I Want to be Alone, Beautifully

Xu Jiao was still in bed when she woke up again, and Xia Jingzhe lost her track again.

However, a little bit different from before—

The bed she was lying on was no longer piled up with ice slippery jade in the wooden house, but turned into a bed made from the spine of the magic dragon. Compared with jade, it can protect the heart of the righteous practitioners and contain the spiritual power of nourishing the immortal body. In other words, the effect of this keel bed is just the opposite. It can use a steady stream of magic energy.

Fortunately, what Xu Jiao needs at this moment...

It is this devilish energy.

It was strange that when she opened her eyes, the restraint in her body hadn't been unraveled, but she could perceive the magical energy of the air...close to her.

In the past, I saw the demon world that was instinctively disgusting, and now she felt comfortable in her heart, and she didn't even want to move away from this bed. There was a warm and comfortable feeling of a baby staying in the mother's sheep-water.

She realized—

He was changed by that magic spring.

From then on, she was no longer the physique of a decent cultivator, but a monster that everyone from Kunlun sent.

There is no living thing within the range of her eyesight, Xu Jiao aftertastes the ultimate happiness before falling asleep for a long time, and then slowly calls the system: "It's been a long time since you reported Xia Jingzhe's blackening value, did you pass me? His unremitting efforts have finally lowered it a bit?"

The system dismissed her indifferently: "Sorry to inform you, the reason I haven't appeared for a long time is that the discordant picture lasts too long—"

Xu Jiao suddenly changed the subject: "Xia Jingzhe should be happy to know that you praise her for being so persistent."

system:"…"

It changed the subject indifferently: "The current blackening value of Xia Jingzhe is 99.9."

The person who was choking silently changed to Xu Jiao.

She was silent for a long time, and sent out a sincere bewilderment: "Why? Where is the world sorry for her? Now there is no enemy of her in this world, and even Kunlun, the big copy of her who has bullied her, killed her, and I am even more right. She is obedient, what can't she think of?"

The system heard her saying "a hundred obedience to a hundred obedience", and there was an instant downtime.

Then it replied silently: "Unable to discover the reason, please keep exploring for this, and strive to reduce the protagonist’s blackening value. According to the past statistical experience of this system, it can be known that when the protagonist’s blackening value reaches 100, the plot will completely collapse and the ending will be big. Probability modification failed."

Xu Jiao opened her lips, unable to utter a word.

After entering this world for so long, she realized for the first time that she didn't know anything about the protagonist she had created.

She didn't even know Xia Jingzhe's face was blackened, and why she turned her into a monster.

The heart of a woman, the needle on the seabed, the ancients did not deceive her.

…

Perhaps I heard Xu Jiao’s heartfelt thoughts. Xia Jingzhe appeared faster this time than before. She saw Xu Jiao with the empty eyes and calmly looking at the ceiling again. She looked hopeless and hopeless. There was something in her heart. Unwillingness and despair are even more obvious.

Obviously he has fallen into a bad magic repair, this person still looks like Taishan collapsed in front of him, as if nothing under the world could leave a mark in her eyes.

Xia Jingzhe wanted to know for a moment, was this person's heart made of cold stone?

But she had felt Xu Jiao's temperature, and she knew how to understand that the blood of the senior sister was hot, and there was an irresistible warmth in her body, like a gentle country that made her sink.

"Senior Sister." Xia Jingzhe sighed lightly, raised her hand and gently helped Xu Jiao adjust her collar, with a helpless tone that Xu Jiao couldn't understand: "What should I do with you?"

Xu Jiao heard an unfounded sadness in her tone and glanced at her bewilderedly.

Inadvertently came up with an idea:

Could it be that Xia Jingzhe is... the menstrual period is up?

That's why there is so much sentimentality and changeable emotions?

However, Xia Jingzhe's rank is not low. It should have been bigu long ago. Even if he eats it on weekdays, Lingzhi Linggu doesn't expel the excess turbidity like a mortal. Where's the menstrual period?

She couldn't figure it out, so she didn't want to think about it, and asked directly: "Junior sister looked unhappy, why?"

Xia Jingzhe met the trivial doubt in her eyes, knowing that this was the first concern Xu Jiao asked about herself since she was tied to the Demon Realm, but Xia Jingzhe was not at all happy.

She asked: "Sister Sister, really don't know why I am so sad?"

Xu Jiao glanced at her and nodded slowly.

