Kuai Chuan: Who said the villain is pure hearted

Feng Beiming was once again immersed in his fantasy.

This time, he is no longer in the bloody state of his childhood, where you beat me to death, but in a cloud-shrouded fairyland.

Feng Beiming didn't know why he appeared in such a place, but everything here was extremely familiar.

It seems to have lived here, and lived for a long time.

Feng Beiming walked along the path paved with bluestone slabs and came to the front of a palace.

On the top of the palace was written Jize Palace, there was no one in front of the palace gate, Feng Beiming went up the stairs, pushed the door open and entered.

The thick red door was pushed open by him.

In the palace, there was no one around, only a noisy sound came from the rear, and he walked in the direction of the sound.

In the backyard, a young man in a purple dress stood under a peach blossom tree, holding a sword with a purple hilt, pointing at the people who surrounded him in front of him, and laughed contemptuously.

The young man is very beautiful, even though Feng Beiming is used to seeing all kinds of handsome and beautiful people, he still thinks that the man in the purple dress is unique in this world.

Black hair with only a purple headband to pull up the front half of the hair, fox-like eyes, when looking at people, the tails of the eyes are raised, romantic and evil, passionate and ruthless, straight nose, bright red full lips , Exquisite facial features.

Feng Beiming didn't know how to describe the person in the purple dress in front, handsome?beautiful?

None of them seem suitable, I only know that person, in the crowd, will always attract everyone's attention.

"Saint in purple, as long as you hand over the soul lamp of Lord Jize, we will let you go." Surrounded by the young man in purple, a middle-aged man who looked big and three thick said.

"Hahaha, how ridiculous, you actually asked me to hand over his soul lamp, what's the difference between asking me to kill him directly?" said the person known as the purple-clothed saint.

Another weak-looking person continued: "Husbands and wives will fly separately in the face of disaster. Hasn't the purple-clothed saint heard of this sentence?"

The purple-clothed saint waved a purple sword aura, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I'm afraid it's not because you can't beat him that you come to trouble me? Although I haven't become a god, you can't do well."

The sage in purple didn't agree with each other, and started to attack the few people who besieged him.

Suddenly, apart from the colorful sword energy, there was no safe object in the palace.

Feng Beiming was puzzled, why these few couldn't see him, was it because he just entered someone's dream by mistake?

But why is everything here so real, so real that every time the purple-clothed saint is scratched, his heart feels densely ached.

I can't wait to suffer these crimes for him, I can't wait to kill the person who hurt him alive.

do i know himThis is where?Why can't I move?

Feng Bei thought about stepping forward, but he couldn't move forward. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious and chaotic he became, he couldn't even shout a word to stop.

Can't move, can't do anything.

Seeing the purple-clothed sage fell to the ground by a whip, Feng Beiming was jealous, as if the whip was whipping towards his heart, it was painful.

The person who was drawn to the ground spat out a mouthful of blood, and the delicate facial features made the entire face look more enchanting because of the blood.

"You took advantage of him to protect the world, and you came to force his soul lamp, trying to blackmail him? Is the Lord Jize that you can blackmail if you want?" The purple-clothed saint was scratched by the sword, revealing the young man's smooth and white arm .

"You don't have to worry about it, you just need to give it to us, and we will let you live."

"If you don't give it, we will take out your soul, and we will still be able to find the soul lamp of the Lord God."

The purple-clothed saint didn't answer, but looked at these people and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you think I, the purple-clothed saint, are so easy to bully?"

The people around him didn't know what charades he was playing, but they all knew that his smile was abnormal.

In the heavenly court, no one knows that the Taoist companion of the Lord Jize is a lunatic, and he would rather die than die.

But they didn't know that the purple-clothed saint would rather lose his soul than not be threatened.

What's more, that person is his lover who has been in love for thousands of years.

"Oops, let's go, he's going to blow himself up."

"The soul blew itself up for eternity and will never come back. Is he crazy?"

"Fuck, get out."

"Ah... can't get out, he sealed the palace."

Looking at this scene, Feng Beiming really wanted to stop it, but don't.

Don't blew yourself up, I won't be able to find you again if you blew yourself up.

The sage in purple smiled, looked at everything around him with nostalgia, and said silently: "Brother Jiu, I'm going to break my promise."

I have no choice but to blow my soul. If my mana were stronger, I wouldn't be so passive.

If they find out the location of your soul lamp through me, how can I continue to face you?

After finishing speaking, a puff of smoke exploded with a "bang" at the place where the purple-clothed saint was.Other than that, nothing disappeared.

Even with that, several people around him were also blown up without a trace.

It seemed that the scene just now was just an illusion of Feng Beiming.

Feng Beiming opened his eyes and watched what happened before him, as if he was still immersed in the three words of Brother Nine and couldn't recover.

"Ninth brother, can I not go to Hantan to practice mana today?"

"Ninth brother, when are you not so busy and take me to the lower world to play?"

"Brother Jiu, I cooked you a bowl of lotus seed osmanthus soup."

"Ninth Brother..."

Countless Ninth Brothers exploded in Feng Beiming's mind, exploded.

Why is this person so familiar, and why does he want to blew himself up?

Can you not go, can you not leave me?

"Chu Mu!" The person who shouted loudly on the bed opened his red eyes.

Feng Beiming's face was full of sadness and fear at the moment.

"Master, you're awake, the doctor will come and see you." Aunt Zhou wiped away her tears in comfort beside the hospital bed.

After tossing and tossing for so long, the young master finally woke up, but seeing his sad face, Aunt Zhou said in a timely manner: "Master Chu and Master Xin have returned safely."

After Feng Beiming heard this, he didn't have a big reaction, he was still immersed in the illusion that was like a dream but not a dream just now.

The person in the dream, the last sentence, every time I think of it, my heart aches.

Why is this happening?

Is it because he disappeared suddenly like Amu, which resonated with me?

Unable to figure it out, he could only put it down temporarily, suppressing the pain in his heart, Feng Beiming turned his body sideways, his voice hoarse: "Where is Amu?"

According to Amu's personality, shouldn't he be waiting beside him to wake up?Why can't I see anyone when I wake up? Is something wrong?

Aunt Zhou poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Feng Beiming: "Young Master Chu is fine, but he is too tired. The doctor has seen him, and he is currently receiving an infusion."

Feng Beiming didn't make a sound, and Aunt Zhou knew that he heard it. It seemed that the young master wanted to stay by himself for a while, so Aunt Zhou could only retreat to the door to guard, and let Feng Beiming stay in the house by herself.