Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui rubbed the bloody handprints with his fingertips, and the bloody handprints turned into bloody sharp claws, suddenly drilled out from the wall, and flew towards Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui was caught off guard, a bloodstain was accidentally drawn on his cheek, and one of the sharp claws even sank into his throat.

In an instant, blood gushed out, staining his neck red, and then wet his clothes.

The corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he cut off a sharp claw with his bare hands, but someone pushed his back, and he staggered, and bumped straight into the wall full of sharp claws.

When he was within a few millimeters of the sharp claw, his waist was hooked, and he was immediately led back again and again, until he retreated to the bed before he stopped.

Before he could turn his head back, the person behind him stretched out his hand and pressed the sharp claw that was still on his throat, and the sharp claw immediately turned into powder, and then disappeared in mid-air.

He instinctively took a breath, and because of a hole in his throat, his exhalation was dull.

"Are you okay?" He heard the concern of the person behind him, so he turned his head and said with a smile: "Jiang Wuqi, I'm fine, this little injury won't kill me, you'd better take care of yourself."

Every word he pushed out from the bottom of his throat was extremely difficult, and it contained a strong smell of blood, which caused severe pain to those who heard it.

Fortunately, he is an evil ghost who has practiced for thousands of years. If he were a mortal, he would have died on the spot.

After he finished speaking, he pushed Jiang Wuqi away abruptly, just to activate his inner breath, the clusters of will-o'-the-wisps floating by the wall were extinguished one by one with the snap of his fingers.

In the next moment, the ghostly aura was overwhelming, and the screams of devil's cries filled his ears, and he and Jiang Wuqi seemed to be in the [-]th floor of hell.

One person and one ghost have excellent eyesight, but now they can't see anything at all.

"Jiang Wuqi..." He called out anxiously, but there was no answer.

After a while, a generous back leaned over and said softly: "Poverty is here."

The two depended on each other with their backs, Feng Rugui pointed out the will-o'-the-wisp, but the will-o'-the-wisp went out after a while.

Those who cannot be seen will be easily attacked, so he has to desperately attract the will-o'-the-wisp, and use the fleeting light to cut off more and more sharp claws.

The door of the room was not blocked, only a few sharp claws were guarding it, but if they went out of the door, they would definitely take innocent lives.

Therefore, these claws must be finished in this room.

Seeing that one of the sharp claws was about to open the door, Feng Rugui had no choice but to cast a barrier to trap all the sharp claws in the room.

When he cast the barrier, hundreds of sharp claws took the opportunity to grab at his heart. He couldn't dodge, but fortunately, a piece of clothes blocked the claws for him.

This piece of robe was broken into pieces in an instant, the strands that flowed out were either long or short, fluttering, under the strands, the arm that was originally hidden inside was bloody and bloody, and had already been scratched with countless bloodstains.

Feng Rugui stared at the bloody arm, his eyes were about to split.

His face was solemn, and he recited a mantra. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in red clothes, and his untied black hair covered most of his eyebrows and eyes in a mess.

Not long after, with a movement of his fingertips, the silver bracelet on his wrist vibrated, and the countless sharp claws around him suddenly disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sweetened his mouth, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was injured, and his inner breath was stimulated too much, his body could no longer bear it, but it would be good to be able to protect Jiang Wuqi.

The blood was smeared on his lips like the most beautiful lip balm, making his complexion pale as paper, but it made his eyebrows and eyes so gorgeous that he couldn't look directly at them.

He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, turned his head, and smiled, unexpectedly, Jiang Wuqi who came into view was not a single inch intact, every inch was pierced by sharp claws.

The smile on his face froze, and before he could hold it back, tears rolled down his eyes.

Jiang Wuqi stretched out a hand to him. Due to the deep and dense wounds on that hand, thick white bones wrapped in fine flesh and scarlet leaked out of it, which was extremely eye-catching.

He held Jiang Wuqi's hand in a daze, and as soon as Jiang Wuqi exerted force, he fell into Jiang Wuqi's arms.

Jiang Wuqi clasped his waist with one hand, covered his cheek with the other, and said softly, "Feng Rugui, are you okay?"

Jiang Wuqi's serious injury must be to protect him. He entrusted his back to Jiang Wuqi, feeling at ease and appropriate, but he never paid attention to Jiang Wuqi's condition behind him.

Thinking of this, he desperately used his hands to press the wound on Jiang Wuqi's body, but the blood flowed from his fingers continuously, refusing to stop.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiang Wuqi asked again: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine..." Feng Rugui's throat wound was far from healed, and his voice was sobbing that it was hard to hear clearly.

Jiang Wuqi listened attentively, and waited for Feng Rugui to say "I'm fine" again, then smiled and said, "It's fine if you're fine."

