A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Cheng Weiwan was in a daze, seeing that he was about to fall asleep, Ling Siyao's hurried voice suddenly came from next to his ear: "Wanwan, Wanwan, Cheng Weiwan, don't sleep!"

"The demon sect's army is overwhelming, and it's almost encircling the entire ghost sect."

Cheng Weiwan woke up in an instant, sat up from the bed, and heard Ling Siyao's panicked tone, he was also a little nervous: "What is the demon sect's army suppressing, what's going on?"

Panting, Ling Siyao said: "The Demon Sect came to attack the Ghost Sect in the dark, and Meng Xianjue has already gone to fight."

Cheng Weiwan turned over and got out of bed instantly: "Meng Xianjue is going to fight?"

Ling Siyao nodded.

Cheng Weiwan immediately put on his clothes, without turning his head, his expression was terribly serious: "He went to fight the Mozong again before his injury healed, did he think he had lived too long?

"I still feel that Fazong is merciful to him, and he wants to find some excitement?"

Ling Siyao followed closely behind Cheng Weiwan, stroking his hair: "Wanwan, don't worry, if you are Meng Xianjue, the demon sect bullies come to your door, can you sleep peacefully at this time? "

Cheng Weiwan knew that he couldn't say anything, but he was still angry that Meng Xianjue didn't know how to live or die, regardless of his own situation, he was desperate.

And at this critical moment, I didn't tell him.

I don't know what I'm afraid of.

"How many people from the Demon Sect came this time?"

In order to be more precise, Ling Siyao also called up the screen in the system space, and when he saw the small red dots that symbolized the source of devil energy all over the ground outside the ghost sect, he frowned: "Many, at least 1000 by my visual inspection." people."

Cheng Weiwan gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and hurried to where Meng Xianjue was.

Although the ghost sect has assembled many ghost cultivators, those ghost cultivators don't know what kind of mind they are, and they can't use them in combat.

The female demon deliberately teased Meng Xianjue, and said those unsavory words, but Meng Xianjue didn't move on the mountain, and didn't even respond at all.

The female demon was not discouraged, she carefully moved Wu Zhong's sword aside, and said softly: "I see that the breath in your body is stagnant, suzerain, it must be because of an injury, this servant has a method that can heal your wound quickly , would you like to hear it?"

Meng Xianjue glanced at her indifferently, and was about to order Wu Zhong to do it, but heard an extremely angry voice from behind him: "Who wants to double cultivate with Meng Xianjue?"

After shouting and exhaling, Cheng Weiwan saw at a glance that the so-called Demon Sect's army was actually only one person, and as for the sources of so many demonic energy, they were actually planted acacia flowers.

Albizia julibrissin, it's amazing.

Cheng Weiwan glanced at Ling Siyao with a gloomy corner of the eye, Ling Siyao shrank his shoulders, his eyes dodged, not daring to meet Cheng Weiwan's eyes.

Cheng Weiwan looked away, but the subtext was: I will settle the score with you when I go back.

Feeling the murderous aura lingering in the air, Wu Zhong's body trembled heavily.

However, Meng Xianjue raised his head to meet Cheng Weiwan's direction, and at this moment showed a slight smile.

The female devil instantly lost the ability to manage her expressions. She curled her lips in disdain and smiled again: "So, the suzerain is hiding the beauty in your golden house, and this is the one you are hiding?"

Cheng Weiwan landed with a sword hidden in his sleeve, and when he landed, he stood in front of Meng Xianjue and protected him behind him: "Why, look down on me?"

Meng Xianjue glanced down at Cheng Weiwan.

What catches the eye is Cheng Weiwan's snowy and delicate nape. Cheng Weiwan's breathing is a little short, and the nape of the neck and ear tips are still pink.Like a tempting fruit to pick, the fruit is slightly ripe and has already revealed its aroma.

Meng Xianjue really wanted to pick the sweet-smelling fruit at this time and taste it.

