I Became the Villain’s Pendant

"Want to die?"

Yin Xuezhuo's voice penetrated everyone's magical artifacts, her voice was cold and full of hostility.

The four demons holding the magic weapon were all stunned by this sound, and before they could react, they heard a click, and the communication in vain was interrupted.

Four Demons: "..."

Rong Ge: My mother, when did you get in for nothing? ! !

Chiyang: It's over, is it too late to pretend to be dead now?

Congshuang: This cheating for nothing!

The three demon generals were at a disagreement. They quickly withdrew from the communication. They all pretended to be dead. Only Cang Ming was still stunned. The hand holding Ji Yan froze in the air, and Yin Xuezhuo’s voice was like a thunder in his head. , And blasted him to death.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Ji Yan. After realizing what he had done, he immediately let go of his hand and stepped back.

Ji Yan originally gave up, but he didn't expect him to back away suddenly. She leaned close to the wall behind her, curled up, with a pair of black and white eyes, looking at him vigilantly.

Cang Ming looked like he was afraid of something at this moment.

But what makes him afraid?

Ji Yan only thought of one person.

Her heart suddenly became confused, she was completely at a loss, only curled up a little tighter, her hand on one side was still trembling slightly, and she kept coughing with her head down.

Suddenly, there were slow footsteps around.

The sound came from the window, stepping on the wooden floor, and the wind blew the curtain, as if someone was coming.

"Cang Ming."

A familiar voice rang, and the man stood not far away with a gloomy tone, "What are you doing?"

Cang Ming suddenly knelt down, resting his hands on the ground, with a look of horror and inexplicable horror, "The devil, the devil... subordinate, the subordinate wants to bring her to you..."

The person's gaze turned, Ji Yan felt a beam of gaze fall on her body. She didn't know what to do, but curled up and buried her head in her knees, as if it had nothing to do with her.

But when she heard that voice, she seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing in her heart.

The nose is sour.

She didn't know how Cang Ming was going, but she heard Cang Ming's explanation suddenly interrupted, a low muffled hum, and then the surroundings became quiet again, so quiet that there was no sound, only her own breathing.

She held a heart, curled up quietly for a long time, and even began to doubt that they all left.

The sound of wind and rain outside also stopped. After the heavy rain, there was a moist breath in the air, faintly filled with fragrance of flowers.

Ji Yan didn't know how long he sat before quietly raising his head.

When he raised his head, he suddenly ran into a pair of black eyes.

Ji Yan: "..."

Yin Xuezhuo squatted in front of her, looking at her quietly. His black eyes were moist and harmless. He didn't know what he was looking at. Ji Yan looked up at him and shivered subconsciously, forgetting to withdraw his gaze. .

...Just like this for a long time.

Yin Xuezhuo didn't say anything, didn't have the excitement after a long absence from the reunion, and didn't ask her where she had been in the past hundred years. He just raised a finger and dipped the sparkle under the corner of her eye, and whispered: " Yanyan was wronged."

When he said this, Ji Yan suddenly realized that she unexpectedly...cried again.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped it, the more she couldn't hold her tears, as if she was about to shed all the tears for so many years at once, and she couldn't hold her, and finally covered her face, just not looking at him.

How long has no one called her "smoke"?

She has become a lot of people, they all have their own identities, they have their own family members, but she is the only one who doesn't. She has only one Zhuo Zhuo, but no matter how good Zhuo Zhuo is, he is not by her side.

At first she thought she could still pretend to be indifferent. As long as she didn’t see him, she could continue to pretend to be indifferent. Anyway, it was not the first time. She overestimated herself. All the grievances lie in his “smoke” Zhong Gong has fallen short.

Ji Yan suddenly stretched out his hand, plunged into his arms, and hooked his neck tightly.

"shining."

She cried to him and hugged him hard, as if clutching some life-saving straw, hot tears slid down his collar into his collar, burning him like fire.

Suddenly, Yin Xuezhuo took her full of arms, stiffened, and looked down at Ji Yan who was crying awkwardly. After hesitating for a long time, she awkwardly patted her back with his hand.

He just kept this posture and didn't move, letting her hold him and cry enough.

His smoke is so good that he can cry, as if it is made of water. She has never even cried so much. She is on the verge of collapse. No matter how sad she was before, she has never lost control like this.

Yin Xuezhuo was scared by her.

He allowed her to hold his arms around his neck. He thought he would also lose control, but now he is calmer than her. Perhaps this scene has appeared in his mind too many times over the past century, so he can deal with it calmly now.

