Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

The monster's blue-faced fangs were surrounded by black energy, and there were a pair of black wings behind it. It was huge, and its sharp corners almost broke the roof.

But before it could fully reveal this form, Wen Xuan had already cut a flying sword on it.

The monster was sore and roared, and the giant palm shot towards Wenxuan.

Wen Xuan did not hide or avoid, taking offense as defense, the flying sword danced into a whirlwind, annihilated the giant palm, and re-distributed it into strands of devilish energy.

"Who--" The monster was shocked, couldn't help taking a step back, and asked aloud.

When Wenxuan destroyed the wood carving before, it clearly felt that it was just a little short of Ningyuan's cultivation base, and it was only then that he entrusted him to come forward. As a result, Wenxuan struck again with two tricks, and his cultivation base actually climbed a bit higher with every trick.

Wen Xuan only sneered when he asked, and didn't bother to answer half a word. The flying sword in his hand continued to attack, pressing harder every step.

After all, the strength of the monster was lost to only 70% due to this teleportation, and suddenly it was a little overwhelming.

"Which sect is—" It had to evade hastily, and guessed for itself. After guessing halfway through, it suddenly saw the simplicity behind Wen Xuan, and immediately recognized it, and a huge wave of shock was set off in its heart.

The devilish energy that Zhao Feiyu had put on Jian Jian to cover up had long since disappeared, and it was clear that there was no doubt that there was no doubt that there was a decent monk in the profound school. At the same time that the monster was shocked, Wen Xuan had already smashed it with another sword, and it was already completely the power of the Ning Yuan stage, easily destroying the black wings behind it.

In such a situation, the monster immediately thought that he was hit. It lost its intent to fight, and quickly wrapped itself with the remaining half of the black wings, and was about to break the door and flee.

The wood carving in this room has been destroyed, and the magic in the wood carving has also dispersed. But there are as many wood carvings in Jiufeng City, as long as it finds one, it will be easy to escape from birth. As for the current loss, it will not be too late after the strength is restored.

Simply see its plan, how can it succeed?

As soon as the monster rushed towards the exit, he simply put the baby in his arms on the ground, and decisively sent Feijian to stop it.

The monster just hit the simple flying sword, blocking its body.

Jian Jian was shocked by the strength of this Ning Yuan period, his eyes rushed into Venus, his spiritual energy surged, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spilled out.

And Wenxuan's sword has been chased. The magic sword embryo wrapped his whole body with the spiritual energy that had been forcibly lifted to the apex, and brought a wave of thunder to the monster.

The monster let out a final roar, extremely tragic, and shook people's ears numb.

"Is it done?" Jian Jian asked anxiously with blood in his mouth.

Just under this question, the monsters shattered layer by layer from beginning to end, and the fragments turned into black magic energy, and finally dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

The wooden sculpture that had been split into two also made a sound at the same moment, turning into powder.

Just like the wood carving in this house, every household in Jiufeng City made such a sudden loud noise. Many people were awakened from their sleep, and when they opened their eyes, they saw that the wood sculpture of the **** of blessing and misfortune placed in the home had become a pile of debris, and they were immediately panicked.

"It's done." Jian Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead. It was the first time he saw Wen Xuan in such a mess, and he was scared for half his life.

Fortunately, it ended up, just fine.

Simply stabilize the aura still surging in the body, and ease his injury.

"Brother! Why are you like this..." Then he turned his head and was about to complain. What he saw before him almost frightened his soul.

Wen Xuan had already lost the strength to stand. He leaned his back against the wall, and there was no blood in the exposed skin, only the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, making his lips red. It was very dazzling with a pale face.

What's even more frightening is that his whole body's aura dropped from the height he was forced to, and it dropped lower than he should have originally. Go to refining qi.

"Brother!" Jian rushed to Wen Xuan's side quickly.

Wen Xuan glanced at him and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But the lips were opened, and the blood in the throat seemed to have opened a water valve, flowing out more.

Jian hurriedly grasped Wen Xuan's wrist tightly, poked his aura in, and straightened out the chaos and riot in Wen Xuan's body. Gradually, his forehead and nose were covered with sweat and his face was covered with sweat.

Wen Xuan's gaze fell on his face, without saying a word, just watching it quietly.

After a long time, the chaotic spirit within Wen Xuan's body calmed down a bit. Jian Jian didn't know how much his efforts had played a role, after all, the effects of the secret technique would have gradually improved over time.

In short, seeing Wenxuan's improvement, Simple Heart felt a lot more settled, as if a boulder fell to the ground.

He released Wen Xuan's wrist, only to realize that his hands were shaking.

"Brother!" He complained again, "How can you be so messy!"

Wen Xuan couldn't help laughing, "You sometimes complain about other people's troubles."

Ji Jian was immediately blocked and there was nothing to say. Yes, he himself used to be too messy in the past, and now he has also experienced the original feeling of Wenxuan.

But Wen Xuan smiled so softly, but the smile disappeared immediately. He pursed his lips, took his gaze away from the simple face, and said lightly, "Junior Brother Jian, if you weren't there today, then the monster would have escaped. Thank you."