I have nothing to do, so what should I do when I see you like this?

Feng Rugui was so anxious that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and hugged Jiang Wuqi helplessly: "Jiang Wuqi, how can I save you?"

The mouthful of blood fell on Jiang Wuqi's scarred face, Jiang Wuqi closed his eyes, grabbed Feng Rugui's hand and reached his waist, the pierced part was the size of a bowl, and the inside His internal organs were gone, Feng Rugui's fingertips could not tremble, and the trembling instantly spread all over his body, every inch of his skin, flesh, and bones were not spared, it seemed that in just a moment, his whole body's skeleton would be scattered on the ground .

Seeing this, Jiang Wuqi still said truthfully: "It can't be saved, you can't save the poor."

Jiang Wuqi has been cultivating Taoism for a hundred years, even though his cultivation has improved very quickly, he is still a mortal body after all. He has exhausted his strength to be able to talk to Feng as if he had suffered such a serious injury.

Hearing this, Feng Rugui buried his head in Jiang Wuqi's arms and wept bitterly. After crying for a while, he raised his head again, tore the red clothes on his body into rags, and bandaged Jiang Wuqi's wound bit by bit.

The wound could not be bandaged at all, and the rags were soon soaked in blood, and blood beads snaked down from the edge.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

This hateful sound filled Feng Rugui's cochlea, looking at his ten fingers covered in Jiang Wuqi's blood, he suddenly had the urge to take off both ears and hands.

If the ears are removed, there will be no harsh sound of blood dripping torment the cochlea, and then the brain will be cut; if the two hands are removed, Jiang Wuqi's blood will no longer be stained on the hands.

That's right, these eyes should be gouged out again, so he won't be able to see Jiang Wuqi's dying appearance, and naturally he won't see Jiang Wuqi dying, turning into a speechless corpse, and then this speechless corpse rots until it's pale The bones of his body, let alone the bones that have passed through the fierce tempering of time, have disappeared bit by bit, and finally turned into nothingness, as if Jiang Wuqi had never existed in this world.

"Don't cry." Jiang Wuqi raised his hand to wipe the tear stains on Feng Rugui's face, but unfortunately not only could not wipe the tear stains clean, but the blood from his fingertips made Feng Rugui's eyebrows and eyes stained with blood.

Jiang Wuqi withdrew his hand and sighed: "Don't cry, you cry so hard that even death is not peaceful for Pindao."

Feng Rugui clasped Jiang Wuqi's hand, pressed it against his cheek, and said sharply: "Then you don't want to die, if you want to die, I will cry until you can't finish walking the road to Huangquan, can't swallow Mengpo soup, can't live Naihe bridge, if you can't enter the platform of reincarnation, you will still miss me even after you die."

Jiang Wuqi smiled wryly and said, "Why are you doing this?"

He became weaker and weaker, and the last syllable was like spring snow under direct sunlight, lifeless, and had to melt into snow water unwillingly and evaporate away.

Feng Rugui knew that Jiang Wuqi was dying, so he ignored him and said, "Jiang Wuqi, my heart..."

I am happy with you.

However, before he finished speaking, Jiang Wuqi managed to straighten up, and covered his lips.

The four lips touched lightly, and Jiang Wuqi backed away.

"I'm sorry, I offended you." Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui, his blood-stained ears were scorching hot, his eyes were full of nostalgia, "Pindao also doesn't want to leave you, Feng is like home, Pindao is happy with you , I hope that I can stay with you forever and never part, but now, it seems that I can't do it."

Feng Rugui was startled for a moment, then kissed him again, lips and teeth met, fingers clasped, skin pressed together, soul trembling uncontrollably, this was the end of time between the two.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Wuqi let go of Feng Rugui's waist and fell to the ground.

Feng Rugui was frightened, his eyes were wide open, his face showed horror, and his hands hugged Jiang Wuqi tightly as if he had self-consciousness.

In an instant, the sound of bone shattering exploded in his ears, and when he looked down, he found that his arms were suddenly filled with long and short, thick and thin broken bones, as well as bits of minced meat, internal organs, and blood. Jiang Wuqi in his arms was actually broken in two from his waist.

——It was he who hugged Jiang Wuqi violently.

Why?

Why did Jiang Wuqi come to such a miserable end?The body was incomplete, with little resemblance to what it had been during his lifetime.

--It's him!He was the one who killed Jiang Wuqi.

If he hadn't left that ghost mountain with Jiang Wuqi, Jiang Wuqi would not have died.

Jiang Wuqi and Miss Liu will meet each other and stay together, and after a few years, they will have children around their knees.

He was in unbearable pain, vomiting continuously, his thin back curled up, trying to force out all the blood and organs in his chest and abdomen.

