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

In the end, Shen Wanqing couldn't control Xie Wuyan.

He stood up hard, his whole body was strangely hot, and he might break through the meridians at any time and burst into death.

However, he laughed lowly, just like when Shen Wanqing saw him in the Fengmoku, his eyes were red, and besides the frantic smile on his face, he could only see the killing intent that had become numb.

Xie Wuyan tore open the surrounding vines, as if he could not feel the pain, he didn't care that his body had been cut by the sharp bones.

It took most of Shen Wanqing's effort to suppress Xie Wuyan. She knelt and sat among the vines, looking up at his back.

"The only thing that supports him to survive is the desire to fight that is carved into his bones. As long as he lives, he will continue to kill people until his wounds can't heal, his body rots completely, and he dies after exhaustion."

"Why did he refuse to leave? He has to live in this world and become an inhuman and ghost."

"Maybe I should come to ask you—"

Xia Qing's voice gradually approached. She was like a charm, she did not know when she appeared behind Shen Wanqing, breathing like a snake, licking her neck: "Why don't you want him to leave?"

Shen Wanqing looked at Xie Wuyan not far away.

She didn't realize how painful Xie Wuyan was now.

His body temperature is no longer cold, and his strong desire for life forces every part of his body into weapons, and even the blood flowing under his skin becomes hot.

It's like an unconscious weapon that transforms into an adult form.

"Admit it, there is nothing wrong with being selfish at all."

The vine grows silently, bounding Shen Wanqing's waist inch by inch, as if to wrap her whole body into an airtight silkworm chrysalis.

Xia Qing: "You can stay here with me. With him, Chitongguan will become a dead city, and no one will bother you in the world."

The sound of the surrounding wind gradually weakened, and the vine pulled her body, a little bit closer in Xia Qing's direction.

Vaguely, it seemed that the rumors and Ji Feichen's voice could be heard from far to near, but because of the blocking of the vines, all the voices became unreal.

"Come here." Xia Qing's voice was very low, and it sounded in Shen Wanqing's ears very clearly, "We are the same people, and no one knows you better than I."

Is that so.

The flames converged into the form of a sword in an instant, emerging from Shen Wanqing's hands. Almost in the blink of an eye, she turned over, and then the two of them were extremely close to each other, and quickly pierced the sword into Xia Qing's body accurately. middle.

She raised her head to look at Xia Qing's face, and sighed helplessly: "I've said it all, no one knows charming tricks better than me."

Xia Qing is indeed very clever. She has been using Shen Wanqing's weakness to stimulate her to relax her nerves and find a breakthrough.

"Moreover." Shen Wanqing added, "I'm different from you, it doesn't count if you say it."

With that, she took advantage of the time Xia Qing had taken the blow and couldn't move, and quickly reached into the chest of the monk who was bound by the vines.

Xia Qing's pupils tightened in an instant, and she let out a heartbreaking scream. Then forcibly broke free of the sword in an instant, reaching out to the direction of the monk.

But Shen Wanqing had already grasped Xia Qing's heart inside that monk.

Piping hot.

Beating in the body.

"Grandmaster."

"Grandmaster."

"Tell me about the Buddhist scriptures, Master."

Xia Qing sat on the stone steps in front of the temple, with her cheek in her hand, and looked at the monk sweeping the floor with a smile. The hem of her white skirt dragged on the floor, stained with a little ash.

It was not a beautiful encounter.

When Xia Qing was young, his parents provokeed people in the rivers and lakes, and the whole family was killed and clean. Seeing that she was beautiful, the owner of the Moon Studio took people out of the dead.

She has been killing people since she was a child, and she has practiced a charm technique. As long as the price is beautiful, anyone can kill, anyone dare to kill.

The host raised her up and gave her good clothes and food, which was very kind to her.

But when people treat you well, they all want to get something from you.

Xia Qing always knew.

Push her out when she has work, and play with her like a pet when she is not alive. Xia Qing has everything, but nothing.

Over time, many things become less concerned.

There are too many people to kill, and I have to secretly hurt myself every night, which is too hypocritical.

She was a wicked person from start to finish, chosen by herself, and no one forced her.

There are many things Xia Qing can expect.

For example, if the Moon Studio provokes the enemy, the host pushes her out to block the knife. Without the person who protects her, even if Xia Qing is a good knife, it will eventually break.

She was broken by playing, but finally found a chance to escape.

Then he was rescued.

The monk is not an eminent monk, he is very young, and his name is Qingyuan.

