The villain's junior brother turned out to have a crush on me

Late at night.

There is no star or moon tonight, the sky is gloomy, and an early autumn rain is faintly brewing.

In the night, a figure quietly entered Luosongzhai, although the speed was not slow, but upon closer inspection, the pace was somewhat faltering, with one leg limping, as if injured.

It was Xue Lang.

He thought it was going to be the end of the day, especially when that "Meng Chen" hit his acupoints viciously when he was thrown off the Tianji Cliff, sealing his spiritual power and making him even do Yujian to save himself less than.

The juncture of life and death aroused a strong survival instinct, and he reached out his hands desperately to hold on to the cliff, his hands, arms and knees were all bloody and bloody, which was the brief pause he won, allowing Fatty Lan to catch up in time. He rushed to him, grabbed his back collar and saved his life.

"It seems that I don't eat so much for nothing." Xue Lang whispered hoarsely, touching the feathers of the little guy in his arms, Lan Pang has already slept like a bird, and with his small body, he can hold Xue Lang in his mouth Such a big person is already a miracle, not to mention that Xue Lang did not dare to climb up the cliff immediately in order to avoid the perpetrators from finding out that he was not dead. Yaxia climbed up and slipped back to Luosongzhai under the cover of night.

Taixuanzong's sect rules are strict, private fights will be severely punished, not to mention killing each other between the same sect.Due to the steepness and danger of Tianji Cliff, almost no one set foot there on weekdays, so that person dared to do something cruel there.Now that he has returned to Luosongzhai, even if the other party finds out that he is not dead, he would not dare to come and kill him again if he thinks about it.

Xue Lang limped, lit an oil lamp, took out two blood coagulation pills and ate them. He looked very painful when he swallowed—his neck was the most injured, and his throat was full of bloody smell. With a little effort, his neck would probably be snapped off.

After swallowing the elixir, he dug out another pack of Zhixue powder, lowered his head and sprinkled it on his blood-drenched arm by the candlelight.

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked: "Xue Lang, open the door."

Xue Lang shook his hand, and a pack of hemostatic powder spilled on the ground.

The person who killed him turned into Meng Chen's appearance must have used the Transformation Technique. This is a very advanced technique. It is difficult to see the flaws, but it also has shortcomings-this technique can maintain the illusioned appearance for an hour at most. The time limit has passed since noon, so it is impossible for the killer to be outside the door.

In other words, the person outside the door is Meng Chen himself.

Xue Lang's brain buzzed, he immediately blew out the candle, ran to the inner room in a panic, threw himself on the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

Meng Chen knocked twice, but no one opened the door, and even the candles in the room were extinguished.

It's been five days, and you're still losing your temper?

Meng Chen didn't come these few days. Firstly, the head of the sect assigned him internal affairs, so he couldn't spare time all day long. At the same time, he understood Xue Lang's temper and wanted to wait for the other party to turn the corner.

Who would have thought that after five days, the other party is still arguing!

He knocked twice more, but when he got no response, he simply pushed open the door and walked in, and lit the oil lamp on the table again.

The room was lit with warm light, but no one could be seen. Meng Chen went straight to the inner room and saw a bulging bag on the bed.

"What are you hiding?" He had a smile in his eyes, feeling that such a childish behavior was a little cute, and stretched out his hand to pull the huddled quilt, "Come out."

The person inside pulled back the corner of the quilt, wrapped it tighter, and murmured a little voice: "I have something to say tomorrow, I'm asleep!"

"Why sleep? The lamp was still on." Meng Chen frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, "What's wrong with your voice? Have you caught a cold?"

The person under the quilt stopped talking, and slowly moved the quilt ball to the base of the wall, as if he had made up his mind not to show his face.

Meng Chen stared at the quilt for a while, and seemed to compromise: "Then you go to sleep. I'll come back tomorrow."

The quilt ball shook left and right, meaning to urge him to leave quickly.

Meng Chen restrained his breath and stood quietly beside the bed. When the quilt finally opened a seam tentatively, he immediately stretched out his hand and lifted the entire quilt.

Xue Lang was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he plunged his head into the pillow suddenly. Meng Chen had already caught a glimpse of something in the blink of an eye, and his originally smiling face immediately changed, and he grabbed his shoulder, refusing to refuse. pulled him out.

"What's going on?" Meng Chen frowned and stared at his blood-stained arm, "You are—"

His voice froze suddenly, and his eyes fell on the boy's neck.There is a circle of pinch marks printed there, the color is a terrible purple, and it is already very swollen. It can be seen that the perpetrator has murderous intentions and has no intention of showing mercy at all.

"...Who did it?"

