[Chen Qingling] She is from Magic Fairy Castle

Xiaobai opened his eyes.

She was about to move when she felt pain in her neck and shoulders.But she clearly remembered that before she fainted due to excessive consumption of mana, she should have been lying down at that time, but now she turned into a sitting posture leaning on Wei Wuxian's shoulder.

Her movement seemed to disturb the person who was resting beside him. He turned to look at her. The faint morning light reflected two pale golden spots in his dark eyes, but they set off the cold spring-like clearness of those eyes. deep.

His eyes seemed to be darker.

"Are you awake?" He said, his voice hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Wei Wuxian, are you alright?" She sat up straight, staring at his snow-white face.

Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes, and stretched out his hand to block the light that shot at him, so the pale golden morning light dyed his palm brightly.He seemed to hate sunlight, stood up, walked to a dark corner, and then looked at her leisurely with his arms folded.

"Come here," he said.

Xiaobai walked up to him obediently: "You seem to be different."

"Oh? Really?" He was noncommittal.

Xiao Bai looked at him carefully.Although his appearance hadn't changed, his demeanor was completely different in just one day and night.Originally, although he could see the tiredness and sadness, the whole person gave off a sunny feeling, like a plump bright orange.But now, he looks gloomy, like a dagger quietly pulled out in the dark night, reflecting the frosty moonlight, beautiful but dangerous.

He covered her eyes with his hand: "Xiaobai, don't look at me like this."

His palm was also cool, but he put it down quickly, and she saw him showing a shallow smile: "I just suddenly realized something."

The little girl looked at him suspiciously, her big eyes shone like water even in such a dark place: "What did you understand?"

He stared into her eyes: "A very important thing, something that can make me revenge. Thank you, Xiaobai."

The iron sword that suppressed Xuanwu has killed a lot for hundreds of years, and the resentment condensed in it is also extremely deep.The day before yesterday, he used this sword to defeat the corpse man, and was almost controlled by it.Fortunately, she reminded him suddenly, and when he woke up, he suddenly had an idea: Why is he always passively affected by resentment, but can't take the initiative to control the resentment?

This idea actually arose when he went to Gusu Lan's to study. At that time, he was thinking, spiritual energy is also Qi, resentment is also Qi, why can't resentment be used like spiritual energy?First of all, he has lost the golden core and can no longer use the spiritual energy, why not give it a try and control the resentment for his own use?

Xiaobai was confused, but still smiled happily: "You're welcome!"

He also bent his lips: "good girl."

He picked up the sword on the ground and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

"Wei Wuxian, where are you going?" Xiaobai ran to his side.

"I'm going to kill walking corpses." He looked down at her. From her angle, he could see the curved eyelashes hanging down on him, and the warm sunlight spreading on the black edges, which were tilted up. The tip of the lashes looks transparent.

"You, want to be with me?" He lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at her.

"Of course I want to be with you." Xiaobai said.

"Come with me, don't you regret it?" He raised his eyes, and the sunlight on the tip of his eyelashes suddenly turned into bits and pieces, like golden scale powder vibrating from the wings of a butterfly.

She felt a little baffled, but she answered honestly and firmly: "No regrets!"

After hearing her answer, he smiled.This smile immediately dilutes the gloom between his brows, and he seems to have turned back into the original carefree and cheerful boy.

He took Xiaobai's hand: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Xiaobai was surprised to find that Wei Wuxian had become much better!

Those low-level walking corpses scattered away as soon as they met him, as if he was some kind of terrifying evil spirit.But Wei Wuxian refused to let them go, as long as he waved his black-smelling long sword lightly towards the air, the sword energy would cut down a large piece of walking corpses like harvesting rice. .

And she also found that whenever he raised his sword, his expression was very sinister and terrifying.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" Feeling her escape intention, he tightened his grip on her hand.

He pulled out the sword from the corpse, wiped it casually on the grass, and looked back at her: "Are you afraid? Don't be afraid, I will definitely protect you."

His voice was very gentle, like the wind gently blowing through the grass, blowing away the little uneasiness in her heart.She shook her head: "I'm fine, you, can you stop poking so many times in the future, it looks disgusting."

He froze for a moment, something flickered in his eyes.Soon, his expression became normal: "Okay, I'm sorry, Xiaobai."