The temple is very small, and the surrounding villages are very poor and don’t have much money for incense. But every time someone who fled famine came here to beg for food, Qingyuan would always give out most of the food.

People who only care about their lives don't know how to be grateful.

Over time, the poor would lie down in front of the temple every three to five. They were good at working and were reluctant to find work.

Xia Qing would always hold his chin and watch Master Qingyuan go out with the rice in his pocket, knowing the thoughts of those people, but still gently separating out half of the rice.

She thought to herself: idiot.

But after thinking about it, he wouldn't save himself if he wasn't an idiot.

She smelled of blood, even if she lay on the avenue, no one would dare to care about this nosy.

But the temple is really too poor.

With her burden, she has to take care of the poor people nearby. The porridge in the monk's bowl is getting thinner and thinner, but she still drains the water first and fishes out more than half of the rice to give her.

Xia Qing didn't like being kind to others in vain.

But she can do nothing but kill.

But she is very beautiful, many shops are willing to pay a high price to ask her to work, just stand there to attract customers.

Xia Qing is not a person who cares about face, and occasionally encounters some **** people who take the opportunity to rub oil, and will laugh back with a smile. After two visits, the business in the store is much better.

Until one day a big man came and got an inch.

Xia Qing offended a person, and his injuries were not complete, but he was stopped by the guards under that person and humiliated.

It happened to rain heavily that day.

The store dare not keep her again.

She watched the rain quietly for a while, and suddenly saw Qingyuan.

He stood not far away holding an umbrella, saying that he was worried that the donor would not be able to go back on rainy days.

Xia Qing suddenly discovered that there would always be people who would be nice to others for no reason.

Just talk about who she likes.

She just did what she wanted.

She was not a kind and respectful person, Qingyuan asked her to look back, but she didn't look back.

But many things are fruitless.

No matter how hot the fire is, Qingyuan always stands quietly on the other side of the fire, quietly calling her: "Donor, don't know why you are wrong."

Before long, there was a famine in the village, and most of the people died.

Qingyuan wants to save people.

He held the stick, took out all the food in the temple, and knocked on the door from door to door.

But those are just moths to the fire.

The food in the temple is empty.

The people in the village have no choice but to eat.

Qingyuan went again.

When he came back, he was covered in blood. Xia Qing uncovered his robes. Rao Shi, who had seen countless blood, couldn't help feeling shocked.

He cut off his own flesh and blood in order to save those children.

Xia Qing scolded him for an idiot.

He said how can we not spend the common people.

Yes.

Qingyuan flies to the common people, she has never been alone.

Xia Qing started a murderous job again. She didn't go back to the temple again, but every once in a while, she would put a bag of silver in front of the temple.

Until one night, she put down her burden and prepared to leave, but the temple gate was opened.

Xia Qing put down the hat and turned around to leave.

Qingyuan yelled to her, saying that the outside world was very windy and the road ahead was difficult. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?

A cup of hot tea.

Qingyuan persuaded her to turn around.

Xia Qing asked him why he should persuade him to turn around.

Unexpected silence.

Xia Qing stood up with a smile, Qingyuan said nothing, and looked up at the Buddha statue in the temple.

She leaned over to kiss the Buddha statue and turned to look towards Qingyuan.

"Buddha dares to look at me, why don't you dare?"

Without the Moon Studio, Xia Qing was soon found by the Buddhist family again.

She didn't remember how many people she killed that day, only that she fell into a pool of cold blood and suddenly saw a figure.

Yellow robe, Zen stick.

He left behind her back, but was overtaken by his enemy.

He let her go and said to her, "Don't look back."

When Xia Qing returned, the monk was hung on the cross and exposed to the sun, his body was covered with blood, and his robes were dyed red.

She reached out her hand and cupped his face.

The monk opened his eyes, leaving only one last breath, fixedly looking at her eyes.

He asked her why she looked back.

Xia Qing: "I want to look back."

There was a huge fire all around, and the enemy clamored, this time she must be burned to ashes.

But Xia Qing did not die, she became a spiritual charm.

It was a cruel slaughter.

Xia Qing knelt down in front of the monk covered in blood, took out his heart, stuffed it into the monk's chest, stretched out a hand and touched his cheek to wake him up.

The monk opened his eyes.

But his eyes were empty.

Xia Qing turned a blind eye to this and stretched out his hand to embrace him.

"Donor, don't know why you are wrong."

"If I have to go my own way."

One step too late.

Shen Wanqing pulled out the heart of Qingyuan's chest while Xia Qing rushed over.

