whispered to him: "...warm me?"

The touch of his fingertips made Meng Zhongguang tremble slightly.

He didn't say anything, he held Xu Xingzhi's hand and pressed it against his heart, and then he put his head sideways on Xu Xingzhi's chest, using his ears to catch the deep sound inside, with a serious look It is both itchy and hot.

Xu Xingzhi asked him: "What are you listening to?"

Meng Chongguang didn't answer, and continued to listen to the heartbeat coming from under the layers of flesh and blood.

Boom, boom, boom.

He carefully collected the sounds of nature, not wanting Xu Xingzhi to know.

Just like the countless reincarnations, he never wanted to, and he would never let his senior brother know about it.

That was Meng Chongguang's own secret.He was willing to let them slowly fester in his heart, and he didn't want to let the pus flow out and contaminate the slightest trace of Xu Xing.

After a long time, Meng Chongguang said: "I am listening to my brother's heart."

Xu Xingzhi followed him and asked, "What did you say?"

"It said that with Meng Chongguang around for a day, it would never stop." Meng Chongguang smiled innocently, and his peach-like eyes were full of light. Reflected from Xu Xingzhi's body.

Xu Xingzhi smiled and asked: "Then did it say that it will always like Meng Chongguang?"

Meng Chongguang looked up at Xu Xingzhi obsessively, and Xu Xingzhi was also looking at him. The two people's eyes met, just like a lover's fingers touching fingers, and they were naturally drawn together.

After a while, the two laughed together.

Xu Xingzhi suggested, "A kiss?"

So the two kissed and separated again.

The lips seemed to be smeared with medicine that can make people sleep. After kissing, Meng Chongguang felt that there were small lead weights tied to the eyelids, and they were tapped lightly up and down.

Dreams were trying to take his mind off again.

He remembered that he didn't close his eyes for a second after he set off from the land beyond transformation.

As for how long he hadn't had a good night's sleep, he couldn't remember.

Xu Xingzhi easily saw his sleepiness, let go of his hand, and covered his eyes: "Go to sleep when you are tired."

Meng Chongguang trembled imperceptibly all over.

Just as he didn't know that he had gone through so many reincarnations, Xu Xingzhi didn't know that Meng Chongguang was afraid of the dark now.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Meng Zhongguang felt that he was running, crashing from one darkness into another.If he opened his eyes wide and stared into the endless darkness, he would see Xu Xingzhi's corpses in different shapes.

Occasionally he woke up from such a nightmare, and when he saw Xu Xingzhi's peacefully sleeping cheek beside him, he would even have terrible thoughts.

——If he strangled his brother to death like an ordinary demon, then ate him and let him live in his body, how safe would he be?

But Meng Chongguang was reluctant to even put his hand on Xu Xingzhi's neck and pinch it.Because he knows too much what is death and what is pain.

Now shrouded in darkness again, Meng Chongguang struggled in fear: "I won't sleep."

Xu Xingzhi combed his hair slowly with his wooden hands: "Are you afraid of having nightmares?"

The eyelashes in his palm flicked slowly, like a bird pecking carefully.

It took a long time before Meng Chongguang said the truth: "I'm afraid that senior brother will leave."

Meng Chongguang didn't dare to mention the word "death" because he tabooed from illness and medicine, even if the word "death" turned around in his heart, he felt terrible.

Xu Xingzhi paused, curled up his knees, pressed against the lower abdomen of the person in front of him, turned over with his strength, and came to Meng Chongguang, with his slender arms propped on both sides of his head and face, and said: "Since you are afraid, why not lock me up."

He looked down at Meng Chongguang, raised the corner of his mouth, and let out a soft laugh: "Also, don't lock on the head of the bed. Lock here."

After all, he took Meng Chongguang's hand and pressed his wrist to his own, letting his pulse collide with his own.

So, Meng Chongguang tied a circle of vines around his wrist, and Xu Xingzhi was connected to the other end, and slowly fell asleep in the mixed breath of woody and aloes.

He didn't dream of anything this time, and slept peacefully and happily for a full two hours.

During these two hours, Xu Xingzhi lay with him inseparably.

He should have taken this opportunity to think about the situation before him, but combined with what he learned from his memory, Xu Xingzhi already had answers and conjectures about some things.

So he put aside all distracting thoughts, and only let Xu Xingzhi, who was single-minded, stay by Meng Chongguang's side.

