The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling frowned slightly, realizing something: "Is this your blood?"

Feng Xihui didn't deny it: "Drink it, it will be good for you."

She spoke casually, as if the blood in the bowl wasn't her blood at all, but ordinary soup.

Rong Ling hesitated again and again,? Still picked up the medicine bowl,? Handed it to his lips,? Lifted his head and drank it down.

The so-called medicine is not as difficult to drink as imagined, it doesn't smell of blood, but because I don't know what else Feng Xihui has added, it has a faint herbal smell.

Rong Ling wiped the corner of his mouth: "Thank you..."

Feng Xihui got along with Rong Ling for a few days and became familiar with her temperament, so she didn't care much about her slightly stiff thank you: "You escaped from the demon world?"

As soon as these words came out, Rong Ling immediately became alert, and looked at her vigilantly: "So what?"

According to Rong Ling's guess, Feng Xihui is probably not an ordinary person, maybe she is a person from the upper realm, if she wants to get rid of her own demon for the **, then that is only right and proper.

If this is the case,? I have to act first.

Fortunately, Feng Xihui just said in a low voice: "The human world is not where you should be."

Even so, it was enough to provoke Rong Ling's anger: "This matter has nothing to do with you."

Feng Xihui was unmoved: "Monsters have their own ways, and people have their own ways. If you go against the sky, you will only end badly."

How could Rong Ling hear her words, and retorted without thinking: "The road is open to the sky, whichever way I like to go, you don't care."

Feng Xihui's expression was displeased for a moment, but she didn't say anything after all. She thought for a while and said, "Since you saved my life, this is a thank you gift in return."

As she spoke, she conjured a green bead from her palm.

The jade pearl was translucent and crystal clear, set off by her fair palm, it was not ordinary at first sight.

"What is this?" Rong Ling asked.

"This is the Concentrating Breath Bead." Feng Xihui said, "It can hide the evil spirit on your body without being noticed by others."

Rong Ling was skeptical, and reached out to take the bead.

The palm of her hand was inadvertently rubbed by her soft fingertips, and Feng Xihui's fingertips trembled subconsciously.

Without even thinking about it, Rong Ling was about to stuff the beads into his mouth, but Feng Xihui, who sensed her movements, stopped him: "No..."

So what is she going to do?Rong Ling's eyes widened in confusion.

Even if she couldn't see it, Feng Xihui could feel her curiosity at this moment, and her tone softened a bit: "If necessary, just run the spell and drive the breath-holding beads."

spell?

Rong Ling had to admit: "I only know black magic."

Feng Xihui had no choice but to teach her how to run spells.

Although she was injured and couldn't cast spells herself, the instructor could still.

Rong Ling is also very talented in this aspect, but with a little touch, he learned how to use the breath-holding beads without a teacher.

Her eyes were shining brightly, and she couldn't help jumping for joy: "I succeeded..."

"Well..." Feng Xihui said warmly, still not forgetting to remind, "All spells are illusions, there are ways to drive them, and there is also a way to break them. Even if you have the breath-holding pearl by your side in the future, you still need to be careful .”

Rong Ling was playing with the breath-holding beads between his fingers, immersed in the joy of learning a new spell, he didn't listen to her words in his heart, and just responded casually: "Okay..."

Rong Ling had some dreams upside down, dreaming about those things when he and Feng Xihui first met.

Then in this illusion, she seemed to be blessed to the soul, opened her eyes suddenly and woke up, Feng Xihui's words were still echoing in her mind.

All spells are illusions, there is a way to drive them, and there is also a way to break them.

The illusion in front of him is also a spell.

Does this mean that I can find a way to break the illusion and escape this endless cycle?

Rong Ling's eyes lit up little by little.

Thinking of this, she couldn't fall asleep anymore, turned over, sat on the bed and seriously thought about the feasibility.

It's just that Rong Ling doesn't know how to break the illusion, unless she can peek into Feng Xihui's sea of ​​consciousness and know how the illusion is formed.

Just as Rong Ling was thinking about what to do, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Who?" Rong Ling put his mind away and asked.

"Cousin..." Xia Mengjia's voice sounded outside, "Are you awake?"

"Well, let's talk about something."

After speaking, Xia Mengjia walked into the room.

Rong Lingshun didn't move, he bit his lower lip and seemed hesitant, as if he had suffered some grievance, his eyes were also red.

"What's wrong?" Rong Ling asked.

Xia Mengjia didn't speak, but looked straight at Rong Ling with red eyes.

Rong Ling was puzzled: "What's wrong with your eyes, are you allergic?"

Of course not, Xia Mengjia choked, and said pitifully, "Cousin, are you and Bai Zhen..."

She stopped talking, and carefully and tentatively glanced at Rong Ling.

Rong Ling instantly guessed what she wanted to ask, and said in a deep voice, "How do you know that Bai Zhen told you?"

Xia Mengjia originally wanted to deny it, but after being taken aback for a while, she nodded: "Mmm..."

Rong Ling took a deep breath for a moment, feeling that the roots of his teeth were itchy: "Don't listen to her nonsense."