Xia Jingzhe looked at her and looked into her dark eyes, as if she wished to pour all her emotions in through the window of the soul, wish she could tear her chest open and let her see her. Love.

After a long time, she said in a low voice: "Because the person I love does not have me in my eyes or in my heart, so I am sad."

Xu Jiao's brows twitched slightly.

That's it.

She thought, she couldn't help herself with this favor.

Xia Jingzhe seemed to have understood her silence again. After being quiet for a while, he tugged at the corner of her lips, leaned over Xu Jiao's side, and asked condescendingly: "Senior Sister, can you tell me how can I live in? What's in your heart?"

"I really want to know, if I die in front of you one day, would you like to shed tears for me."

While she was talking, she leaned over and drew closer, and finally the kiss fell on Xu Jiao's forehead, which meant that she cherished her.

Xu Jiao didn't dodge or cater to her. She just watched her kiss her and listened to her saying the next sentence. When Xia Jingzhe got up again, she whispered softly: "You won't die."

Although she often abuses the protagonist, she never writes the protagonist to death. This is her principle of abuse.

Of course, this often makes her scolded by readers who are chasing after him: "It's better to die as the protagonist is so miserable... Live so suffer!"

…

Right now, Xia Jingzhe bends her lips when she hears her. She was about to make Xu Jiao get up and walk with her. Suddenly she noticed something and turned her face to the outside of the hall.

"Originally I wanted to show the devil's scenery with my senior sister, but it's a pity...the disappointers came too quickly."

There was regret and loneliness in her tone.

Xu Jiao's mind was blocked, and she didn't notice anything abnormal, but she was still awake from the lazy state of waiting to die. She was holding the bed just thinking of getting up, and was pressed back by Xia Jingzhe's hand.

I don’t know what mechanism she photographed. In an instant, there were black pillars rising from all around. On each pillar, there were strange-shaped monsters as floating paintings, and there were faint electric lights connected in series to form a formation method, which connected Xu Jiao on the keel bed. Trapped in it.

Xia Jingzhe got up, stepped back, and smiled softly at Xu Jiao: "Senior Sister has no practice right now, so just stay here, so that she won't be able to fight with the sword and hurt her."

"It's... Kunlun faction?" Xu Jiao quickly turned her mind, guessing the identity of the uninvited guest.

The smile on Xia Jingzhe's lips condensed, and his tone was quiet: "Senior Sister is waiting for the leader to save you?"

"unfortunately."

She said: "The Kunlun Sect was destroyed, and all three thousand four hundred and twenty-three followers were killed-my senior sister was wrong."

The expression on Xu Jiao's face finally changed.

Just when Xia Jingzhe thought that Shanshan could see her angry at this time, she heard Xu Jiao mutter to herself: "Could it be... Xianzun?"

Her tone was unbelievable.

It’s a pity that Xia Jingzhe couldn’t appreciate it anymore. She could perceive that even in the depths of the Demon Realm Abyss, she was still locked by the immortal power from the sky. The coercive horror made her scalp numb, but she was stared at by the Demon Realm barrier. She felt horribly cold when she lived.

She didn't answer Xu Jiao's guess whether it was right or wrong, her figure turned into a black mist, and it disappeared instantly, disappearing without a trace from the room.

Xu Jiao was left alone, in that **** formation.

Xu Jiao looked at the direction outside the hall in confusion. Through this formation, everything was covered with a layer of gray, which was not very real, but the first time she gave birth to such a strong anxiety, she couldn't wait to do something.

"System, do you guess how far she has practiced the magic dragon technique?" Xu Jiao asked actively.

System: "I can't guess."

Xu Jiao knew this answer long ago. After all, the system sent her into the world. Except for monitoring the data related to Xia Jingzhe, everything else was asking three questions, just like a low-level artificial intelligence.

But she still couldn't help asking: "Can she win against Xianzun now?"

The system is still that sentence, I don't know.

Xu Jiao sat there calmly, silent for a long time, and there was one last question left. She didn't want to listen to the mechanical system of the system and didn't know, so she didn't say it in her heart.

She looked outside. After a long time, Zhu's lips lightly opened, her tone was still as indifferent as before, and it seemed to be mixed with something different, but it was a pity that no one was here, and no one had a chance to distinguish.

She asked in a low voice, as if asking herself:

"Will Xia Jingzhe die?"