After a long time, he held back his vomiting, lowered his body, touched Jiang Wuqi's lips with his lips, and kissed delicately, until Jiang Wuqi's body cooled down, he was reluctant to leave Jiang Wuqi for a while.

Suddenly, some liquid splashed on his face, he raised his eyes to see, and suddenly another sharp claw suddenly appeared, this sharp claw pierced Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows, and slowly stirred the brain and brain underneath, What splashed on his face was sticky brains.

He couldn't bear Jiang Wuqi's further injury, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the sharp claw out from between Jiang Wuqi's eyebrows.

The sharp claws were obedient, without any struggle, only trembling slightly.

As soon as it shook, the broken brains and brains on it fell down, hitting Jiang Wuqi's face non-stop.

Feng Rugui suddenly had the thought of swallowing this sharp claw alive, but the sharp claw was not easy to get along with, and grabbed Feng Rugui's eyebrows with one claw, trying to get into Feng Rugui's eyebrows, and also disturbed a Fan.

Feng Rugui turned his head to dodge, then tore off the little finger, ring finger, middle finger, index finger, and thumb from the sharp claws and threw them on the ground.

He stepped on it hard again, until his five fingers and the palm of his hand were crushed into a pulp.

But even so, his Jiang Wuqi couldn't come back.

Subconsciously, he rubbed his lips with his fingertips, and then he fit himself on Jiang Wuqi's body, and quietly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no Jiang Wuqi under him. He raised his head before sitting on the desk, and saw his father walking in front of him majestically, and said, "Why don't you study hard? Sir, you are so naughty, And talk back to him."

"Father, I know I was wrong." He admitted his mistake, but his mind was still in a daze.

The father touched the top of his hair, and said kindly: "It's fine if my son realizes his mistake, as a father, I can't bear to punish you."

He talked to his father for a few more words, and then an attendant reported that a distinguished guest had visited.

After his father left, he hurriedly searched for a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror reflected that he was only ten years old.

He is not Feng Rugui, he has never been Feng Rugui, he has never been Feng Rugui, meeting Jiang Wuqi is just a dream of his.

Suddenly, his head was so painful that it was about to burst, he fell to the ground, panting lowly, the severe cold invaded his limbs and bones from the ground, after a while, thick frost formed on his body, he raised his hand to About to slap Bingshuang away, he suddenly saw a book of Chinese stories in his hand, which was neither thick nor thin, half new and not old.

He flipped a page casually, and it read: Feng Rugui is a 1000-year-old evil spirit. He is cruel by nature, does a lot of evil, loves bloodthirsty and eats flesh. Ding Dong, there are many bones under his feet, but because of his beautiful appearance, good at deceiving people's hearts, and insidious methods, most of the righteous people who went to get rid of him have become his prey, and those who can escape and ascend to heaven are very few.

His heart was shocked, and then he heard a maid exclaimed: "Second Young Master, what are you doing kneeling on the ground, it's cold on the ground, let this servant help you up."

He was helped up by the maid, sat on the chair, and drank the hot red bean osmanthus dumpling soup, but the tangy scent of osmanthus could not dispel his doubts: Did I have a dream?I have not yet reached the crown, I have never been forced into the lake by my father because of my addiction to broken sleeves, I have never entered that book and become Feng Rugui, and I have never fallen in love with Jiang Wuqi.

As he was thinking like this, it was getting dark, and after taking a bath, he went back to his bedroom to sleep, but he tossed and turned, unable to sleep peacefully.

The time has passed, and the years have changed. It is the day when he attains the crown. He wears the crown and salutes.

Before the words could be heard, a voice that was very familiar to him but also very strange said: "Feng Rugui, wake up quickly."

He was urged to look sideways by the voice, and suddenly there was no one left, and he returned to the spooky room. In front of him was Jiang Wuqi, who was full of worry, and his whole body was covered with bloody claws. Surrounded.

He was in the crook of Jiang Wuqi's left arm, Jiang Wuqi's right hand was attached to the whisk, and with a slight sweep, several sharp claws fell down.

"I..." Where is true and where is false?Is he the Second Young Master, or Feng Rugui?He looked at Jiang Wuqi in bewilderment, startled.

But as long as Jiang Wuqi is safely by his side, even if this place is fake, he is willing to sink into it.

"You passed out suddenly just now, could it be that you had another nightmare?" Seeing that Feng Rugui's eyes were loose and hard to focus, Jiang Wuqi couldn't help asking.

Am I dreaming?Why do I have frequent dreams? Is it possible that there is something weird besides the ghostly aura here?

Feng Rugui suddenly opened his mouth and bit the tiger's mouth of his left hand. Although he didn't feel pain mentally, his body told him that he was hurt by his bite.

—Obviously the present is the truth.