Cheng Weiwan came in a hurry, her hair was still messed up.

He would never know, because of his arrival, the red killing intent in Meng Xianjue's eyes gradually faded away.

The female devil looked him up and down very badly, and showed a contemptuous smile: "No wonder the suzerain is not provoked by me. It turns out that I don't like me, but suzerain, do you want to change your taste once in a while?"

The female devil's provocations came to him, Cheng Weiwan didn't care about anything else, she raised her sword and went up.

Meng Xianjue also wanted to follow, but was killed by Cheng Weiwan with a cold look: "Stay there and don't move!"

You still want to fight with injuries, don't you want to live?

As if he had already received Cheng Weiwan's subtext, Meng Xianjue smiled helplessly, obediently withdrew his hand, and stood still, making a gesture of surrender, "Wanwan, be careful of those acacia flowers."

Cheng Weiwan nodded, and because he didn't have a weapon at hand, at the same time, he injected spiritual power into Qianli with the attitude of giving it a try.

He didn't have much hope for this coquettish spirit.

But in an instant, Qianli made a change that surprised him.

Originally, it was just limply wrapped around his wrist, but after inhaling the spiritual power, it instantly became extremely strong. After tempering the spiritual power, the inconspicuous little white cloth became a sword that cuts iron like mud.

In the hand, the weight is very good.

Cheng Weiwan was a little startled, he held Qianli tightly and let out a sound of surprise.

Then, the eyes became sharp and sharp, and the corners of the mouth curled up: "Qianli, let's go."

Meng Xianjue was worried about Cheng Weiwan, so he gave Wu Zhong a wink, signaling him to come forward to help.

But the witch would not give Wu Zhong a chance, she rolled her winking eyes, sneered, and built a rosy illusion for Cheng Weiwan with her own hands.

Cheng Weiwan's pupils shrank slightly as he watched the sudden change in front of him.

A five-story building was erected on the barren land in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black surroundings of Guizong became a luxurious place full of pink candlelight and full of singing and dancing.

On the high platform, there are singers and dancers performing. They are dressed in cool tulle, and their graceful bodies are looming under the candlelight.

The air was filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of powder, which made Cheng Weiwan very uncomfortable.

The smell of the aroma was too pungent, and Cheng Weiwan's forehead twitched with bruises. His eyes and ears were sharp, and he could occasionally hear some lewd words on the tall buildings, which were full of provocative meanings.

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Unmoved, he consciously held his breath to avoid inhaling the fragrance, looked around, and said, "Is this the illusion and carousel harvesting technique that your Demon Sect is so proud of?"

"I advise you not to underestimate these things~" The voice seemed to come from all directions, overlapping and directly hitting the eardrums, Cheng Weiwan ignored it and concentrated on perceiving it, suddenly, a skyrocketing sword energy centered on Cheng Weiwan Spreading out, with the majestic power to cleanse everything, it instantly reduced those unsightly dirty things to ashes, until finally, a ray of ice and snow sword energy broke the light in all directions, broke the illusion from afar, and pointed at the female demon's eyebrows.

The surrounding scenery fell away like broken sand, and turned back into the desolate appearance of Guizong in the dark night.

The female devil has no sense of danger that her death is imminent, and she doesn't even forget to wink at Cheng Weiwan: "My family suddenly realized that you are also very good-looking, what good is staying in the ghost sect, why don't you come and have fun with my family?" ?”

Cheng Weiwan frowned.

Suddenly there was a cool wind blowing, blowing up the flying dust on the ground, Cheng Weiwan reacted very quickly and held his breath, but he couldn't close his eyes to avoid the wind.

Because he knew that as soon as he showed his flaws, the female devil in front of him would seize the opportunity in an instant, run away or fight back.

Cheng Weiwan felt dust flying into his eyes, he forced some tears, and was about to enter a serious situation and was provoked by the female demon, who must not stay.

