A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan actually didn't know whether Ling Siyao was dead or not.

He had a guess in his mind that Ling Siyao was a system, and according to common sense, he was just a stream of data, and he would never be bitten by a ghost corpse, fall off a cliff and be crushed to pieces.

But Ling Siyao is a little different, Ling Siyao has a real penis now, he should have come to accept punishment.

But Ling Siyao is still a system after all, and it is impossible for the main system to just let its employees die in the middle of the task.What's more... the system space still exists now, if Ling Siyao died in an accident, the system space should have collapsed.

Throughout the whole day, Cheng Weiwan was always restless. For a while he felt that Ling Siyao was not dead, and for a while he felt that Ling Siyao was dead. Meng Xianjue took good care of her.

After a day, when they were on the way back, Cheng Weiwan finally came back to his senses. His eyes brightened a little, and he managed to hold his hoarse voice, and asked, "What time is it now?"

At that time, Meng Xianjue was cooling the soup in the spoon for him, when he heard Cheng Weiwan's soft voice beside him, he suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, some uncontrollable emotions appeared in his eyes.

The spoon slipped into the bowl, making a crisp crashing sound.

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for many days: "Wan Wan... It's past noon now, we..."

Cheng Weiwan looked listless even when he came back to his senses, he found himself covered with a fur blanket, the seat was soft and very comfortable, and they were in a small compartment of a spirit ship, the floor was covered with There is a soft and warm blanket, and a small incense burner is burning next to it, and the whole cubicle is filled with calming and calming incense.

The spirit boat was running very steadily, and Cheng Weiwan couldn't feel that he was moving at all. He gently lifted the curtain, looked out, and asked lightly, "Are we returning to Tianmen?"

Meng Xianjue put the soup bowl on the low table beside him, looked at Cheng Weiwan seriously: "Yes."

Meng Xianjue didn't need to tell him what happened next, he could guess it himself.

Xuanwei showed his feet in front of the two of them, but he had a high prestige in front of the other disciples, and he still had the power to respond to everyone. He calmed down the turmoil in Changyang Mountain with a decisive and ruthless method, and waited for the people from Mingyue Lake to arrive at Changyang Mountain. In Yangshan, the forces of the two sides converged. After discussion, they unanimously decided to bring Changyangshan's matter back to Tianmen, and held a Tianlu meeting to discuss Changyangshan's funeral and solve the problem.

Meng Xianjue tucked the blanket for him, and said: "Our spirit ship is slow, two days behind the main force, and it will take three days and three nights to reach Tianmen. If you want to catch up at night... "

Cheng Weiwan directly ignored Meng Xianjue's words. He raised his head and coughed lightly: "Meng Xianjue, tell me, do you no longer want to hide your identity as a ghost cultivator?"

Meng Xianjue paused and did not speak.

"Do you remember what I said to you, you can only choose one between the sword cultivator and the ghost cultivator, so you chose the ghost cultivator."

I don't know if Cheng Weiwan's mood was churning or because it was really cold outside, he shivered and rubbed his hands unconsciously.

Meng Xianjue immediately stuffed a small heater into Cheng Weiwan's hand, and Cheng Wewan held the small heater, letting the constant warmth flow into his heart.

Meng Xianjue nodded slightly.

"Are you really thinking about it?" Cheng Weiwan knew the ending of Meng Xianjue in the original book. After Meng Xianjue chose to completely fall into the path of ghost cultivation, he was already doomed to embark on a path with a tragic ending.

But he can't say, can't make any reminder to Meng Xianjue.

In order to maintain the integrity of the original plot, he could only watch Meng Xianjue step by step towards extinction with his own eyes.

Meng Xianjue looked into Cheng Weiwan's eyes and nodded seriously: "Thought it out."

Cheng Weiwan immediately averted her gaze.

