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

pain.

It hurts hundreds of times more than I expected.

What was burning was not just the blood flowing outside, but more like a force pouring out from the wound he had cut. Regarding the flesh and blood underneath as the soil where the roots are, it grows frantically, almost tearing the entire palm.

"Escape!" Fengqing was the first to react, but she couldn't get close to half a step.

The firelight circled Shen Wanqing into a circle, entwining her tightly.

"Oops." Ji Feichen also found that something was wrong, ignoring the painter in front of him, drew his sword against a yellow talisman, tried to suppress the Lingyun spreading beside Shen Wanqing, and shouted, "Her power is out of control."

In the flames, Shen Wanqing felt that his spiritual sense gradually withdrew from the body, and reached a place of emptiness and softness.

Suddenly, a white light flashed before my eyes, and countless images overlapped and flashed before my eyes.

Screaming at the woman who was pushed into the fire beyond recognition.

The **** and hideous faces after being stripped of their skins.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding vibrated violently.

Those pictures were stripped away a little bit.

Shen Wanqing turned his head and saw the Painted Skin Ghost standing not far away very clearly.

She stared at herself with resentful eyes, blood dripped from her eyes, and then turned into ashes like a plume of blue smoke.

This is……

Shen Wanqing seemed to understand that if he touched someone with this power, after the spiritual power fluctuates to a certain extent, he might be able to see that person's spiritual sense and memory.

At this moment, Shen Wanqing seemed to feel the ground shake.

The blazing flame instantly enveloped her body, as if she was about to swallow her spiritual consciousness abruptly.

"boom"

Suddenly, a spirit accumulation rushed in.

Soaking her whole body like a hot spring, the comfortable temperature and soothing soul-like warmth made her withdraw from the pain in an instant.

At the same time, the surrounding pictures changed.

Was shrouded in a thick blood and gloomy light and shadow.

Shen Wanqing turned his head and found a woman dressed as a monk standing in front of him.

The woman is holding a boy.

The boy looked seven or eight years old, with black hair and red eyes, ragged clothes, anklets on his feet, and blood stains on his ankles.

Even with this embarrassing appearance, the boy's expression is still calm.

It is a kind of numbness that doesn't care about life or death, and has no soul-like numbness.

The woman led the boy forward and went straight through Shen Wanqing's body.

……and many more.

Whose memory is this?

The picture in front of me flickered violently.

Many fragmentary fragments quickly poured in, overlapped, and became chaotic.

However, Shen Wanqing can still vaguely recognize a little plot.

The boy with chains and scars on his body was pinched by his jaw and forced to pour a bowl of blood, pinching his face to force him to swallow it.

Numerous chains and charms bound the boy's whole body, tending to fight him desperately against those fierce underworld demons, until there was no good meat on his body, but he still had to stand hard.

The last is the sword furnace surrounded by fire, fiercely burning.

Dressed in white robes, the monks who seemed to be upright, all watched from the sidelines with serious faces.

The woman led the boy forward, and finally stopped in front of the sword furnace.

"Jump down," the woman said.

The boy did not move.

The woman suddenly grabbed his hair like crazy, and pulled him toward the sword furnace: "Jump down!"

Shen Wanqing stretched out his hand, trying to grab the boy's arm.

But it is obvious that this is in vain.

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the flames ignited again in an instant.

The boy was pushed down like this.

There is no superfluous expression, no sadness or joy, no fear or anger.

Shen Wanqing's pupils shrink slightly.

She is too familiar with such eyes.

At that moment, she suddenly understood who this belonged to.

Xie Wuyan.

Only Xie Wuyan would show such an expression in front of death.

But why can she see his spiritual sense?

An inch of darkness was shrouded in front of him.

Before he could think about it, Shen Wanqing felt that his spiritual sense was pulled back into Dao's body.

What followed was a deep fatigue, completely engulfing consciousness.

"Escape!"

Ji Feichen strode forward, clasping Shen Wanqing's shoulders, and then slowly squatting down, letting her lean in his arms.

Seeing Shen Wanqing who was unconscious, he frowned, but he still didn't forget to raise his head and thank Xie Wuyan, "Thank you, son." Then he stopped talking, "Your hand..."

Xie Wuyan glanced at his burned right hand, raised his eyebrows, and said quietly, "It's okay."

Just now, Shen Wanqing didn't know why his spiritual power was out of control. Even if Ji Feichen exerted all his strength, he could barely suppress less than one-third.

That group of spirit flames burned vigorously, and if this continues, I am afraid that her body will be burnt completely.

When there was no other way, Xie Wuyan collected the sword and approached the fire.

Then stretched out his hand, went straight through the entanglement of the spirit fire, held Shen Wanqing's wrist, clasped her flesh and blood palm, and passed his own spirit into the past.

In this way, the force that almost burst her body was suppressed.

Xie Wuyan didn't care about these injuries.

I have experienced more pain than this before. His physique is special, and his flesh and blood will recover more quickly than others after being destroyed.

