After being wronged and rehabilitated

After Xiang Chongjing lay back in the coffin, he bit his fingertips and quickly re-drawn a cumbersome formation on the coffin lid—the formation he had watched for 60 years.

In these years, he wanted to break open the sarcophagus in his dreams, but now that freedom is within easy reach, he sealed it up with his own hands.

Xiang Chongjing looked up at the bright red magic circle in front of him, the blood was still wet, a drop of blood was crumbling, and finally flowed down from the edge of the circle, and landed on his cheek with a tick.

Xiang Chongjing suddenly recalled that the self back then seemed to be unable to even know the simplest formations.

Every three years, the three sects would gather young disciples to discuss the Dao and take classes. Xiang Chongjing was too lonely, and he only knew how to practice swords. Except for Jin Chuling and Su Cansheng, he hardly talked to anyone.

Jin Chuling's talent in the magic circle is a must. The young man is full of vigor, and he often shows off to Xiang Chongjing proudly.

Xiang Chongjing has a good temper, and always praises him gently, and won't make him the slightest bit unhappy.

Xiang Chongjing studied hard for half a year, but he couldn't even memorize the simplest formations. Jin Chuling was praised too much, and he felt more and more that Xiang Chongjing, a fool who only knew how to practice swords, was not good enough for him. The little pitiful appearance said the words of the heart intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Xiang has worked very hard, but this formation is too difficult!"

"That Su Cansheng, what a waste, I can't even learn this kind of magic circle, and I need to teach it a second time... Brother, don't be angry, I didn't mean to say brother is sorry!"

"Brother, we don't want to learn anymore. You can just practice swordsmanship. If the master asks about Ah Ling, he will help you cover it up."

cover up what?

Covering up the fact that double mirrors are rubbish?

Jin Chuling didn't know how Xiang Chongjing felt when he heard the words that he killed without blood.

He only knows that today, 60 years later, when he draws the top-level magic circle he made by himself in an instant, when he didn't even know the simplest formation, the regret in his heart is like a storm The huge waves in the middle hit him layer by layer, almost drowning his whole body in the waves.

The moment the coffin lid was closed, Jin Chuling's pupils instantly turned scarlet.

Xiang Chongjing lay peacefully at the bottom of the coffin, closing his eyes and preparing to die.

Gu Congxu's ridicule came: "You just don't do anything?"

Xiang Chongjing closed his eyes, and lazily said: "When I was young, I would have chopped off their dog's head with a sword."

Gu Congxu pointed out: "You can do it now, as long as you give me your body, I can swallow three of those people outside in one gulp."

Song Youqiu, who watched Jin Chuling break the formation outside with great interest, suddenly shivered.

Xiang Chongjing laughed: "Isn't it the same to die at their hands or at your hands? I hate making choices the most, and it's better to let nature take its course. In case those two people still have a little conscience and don't want to kill And me?"

Gu Congxu sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

Xiang Chongjing thought about it, 60 years ago when these two people sealed themselves, they didn't show any affection. After 60 years, no matter how deep the relationship is, it will be worn away by time, and that's even more impossible.

"All right." Xiang Chongjing said, "Then let's wait for death together."

Gu Congxu: "..."

Gu Congxu didn't expect Xiang Chongjing's bones to be so hard. He would rather die than give up his body. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and let out a sentence from his lips: "I can help you out of trouble, or I can't take you away." You, but you must pay me."

Xiang Chongjing waited for his words, but on the surface he still had the attitude of seeing through the world and dying early, and he said lazily: "The most valuable thing about me should be the leaking lamp, do you want it?"

Before Gu Congxu could speak, Xiang Chongjing said "oh" again, stretched out his hand to gently stroke his lips, and said with an ambiguous smile: "It is said that dragons are sexually promiscuous, if you want me to promise you with your body, it's not impossible."

Gu Congxu: "..."

Gu Congxu's face turned dark, and he racked his brains for a long time to think about swearing words, but Long Shi was not deep in the world, and even the swear words were learned from Xiang Chongjing's mouth, and finally thought for a long time before he said coldly: "Dirty! "

Xiang Chongjing was scolded, but laughed out loud instead.

"San Geng, you are such a lovely dragon." Xiang Chongjing praised him, "If I break off my engagement with Jin Chuling after I leave the secret realm, I will consider becoming a Taoist couple with you."