This is exactly what he expected at first. Meng Xianjue chose to take the road of ghost cultivation. He only needs to help Meng Xianjue complete the last stage, kill Xuanwei, and then find other reborns. Back to the real world.

But for some reason, when he really realized that Meng Xianjue would degenerate into a ghost cultivator in the near future, and would be besieged and killed by all the so-called "leaders of the righteous way" after the Cliff of Unrequited Love, his heart suddenly softened.

He didn't dare to think about what it would be like when Meng Xianjue died.

Moreover, even if Meng Xianjue dies, the plot reaches [-]% smoothly, and the other reborns are also picked out by him, and he can go home smoothly...

It's just that he was a little reluctant... Ling Siyao.

Cheng Weiwan fell into deep thought, but he didn't expect that this thought would last until the sunset.

The little spirit boat was still moving forward at that slow speed, Cheng Weiwan felt his headache was splitting, he tapped his temple lightly, but suddenly found that it was completely dark.

It was dim in front of him, everything was hidden in the darkness, Cheng Weiwan couldn't even see the silhouette of his body hidden in the night.

Cheng Weiwan felt that his breathing became difficult again.

This is already an instinct engraved in his bones. He stroked his chest with difficulty, trying to comfort himself. He leaned down with difficulty, trying to light the candles beside the table, but accidentally knocked over the things on the table. , At that moment, there was a clanging sound in the whole cubicle, Cheng Weiwan's brain was short of oxygen, and his hands and feet were not smooth, he staggered and fell directly to the ground.

In an instant, the door was pulled open with a strong force. Meng Xianjue was in a hurry and eagerly panting heavily. The first thing he did after entering the room was to light a candle.

But after the light came on in the room, Meng Xianjue felt his heart tightened in an instant.

Cheng Weiwan's head was covered with silver threads scattered on the ground, his red pupils were out of focus, and he was full of bewilderment and helplessness. He fell to the ground, his palms were cut by broken cups, bowls and plates, and blood flowed all over his face. Little by little drops fell on his robe, and he just raised his hands like that, his eyes full of disbelief.

Meng Xianjue strode over, endured the intense pain of being cut in his heart, held Cheng Weiwan's hand, and frowned, but his tone was gentle, without even the slightest sense of blame: "Wanwan, what's the matter, did you wake up for something?"

He blamed himself a little. He shouldn't have been alone in the room when it was completely dark.

Cheng Weiwan was still in fear of the dark night, it would take some time for him to understand Meng Xianjue's words, Meng Xianjue devoted all his patience to him, and repeated: "Wanwan, why did you wake up suddenly, you have something to do Do it?"

Cheng Weiwan looked up at Meng Xianjue, Meng Xianjue's eyes were dark and deep, and the light in his eyes was very bright, just like the bright starry sky that night.

starry sky.

It's just that for a moment, Cheng Weiwan recalled the starry sky he saw with his own eyes that night, and the tension in his heart faded away little by little.

Cheng Weiwan was in a daze, he lowered his head and found that Meng Xianjue was meticulously bandaging his wound.

Turning his head again, he saw the tumbling and dancing little flames.

The gloomy sense of fear that shrouded his heart gradually disappeared. At the moment when he was in a daze, Meng Xianjue just finished bandaging him and raised his head. Their eyes met in mid-air without warning. The room was quiet, and Cheng Weiwan He forgot to breathe for a moment, his eyes moved away in a hurry like a fish swimming, and he opened his mouth to breathe. Under Meng Xianjue's silent gaze, he finally said, "I wanted to hold the lamp."

Meng Xianjue knelt on the ground with one knee, just looking at Cheng Weiwan who fell on the ground.

"Wanwan, I was in the spiritual room next door just now. If you call me, I can hear you. Sometimes, you can also try to rely on me."

Cheng Weiwan didn't understand what he meant, only felt the tingling pain in his palm, moved his legs, and wanted to stand up, but Meng Xianjue suddenly grabbed him and didn't let him go.

