The Villainess Won’t Let the Main Leads Break Up!

"Master Xie is hurt," Feng Ruo said softly, "Don't be exposed to the cold wind outside, let's get in the house soon."

Xie Wuyan didn't answer immediately, just lowered his eyes and looked at his hands, looking lonely. After a long time, he laughed at himself and clenched his hands tightly: "Ji Feichen originally asked me to help you, but he didn't expect it to become a burden now."

"It's not to blame you."

Women's hearts are soft, and when they see the rumors, they immediately bring a bit of pity in their tone.

She reached out and put her hand on Xie Wuyan's arm, seeming to discourage him from blaming himself: "Master Xie will save us at the risk of causing old injuries. It has already made the rumors and sentiment admire, so why is it burdensome to say?"

Xie Wuyan turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

The moonlight is just right, the environment is just right, and the atmosphere is just right.

Only Shen Wanqing, who was hiding behind the tree, felt that something was wrong.

Pretend, really know how to pretend.

If this continued, Shen Wanqing even suspected that Xie Wuyan would be able to successfully squeeze Ji Feichen down and promote himself to the leading actor in a few more rounds.

This is not the way to go.

Just as she was thinking about countermeasures nervously, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation from the tip of her nose, and then she couldn't help it, "Ah Qiu" sneezed.

Very loud.

This is very embarrassing.

Even if she didn't turn her head, she knew that the eyes of the two people not far away were focused on the direction of the attack.

Shen Wanqing rubbed the tip of his nose, stood up straight in embarrassment, and walked out from behind the tree.

"Evening love?" Feng Ruoqing withdrew her hand and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I..." Shen Wanqing racked his brains, raised his head and glanced at Xie Wuyan, bit his teeth, and simply broke the jar, "I have been looking for Big Brother Xie, afraid that something will happen to him."

Speaking of this, she deliberately sniffed, her eyes flushed slightly, and made a gesture of a broken-hearted girl: "Since Big Brother Xie and Sister Feng are together, I'm relieved."

Feng Yaoqing was stunned when she saw Shen Wanqing's red eyes, and then immediately remembered that she admired Xie Wuyan.

As a woman, it's best to guess what you think of each other. Soon, Feng Ruoqing was convinced that Shen Wanqing must have seen herself staying with Xie Wuyan, and was aggrieved like this after eating it.

So Feng Ruoqing quickly walked towards Shen Wanqing, smiling and stroking her shoulder: "It just so happens that you are here, Ji Feichen has worked too much today, I have to go back and take care of it. But I can't let go of Xie's injury, since you It happens to be here, then Master Xie will leave it to you.

After speaking, he turned and left, and blinked meaningfully at her when he left.

Seeing Feng Ruoqing's low back, Shen Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If you misunderstand, just misunderstand.

It is better than these two people secretly engage in ambiguity when they are not paying attention.

She patted her chest, before she had time to relax, she looked up and met Xie Wuyan's red eyes.

He leaned against the tree and looked at her with his arms around, and the words could be read clearly in his eyes:

Install, then install.

History is always surprisingly similar.

Just now, Shen Wanqing watched him pretend, but she didn't expect the role to be reversed so quickly.

"So nervous?" After a long period of silence, Xie Wuyan let out a low laugh, took a step and walked to Shen Wanqing's side, leaned down to accommodate her height, "Why, afraid that I would kill her?"

Shen Wanqing was startled.

Although she didn't expect Xie Wuyan to believe that she really didn't know anything, the two of them never exposed each other, they just pretended to be confused.

Therefore, it was the first time that Xie Wuyan was so frank with her suddenly.

I can't answer this.

Shen Wanqing wanted to avoid his sight, but was clasped by his jaw and broke back abruptly.

"If I killed her," Xie Wuyan's voice was cold, "Aren't you supposed to be happy?"

and many more?

How did this come to the conclusion?

Shen Wanqing was stunned by this question.

She thought about it, she couldn't tell Xie Wuyan truthfully, she came to prevent him from becoming a male junior, right?

It is estimated that once the words are spoken, he will not even have a little room for struggle, and he will break his neck simply and neatly.

So Shen Wanqing took a deep breath and decided to express it in a roundabout way: "No, I just think that Brother Ji might have misunderstood something when he saw it."

"Brother Ji?"

Xie Wuyan repeated, laughing a few times as if he heard a joke, and then let go of Shen Wanqing's hand.

He straightened up, his eyes were cold like a knife, and he gave her a cool look.

It's love house and Wu.

In the next second, without giving Shen Wanqing any chance to react, Xie Wuyan took a step forward and passed her.

Shen Wanqing rubbed his pinched chin, and when he turned his head, he found that the person had disappeared from sight.

Why does he feel that he hopes that the rumors will die?

She has to belch even if the rumors are dead.

Shen Wanqing stroked his thoughts, and then suddenly realized.

Eighty percent Xie Wuyan really believed Zeng Ziyun's words, and felt that she admired Ji Feichen with all his heart.

With such a smooth, the situation is a bit more complicated.

The male partner feels that his female partner likes the male lead.

The protagonist and the protagonist think that the female partner likes the male partner.