He looked around for a week and saw the bed not far away. Then he picked her up and put it back on the bed. But when he let go of his hand, she was like a drowning man holding a driftwood, just trying desperately on him. Climbing, shaking his head unwilling to let go.

Her eyes were red like rabbits, she was obviously a strange face, and every little expression was still his familiar look.

Yin Xuezhuo lowered her head and rubbed her sideburns cautiously. Once she touched her cheek, she was like a frightened little rabbit. She suddenly let go of her hand holding him, and her red eyes looked at him for a moment. Suddenly he shrank into the foot of the bed, then curled up with his knees.

Yin Xuezhuo's movements froze suddenly, and she didn't know how she frightened her again.

With bad speculations in his heart, his eyelashes quivered and his expression became a little panicked.

She looks abnormal at the moment.

It seemed that he was wronged, but he was too trembling. This posture of protecting oneself seemed to be afraid of what he would do to her.

The soul still looks bad, but the aura is much weaker, it was hurt by Cang Ming.

Yin Xuezhuo's right hand squeezed fiercely, and the anger under her eyes suddenly appeared, but in an instant, the anger was replaced by a bewilderment. He lost her before. If he protects her, how could she be harmed? Shut it in the box, if she is afraid of him because of this...

He was silent suddenly, and then rubbed it carefully, "Yanyan..."

He leaned over and she hid. She was forced from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed. He accidentally hit the back of her head against the bedpost. The pain caused her tears to flow, and when she raised her hand to wipe the tears, he grabbed her wrist. Living.

Yin Xuezhuo said: "I have been looking for you for a hundred years, and the past will not happen again."

"I won't make blood sacrifices anymore, and I won't conceal you, if..." he said, his body suddenly froze, and the hands holding her trembled unnaturally. "If you are angry with me, you can always be angry. Go on until you calm down."

"But don't ignore me."

He tightened his cold lips, and all his indifference and pride collapsed in front of her.

What a legendary demon lord, the world was afraid of him for hundreds of years, but he was only afraid that she would ignore him and bore him.

Ji Yan's sobbing stopped, like a little ostrich, arched his back, tried to shrink his wrists, but couldn't shrink back. He was in a dilemma, and his mouth squashed again. He wanted to cry without crying and cursed: "How can you be Make me angry..."

Have the ability to let her go.

As soon as I spoke, I saw him in the dark at the moment.

His wet eyes were full of panic. Over the years, he didn't know what he had done. The corners of his eyes were abnormally red, and the black lines went up his neck and even climbed up his face, becoming very scary.

With such a scary look, but with this expression, it looked a little funny, Ji Yan stopped crying for a while, and sniffed.

Just stare at him.

No one knows what the other person is thinking, both of them have grieved expressions. After a hundred years of torture, it seems that two children suddenly had a fight, fell into embarrassment, and cried. thing.

Obviously it is not that simple.

Ji Yan moved his wrist and said dumbly, "Let go."

Yin Xuezhuo quickly let go of her hand.

She lowered her head and said, "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

He immediately got up and waited for her to move slowly, but when he was there, she refused to move, Yin Xuezhuo disappeared and watched her rubbing on the bed a little bit, as if he was relieved. , Lie down.

He looked at it and felt Yanyan had become dumb, forgetting that he could be invisible.

She was clutching her chest, and even though she was lying down, her body was still slightly curled up, it was Cang Ming who injured her.

She couldn't see, Yin Xuezhuo leaned close to her, lowered her head to smell the scent of her hair, and then quietly picked up a strand of black hair scattered on the bed, rubbing the hair of her fingertips, as if returning to the past, she When wearing a wreath and asking him if he looks good.

The boiling blood was finally immersed, and he seemed to have escaped from his dream and returned to reality now.

It's really not a dream.

After a hundred years, he was lost and recovered.

It was quiet and silent, the morning light gradually leaked in from the window, and it was dawn.

Ji Yan curled up and lay down with her eyes closed all night, but she was not asleep.

Obviously she couldn't smell anything, but she knew that he was there. Yin Xuezhuo's smell was very special, without any fragrance, but she remembered how he felt when he was near.

Lie on his side and curled up, a warm current rushed into his back, the pain of being injured by Cang Ming was slowly healed, the cold touch wandered between the temples, and then, the tight string in his head also relaxed.

Even if she didn't want to sleep, there was still a force that dragged her down.

When the sun rose, she fell asleep peacefully.