A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan felt that he was cheated by the bad guy 041.

He looked indifferently at the way Ling Siyao was winking at him secretly, and wanted to slap him up, to slap him into the ground, and he couldn't get it out.

Then grabbed his ear and shouted to his soul.

But their eye contact only lasted for a moment, and in the next moment, the sound of branches and leaves breaking and soil turning over suddenly came from the forest, and Cheng Weiwan looked up blankly.

Suddenly, a stench overflowed from the forest.

Ling Siyao's first reaction was to pick up the little beast, cover his mouth and nose, and run away.

Cheng Weiwan was completely confused, he yelled at Ling Siyao: 041 You bastard, why did you come here now, and why don't I even have spiritual power?What's going on if I can't get out of this shell?

But after he tortured his soul, after asking, it was: "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

A person can't understand this beast language.

Ling Siyao was very perfunctory: "Yeah, ok, darling, I will feed you when this matter is over, and give you a hug and a hug."

Meng Xianjue originally listened to their words calmly, but after hearing the last sentence, as if he had heard something piercing, he couldn't bear to listen any more, his eyes gradually darkened, and then he looked away.

And the imminent danger on the other side would not soothe him.In an instant, the strong blades swept towards Meng Xianjue's neck like flying steel flakes.

Meng Xianjue's stagnation time was only a breath, he reacted very quickly, put the long staff horizontally in front of him, and dodged back.

In an instant, the stench filled the fields, and a huge flower opened its branches and leaves, and its thick roots wriggled on the ground. It bent down the rhizome like a person, and used extremely fat petals to gather the black and purple stamens. , facing Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue clenched his staff tightly, and murmured softly: "The fragrance of corpses and the phantom flowers..."

Ling Siyao hid shyly behind Meng Xianjue, hugged the little red gold beast tightly, clinging to the soft fluff of the little red gold beast, and said in a low voice: "This is the corpse fragrance phantom flower, the stamen is very poisonous, it is For Meng Xianjue, the excellent raw material for refining corpse poison is an excellent thing, he can't wait for this thing to appear before his eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Weiwan was so angry that he bit Ling Siyao's hand hard.

Meng Xianjue behaved decently, and hated the ghost sect extremely, and also hated everything related to ghost cultivation. How could he want to get the pistils of corpse fragrance, and how could he refine corpse poison?

Ling Siyao saw Cheng Weiwan's ferocious eyes, and after he said it, he realized that he accidentally slipped the tongue. He blinked his eyes, coughed dryly, and said, "Wanwan, don't worry, it's important to defeat Shixiang Huanyu first. Look at the long stick in Meng Xianjue's hand, you know, it's not just a stick, it's a sharp weapon that has never been unsheathed."

Cheng Weiwan stared at Ling Siyao.

Ling Siyao didn't dare to look into Cheng Weiwan's eyes anymore, he cleared his throat, pressed his ears tightly to Cheng Weiwan's, and said, "Wanwan, don't look at me like that, find a chance, I'll put it on Tell you everything clearly, I will say whatever you want to ask me, but now is not the time, that stinky corpse flower obviously wants to swallow us, please be more obedient?"

Cheng Weiwan rolled Ling Siyao's big eyes, then lowered her head and nestled in his arms with peace of mind.

The battle ahead is fierce, and Meng Xianjue is struggling to resist Corpse Fragrance Huanyu. Every attack of Corpse Fragrance Huanyu carries deadly corpse poison. Ling Siyao hugged the red gold beast tightly.

Ling Siyao sensed Meng Xianjue Heel's eyes, and subconsciously hugged Cheng Weiwan a little tighter, swallowing his saliva, faltering and saying: "The center of the stamen is the weak point, you can find the right time to attack there. "

Meng Xianjue looked away and turned a deaf ear to it. He didn't believe Ling Siyao's words, nor could he believe this person who came out of the woods out of thin air. It is the weakness of Corpse Fragrance and Huanyu.

There was a little coldness in his eyes, and he was a little unwilling to be taken the lead by Ling Siyao.

He resolutely stabbed the long stick in his hand towards the center of the stamen, and the huge corpse fragrance seemed to be suddenly held down by its lifeline, stagnating in mid-air, the flowers and leaves instantly withered, and the nutrients were buried deep in the ground in the blink of an eye. It must be absorbed, and the part above the ground suddenly turns into ashes.

