The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

...going north.

Meng Zhongguang did not know about the changes in Xu Xingzhi's heart. He only said to himself: "I don't know if it is true. ... Brother, do you think that the owner of the mountain is lying?"

Xu Xingzhi can only tell him responsibly in his heart that this news is correct, because Lao Tzu did write this in his words.

Xu Xingzhi’s fake face was stiff: “Have you married his wish?”

Meng Zhongguang smiled and said: "How come? What is killing him is just to talk about it. I still have him to use it."

... Xu Xingzhi's decision, if one day his identity is unfortunately exposed, then you must immediately wipe your neck with the dagger, save the old demon from Meng Zhongguang to survive and die.

Soon, this is probably a cat's old goblin who slept under his caress, squatting on his knees, the kitten slumbering, and the fluffy clouds on his knees were disbanded. It feels very good.

Xu Xingzhi's right hand touched his hair with his right hand, but his left hand grabbed the handle of the dagger again and slowly pulled out the sheath.

Meng Zhongguang already knows the whereabouts of the next piece of key, is it time to kill him?

The sharp edge of the dagger is aimed at Meng Zhongguang's eyebrows.

Just now there was a red demon seal because of the excitement, and Xu Xingzhi could easily find the position of the imprint.

Meng Zhongguang slept unprepared, hiding under Ufa is such a safe and harmless face, it seems that the place where he is sleeping now is the safest place in the world.

Xu Xingzhi poked his head, he did not wake up, only muttered: "Brother, brother."

As he read it, he laughed sillyly, as if reading this name would allow him to give endless joy out of thin air.

... After all, Xu Xingzhi lost his dagger, leaned back and took his forehead with his back.

Fuck. Forget it.

He is not a gentleman, but he can't do this with a face like Meng Zhongguang who is unprepared.

If he did these things, he would return to his original world, and Meng Zhongguang’s face would be a dream.

Instead of it, he might as well take the dagger here and wipe his neck clean.

Of course, Xu Xingzhi, who has always upheld the notion of "good death is better than living", will not die so easily.

After receiving the dagger, Xu Xingzhi placed Meng Zhongguang on the bed with enthusiasm.

He is an enemy today, and it is also a lot of energy, and it’s good to sleep.

Seeing that he slept so sweetly, he even had some embarrassment, and he scraped his beautiful nose like a dangling: "...is really a living family."

In the words, he plans to go out and let go. Who wants him to just get up and leave the bed two steps, Meng Zhongguang is low, "Hmm", the tone is hoarse magnetic, causing Xu Xingzhi's heart to sway, look back.

- Meng Zhongguang's brows are entangled, and the lips that have just been ruddy have also been collected, and they are a line.

Xu Xingzhi tried to open his eyebrows.

His fingertips just met Meng Zhongguang, and Meng Zhongguang’s expression was strangely relaxed.

Xu Xingzhi smiled helplessly, put away his mind, went to bed, and lay down on his side, also closed his eyes.

... Meng Zhongguang seems to be tired enough. It seems that he can only sleep well if he is with him.

Speaking of it, Meng Chongguang was taken home by the original owner from a young age. The attachment to the original Lord is not the father and the brother. It is not something that is difficult to understand.

Nothing left and right, Xu Xingzhi padded his head with his right hand, his eyes looked at the top of the bed, and he remembered the insulting words of the animal skin.

"Who is my way, it turned out to be Xu Xingzhi who was apostate!"

"...the wolf's ambition, the back is invisible, first kill the teacher..."

The world thinks that it is Xu Xingzhi's murder of the teacher. The memory of the original master tells him that it is Meng Zhongguang who went against the practice and killed the master for the artifact. Finally, he let himself harden this black pot.

However, Xu Xingzhi’s view of Meng Zhongguang’s current work is very serious, and it’s not like this kind of unscrupulous person who wants to figure out the things outside.

Xu Xingzhi thought, is it because the artifact is too precious, only to confused his mind?

He rolled over and leaned to his side, but he felt inexplicably sullen.

... The name of the original Master is like "Qing Jing Jun."

The name was upside down in Xu Xingzhi's mind, and he was uncomfortable. He had some vomiting for a while.

