After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

Wen Gu lay on his back on the sofa, dazed for three or four seconds, the pain on his lips dragged back to the free nerves, "...what is it?"

"Why did you talk about retiring the engagement just now? Huh?" Yuan Jiuyuan kissed his lower lip, half biting and half licking, the erotic meaning made people blush and heartbeat.

Wen Gu lay obediently and motionless, his chest heaving violently, and looked at him in a daze, "Your mind is so small."

It was just a casual mention on the balcony, why can't I forget it?Before leaving, he asked him to come back for "revenge".

Yuan Jiuyuan gave him a chance to breathe, and turned to smell the refreshing breath in his fluffy hair, and said in a low voice, "I am not small except for my small mind."

It was too blunt, so Xiao Wen couldn't listen to it, so he leaned into his neck and took a hard bite on the weakest part of his Adam's apple.

Yuan Jiuyuan guessed that he was going to be angry, so he let him bite, with most of his body pressed against Wen Gu, and the distance between the two of them was very close, "Wen Gu, we will see you again."

Wen Gu let go of his white teeth, and licked the bitten piece of skin like a kitten licking its paws. With a sense of comfort, he said vaguely, "Got it! Got it! It's clear!"

"Stop licking it." Yuan Jiuyuan pinched his cheeks and let Wen Gu lick it down. He didn't have any interest in facing swords and swords. He just wanted to stay in modern times and deal with him first. He was reluctant to part with Wen Gu. Forced to kiss on Dudu's lips, "Goodbye."

"Um..."

Wen Gu mumbled a few words in his throat.

Yuan Jiuyuan stood up, called out the epee in the Buddhist beads, carried it behind his back without haste, and walked towards the teleportation circle. The moment he stepped into the formation, he turned his head, his eyes were dark and deep, containing indescribable emotion .

Wen Gu leaned on the armrest and sat up, his hair was messed up by someone, his extremely beautiful face was flushed and wet, he combed the loose hair with his fingers, and nodded slowly towards Yuan Jiuyuan.

With Yuan Jiuyuan's departure, the vortex in the black mist spun extremely fast, blooming like a blooming flower, and turning into nothingness.

Wen Gu sat quietly on the sofa. About 3 minutes later, his back tensed and he relaxed, and he lay back on the soft sofa again.

The chandelier on the roof was brightly lit. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the chandelier until his eye sockets became sore uncontrollably, then he slowly closed his eyes, letting out a breath of soft breath.

the next day.

In the early morning, Yu Ning was half asleep and half awake, the rising sun showed half of his face, shining on the endless stream of cars on the skyline, the sounds of the city were separated by thick glass windows, and the house was quiet and silent.

Until Sister Xu came to the door with breakfast, Wen Gu was lying on the edge of the dining table, a few strands of hair on the back of her fluffy head were messy, and she walked around in front of her lightly.

Wen Gu rested his arms on his pillow, raised his eyelids tiredly and looked at her, the rounded corners of his eyes drooped, looking very pitiful.

Sister Xu originally wanted to ask about him and Guole Media, but he waited all afternoon the day before yesterday, and seeing him like this almost melted her heart, she took out the soy milk and hamburger from the paper bag, "What's wrong?"

"I'm in a long-distance relationship again." Wen Gu lay still on his stomach, reaching out to insert the straw into the soy milk.

Sister Xu looked at him suspiciously, "What's your boyfriend like? Is there Shang Zeshuai?"

Wen Gu was reluctant to compare Yuan Jiuyuan with Shang Ze, so he didn't answer this question. He just took a sip of soy milk when the phone on the table vibrated.

Caller: Captain Gao

Immediately, there was a bad premonition that the ghost Arhat beating Yue Lao was found out, right?

Ask him to negotiate sky-high medical expenses?

Wen Gu answered the phone with a guilty conscience.

Captain Gao's voice sounded depressed, "Little Wen, have you opened your mouth?"

"Eh?"

"I just told you about our big shot in Yu Ning last time, and you asked him if he was rich, but something happened to him last night." Captain Gao sighed.

Wen Gu was very innocent, "What does his accident have to do with me?"

Captain Gao couldn't laugh or cry, and sighed: "I don't know if it has anything to do with you? His hands were discounted a while ago, he lost all prestige in Yuning City, and became the laughing stock of the rich and powerful. Last night he packed up his things and went abroad. Let's catch them all!"

"Congratulations." Wen Gu yawned, perfunctory in boredom.

Captain Gao smiled, and said in a serious tone: "Xiao Wen, I know all about it. You are responsible for this matter, but the credit is all on me. I understand that you have your unspeakable secrets, but you are nameless in my heart." hero!"