Gu Congxu couldn't say no to him, so he could only sneer to show that you think well.

After Xiang Chongjing made some jokes, Gu Congxu almost forgot what was going on, but the sound of the coffin cover above his head being broken layer by layer reminded him.

Seeing that the people outside broke into the coffin immediately, Xiang Chongjing was still staring at the magic circle on the coffin lid with his hands on his pillow, looking like he didn't care at all.

He doesn't care, but Gu Congxu does.

The evil dragon couldn't control anything else, and said quickly, "I'll save you, give me a hand."

Xiang Chongjing opened his eyes, blinked his eyelashes, and those long eyelashes that were as thick as a crow's feathers could almost cover the shadows under his eyes. He smiled and said, "Why do you want my hands? Do you want to eat them like pig's trotters?"

Gu Congxu: "..."

Outside the sarcophagus, Jin Chuling's pupils were scarlet, his face no longer had the pretentious and pitiful look on his face, he had unknowingly turned into an adult figure, his broad palms were pressed tightly on the sarcophagus, and he exhausted all his strength. The spiritual power broke through the blood-stained formation one by one.

Su Can sternly said: "Are you going to kill him?!"

"He doesn't see me." On Jin Chuling's face, traces of magic patterns or demon marks appeared on his face, his pupils were scarlet as if they were about to bleed, and he said in a low voice, "How could he not see me?!"

Su Cansheng saw that he almost wanted to destroy the sarcophagus, so he pulled out his sword suddenly, and the sword intent poured towards Jin Chuling like rain.

If it was normal, Jin Chuling would have turned into the same person and he would have fought together, but at this time, Jin Chuling went crazy and didn't even move. Sword Rain.

Su Can slapped his hands.

Jin Chuling was covered in blood, as if he was a different person in a flash, his tears slowly fell, he caressed the red shadow on the sarcophagus, and murmured: "My brother loves me so much, no matter what I say, he will never be angry, Why are you ignoring me this time?"

Song Youqiu hugged his little coffin and backed away silently, so as not to get involved in the struggle among madmen.

After Jin Chuling finished talking to herself, her face turned back to a gloomy look, and she said solemnly: "He is very easy to coax, as long as he obeys a few soft words, he will be able to return to the past."

Back to 60 years ago... when Xiang Chongjing was obedient to him.

Jin Chuling was thinking obsessively, and the demonic power in his hand poured out suddenly, abruptly shaking the barrier under Xiang Chong's mirror.

The coffin lid made a faint sound, and Jin Chuling almost swung the coffin lid away without even thinking about it.

The sarcophagus lid fell heavily, shaking the branches of the tree.

The dead leaves of the spirit tree slowly fell down, whirled and landed on the edge of the coffin, and then fell into the sarcophagus by the wind brought by the rushing sound of silkworms.

The dead leaves fell gently on the slightly curly hair.

Jin Chuling stared blankly, not knowing how to react for a while.

Su Cansheng followed closely, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, but he, who has always loved swords like his life, didn't bother to pick them up at all.

In the sarcophagus, Xiang Chongjing lay quietly at the bottom of the coffin with his eyes closed. The red clothes from 60 years ago were already worn out. I don’t know if it’s because of the sarcophagus or the formation. Bleeding, hard to heal.

Xiang Chongjing's face didn't seem to change at all, his clothes were disheveled, and his black hair spread loosely on the bottom of the coffin, trapping him like a chain, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, unable to escape the shackles even if he tried his best.

There was no sound in the entire sarcophagus, not even the sound of breathing. Jin Chuling almost thought that Xiang Chongjing was dead.

Jin Chuling's eyes were red, and she stretched out her hand to the person at the bottom of the coffin with difficulty, wanting to check if he was still breathing.

It's just that before those cold hands reached Xiang Zhongjing's face, Xiang Zhongjing, who had been quietly as if dead all this time, suddenly opened his eyes. For some reason, the original green eyes turned into golden vertical pupils, looking at him coldly. he.

"Xiang Chongjing" raised his right hand and grasped Jin Chuling's wrist, his golden vertical pupils were full of disdain as if watching ants.

"It's just a small snake," Gu Congxu said with a half-smile, "How dare you come presumptuously in front of me?"

Jin Chuling's pupils shrank.