Even so, she did not deny it.

Xia Mengjia could hear clearly in the afternoon, so of course she knew whether this matter was true or not, her heart sank: "Cousin, do you like her?"

Otherwise why cover up?

Rong Ling retorted without thinking: "Impossible..."

However, the more straightforward she was, the more flustered Xia Mengjia became. She sat down next to Rong Ling's bed in the morning, and grabbed Rong Ling's sleeve as if begging: "Cousin, don't you like her, okay?"

Rong Ling didn't understand why Xia Mengjia was so obsessed with this matter, she just thought she was a child with a temper, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless: "Don't worry, there is nothing between me and Bai Zhen."

"But you obviously already..." Xia Mengjia stopped talking and didn't continue.

It seemed that she couldn't hide it anymore, Rong Ling rubbed her forehead: "She and I are both adults, I wish the relationship between adults is normal, it has nothing to do with feelings."

Xia Mengjia was dubious: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Rong Ling brewed up his words, "She and I are, at best, friends with benefits."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Mengjia rushed over and hugged Rong Ling's neck, and said in a pitiful whisper, "Cousin, you must keep your word."

Rong Ling nodded in agreement, rubbing the top of her head: "Of course..."

Only then did Xia Mengjia realize that she seemed to have lost her composure, she wiped away her tears: "Okay, I trust my cousin."

Then Xia Mengjia pestered Rong Ling and talked a lot before leaving the room reluctantly.

Rong Ling yawned, remembering the thoughts interrupted by Xia Mengjia earlier, and continued to lazily lean on the bedside thinking about how to turn things around in this illusion.

Fortunately, now that Feng Xihui doesn't have her own memory, she still has a chance...

Just as Rong Ling was meditating, there was a noise from behind the curtains, and the unlocked floor-to-ceiling windows were pushed open.

She got up quickly: "Who?"

"Are you awake?" Bai Zhen came out from behind the curtain, her tone was half a smile but not a smile, she couldn't see any emotion, "Why don't I know, I still have this kind of relationship with you?"

It was only then that Rong Ling remembered that her balcony was connected to Bai Zhen's next door, so she must have heard clearly the conversation he had with Xia Mengjia just now.

Seeing the terrifying aura exuding from Bai Zhen's body, Rong Ling inexplicably recalled the previous dream, and felt that the person in front of him was awakened like Feng Xihui, so he couldn't help but take a small step back: "What do you want to do?"

The answer is self-evident, Bai Zhen took off the glasses on the bridge of the nose, rubbed the bridge of the nose between the eyes, and said lightly: "What do you think?"

"Since I'm a friend with benefits, of course I have to fulfill my obligations, right?"

Her tone didn't sound like a joke. Rong Ling had been tossing around in the afternoon, and finally regained his energy after taking a break. Of course, he would not indulge Bai Zhen's nonsense: "Sorry, I don't need it now."

Bai Zhen folded her arms around her chest, looked at her with her eyes slightly tilted, and she didn't know what she was thinking: "But, I need it very much."

She needs to watch her cry under her palm, and watch her beg for mercy wrongedly, so that she can fill her chest with the uneasiness and boredom when hearing those words.

She needs to punish Rong Ling well so that she can understand what the relationship between the two is.

Bai Zhen's consciousness seemed to be burning with a raging flame, and he didn't know where to vent it, but Rong Ling was the only one who could check and balance it.

There was no accident, Rong Ling couldn't hold her back at all, but in the blink of an eye, they repeated what the two of them did in the afternoon.

Only this time, Bai Zhen seemed to be impatient, and his movements were a little more ruthless, ignoring Rong Ling's begging for mercy and crying, letting her bloom again and again.

Rong Ling trembled all over, she didn't want to see her uncontrollable reflection in Bai Zhen's eyes, her eyes were closed tightly, only the teardrops from the corners of her eyes showed her fragility.

Bai Zhen did not soften her heart, but wanted to control people even more: "Good boy, call me sister."

Rong Ling had been fooled once, and of course she didn't want to have a second time. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Bai Zhen was not in a hurry, and her thin lips kissed the teardrops at the end of her eyes with a cool feeling, passing across her face, falling to Rong Ling's earlobe, and then slowly falling down.

At the same time, she slightly aggravated her attack.

Rong Ling whimpered, still unwilling to give in.

However, Bai Zhen was patient enough. After time and time again, Rong Ling finally couldn't hold back, and called her in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Sister..."

With a snap, a string that had been tense in Bai Zhen's mind seemed to be broken, making her completely lose her mind.

Sometimes, the end of begging for mercy may not be a lenient punishment.

The gust of wind and rain will not pity the wet delicate flowers, but ruthlessly drenches them thoroughly.

Until the end, Rong Ling was tossed and turned so hard that she had no strength at all. In a daze, she thought that maybe Bai Zhen's defenses were lax right now, and it was just a good time to invade her sea of ​​consciousness.

It's a pity that she didn't have any strength, like a ball of dough that was flattened and rounded by others, she couldn't even lift her hands, so she had to fall asleep with regret, with this thought still in her mind.