Wen Gu couldn't understand more and more, but he had become used to not being able to understand what people around him said, so he took the opportunity to ask, "Okay, can you do me a favor?"

"What's the matter, just tell me!" Captain Gao was very generous.

"...um... I want to get some ID cards for some friends." Wen Gu wanted to think about an appropriate reason.

On the other end of the phone, Captain Gao seemed to have suddenly understood something, and replied readily: "No problem, just send me your one-inch photo and the information you want to do, and I'll just write an application."

This is too hasty to agree, right?

Wen Gu supported his forehead, and vaguely guessed the image in Captain Gao's mind, "Okay, I'll trouble you."

……

Nineteen heavy cities.

"boom!!!"

The body of the black-robed soul boy slammed heavily on the snow-white wall of the temple, and slid down the wall to the black stone floor tiles. A large scarlet blood oozes from under the black cloak, looking like water stains on the gloomy ground.

Standing in the middle of the temple with hands behind his back, Xin Wujian was dressed in a gorgeous and neat vermilion brocade dress, raised his jaw as if no one else was there, and stared at all the common people in the world.

"Loyal to protect the master, he is a good dog."

After a slight pause, he strolled forward a few steps in a leisurely manner, and stopped beside Miaozhen who was lying on the ground in a spirited state.

Miao Zhensu's white gauze skirt was mixed with dust and blood, her eyes were half-closed and she was weak and weak, and she forcibly received Xin Wujian's palm. If Xin Wujian didn't intend to spare her life, she would have already returned to the west by now.

"You look pretty." Xin Wujian looked at her casually, with a leisurely attitude, "You have such deep affection for your junior brother, but you are his concubine?"

Miaozhen's pale face was bloodless, she opened her eyes and glanced at him coldly, "I am...your old lady."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Xin Wuxian smiled softly, "For lovesickness, I killed my mother hundreds of years ago. If you want to be my mother, you will really kill yourself."

Miaozhen closed her eyes to adjust her breathing, and didn't want to pay attention to Xin Wujian's abnormality.

The soul boys gathered in the square outside the temple, and the people of the nineteenth city took up weapons and rushed into the magic palace. Thousands of people gathered together to defend the revered demon, and put their hearts to death.

But the heart is boundless but there is no panic, walking in the temple with ease, ignoring the hatred and cruel eyes of everyone, this is absolute confidence in one's own strength.

Chongyi Dao's situation is not much better than Miaozhen's. He has just reached the Dao stage and he is hard to meet in the cultivation world, but Xin Wujian is defeated after three moves.

At this moment, he was leaning against the golden lacquered pillar, with a stream of bright red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, staring angrily at Xin Wujian, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"Naturally, it is useful to keep you." Xin Wujian stepped up the steps and sat on the throne at the highest place of the temple, "You always think that I am bloodthirsty, this is really a big misunderstanding, I only kill those who deserve to be killed."

"Is there anyone in your heart who shouldn't be killed?" Chong Yidao asked sarcastically, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Xin Wujian rested his hands on the armrest of the throne, and his sleeves of multicolored and engraved gold hung down flat. Shi Shiran smiled and said, "In the entire nineteenth city, only Yuan Jiuyuan deserves to be killed."

Chong Yidao supported the pillar to stand up straight, and sternly said: "You don't want to touch half of my apprentice's hair."

"You are such a good teacher."

Xin Wujian touched his face thoughtfully, and sighed: "I'm so strange, my blood is clearly flowing on him, he should be a heartless and loving person, but you two are not afraid of life and death. To protect him, what magic power does he have?"

Chong Yidao sneered, "Xiao Jiu is good, you don't deserve to know."

"I'll know soon." Xin Wuji closed his eyes and opened them again, looking up at the temple with blazing eyes, "Because your good apprentice is back."

The thick black mist converged into a bottomless eddy on the dome of the carved beams and painted buildings, like a ball of ink that could not be melted away, a bit of purple fierce light quickly passed through the black mist, and came straight to the face of the boundless heart!

"The heart is boundless, the old and new hatred between you and me will be forgotten today!"

While speaking, Jing Feiming jumped out of the black mist, lightly landed on the ground, and stared at the man in the hall with cold eyes. He spoke harshly, but his clothes and attire opened the eyes of the onlookers outside the hall. Saw t-shirts and jeans.

Xin Wuxian waved his hand casually, and black air was born from his palm, instantly engulfing the sharp purple awns. When he saw "old friend", a stern look flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to normal. I talk about revenge?"