Ling Siyao said hesitantly: "Its nourishment..."

"Their roots below the ground are connected, and these nutrients will be transferred to other flower stamens..." Meng Xianjue's eyes suddenly froze, and he raised his head suddenly, "There are more around, not just this one."

Ling Siyao was interrupted by Meng Xianjue, her eyes were open, her mouth was open, unable to speak.

In the end, with two clicks of "Aba", he shut his mouth obediently.

Facts have proved that among male creatures, whether familiar or not, there is an inexplicable hostility and desire to win or lose.

As soon as Meng Xianjue finished speaking, the ancient trees around him suddenly began to uplift violently, surrounding the three of them firmly in the center, forming an unfathomable cage. Meng Xianjue slowly clenched his hand holding the long staff, and the back of his hand suddenly bulged. blue veins.

And just at this moment, a thin figure was thrown out from the dense forest, and it slid on the ground for a long time before barely coming to a stop.

The man's back was scratched with sharp stones, and his face was covered in blood. He was holding a broken iron sword tightly in his hand, and he was in a panic.

Ling Siyao let out a soft "tsk".

It was Zhang Chengcan, there was no one else.

As the branches and leaves fluttered, everyone was aware of the hidden dangers around them.

The stench hidden in the breath of green grass and green leaves is something that people cannot ignore no matter what.

Suddenly there was the sound of crowded footsteps and rapid breathing in the forest, both Ling Siyao and Meng Xianjue couldn't help holding their breath.

But I saw a woman in a light yellow dress trotting out, her neat hair was a little messy, and there were a few small scratches on her cheeks, she hurried to Zhang Chengcan and asked nervously: "Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" Are you okay?"

Zhang Chengcan barely wiped off the blood on his face, and said hoarsely, "I'm fine."

Ling Siyao lowered her voice and said: "Wanwan, do you have any impression of who this person is, the hero is the main palace, Lin Yinger."

Cheng Weiwan vaguely remembered that there was such a person, this woman was pure and kind by nature, and she was ignorant of the dangers of the world, she indeed fit the image of first love in the minds of most male compatriots.

The woman seemed to realize that the atmosphere around her was tense. She raised her head in a daze, and saw the menacing Meng Xianjue at a glance. She was frightened at first, but then noticed Meng Xianjue's handsome face. She hesitated for a while, as if mustering up a lot of courage, she begged: "Your Excellency, I am Lin Yinger, a disciple of Zongzhengmen, and this is..."

Zhang Chengcan interrupted Lin Yinger's words, and said, "It's just a casual cultivator, with no name and name, it's not worth mentioning."

Meng Xianjue looked at the two of them with some inscrutable eyes.

Lin Yinger didn't feel annoyed when she was interrupted, she quickly reacted, and said, "We still have a few companions left behind, those evil creatures are very powerful, I beg you, save us..."

Lin Yinger was crying like pear blossoms and rain, Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao watched in amazement.

But what Cheng Weiwan noticed was that Lin Yinger looked at Meng Xianjue's blushing ears and cheeks, and thought, "You really deserve to be the hero."

But Ling Siyao noticed that Zhang Chengcan was in such a mess and Lin Yinger still never left him, thinking: "You really deserve to be the hero."

Meng Xianjue looked down at her: "Why should I save you?"

While talking, another person was thrown out from the forest. This person was much worse than Zhang Chengcan. He already vomited blood when he landed, and his eyes almost turned white.

Lin Yinger couldn't bear to see that miserable situation again, she bit her cherry lips tightly with her white teeth, tears rolled in her eyes, and murmured: "I beg you, save us."

Meng Xianjue was indifferent.

In the end, Cheng Weiwan couldn't stand it anymore, he bit Ling Siyao to signal to let him go, Ling Siyao couldn't help letting go of his hand in pain, and instantly understood what Cheng Weiwan wanted to do, but at this time Cheng Weiwan Wan's spiritual power was sealed and could not be used at all, so Ling Siyao had no choice but to bear the pain in his heart, and exchanged points for Cheng Weiwan to get a mana burst item.

The moment the little beast rushed out, the wind was like a wave, and the clouds and mist swirled around it, forming a huge beast shape, which fell tightly behind Cheng Weiwan.

Lin Yinger was frightened by the red gold beast that rushed out suddenly, but the power of the huge beast form formed by the cloud and mist was even greater than the body itself.

