Dressed as a cannon fodder

Thing that hurts people, just throw it away.

Meng Yunchi raised his right hand again, seemingly unmoved, the long sword groaned softly, and according to Lin Cheng's words, it cut through the air and slashed towards him in an instant, without showing any emotion.

Lin Cheng suddenly turned around and pushed away Shao Yuqing who was behind him. Before he could speak, he felt that the sword directly split his left shoulder against the side of his neck, went down the collarbone, and stopped above his heart, just a little bit away.

In a trance, it seemed as if he heard a soft sigh, Lin Cheng's eyes went dark, and the whole world suddenly went dark like this.

Shao Yuqing was still standing there with a blank face.

Meng Yunchi increased the coercion on his body. The coercion of a Jindan cultivator was unbearable for ordinary people without cultivation.Just listen to the human voice in the hall: "Traitors will be taken back, monsters will be punished, the emperor is merciful, and he does not want to kill again. But capital crimes can be avoided, life crimes cannot be escaped, and treasoners are unforgivable crimes. The whole family will be exiled to Xijiang, and they will never be seen again. Return to Beijing."

His Highness was mournful, and the guards of the imperial city who came belatedly arrested the courtiers with high crowns and hair. The scene was noisy and chaotic, but no one came and went to care about Shao Yuqing who was sitting on the ground.

One is that no one knows his true face, and the other is...

When Shao Yuqing came back to his senses, there was no sign of Lin Cheng on the ground, nor was Meng Yunchi, leaving only Zheng Jiewan standing in place with a complicated look on his face.

"What about him? Where did he go?"

Shao Yuqing stood up in embarrassment covering the wound on his chest, with a slight bulge of veins on his forehead, panting, "Where's Lin Cheng?"

Zheng Jiewan naturally wouldn't answer him.

Lin Cheng's body was taken away by Meng Yunchi.

"He said he would always be by my side, until I achieve my goal, he will protect me every step of the way, and won't let me get hurt..." Shao Yuqing muttered, "But how can he break his promise?"

"How could he break his word!!!"

Shao Yuqing questioned with red eyes, but there was no one to question.He was at a loss for a while, and suddenly recalled the scene of Lin Cheng being slashed from shoulder to heart by a sword in his mind, and finally felt as if a piece was missing in his heart, and his whole body was cold.

He took half of Lin Cheng's vitality, and his self-healing ability and devil energy were cut in half. Lin Cheng is no longer as strong as before, and will only become weaker and weaker.

Although Lin Cheng kept hiding it, he knew it.Of course he knew, he just never cared.

After all, those who are favored are always confident.

But it was also because he knew that he knew how much that sword had affected Lin Cheng.

Shao Yuqing looked around, under the gaze of Zheng Jiewan, he jumped out of the palace with Qinggong. A guard stepped forward to stop him, but Zheng Jiewan raised his hand and waved him down.

He closed his eyes for a while, remembering the sound transmission in his ear before Meng Yunchi left.

The voice was always faint, but the content of the words was undeniable: "You have to be well-deserved in order to be worthy of this position admired by thousands of people."

It is well deserved that the monarch should be clear and honest, and serve the people wholeheartedly, instead of being so obsessed with other things and ignoring the affairs of the government, and being taken advantage of by others to take advantage of the opportunity to make waves. Will be smashed to pieces.

Zheng Jiewan opened his mouth and muttered, "Yes... I will..."

"Master," Min Hangyuan's hand went around behind Meng Yunchi's back to play with his flying hair, but there was a grievance on his face, "I feel bad."

Meng Yunchi took control of Feijian and stroked his back with one hand, "You are still young and your cultivation level is not enough, so you really shouldn't be leading you to perform magic tricks. How can it be uncomfortable?"

Min Hangyuan said in a childish voice: "I want to vomit, and my head hurts too."

Meng Yunchi sighed softly, "I see, then let's rest for a day or two before going on the road."

He controlled Feijian to move low, found a small town to settle down, found an inn to stay in, and released Lin Cheng that night.

Meng Yunchi looked at the half-dead person on the bed whose aura was fading, took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve, poured out one pill and fed it to the other person, Lin Cheng's decayed and ashen complexion gradually improved.

He stretched out two fingers and pointed at Lin Cheng's forehead. For some reason, Lin Chengrao struggled slightly even in a coma.

"Don't be reluctant," Meng Yunchi looked indifferent, "Obsession is the most harmful thing, and whoever is trapped by it will end well?"

This kind of thing, even if it is deeply rooted in the body, must be gouged out, otherwise it will be dragged into the abyss by it if it is a little careless.

Lin Cheng's struggles gradually calmed down under the twilight of Meng Yunchi's fingertips, and he fell into a deeper coma without a sound. The hand hanging on the bed seemed to grab something, but he only held it empty and hung down powerlessly.

Meng Yunchi erased all his memories of Shao Yuqing, withdrew his hands and paced around the room, standing still by the window for a while.

"One of you is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer." He looked at the palm of his right hand, showing a slightly mocking smile, "I am messing with something when I shoot."

Why on earth did he want to help Lin Cheng? Is it simply because he can't get used to it?

Or because he saw someone's shadow on him, something that had been suppressed for a whole day suddenly exploded.

Headache.

It hurt so bad it was about to burst.

Meng Yunchi almost fell out of the window, his five fingers clawed at his head, and his veins bulged with such force.