Jing Feiming's expression remained unchanged, and he stated calmly: "I am indeed incompetent, but I broke into the magic palace 300 years ago, killed your great guardian, cut off his head and drank a cup of blood, and ruined your lovesickness. Half of your cultivation has come to naught, and you were reduced to being ambushed and killed by your subordinates."

With a sneer on his lips, he suddenly stood up, and the sky and the earth were filled with dark clouds. If the black clouds were overwhelming the city, a hideous and huge Shura with a black body and gold rim was looming in the dark clouds.

He walked down the steps, and every step he took, the black mist around his body increased by three points. There were thirteen steps in the main hall, and as he walked into the hall, the strange black mist was everywhere, permeating everyone.

"what!!"

I don't know who screamed, and the skin rotted quickly when it touched the black mist, revealing pink and tender flesh and thick bones.

If it is delayed for a moment, the people in the whole city will be buried in the hands of Xin Wujian. Jing Feiming waved the glittering purple satin, and thousands of purple awns fluttered like blooming fireworks, rushing out of the hall and turning into light Covering everyone, blocking the cruel slaughter of the heart.

The scarlet pupils of the heart were shining with excitement, and the arm was raised for a moment, and a blue-blue sharp blade formed by air flow appeared in the palm of the hand. The whole body of the sharp blade was dim.

The two sides clashed in the void, and there were waves of light that shook the sky and the earth.

With just one blow, Jing Feiming's face changed suddenly. A master can tell the winner with a single move. Xin Wujian's strength has increased greatly compared to before. At this moment, he doesn't need lovesickness, and he is also the strongest in the Kyushu Continent man of.

So weird.

He was obviously a dead person, but he was revived suddenly with the power to destroy the world, but he didn't have time for Jing Feiming to think about it, and his heart was boundless to kill decisively. Those words just now aroused his murderous heart, and rushed to kill him. Come on, the angle of the moves is so fierce that he is overwhelmed.

Within a few hundred rounds, Jing Feiming was distracted to block the black mist for everyone, and at the same time faced Xin Wujian's offensive, gradually exhausted, Xin Wujian's strength exceeded his imagination, like a tireless The machine, under the high-intensity battle, did not show any signs of fatigue.

The trend of repeated defeats was unstoppable, Xin Wujian took the time, and stabbed the purple satin with the light blade in his hand, only heard the crisp sound of cracking the silk, he grasped the handle of the knife and slowly cut downwards, the brilliant purple satin became mortal. things.

Accompanied by the huge fluctuation of magic power on Wuji's body, the black mist churned and turbulent, the mirror was not bright, and then he took a few steps back, one knee "boom" on the floor, the palm resting on the ground, new injuries and old injuries erupted at the same time, and a big mouthful came out Blood comes.

He lowered his head, looking at the spit out blood in disbelief, with a rare bewilderment in his expression.

"Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the coquettish for hundreds of years." Xin Wujian looked at him with almost pity, and said with a smile: "You and I are both people who are influenced by the way of heaven, but the way of heaven favors me. The world is over."

No one thought that Ziyi Zhenjun would lose, Zhong Zhenren staggered a few steps over, half knelt on the ground to help Jing Feiming, Jing Feiming suddenly pushed him away, and slowly clenched his hands on the ground into fists.

Xin Wujian raised his eyes to look at the black vortex on the dome again, and a handsome figure landed on the ground at this time.

Yuan Jiuyuan carried a broad epee on his back, his brows were heroic and sharp, he didn't even look at his heart, he glanced at Chong Zhenren and Miaozhen, "Zhenjun, master, senior sister, how are you?"

"There's nothing wrong with my teacher." Master Zhong swallowed the blood that came up, and said calmly.

Miaozhen opened her eyes, sat up slowly, with a deliberate smile on her lips, "Stupid Xiaojiu, what can I do with your senior sister?"

Ziyi Zhenjun remained motionless, and gently wiped the blood on the ground with his fingertips, as if he didn't believe it was the blood he had spit out.

Yuan Jiuyuan looked back at Xin Wujian, and asked calmly, "You are Xin Wujian?"

Xin Wuxian looked at his face for a few seconds, but his expression was a bit lost, "It's a pity, you are seven points like me, and three points like you Hong Ling."

Yuan Jiuyuan stared at him without saying a word.

Xin Wujian said leisurely: "If you are seven points like Hong Ling, I am reluctant to kill you, but it is a pity that you are like me, which means that your fate is like this."