"Do not-"

Xia Qing's power suddenly broke through the bottleneck in an instant, rushing towards Shen Wanqing with a strong impact, reaching out to hide her heart.

"Give him back to me, give it back to me."

"Sorry." Shen Wanqing said.

In the next second, she crushed her heart.

Xia Qing's pupils shrank instantly, her face was full of intense anger and despair, and she roared, as if to die with Shen Wanqing.

"Xia Qing." Shen Wanqing called to her, "turning back."

Xia Qing was stunned and turned his head stiffly.

The monk's corpse was decayed rapidly, but his eyes had been opened for some time, and there was some divine light in his eyes, looking at Xia Qing's direction.

The mania on Xia Qing calmed down a little bit. She turned around, took a step forward, walked to the monk's side, and sat down on her knees.

The monk's mouth opened and closed, but his voice was inaudible.

She lay down, close to his ear.

Qingyuan said, "Girl Xia Qing, I dare not look at the Buddha."

This was the first time he called her name.

Not the donor.

He no longer called himself a "poor monk."

"Buddha dares to look at me, why don't you dare?"

"I dare not look at the Buddha."

This is what he wants to say to her, selfishness.

"So I have to destroy your heart." Shen Wanqing said, "This is his last bit of Cannian, which you don't even know. It's the last word he wanted to say to you."

"With this bit of Cannian, he may still have a chance to reincarnate. If you refuse to let him go, he will die completely."

"I don't want to reincarnate." Xia Qing straightened up trembling, tears falling drop by drop. She stretched out her hand, hugged Qingyuan's festered body and pressed his forehead, "I don't want the next life."

Xia Qing's body quickly corroded, and she treated her soul as a cause, entwining the last bit of remnant thought in Qingyuan's body, and wrapped it up little by little.

…Does she want to consume her soul and leave Qingyuan’s Cannian behind, and the two of them will become evil ghosts who can't be supernatural?

Finally, Qingyuan's body was completely corrupted, and he couldn't even condense into a concrete form.

Xia Qing raised his head and closed his eyes.

"Next life?"

"I don't want to live another life."

Shen Wanqing looked at her.

Xia Qing's eyelashes trembled, and finally, she let out a desperate roar and crawled to the ground.

Her whole body was scattered with light, gathered little by little, and paved a road straight to the sky, sending Qingyuan's Can Nian away.

In the end, she did not leave Qingyuan's Can Nian.

Instead, he uses his soul as a protection to ensure that he can reincarnate safely.

Only in this way, Xia Qing's soul will completely dissipate.

Shen Wanqing turned around without saying a word.

"Shen Wanqing." Xia Qing suddenly called her.

Shen Wanqing turned his head sideways.

Xia Qing stood up, but his body also began to dissipate a little bit: "When Xie Wuyan's mind disappears, if he has not resurrected, he will be the same as Qingyuan, and he will never be reincarnated."

Shen Wanqing: "I see."

Xia Qing suddenly laughed. She had tears in her eyes, as if she was mocking, but she was also desperate for herself: "Look, I said, you have to be like me."

"You have to come to this point too."

After the light and shadow, Xia Qing's body disappeared into the night.

Shen Wanqing raised his head and looked not far away.

Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing, who had just arrived, had already turned around and chose to control the riot Xie Wuyan when they saw Shen Wanqing attacking Xia Qing.

Xie Wuyan is still out of control.

Even if the two are reasonable, they can barely restrain him.

Shen Wanqing rubbed his nose and stepped forward: "Let me come."

"You..." The rumors stopped, and looked at her worriedly, but they still let go.

Shen Wanqing reached out and put his hand on Xie Wuyan's shoulder, but he threw it away.

Like a trapped fierce beast, he hit the barrier set by Ji Feichen, blood dripping down the wound.

The emotions that I had endured from the beginning were finally uncontrollable.

Shen Wanqing bit her lower lip and slowly squatted down, supporting her forehead with her hand, and finally shedding tears uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Someone squatted in front of him.

The man stretched out his hand, held Shen Wanqing's cheek, and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eye with some warm thumbs, his movements were strange and stiff.

Shen Wanqing was slightly startled, and raised his head in astonishment.

Xie Wuyan looked at her, his eyes still looked hollow, but a little starlight seemed to be faintly visible. He frowned and the corners of his lips moved, as if to say something.

Shen Wanqing approached subconsciously, and after hearing the words he said, he choked up in an instant and hugged Xie Wuyan tightly.

"Shen Wanqing."

It wasn't just the promise that kept him alive.

He still remembers her name.