Meng Xianjue's eyes flickered: "Wanwan, I don't know how you got along with Ling Siyao at first, but now that he's not by your side, can you try to rely on me.

"Can I... take you to face your fear."

Cheng Weiwan was a little surprised, his gem-like red pupils instantly fell into a warm orange light, and he said softly: "Ling Siyao, he will come back."

The moment the words fell, he saw Meng Xianjue's fleeting disappointment, he couldn't bear it after all, and muttered in his throat: "But...thank you very much."

The corner of Meng Xianjue's mouth burst into a chuckle: "Wanwan, it's getting dark now, eat something and rest."

Cheng Weiwan looked at Meng Xianjue's light smile on his lips, his head was dizzy, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He felt as if he had fallen into a trap, a trap designed to lure him into softening his heart.

The candles at the table were lit. Cheng Weiwan lay down with all his clothes on. He was still asleep when the door was opened. He turned his head and saw Meng Xianjue walking in very naturally. Lying down.

Cheng Weiwan straightened up instantly, blinking blankly: "Why did you come in?"

Meng Xianjue stopped his movements and said, "Wanwan, this spirit ship has only one room."

The implication is that he can only sleep in this room.

There seemed to be a bit of grievance in his words, which made Cheng Weiwan feel that he was a bit too much...

I don't know that there is only this room on the spirit ship, it seems that I am driving you away and not letting you sleep, if you say it clearly, it's over, are you wronged?

Cheng Weiwan took a deep breath, covered his head with a small blanket, and lay down.

He also kicked the quilt angrily.

Meng Xianjue suppressed a smile, quietly spread the blanket beside Cheng Weiwan, and after lying down, he called softly, "Wanwan?"

No movement.

Cheng Weiwan didn't want to talk to him.

he shouted again.

There was movement in Cheng Weiwan's side, and Cheng Weiwan turned the blanket around his head in an attempt to block out all the noise.

Meng Xianjue just looked at him so quietly, suddenly felt satisfied.

Not long after, there was a steady breathing sound from Cheng Weiwan's side, Meng Xianjue looked over and found that Cheng Weiwan was already fast asleep.

Maybe he felt that sleeping under a blanket was really stuffy, so he unconsciously pushed aside the blanket covering his face, his silver hair was spread messily under his body, his eyelashes were thick and beautiful, and his facial features were extremely delicate, looking at the whole Tianlu , in the eyes of Meng Xianjue, no one can compare with Cheng Weiwan.

Meng Xianjue leaned over, carefully stretched out his index finger, and scratched Cheng Weiwan's small and round nose.

He closed his eyes and extinguished the candle.

The originally quiet and warm cabin darkened instantly.

Meng Xianjue's eyes were particularly bright in the darkness, and he stared firmly at Cheng Weiwan.

After only a moment, Cheng Weiwan seemed to feel the darkness coming, and he also became uneasy in his sleep, trying to shrink his body as much as possible, as if in this way, he could not see the oppressive darkness.

Meng Xianjue sat up and called softly, "Wanwan."

He knew where Cheng Weiwan's fear was, he just wanted Cheng Weiwan to know that not only loneliness existed in the darkness, but also many things that he had never seen or thought of.

The beauty of that thing is worth his exploration.

No matter how bad it was, he also wanted Cheng Weiwan to know that he was with him in everything.

But obviously... beyond his expectations.

Like a sleeping animal, Cheng Weiwan felt the existence of the heat source behind him, he flinched and tried cautiously, moving towards the heat source bit by bit in his sleep.

After feeling that the heat source behind him didn't move, he stretched out his hands and feet like a little koala, tightly wrapping around Meng Xianjue.

Moonlight poured in from the window like a veil, just covering the two of them.

Meng Xianjue smiled lowly, conniving at everything about him.

Feeling hot and still distracted, she lowered her head slightly and kissed Cheng Weiwan's hair lightly.

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