Xue Lang raised his collar indiscriminately, trying to cover the horrific scar, avoiding Meng Chen's gaze, and mumbled: "No one..."

Hearing the young man's hoarse voice, Meng Chen's eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips, and looked down from the pinch marks on the young man's neck, to the torn and dusty clothes, blood-stained arms and fingers, and then Seeing the tattered trouser legs and blood-oozing knees, I already understood in my mind: "Is it Pei Yuze?"

"He called you to Tianji Cliff, and then pushed you down." Meng Chen couldn't help but feel chills, "Really?"

Xue Lang was taken aback, not only because the other party guessed the situation so accurately, but also because the other party pronounced the name "Pei Yuze" with a coldness between the lines.

...Did he hear wrong?

When he was in a daze, Meng Chen suddenly stood up straight, turned around and walked out.

"Hello!" Xue Lang was startled, subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab him, and said urgently in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going!"

Meng Chen paused, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Yes... what if we go there now?

He knows exactly what kind of person Pei Yuze is.The more he cared about Xue Lang's performance, the more he defended him, the crazier that man became, and then he retaliated even harder.

If he can't settle the matter thoroughly, what's the use of going?

A strong sense of anger, hatred and powerlessness submerged him like a tide, Meng Chen had unbearable pain in his chest, his breathing trembled, and he was almost out of breath for a moment of sadness.Xue Lang couldn't see his expression behind him, cleared his throat, and said nonchalantly: "It's no big deal. It's just that the big brother and I didn't get along, and there was some friction. Don't make a fuss..."

"Stop talking." After a moment of silence, Meng Chen spoke in a low voice, barely suppressing the turbulent emotions, and went to the outer room to bring in the oil lamp and the wound medicine.

He put the lamp on the bedside, sat beside Xue Lang, ignored the young man's dodge, took his hand, and gently sprinkled the hemostat on his fingertips.

Xue Lang saw that he couldn't hide, so he stopped struggling and sat on the bed obediently, letting the young man clean and bandage his wound.

Although he almost lost his life, and it was embarrassing to be beaten like this without any backhand, Xue Lang looked at the young man in front of him surrounded by warm candlelight, and the depression in his heart dissipated bit by bit. Not so bad luck.

At least, he is still alive and well, and he can still see this person, and the other person is still bandaging his wound.

Speaking of which, they haven't seen each other for five days. He was entangled in his heart and had been unilaterally fighting with the other party. Now, can he take this opportunity to reconcile with the other party?

His throat was itchy, he cleared his throat, and was about to say something, but Meng Chen spoke first.

"After the injury is healed," he said softly, looking at the boy's gauze-wrapped fingertips, "you can go down the mountain."

Xue Lang's unspoken words were stuck in his throat, which hurt like a knife.He looked up blankly, as if he didn't understand: "...what?"

"Leave the sect and go down the mountain, and go wherever you want." Meng Chen didn't look at him, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter if you wander the rivers and lakes alone, or you can devote yourself to cultivating in another sect. The world is big, it's up to you."

Just don't come here again.

Now Meng Chen recalled that when he personally invited Xue Lang to enter Tianji Peak, he had made a complete mistake.

He only wanted to repay and treat Xue Lang well, and at the same time, because he was in the dark, he wanted to hold that ray of light and warmth, so he selfishly dragged the boy into this whirlpool.

It's not that he didn't consider the potential danger, but he subconsciously felt that with him watching, Xue Lang should be fine.

The ridiculous thing is that he has forgotten that he can't even protect himself, how can he protect others?

The reality has completely broken his luck, and Meng Chen finally realized clearly that leaving himself and Taixuanzong is the best choice for Xue Lang.

He takes his own responsibility, so why drag innocent people into the water?

Xue Lang stared at him, and asked hoarsely, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that he was silent and did not answer, Xue Lang suddenly became angry. He withdrew his hand abruptly, gritted his teeth and hissed: "Who do you think you are? Whether I go or stay, whether I live or die, what does it have to do with you?" !?"

Meng Chen seemed to have been stung by a certain word, and wanted to speak, but was blocked by the young man's angry voice.His throat was already badly hurt, but now he got angry again, and his words sounded hoarse and bloody, almost shrill and sharp: "Don't be self-righteous to make decisions for others! As I said a long time ago, I have nothing to do with you It doesn't matter, you can't control me!"

"Go!" Under the light of the candlelight, the boy's eyes were red, "I don't want to see you!"

-

The wind picked up, and there was a muffled thunder in the sky.

Meng Chen didn't sleep well that night.

It should be said that since his rebirth, he has rarely had a peaceful night's sleep.Once he falls asleep, the dream is full of ghosts and monsters, dragging him into the quagmire with a grinning smile, helping him recall the dark past over and over again.