About two hours later, Meng Chongguang in his arms opened his eyes in a daze.He looked around the room, his eyes were clear, matching his scattered black hair, they were soft and cute, making one wish to raise two small fish in the clear ditch in his eyes.

Xu Xingzhi was amused by his own thoughts.

Hearing the laughter, Meng Chongguang looked at Xu Xingzhi dully, then at the wrist tied to him, and asked slowly: "... who are you?"

Xu Xingzhi observed his eyes for a while, and came to the conclusion that he must have not slept for a long time, and when he woke up, he was stunned.

Meng Chongguang looked at him obediently, his gaze was like that of a newborn puppy, and he looked timidly and curiously at the person who was closely connected with him.

Xu Xingzhi felt a little bad, and leaned on his ear and blew the wind in his ear: "I am your wife."

Meng Chongguang opened his eyes wide, looked at Xu Xingzhi's face carefully again, and suddenly laughed.

His smiling eyes seemed to be shone into the sunshine, warm and soft: "...Really? Is my wife so good-looking?"

After all, he hid his face in Xu Xingzhi's arms, instinctively looking for the heartbeat that could reassure him.

Even if he has been crawling in the dark for many years, as long as he can hear this voice again, he will have the courage to live again.

He, Meng Chongguang, to Xu Xingzhi, will always come when he is called, and will never go away.

The news of Xu Xingzhi's waking up came out of the room about half a day late.

Everyone turned around one by one to see if he was okay.Seeing every face, Xu Xingzhi was stunned for a long time.

Qu Chi was careful, and saw something was wrong, and asked him, "What are you doing looking at me like this? Is it uncomfortable?"

Xu Xingzhi shook his head.

Qu Chi felt relieved, stroked his hair gently, and imitated the tone of an older child: "Get better soon. When you get better, I will reward you with candy."

Xu Xingzhi smiled: "I want to eat now."

Qu Chi is serious: "Eating sugar while sick will spoil your appetite and it's not good for your recovery."

As soon as Xu Xingzhi showed a frustrated expression in cooperation, Qu Chi felt distressed. After turning his head to confirm that Meng Chongguang was peeling the fruit, he carefully untied the kit bag that Tao Xian sewed for him at his waist, opened the thread belt, and took out a The clean pebbles were stuffed into Xu Xingzhi's palm, and he said solemnly: "Just give one, no more."

Xu Xingzhi made a sneaky appearance, took it cherishingly, and sipped it in his mouth.

Zhou Beinan also came soon, and he directly raised his legs and got on the bed. Taking advantage of the fact that no one else could touch him except Lu Yujiu, Dama Jindao sat astride Xu Xingzhi's side, with half of his legs directly inserted into Xu Xingzhi's body : "Sleep, sleep, if you have the ability, you will never wake up."

Meng Chongguang stared at him fiercely.

Zhou Beinan also felt the gaze from behind, his face tightened, and he forced himself to change the subject: "Xiao Lu said he wanted to see you, but I pushed him back."

Xu Xingzhi asked: "Is Xiao Lu's injury serious?"

"It's like the day, it doesn't matter. Besides, Ah Wang is with him." Zhou Beinan whispered, "But he doesn't feel very comfortable."

Xu Xingzhi knew that not only Lu Yujiu, but everyone here, including Zhou Wang, felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Beinan said: "Xiao Lu told me that when the Qingliang Valley broke down, Xuechen's body... Xuechen was snatched by the Demon Dao. I feel that Xuechen is not dead, but was taken away and imprisoned by the Demon Dao...Now that I think about it, he might as well be dead."

Immediately he laughed at himself: "A few of us, one is disabled, one is a fool, one is dead, one is half dead, who are we going to reason with?"

Xu Xingzhi straightened his body: "When we go out, we will find someone who can reason."

Soon, he asked again: "...where is he?"

Who does this "he" point to, needless to say.

When Xu Xingzhi entered the small room where the animal skin man was imprisoned, Wen Xuechen was facing the door with his back, lowering his head and fondling something.

His green cloak had faded because of blood stains, and he was wearing a Qinglianggu gown, which didn't fit him well, probably taken off from a demon disciple who inherited the Qinglianggu uniform.

Wen Xuechen's black hair was completely white, unconstrained by a hair crown, flowing down peacefully, there was a faint tinkling sound from his palm, not like the sound he used to make when he was pinching the yin and yang rings.

Xu Xingzhi stared at him for a long time before calling out: "... Xuechen."