He propped up half a body and faced the bed, but he could not vomit.

Xu Xingzhi's chest was smashed twice, and he was lying flat again, and the soreness and depression of his chest eased.

Xu Xingzhi couldn't tell where this feeling came from. He could only comfort himself and say that he used the original body. Perhaps the original Lord had a deep feeling for Master, and he remembered that he had already died, and he would be so depressed.

In the principle of a single sleep, Xu Xingzhi’s head fell asleep.

When his breath stabilized, Meng Zhongguang opened his eyes again, turned over, and gently lifted Xu Xingzhi in his arms, and reached out and lifted Xu Xingzhi's chest.

The heartbeat inside is so strong and powerful.

Meng Zhongguang took Xu Xingzhi into his arms from behind and whispered in his ear: "Brother, don't be upset. If you want to kill me, I won't fight back. As long as you are happy..."

Said, he sniffed for a while on Xu Xingzhi's earlobe, opened his mouth and held his earlobe, biting it with a little tiger tooth.

Xu Xingzhi frowned and didn't wake up.

That night, Xu Xingzhi made a strange dream again.

This time, when he blinked, he was on a high tower in Yaotai. He was holding a bamboo slip and dressed in a formal suit. He seemed to be preparing to preach Taoism.

Under the high platform, the disciples gathered, he saw a pair of familiar faces, Meng Zhongguang and Jiuzhi lamps have faded to the green, and became a young and handsome young man, crouching on the futon to concentrate on giving lectures, but the two The eyes are staring at themselves for a moment.

Meng Zhongguang even shook his hand and said hello to Xu Xingzhi, who was on the high platform, while the disciples were standing alone and not looking at each other.

A quiet and amiable voice sounded behind him: "Go, start."

Hearing this voice, Xu Xing's body was stiff.

The scene here is very different from the Luwangtai. The disciples underneath are also uniform, all in white robes and sashes.

... It seems that it should be Fengling Mountain here.

Can you tell the big disciple of Xu Xingzhi to start preaching, will it be the "Qing Jing Jun"?

Xu Xingzhi wanted to go back, but he didn’t listen to it. When he started the bamboo slip, he began to teach, and read the ancient words of the shackles and explained them.

Xu Xingzhi thought that the scene was so realistic, it should be the memory of the original Lord, until a sticky and thick vine slipped silently into the bottom of his thick robe.

Xu Xingzhi only felt a little slippery, and had not yet returned to the gods. The fingers of Zhu Jian suddenly tightened, and he screamed and rushed to his lips, and he was sealed between his teeth and swallowed.

When the vines saw Xu Xingzhi's dare to resist the call, they became more and more arrogant, and they clashed over the lines between Xu Xingzhi's legs, like a deer thirsty drink, like a fish swimming.

Xu Xingzhi panicked his eyes, but no one else noticed his abnormality.

The disciples underneath looked up at him, his eyes full of admiration and respect, and Meng Zhongguang also sneaked in it, staring at him with shining and burning eyes.

Xu Xingzhi endured the blue veins, his fingers were tight and loose, and he endured hard. His forehead has already flashed with sweat: "... Tianyang Yin, Chunyang Qiuyin, Xiayang Dongyin, Xiangyang Night Yin... Hey!! !"

...in...they went in...

……right here……

The bell attached to the wrist of Xu Xingzhi creaked with the tightness of his body. For a time, he was covered in numbness, and he was shocked and angry. The scripture was stuck in his throat and he could not breathe.

Some disciples under the spot have noticed that they are not right. They have looked up and looked at Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi also sent an enquiry: "Well, is it unwell?"

"Back to Master, no... there."

Xu Xingzhi's half-length cold sweat, hard to open again by the willpower, but the voice is slightly incomprehensible trembling: "On... Shangyang Xiyin. Male Yang female Yin. Father Yang Ziyin. Brother Yang Di Yin. Changyang less Yin..."

He wants to yell at his hand, but he doesn't know who to call, but he still has to mourn the eight hundred Taoist texts. Under such stimulation, the body is getting hotter, like a spider-like spit out of soft silk. The vines took the opportunity to scream and dispel the power of Xu Xingzhi.