This time it was a little different.

He dreamed of Xue Lang from his previous life.

It stands to reason that in the previous life, he and Xue Lang didn't have a deep relationship, and he didn't have any pleasant memories, but in the dream, he became a bystander, and saw some scenes that he had never seen in his previous life from a strange perspective.

He saw that he was holding two kits for Pei Yuze and Yin Chi, and the two took a look, laughing and teasing, "Why do you know how to embroider this?"

In his previous life, he was also a little embarrassed, but he still explained seriously: "The kit was given to me by Junior Sister Liu, who said that it is also called a 'lucky bag' in the folks. Embroidered with the wearer's name, it can ensure good fortune and well-being. Your names It was embroidered by me, and the bag contained some soothing herbs, which are not very useful, but can help you sleep."

At that time, the four brothers and sisters had finished their homework after being examined by the master, and Xue Lang was also sitting on the stone bench beside him. Hearing this, his face showed disdain, as if he thought it was a funny thing for a big man to embroider.Meng Chen looked at the boy's white eyes, hesitated for a moment, but still took out the third kit and handed it over: "Junior Junior Brother, this is for you."

Although they didn't get along well, Meng Chen still didn't leave him behind because of the friendship between his seniors and brothers.

Xue Lang gave him a sideways look, reached out to take the kit, glanced at it casually, then raised his hand and threw the kit far away.

This move was too much, and Yin Chi rushed up angrily to beat him up. Although he stopped Yin Chi, his expression turned cold, and he turned and left without saying anything to Xue Lang.

In his previous life, he felt that there was no need to spoil someone else's sincerity, and he never prepared for Xue Lang when he gave some small things later.But in this life, Meng Chen saw a side of him that he didn't understand in his dream.

After he and Pei Yin left, the young man immediately jumped up from the stone bench and ran towards the place where the bag fell.Coincidentally, there was a piece of iron thorns planted there, with dense thorns growing on the hard branches and leaves, but the young man brushed aside the thorns with his hands to look for it. It took half an hour to find the lost I picked up the dropped kit.

The young man's hand was bruised and bruised, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. He carefully held the corner of the kit to prevent the blood on his hand from getting on the fabric, and looked at the "Xue Lang" embroidered on it for a long time. Words, stretched his usually gloomy eyebrows, and smiled happily.

Meng Chen looked at the young man's smile from the side, and felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his eye sockets were a little sore for a while.

Later in the dream, he also saw a lot.

He saw that Xue Lang would turn around showing annoyance and sadness after uttering bad words to him; he saw that in the dead of night, Xue Lang ran quietly outside his door on his feet and put down a pot of unknown flowers; he saw Xue Lang sitting alone While studying in the room, he saw him passing by with Pei Yuze or Yin Chi chatting and laughing through the window, staring at him for a long while without blinking, then reached out and rubbed his eyes to cover up the trace of loneliness across his face.

He saw a lot, and finally, on a rainy night, the boy was running madly on the mountain road, braving the heavy rain, holding a long sword.

Meng Chen had already recognized the situation and scene, and couldn't help blurting out: "Don't go!"

The boy couldn't hear.His eyes were anxious, like an eagle in a rainy night, he rushed forward without hesitation, but the next moment he was hit back hard by an invisible barrier, and fell down dozens of steps in embarrassment.

That is the barrier of the Mahayana realm, and it is a natural chasm that ordinary monks can never cross.

The young man seemed unable to feel the terrifying power, and he climbed up from the steps. His black hair was soaked by the heavy rain, and it stuck to his cheeks in a mess, but his eyes were like angry burning flames in the darkness, almost as bright as fire. Burns eyes.He pulled up his legs and continued to charge forward, slashing up with the long sword in his hand, trying to create a crack in the barrier.

But it doesn't help at all.The barrier was intact, and the powerful force recoiled back into the young man's body. He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and the arm holding the sword made a terrible sound of bone shattering.

He remained indifferent, holding the sword with both hands and slashing up again and again until there was a "clang", the sword body shattered, the young man bent down, spit out a big mouthful of blood again, and knelt heavily on the cold bluestone board.

"Xue Lang...you go back!" Meng Chen's hoarse and desperate voice repeated in the dream, "Go back for me—"

Xue Lang couldn't hear it, or he didn't pay attention to it.He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, threw away the broken sword, and smashed it on the barrier with his bare hands.

-

Meng Chen opened his eyes, staring blankly at the void in the darkness, and there was a trace of wet tears at the corner of his eyes.

"rumble--"

A white light flashed in the dark night, and a moment later, there was a crackling sound from the plantain bushes outside the door.

It's raining.