This thank you is weird, after all, it is easy to have enemies with that monster. Although Wen Xuan is in chaos now, in the final analysis, he helped Jianyi get revenge, and there is definitely no reason why he should be thankful for Jianzhi.

Unless, in Wen Xuan's heart, the reason why he took action to get rid of the monster was only for the original owner, and had nothing to do with the simplicity in front of him.

Simply aware of this, his face suddenly became ugly. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain it.

Wen Xuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stood up forcibly. As soon as his body left the wall, he staggered forward abruptly, obviously not standing still at all.

Simple and quickly supported Wenxuan's shoulders.

Wen Xuan pushed him away.

Jian Jian took a step back before standing still, looking at his Fukong's hands, at a loss.

"Junior Brother Jian." Wen Xuan supported him with a flying sword. "Junior Brother Jian... tell me honestly, should I still call you Junior Brother Jian?"

Jian Jian raised his head, met his gaze, panicked, "Brother, what do you mean?"

"I should ask you." Wen Xuan reluctantly took a step forward, standing in front of Jian, "Who are you? Why are you..."

He didn't say all of his questions, and interrupted him because the baby cried.

The child was simply placed on the ground before. Maybe he felt that the ground was too cold and began to cry.

Wen Xuan turned his toes and wanted to walk over.

Jian Jian rushed ahead of him, picked up the child from the ground, and hugged him again.

However... Before, Wen Xuan just gave the child to him indiscriminately. Only then did he see clearly how he held the child, and suddenly felt terrible. I saw that the child was completely crooked in the simple arms, still head down, almost slipping out of the baby, and couldn't help crying even harder. Jian Jian was still at a loss, not sure how to appease this little ancestor.

"You..." Wen Xuan couldn't help but reminded, "I didn't hug like this."

Jian Jian was only aware of it, and hurriedly turned the child upside down and changed several positions. As a result, the child just cried louder.

Wen Xuan turned his gaze and couldn't stand it.

The simple toss was sour, and my heart was anxious. I wanted to stand the child on tiptoe like I had seen it before. If he accidentally stood on tiptoe too big, the child immediately dropped his hand and fell to the ground.

Wenxuan was about to pick up the aura to pick it up, and Jian Jian caught it with the aura himself.

Afterwards, I probably found that Reiki is much easier to use than hands. I simply put the child on the Reiki and controlled the Reiki to sway gently, like a cradle, trying to put the child to sleep.

When doing these things, Ji kept biting his lips tightly.

As the child kept crying, his own eyes gradually became red, and his cheeks became even more red, as if he had suffered some great grievance. It was not until a long while later that this spiritual energy cradle actually worked, and the child's cry was much lower. The suffocation of Jian's cheeks faded, but the corners of his eyes still have a little redness.

Oh, he is still wronged.

Part of this grievance was due to the indignation of not doing this well, and more of it was due to Wen Xuan's previous resistance and questioning. Wen Xuan can see it, of course it can. After all, they have been getting along almost day and night since they met, and Wen Xuan can see what each expression represents.

Wen Xuan silently walked to Jian's side, stretched out a hand, lingered over Jian's shoulder, then hesitantly clenched his fist, and retracted his side.

The heavy rain outside the house was still falling, and occasionally rumbling thunder came.

The child finally fell asleep, and could not help but wipe the sweat from his forehead. He found a soft cushion and was about to put the child on it, but suddenly his ears were pricked up and he noticed that many people were surrounding him.

It was the people from Jiufeng City who noticed that the woodcarving of the blessing and misfortune immortal monarch in the house suddenly shattered, and they gathered together in a panic, planning to come and ask the Qin lady.

"Brother," Jian said busy, "Let's go."

"Why are you leaving?" Wen Xuan asked back.

Simply stunned.

"Some facts should be clarified, and some people shouldn't have been carrying a bad reputation that they shouldn't have." After Wen Xuan finished speaking, he stuck his sword and walked straight to the gate, waiting for the coming crowd.

There was no other way, so I had to pick up the child again and follow Wenxuan.

It took a long time for this hug to hold it. When it was time to get out, the people in Jiufeng City had already gathered and surrounded Wen Xuan in the middle, one and two of them were surprised.

"Xianlong?"

"Why is this immortal chief here?"

"Where is Lady Qin?"

"Wait, do you think there is a **** smell?"

Wen Xuan's calm gaze swept across everyone's faces, "Ms. Qin and his wife joined the magic repair, killing her brother's family, and spreading the strange disease throughout the entire Jiufeng City. Before you came, these two people had already been killed. "

"what?"

This fact was too shocking, everyone looked startled. Before they could react, they simply got out of the house and stood behind Wen Xuan.

As soon as he showed his face, many people recognized it, and the sentiment was immediately excited.

After all, the concept of simply causing disaster is deeply ingrained in this group of people's minds, and Wen Xuan's unprovoked statement is not enough to convince them that it is actually Lady Qin doing things.

Wen Xuan did not talk nonsense with them, and directly took out a memo from his arms. This note is similar to the shadow note, except that it does not leave images but sounds.