He slammed his strength and was already the limit. In front of his eyes, Venus splattered, and there was a burst of darkness. Finally, he couldn’t hold it anymore, and fell softly toward one side.

After a few hours.

Meng Chongguang sang a little song, and he came out of the room in an excellent mood. He washed his face in the stream of the tower.

Zhou Wang just came out of Lu Yujiu’s room and said, “When Big Brother wakes up?”

Meng Zhongguang smiled and said: "Yes."

After the response, he licked the water droplets on his hand and turned back to the room.

Zhou Wang met his smiling face, and for a moment, until Zhou Beinan floated behind her, she sighed: "Hey, I have been so wild for so many years, I have never seen Meng Da Ge laugh like this."

Zhou Beinan’s glance at the closed door: “That’s what you haven’t seen before. It’s sticking to his brother in the day, and he’s not willing to leave for a while, laughing at his brother like a sunflower.”

Zhou Wang curious: "Since Master Xu came to the wild, they are staying in the room every day. Are you doing something? I want to go in and see."

“Hey.” Zhou Beinan frowned. “Do girls care about these things?”

Zhou Wang raised the bar: "You didn't say that I was a girl's family when I taught me to use a knife."

Zhou Beinan took out the ghost and grabbed it. He planned to come up with Zhou’s head. I didn’t expect Zhou’s legs and legs to kick away. A few flash steps escaped: “Hey, you have two sets of rhetoric, how can you justify yourself? Xu’s brother told me that the girl would have There are girls."

Zhou Beinan heard the words "Xu Shixiong" and turned a blind eye: "If Xu Xingzhi is going to teach, how can he teach two broken sleeves and a good younger brother..."

Halfway through, he knew that he had lost his words, stayed in his mouth, and stopped talking.

Zhou Wang was taken up with interest: "Hey, what is broken sleeve?"

Zhou Beinan slightly reddened his face and walked away, when he did not hear.

Xu Xingzhi was hurt in this dream, and he slept in most of the daylight. When he woke up, he couldn’t make it to the ground. His feet were soft for two days before he could go out.

In the next few days, Meng Zhongguang did not mention the matter of going to the tiger to fetch the shards. Xu Xingzhi did not know how to act. He simply mixed up with the wild people, chatted and drank, and pitched for fun. Life is generally no different.

In the play, Xu Xingzhi learned something that made him stunned.

... He finally knows where the extraordinary life of the pottery is.

Tao Yu is actually a mortal who has no mana.

Tao Xiantian has few words, and it is not too boring to stay together with Qu Chi, a person who is demented. If he talks with more people, he will blush and eat less, so he is a mortal. Going back, or Zhou Wang told Xu Xingzhi.

At that time, Zhou Beinan, who was very ruined in the early days, did not know why he died. Zhou Wang’s mother died of blood in the next week and died on the spot. Zhou Wang was abandoned in the wilderness. When he wowed, he met Qu Qu and Tao Xi, who also fell into the wild. The two buried her mother's body and told her to leave.

If Lu Yujiu passed by nearby, he saw the soul of Zhou Beinan’s disintegration and the impending collapse, and his soul’s nuclear income was inconsistent. I am afraid that Zhoubeinan had turned into a lonely smoke in the wild.

From then on, Zhou Wang recognized Qu Chi and Tao Xian as a cognac.

According to her, her dry mother Tao Yuben is a mortal who has no power to bind her chickens. She can live in the wild for 13 years, relying on Qu Chi to protect her whole heart.

When Xu Xingzhi heard this, he was quite surprised. When he met Tao Leisure in the tower, he chatted with him.

Tao leisure is embarrassed to twist the clothes corner: "...Yes. I, I was in the wild to take care of the brothers, but now I want the brothers to take care of me..."

Xu Xingzhi could not help but ask: "What did you do before?"

Tao Xiao whispered: "I really don't remember Xu Shixiong? I, I used to sing a song before." He added, "... Hua Dan."

The author has something to say: Brother (heartache): Are you treating your father and brother like this?

Heavy light: Dad wants to hug!

Brother: ... roll.