The female partner will love the female lead after knowing the male partner.

…It looks like a tongue twister in every way.

Shen Wanqing touched his chin, considering whether to explain to Xie Wuyan that he did not like Ji Feichen, and walked towards the inn.

Then before she took a few steps, she suddenly felt a chill in her back.

The dark clouds rolled, covering the moonlight.

The wind became louder and louder, and the atmosphere seemed to become depressed in an instant. The biting chill was used from all directions to wrap her whole body.

Shen Wanqing tried to step forward, but found that his body was strangely stiff. After taking a few steps, he felt that the blood all over his body was solidified and could not move.

As if instantly shrouded in a thick mist, the scene became blurred and distorted.

"It's this breath."

The gloomy female voice came almost close to her ears: "You know, how long have I been waiting for you?"

The master of the female voice stretched out her hand and gently pressed against Shen Wanqing's neck, from the chin to the neck and shoulders, and then to the back. The other hand hugged Shen Wanqing's waist, and then buckled it in a little bit.

The icy airflow swept across Shen Wanqing's body along her movements, making people feel as cold as an ice cellar.

have to say.

This posture is very ambiguous.

If you use modern words to describe it, it's kind of ambiguity that makes Jinjiang lock your text.

It should be her.

The painter who escaped from Ji Feichen.

This painter is very clever.

Let your comrades overdraw the physical strength of Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing, and then boldly shoot when they think these ghosts have been hit hard and won't easily make a comeback.

Logically speaking, this plan is indeed good.

But Shen Wanqing felt that she underestimated Ji Feichen.

With their keenness, it is estimated that something is wrong soon.

"Do you think I will be scared, with the group of broken monks by your side?" The Painted Skin Ghost seemed to be able to read Shen Wanqing's mind, she let out a nearly crazy laugh, and pressed her fingertips on her back slightly.

The piercing pain.

However, Shen Wanqing couldn't make any sound now.

She could feel this painted ghost on her back, drawing a very long bloodstain. It's as if you want to follow this scar and live abruptly to peel off your skin.

"As long as I swallow your flesh and blood." Painted Skin Ghost said, "Even if there are a thousand and ten thousand Ji Feichens, there is no way to stop me."

What's the meaning?

In the severe pain, Shen Wanqing still retains a trace of reason.

Grass.

So this painter is so obsessed with herself, isn't it just because she looks good?

The sharp fingertips of Painter Ghost almost cut away Shen Wanqing's entire back.

The demon force penetrated into her body from the wound, as if to abruptly shatter her whole person, completely peeling her from the skin.

In the intense pain, Shen Wanqing felt that his brain could no longer accept any content, only the dazzling white color was left.

"Accept your fate."

The painter's voice has become indistinct in her ears: "Even if it weren't for me, you will become a sacrifice to other monsters in the future."

I don't know which nerve of Shen Wanqing was touched by this sentence. Numerous scenes suddenly flashed across his pale head.

It was more like the desire to survive before death, which inspired many memories in this body that had never been awakened before.

Those pictures are surprisingly similar to my dream scene not long ago.

Only this time, it became clearer.

The blood-covered woman lowered her head, pressed the baby's forehead, and hugged her tightly in her arms, tears mixed with blood.

After a long time, she took a deep breath and hummed a song with a trembling voice.

Shen Wanqing had never heard this song before, but still felt very familiar.

It's like a song that makes children fall asleep.

Even if it is surrounded by a sea of ​​blood hell, countless withered vines, and a constant burning fire.

But the woman's voice was still gentle and firm.

After singing a song, the woman took a deep breath, stood up, and put the baby in her arms in the tree hole.

Then he cut off his palm and pressed it tightly against the tree trunk, tears could not stop dripping.

The blood was dripping down the tree, and under the injection of spiritual power, crimson light was interlaced and flashed.

This is the amulet.

"Child," the woman raised her eyes and looked at the sleeping baby in the tree hole. There were tears in her eyes, but her eyes were full of gentle smiles, "Don't be anyone's sacrifice. Keep your head up and live."

The memory ends here abruptly.

It seemed to be cut into countless pieces in his mind in an instant, becoming fragmented.

what is that?

Is it the original memory of this body?

Shen Wanqing didn't know anything.

But she remembered what the woman in her memory did.

She gritted her teeth and almost exhausted all her strength, forcibly forced out a few spiritual powers, manipulating to find her own blood.

The blood dripping from his back splashed and burned in an instant.

The Painter was taken aback for a moment, quickly let go of his hand, and stepped back a few meters away.

Shen Wanqing finally regained the initiative of the body, but at the moment the body was already weak to the extreme, she fell a few steps forward, fell to the ground, and struggled to stand up.

"It's useless." The Painter lifted his hand, glanced at the blood on his fingertips in amazement, and then smiled, "A dying struggle will not relieve you of pain."

As she said, her red eyes flashed, and she almost gathered all her strength to strike Shen Wanqing.

"boom"

The expected pain did not come.

Shen Wanqing turned his head and looked back.

Xie Wuyan's right hand penetrated the painter's body, and the blood dripped to the ground along his arm.