The only thing he cares about is--

Xie Wuyan turned his head, looked at Ji Feichen's shoulder, closed his eyes, his expression was painful.

Blood oozes from the corner of her mouth, and a beautiful little face is pale at the moment.

The art of burning blood.

This kind of secret technique is rarely known, and for so long, very few people have been able to possess this ability.

Others don't know, but Xie Wuyan knows best.

The burn seemed to be blood.

In fact, it is the soul of a monk.

This is a very terrifying force. The more severe the injury and the more dying, the more this force can be used to the extreme.

Shen Wanqing obviously knew nothing about these.

Otherwise, he wouldn't use such a secret technique rashly when he couldn't control it proficiently.

But she did this to hide her identity.

Why?

[Female Matching System:

The system prompts to trigger the hidden task [Xie Wuyan's Past].

The host is requested to complete the task progress as soon as possible to fill in the gaps in the original novel. ]

When Shen Wanqing, who had just woke up from a coma, heard such a sound from his head, he was so angry that he wanted to jump up and grab the system's neck and die with it.

This is the typical contemporary unscrupulous boss.

Your employees are all lying in bed taking oxygen, and they have not forgotten to urge her to complete the KPI.

Shen Wanqing took a breath, gritted his teeth, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

She thought of getting up, but found that her body was even more filled with lead and she was too heavy to move.

"Be careful." Ji Feichen, who closed his eyes and was awakened by the sound, immediately reached out to support Shen Wanqing, poured her a glass of water, and fed her a drink. Leave for a few days before leaving."

Shen Wanqing drank a few sips of water and then lay down again.

She thought for a while and asked: "What's wrong with me?"

"I have to ask you," Ji Feichen asked in a gentle voice, "When did you learn such a secret technique?"

"I don't know much." Shen Wanqing said, "I was attacked by the painter when I accidentally discovered that I still have this ability."

Ji Feichen pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and covered her with the quilt without saying a word: "No matter, you just need to take a good rest. Don't mention this matter with anyone, I will figure out the reason for you."

Speaking of this, he raised his eyebrows and reminded: "But you have to promise me that if it is not necessary in the future, you must never use such power again."

Shen Wanqing obediently nodded.

If you are undecided, let's say yes first.

During the few days when Shen Wanqing was in a coma, Ji Feichen had reached a consensus with Fengqing.

Although I don't know why Shen Wanqing used such a secret technique, it is obvious that this may be somewhat related to her life experience. However, once such news is discovered by others or the elders in the family's sect, she will definitely not be let off easily.

Ji Feichen was unwilling to let his sister become a weapon in these sect families, in order to maintain their strength.

What's more, he didn't know at all, if he continued to use such power, it would cause her body to be worn down.

Feng Ruoqing agrees with Ji Feichen's point of view on this point, and specifically instructs Zeng Ziyun to keep this matter tight-lipped.

"Okay," Ji Feichen stood up, "You take a good rest first, I'll let the cook make you some porridge."

"Hey, wait—"

Seeing that someone was about to leave, Shen Wanqing stood up and hurriedly called to him.

Upon seeing this, Ji Feichen sat back helplessly: "What's the matter?"

"Well... I have not been able to sleep well these days because of the painting of ghosts, so I want to hear what you said about the sealed Demon Venerable." Shen Wanqing organized the language and prepared to start from him to understand the situation. , "I see those elders are shocked, is Demon Venerable really so terrible? What if...Is it still possible to get along well?"

Ji Feichen gave her a weird look, then shook his head: "No, it's impossible."

"why?"

"In fact, the devil is not a simple demon cultivator, but a child born by a monk and demon cultivator in the Tiandao Palace." Ji Feichen said, "Originally, the Tiandao Palace did cultivate him with other monks. I hope he can get rid of his blood. The magical nature of the world. But I didn't think about it, but it was a problem for raising tigers. Although he was still a child, his violence was difficult to control, and he almost slaughtered a whole branch of Tiandao Palace with one person."

Shen Wanqing lowered his eyes: "Really?"

"Even if you are in love, I know that your mind is pure." Ji Feichen stretched out his hand and patted her on the head. "But neither the Human Realm nor the Demon Realm can tolerate such a person. If he is not sealed again, it will definitely lead to Life is burnt."

After Ji Feichen left, Shen Wanqing leaned on the edge of the bed and carefully recalled what he saw, the memory related to Xie Wuyan.

Tiandao Palace.

It turned out that those monks who were wearing garlands, watching him being pushed off the stove, driving him to endless **** battles, were disciples of the Heavenly Dao Palace.

In the rumors, there will always be only what the communicator wants you to know.

However, the memory after exposure to spiritual consciousness is impossible to deceive.

For Xie Wuyan, that was not a kind training.

But as a weapon full of lethality, murder in disguise.

Use the cruelest way to force him to grow quickly.

Control him to slaughter the underworld demon with similar blood.

Finally, let him sacrifice the sword.

From the very beginning, Xie Wuyan was destined to be killed.

The reason at that time was not whether he wanted to be a great demon king who caused charcoal, but whether he had the ability to become such a person.