Cheng Weiwan controlled thousands of miles, and the sword light danced, making the female devil helpless to fight back, but in a moment, the female devil was killed by Cheng Weiwan's sword.

The female devil's last cry of pain seemed to be seducing Cheng Weiwai.

The moment she died, nearly a thousand acacia flowers withered and withered in an instant, Cheng Weiwan remained indifferent, silently closed his eyes, pulled away the spiritual energy thousands of miles away, and turned to look for Meng Xianjue.

This female devil came with bad intentions, there must be an ambush by the devil sect around her.

But before he could move, he suddenly felt a rush of hot air enveloping his whole body.

Cheng Weiwan's body stiffened for a moment, and he didn't dare to move anymore.

Meng Xianjue saw that Cheng Weiwan had collected thousands of miles, and the heart he had been carrying all along finally fell. He immediately rushed to Cheng Weiwan, but he saw that Cheng Weiwan's body was stiff, and he was a little absent-minded.

"Wanwan, are you injured?"

Cheng Weiwan suddenly felt a little dizzy, his eyes were swollen and painful, and the blood in his body washed his blood vessels layer by layer, which made his body temperature rise all the time.

He raised his head, and it took a lot of effort to see that it was Meng Xianjue.

He showed an apologetic smile: "I'm fine... Maybe I'm a little tired."

Just at this moment, a pair of cold hands supported him, and he looked up in confusion, his eyes sometimes sober and sometimes hazy.

Meng Xianjue saw Cheng Weiwan's face full of spring, and his heart sank suddenly.

hit.

Cheng Weiwan gritted her teeth, barely maintaining her last bit of reason, and suppressed the restlessness in her body with spiritual power.

But to no avail.

The more he wants to suppress, this restlessness is like a spring, the more it is pressed down, the higher the elastic modulus stored, the stronger the desire to rebound, if you don't pay attention, you will be burned.

Can't suppress it with spiritual power.

All the blood in his body seemed to be rushing towards that place, and he even felt the pulsation like a heartbeat.

Cheng Weiwan pushed Meng Xianjue's hands away weakly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Meng Xianjue, there must be an ambush elsewhere in the Demon Sect, leave me alone, there must be flower seeds in the dust on the ground, I accidentally inhaled the flower seeds, and got hit That female devil said, I..."

It was a bit embarrassing to say this, he stared at Meng Xianjue's burning eyes, and said, "I... I will solve it myself."

Meng Xianjue stared at Cheng Weiwan intently.

Cheng Weiwan's skin was white and delicate, and it turned red when touched, her eyes, which were usually full of vitality, became wet, and the corners of her eyes were red, as if she had a pleading look.At this moment, under the influence of the Albizia julibrissin, Cheng Weiwan's body was very sensitive. When he grabbed Cheng Weiwan, he could feel Cheng Weiwan's slight trembling.

The fruit is completely ripe, and the plump and tender fruit inside has burst through a thin layer of peel. The peel is cracked, and sweet juice and water flow out.

Wu Chong backed away winkingly, and took Ling Siyao to inspect the surroundings, and eliminated those low-level monsters that were still in ambush in the Mozong.

As for Meng Xianjue, he hugged Cheng Wewan tightly, held Cheng Wewan's waist with one hand, and exhaled a hot breath in his ear maliciously: "Wanwan, let me help you."

Cheng Weiwan lay on Meng Xianjue's shoulder and breathed unbearably, his breath was hot, like a small cluster of flames, spraying on Meng Xianjue's neck.

He couldn't think about anything at all, he just felt that there was a ball of paste in his head, and he had turned into a sticky and soft paste, with no strength and no thought of moving, but a kind of unbearable feeling appeared all over his body out of thin air. The feeling of words.

He is very strange.

Looking forward to it again.

The author has something to say: I am very sorry, friends, the stupid author was made to cry by himself.

This is Chapter 98, and the previous chapter is Chapter 99. If you read it, it is best to switch the order of the previous chapter. I am very sorry!

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