Sensing this powerful spiritual power, Corpse Xiang Huanyu scrambled to get out of the forest, aiming at Cheng Weiwan at the stamens that exuded the stench.

Cheng Weiwan knew that her spiritual power was just a flash in the pan, a prop, and it wouldn't last long. Cheng Weiwan swung his claws horizontally, grabbed a corpse fragrance and illusion into pieces, and sent a voice transmission to Meng Xianjue: "Save people."

All of Meng Xianjue's movements stopped at that moment, and he suddenly looked back.

"senior?"

There was a cautious temptation in the voice.

The senior's tone was cold and hard, which was different from any time before.

Such a senior is indifferent and alienated, which makes him feel very strange and flustered.He worried about losing it.

The longest string in my heart trembled heavily, and made a "buzzing" roar from time to time.

Cheng Weiwan puffed his mouth, he was naturally good-tempered and optimistic, at first Meng Xianjue was only slightly angry when he was imprisoned in the spiritual sac, thinking that the bear boy should teach him a lesson, and when he has a chance in the future, he should speak clearly .

But this time, Meng Xianjue forced him to brand him as a master and servant, which really annoyed him.

The severe labor pain still remained at the end of his nerves, and he knew that once this mark was branded, he would never be able to get rid of Meng Xianjue, even after completing the task.

That is real surrender.

Cheng Weiwan saw that Meng Xianjue didn't look at the Corpse Fragrance Huanyu at all, and had no intention of doing anything, so he frowned and raised his voice: "Meng Xianjue, save people, quickly dispose of these Corpse Fragrance Huanyu, don't waste it here Time, after you leave here, you should go get the Kunlun wood and the phoenix..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Meng Xianjue couldn't hear the second half of Cheng Weiwan's words, so he was a little anxious. He came this time to get Kunlun wood. As for the phoenix gall, since senior asked, he would definitely get it.

Halfway through Cheng Weiwan's speech, the mana burst props expired, and the red gold beast was no longer majestic. It was covered in mud, rolled around twice, and after being covered in mud, it collapsed on the ground, like a little trash dog.

Meng Xianjue concentrated his perception and found that the senior's breath had disappeared.

At that moment, the only support in my heart almost collapsed.

Although the senior talked to him, he didn't say a word to him.Even the formerly intimate title "Xianjue" has become the indifferent and alienated "Meng Xianjue".

The overwhelming loneliness and sadness came like a wave, almost drowning him.

The senior refused to talk to him, the senior deliberately kept a distance from him...

Meng Xianjue raised his hand, as if venting something, his spiritual power was concentrated, and suddenly exploded, blasting a corpse fragrance flower in front of him into powder.

He recalled what Cheng Weiwan had said to him, the darkness in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and finally, as if he had figured something out, some faint light appeared in his eyes.

It seems that there are some dark things hidden in it.

It's like, when he sees a beautiful flower, he wants to pick it up and take it home. He loves it, cherishes it, wants to have it, and wants to possess it completely.

He wanted to do everything possible to take possession of Cheng Weilai.

If the senior is angry with him, he will coax him until the senior calms down.

Ling Siyao looked at Meng Xianjue who was indifferent to the Chijin Beast but a little bit excited by Cheng Weiwan's voice, the expression on his face gradually became weird.

After a short moment, Meng Xianjue obeyed Cheng Weiwan's words, gripped the staff tightly, and poured spiritual power into it crazily. Suddenly, a crack appeared at the end of the staff...

Then the crack became bigger and bigger, and a faint red light came out. After the red light, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and the redundant black heavy wood was removed, and it was a long blade that was as thin and sharp as water.

This knife is very beautiful, the blade is slender, smooth and delicate...

Ling Siyao stared intently at the knife, and rushed over, kicking up a cloud of dust, he protected Cheng Weiwan in his arms from the attacks of corpse fragrance and illusion, fled to a safe place, and aimed at the knife. Cheng Weiwan's ear yelled: "See, that's the legendary ghost king and magic soldier, note nothing!"

Cheng Weiwan was in a daze, and said, "How is it? Has he been rescued? Where is Meng Xianjue? You go and help him..."

"Think about it with your clever little brain, why is Zhuwu in Meng Xianjue's hands, huh?" Ling Siyao was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him, "Do you think he still needs my help?"