As soon as the notes were displayed, the sin that Lady Qin had confessed before was clearly transmitted to the ears of many people in front of her.

When Wenxuan himself hid behind the door and watched, he recorded the conversation in the room. From the beginning of Lady Qin's motives about why she wanted to kill her brother, to what she simply did to her nephew, what kind of situation she set up, and then to the questions that Wen Xuan came forward to ask. Everything is clear and clear.

"Blessings and misfortunes are a monster, do you know that?"

"Yes... I do know."

Just after these two conversations, the mana of the memo dissipated and disappeared into the air.

Although everyone had listened clearly, they didn't react for a while, and it was obviously difficult to digest.

After a while, some people reacted and started a noisy argument.

"Really? All of them are piano ladies..."

"Let me just say it! Calamity's talk is nonsense, but since so many people believe it, it's ridiculous!"

"No, this must not be true. How could a good person like Lady Qin do such a thing?"

"Yes, it's just a piece of sound, who can guarantee that it is not fake? Even if it is true, it might be the persecution of Lady Qin!"

"Come on, that woman is not a good person at first sight. Fortunately, you have believed it for so long. There are some high-sounding reasons, in fact, it is nothing more than just looking at the woman as beautiful."

"Then what's the matter with this catastrophe, isn't he dead?"

Wen Xuan listened to these low-pitched arguments, but ignored them, and walked out with simplicity. After all, they are two foundation-building monks, no matter what everyone thinks, no one dares to stop them.

The heavy rain is still falling, and a simple spell is used to cover the baby in his arms and follow behind firmly.

Wen Xuan didn't care about the rain at all, so it was soaked, just like walking in a leisurely courtyard, and walked long distances until he left everyone behind. Then he transferred to an inn, paid Lingshi, and ordered two rooms.

He pushed open the door of one of the rooms, walked inside, and turned around, "Just put this kid here."

Nodded briefly, followed behind and walked in, took out the cushion and laid it on the table, and put the child away.

After doing this, he raised his head and gave Wen Xuan a pitiful look. But Wen Xuan looked plain and didn't speak, just greeted his sight. Jian couldn't help but closed his sight again, pushed the door open, and planned to walk to the other room next door.

But at this moment, Wen Xuan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The simple atrium jumped and turned around. His heart thumped more fiercely at the sight of Shang Xuan, and he didn't know whether it was nervousness or expectation.

In contrast, Wen Xuan's emotions were so deep that he couldn't figure it out easily. But at this time, the strength of his simple wrist is very heavy.

The rain ticked down his wet clothes and hair.

"Junior Brother Jian," Wen Xuan said, "When are you going to answer my question?"

"Do you have to answer?" Jian Jian took a deep breath, "No matter who I am, isn't it me who you have always known?"

"Right." Wen Xuan nodded, "I thought about it just now."

"Then..."

"But," Wenxuan said, "I still don't know who you are."

"Why do you have to know? Is this question important?" Jian Jian's face was white and his teeth were shaking. "Brother, no matter who I am, I will definitely be on your side and I will definitely help you. Yes, I will always help you. Yes, no matter what, our relationship will not change. Brother, I treat you..."

Jian Jian was almost about to say a confession, but at this moment, Wen Xuan let go of his hand.

The unspoken words just got stuck in the simple throat like this, blocked in panic.

"Why?" Wen Xuan said, "You don't even want to tell me who you are, why should I believe these words?"

"Brother," Jianyi said with a chill, "Are you doubting me again?"

Hearing this, Wen Xuan's expression changed subtly, with a subtle smile, "What do you think?"

Jian Jian took a step back, and his face turned gray.

He squeezed his trembling fist hard, "Brother, don't do this. I said, I said everything. Actually I..."

"Even if you are willing to say your identity now," Wen Xuan interrupted him, "You have lied to me for so long, and now you are so stubbornly reluctant. How can I know that what you are saying is true? of?"

Jian Jian raised his head in amazement, looking at the line of Shang Xuan. At this moment, the simple heart is completely cold, and only then can I really know what is called Rushangbing Cave.

Lightning came out of the window again, and the electric light printed Wen Xuan's shadow on Jian Jian. Then Wenxuan asked those four words again, "What do you think?"

Can't answer simply.

Wen Xuan did not wait for him to answer either.

While following the thunder of the lightning, Wen Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed Jian Jian's shoulder, and suddenly and extremely hard, he took Jian Jian in his arms.

"Junior Brother Jian, you tell me, you tell me." He seemed to be asking Jian, and he seemed to be talking to himself, "Should I believe you?"

The clothes dampened by the rain suddenly stuck to her body, and she was shocked by the ice. But the coldness quickly faded, and Wen Xuan's body temperature came through through his wet clothes, warm and warm. At the same time, there was a slight trembling in Wen Xuan's body.

Wen Xuan is a suspicious person, always always.

But while being suspicious, Wenxuan is a person who believes no matter how many doubts he sees as long as he feels he should believe it. At least he was-before he was betrayed once by someone he trusted.

So should he continue to believe it? Even if you may be hurt again, insist on believing what you want to believe.