The shadow of the candle flickered red and went out silently. The porcelain in the room suddenly cracked, and the sound of breaking sounded.

Even he himself didn't realize that traces of black air were escaping from his body, lingering around, and a pot of orchids in the room was slowly withering under the erosion of black air.

The moment he fell to the ground, the blackness around him suddenly dissipated. Min Hangyuan heard the movement and pushed the door in. He happened to see Meng Yunchi vomit blood on the ground.

Black and red blood.

"Master!"

Min Hangyuan ran over to help him up, Meng Yunchi's chest was already wet with blood, his eyes were half-opened, his face was pale, his left hand was clutching his heart, as if he was enduring great pain.

"Master, Master!"

Min Hangyuan put his hand on his somewhat cold cheek, looked around, and saw the bottle of Resurrection Pill beside the bed.

He grabbed the pill bottle with his spiritual power, poured out the pill and fed it into Meng Yunchi's mouth.

After a long time, the corners of Meng Yunchi's lips were no longer bloodshot. He took a long breath, and slowly stood up while supporting the corner of the table. but where is it hurt?"

Meng Yunchi whispered: "No—"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and finally he didn't know anything about personnel.

Min Hangyuan was stunned, stuck his fingers to the side of Meng Yunchi's neck for a while, then put him on the bed, fetched a basin of water to wipe Meng Yunchi's face.

He wrung out the veil and wiped off the blood on Meng Yunchi's face and lips bit by bit.

A silent man stood on a branch outside the window.

Min Hangyuan remained silent and did not respond, but continued to wipe Meng Yunchi's face.

He knows who it is.

Based on his previous cultivation, he might be able to be on par with this person, but not now.

Min Hangyuan wiped off the blood on Meng Yunchi's lips, half-supported him up, and stretched out his hand to untie the blood-stained skirt of Meng Yunchi's shirt.

Seeing that he was about to touch it, Min Hangyuan suddenly sensed something and was about to react. Someone reached out and hit the side of his neck, and he cursed secretly before fainting.

Feng Xi picked up the child and threw it aside, then turned to look at the person on the bed.

Meng Yunchi closed his eyes and didn't know what was going on.

Feng Xi stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and slowly caressed his face, from the corners of his narrow eyes, to the delicate pinnae, to his soft lips...

He put more strength in his hands, and rubbed the pale and colorless lower lip until it was red and gorgeous, then he bent down and whispered in his ear with a bewitching voice: "Let the past be the past, don't let it go again." Think about it, okay?"

The voice was extremely soft and soft, but Meng Yunchi frowned in the nightmare, and subconsciously tilted his head to avoid the voice of Fengxi leaning forward.

Seeing his unconscious dodging movements, Feng Xi froze.

He suddenly pulled him into his arms with such force that he seemed to be rubbing him into his flesh and blood, and said fiercely, "How can you avoid me? How can you! Why can't you be like before?" He stretched out his hand to touch the cold face of the other person, He whispered: "As before, you only need to look at me with all your eyes and only think about me in your heart."

"Yunchi...don't leave again, okay..."

The next day, Min Hangyuan woke up on the floor in the corner of the room. He pressed the side of his aching neck, the haze flashed in his eyes, and then turned his head, Meng Yunchi on the bed was still awake.

His clothes had been changed, and he was dressed in black.

That Fengxi...

Min Hangyuan moved his fingertips slightly, and the expression on his face changed several times.

He had never seen Meng Yunchi in black.

Meng Yunchi used to always wear plain clothes, because Fengxi didn't like too heavy colors.

That's why he realized at this time that this man was dressed in black, and he seemed to be a different person. He had the same face and the same temperament, but it was like a tea flower blooming in the dark night in the deep mountains, adding a kind of seductive beauty .

Meng Yunchi's eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, "Walking far away"

"Master," Min Hangyuan walked to the bed in two steps, "It's me."

Meng Yunchi sat up with his hands on the bed, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally settled on himself, "You changed my clothes for me."

"...Yes," Min Hangyuan seemed a little embarrassed, "I bought it from the tailor shop downstairs, and please forgive me, Master, for making this mistake and changing your clothes without authorization."

Meng Yunchi lifted the brocade quilt and got out of bed, "It's all right, where is Lin Cheng?"

"He's in another guest room, Master wants to see him"

After pondering for a moment, Meng Yunchi said: "Don't worry about him." His gaze focused on Min Hangyuan's back shoulder, "What's wrong with the back of the neck?"

Min Hangyuan: "I'm fine, Master, it's just that someone cut me down."

But there was clearly grievance written on that face.

"Come here," Meng Yunchi beckoned to him, massaged the back of his neck with spiritual power, and frowned slightly: "Who did it?"

With such a heavy hand.

The place where the shoulders and necks joined had turned black.

"I don't know either." Min Hangyuan put his hands in his hands honestly.

He added: "But this person may be insane and attack people indiscriminately."

Meng Yunchi looked at his bruises, "Be careful on the road in the future, don't let anyone hurt you."

Min Hangyuan felt itchy where he stroked it, so he trembled and said, "Yes, Master."

He hesitated for a moment, then said: "Master, last night...why did you suddenly..."

"It's just a relapse of the old illness," Meng Yunchi cut off his words casually, and stretched out his hand to turn his turned head back, "Don't move around."

Why would the relapse of an old disease cause black and red blood to vomit?

But the other party didn't want to say it, and he couldn't continue to ask.