Xiaobai was dragged by him for a few steps before he realized it and said Nuonuo, "It's okay."

Wei Wuxian didn't turn his head, but the red hairband on his head was raised backwards with the wind, as if greeting her cheerfully.She felt a little itchy in her heart, and stretched out her hand to touch his hairband. This hairband was like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek with her, and she failed to catch it several times.

Wei Wuxian looked back at her with a smile as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

Xiaobai withdrew his hand, dumbfounded, like a student who was caught making trouble by the teacher.

"In the past, I also liked to play with Lan Zhan's forehead. Their Lan family's Mo forehead would not be touched by anyone, but I am a very rebellious person. The more people don't want me to touch it, the more I want to touch it." Go pick it. It's a pity that Lan Zhan is too vigilant, and he never succeeded." His face showed nostalgia.

In Xiaobai's mind, he imagined him jumping up and down to pick up someone's forehead wiping tape, so he couldn't help but also smiled.

The two people who looked at each other and smiled did not realize that the ground under their feet was turning red inch by inch.

The sky also turned blood red, and the surrounding area was so foggy that the edges could not be seen clearly.

The force of the clenched wrist disappeared, and Xiao Bai looked around, where could he see Wei Wuxian?

Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed. In front of her was a lush green grassland dotted with small light purple flowers. The breeze blew in, and there was a refreshing fragrance in the air.

"Xiaobai, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and finish today's task?"

She turned her head slowly, and saw a round apple-like face: "Qingqing?"

Seeing that her hands were empty, Qingqing said in surprise: "Xiaobai, why didn't you find a single herb? If this continues, you will fail the test!"

"Oh, I'll go find it right away."

"Then I'm going over there, pay attention to safety." Qingqing waved to her.

She walked deeper into the forbidden area.Suddenly, she saw a glowing flower on the trunk of a tree in front of her.Her eyes lit up, it was Fushang, a particularly precious herb that could detoxify all kinds of poisons.

Fushang is a kind of vine plant, which usually parasitizes on big trees over a hundred years old. It has a miraculous detoxification effect, but there must be extremely poisonous poisonous scorpion grass growing around it, and the poison of poisonous scorpion grass happens to be The injury cannot be solved.

She who was on the sidelines knew this very well, but at that time she was dazzled by the excitement, and without taking any protective measures, she was about to go forward to pick the flowers.

"No, don't go, don't go!" She shouted in her heart, but her body stepped into the grass uncontrollably.And in a patch of green grass, the humble scorpion grass cut her leg with her sharp blade.

The moment the tingling pain came from her leg, her heart was filled with fear.Because she knew that there was no cure for the poison of the poisonous scorpion grass.

Then, she saw herself lying on the bed, beside her, her good friends Qingqing, Xiaolan and Xiaoyue were all crying.Looking at this scene, her heart was filled with sadness, but she couldn't feel the slightest bit of resentment.

She grew up in Fairy Castle, with friendly teachers and friendly classmates. The fairyland-like environment of Fairy Castle also created her crystal clear heart.The scariest thing in this life was just being cut by the magic scorpion grass in the end, and it was all due to my own carelessness.

She looked at her good friends and shed tears silently, because she felt guilty for making them so sad.She said to them in the void: "I'm sorry friends, don't cry for me anymore, although I can't see you again, but I have a good life in another world, I hope you are happy, goodbye."

As soon as the words fell, everything in front of him fell into pieces.She opened her eyes, the grass was green and the sun was still shining.

She won't know what she actually went through just now.Highly cultivated wraiths are best at weaving dreams, digging out people's most painful memories, and stimulating negative emotions such as fear and resentment deep in a person's heart, so as to achieve the purpose of devouring the soul and body.But she was too transparent, and the darkness couldn't hide in her heart. The phantom's illusion had no effect on her at all.

But Wei Wuxian didn't wake up.

He was lying on the ground, frowning tightly, and his pale face was covered with dense cold sweat.Clouds of black air continuously emanated from him, and the sword in his hand flew off the ground at some point. It was suspended above the grass, and strands of black air flowed continuously. Injected from the blade into Wei Wuxian's body.

Wei Wuxian's body was like a stretched bowstring, his teeth were gritted, and his expression was ferocious, as if he hated the whole world.

Dark blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, nose and ears.

And this floating sword is trembling violently up and down, as if laughing triumphantly.