"Really?" Yuan Jiuyuan hissed his eyes and chuckled, the epee behind his back showed a sharp corner, "It's a pity that no matter who you look like, I will kill you."

Heart boundless and unhurried, his eyes fell on the red mark on his Adam's apple with great interest, and traces of teeth marks could be vaguely seen, "Why don't you bring your woman along with you?"

"It's not a woman." Yuan Jiuyuan said simply, the epee was mostly out of its sheath.

Xin Wuxian looked surprised, he didn't realize that Yuan Jiuyuan was a broken sleeve, he laughed and said: "It seems that the way of heaven wants me to have no children and grandchildren."

The bright moon hanging high is as bright as snow, and the nineteenth floor is surrounded by thick black mist, as if tightly held by an invisible big hand. The fate of thousands of people is condensed into a slender thread at this moment.

The epee sword is as powerful as purple lightning and green frost, and its aura pierces Changhong.

The blue sharp blade in Xin Wujian's hand would devour flesh and bones as soon as he touched it, unlike the fierce and aggressive fighting with Jing Feiming, who separated who lived and who died, he was slow and easy, as easy as teasing a child.

"You are such a waste. My sword is too bad in your hands. You are not only a waste, but also a coward. Everyone in Xuan Yuezong bullies you. Why don't you dare to kill them? How dare you kill me instead?" She laughed happily, but every word she said angered Yuan Jiuyuan.

Yuan Jiuyuan remained ignorant, and the sword moved according to his heart. The sword moves sometimes opened and closed, and sometimes delicate and tactful. They were so mysterious that the people of Xuan Yuezong were amazed. They didn't expect his strict swordsmanship to be in his hands. .

The heart is boundless and fearless, looking down on life and death, the green blade in his hand turned into an unhurried defense, he laughed out loud and said: "I used to love many women because of lovesickness, but they all died at the hands of opponents. Only Hong Ling survived and willingly gave birth to my child, but she didn't know until she died that I gave birth to kill."

"Yuan Jiuyuan, this is your fate, this is the fate given to you by the way of heaven, you can't stop it!"

Yuan Jiuyuan was not affected by any words, and there was an indifferent brilliance in his eyes. The sword could not hurt the heart of the iron wall, but the sharp sword energy could cut him all over the body.

If others are injured by thousands of turbulent sword qi, their souls have already returned to the west, but after the heart is reborn, they are invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire, and become immortal, laughing like crazy, "Heaven has brought me back to life!" , Heavenly Dao wants me to become the master of the Kyushu Continent, who of you dare not obey!"

Xin Wujian is stronger than ever before, and the wounds on his body are healing rapidly, like a mountain pressing on Yuan Jiuyuan's head, he can't shake it for a moment. Gradually, the calm expression on his face gradually becomes dignified, because Xin Wujian hasn't exerted all his strength yet. However, if Xin Wuxian fights to the death with him, there is no chance of winning.

"I am the Man of Destiny!"

Xin Wuxian gave a loud shout, suddenly turned his attack, and swung the sharp blade in his hand towards Yuan Jiuyuan's neck, making the sound of piercing through the air.

The people present held their breath and stared at the flying green blade for a moment. The boundless strength of their hearts made everyone fearful. If they were in Yuan Jiuyuan's position, their heads would have fallen off long ago.

Yuan Jiuyuan leaned back, and the sharp blade fluttered past his neck. At this moment, Xin Wujian stretched out his hand suddenly, and a black Buddhist bead fell into his palm.

"You trash, what's the use of the Buddha beads for you?" Xin Wujian looked at him sneeringly, the Buddha beads were twisted between his fingertips, and turned into ashes at a lightning speed.

The black and fine ash dispersed in the thick black mist and fell on the ground like dust.

Yuan Jiuyuan, who was calm and self-sufficient just now, slowly lowered his head, stared blankly at the ashes of the Buddha beads, bent and half knelt on the ground in a daze, his white and powerful hands hurriedly gathered the residues on the ground, combined the ashes, and tried to restore them into The original appearance of the Buddha beads was so broken that it was impossible to pick it up. No matter how hard he tried, fine dust fell down the palm of his hand little by little.

"Are you crazy?" Xin Wuxian looked at him in surprise, trying to provoke him by saying so many ugly words, Yuan Jiuyuan didn't give him the slightest reaction, but just crushed a stored Buddhist bead, but it seemed to have lost his soul like.

The red color in Yuan Jiuyuan's drooping eyes stirred up ferocious evil spirit, and the rich blood color flooded under the brow bone, and the killing intent surged uncontrollably.

The Qiankun gourd is hidden in the beads.

His memory is gone.