MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 38 Tooth for a tooth

When the fifteen-year-old Wen Xuechen first saw the thirteen-year-old Xu Xingzhi, he hated him very much.

It can be said that since he was born, he has never seen such a disrespectful and long-lost man who acts in the midst of Meng Lang.

Even when the illness is heavy, there are two housekeepers around the day, and there are two housekeepers who care about day and night. The medicinal is the curling jade bowl. In the cool valley, he is superbly talented and is treated by the master. Soared to be the first one.

The cool valley is still respected, the high and low esteems are clearly defined, and the disciples of the Qingliang Valley, who have not practiced for more than a decade, have met Wen Xuechen, and they all have a polite atmosphere to call a gentle brother.

Before meeting Xu Xing, Wen Xuechen never touched people from the market.

On one day, Fujunjun made him travel with Xu Xingzhi, the first gentleman of Fenglingshan Xinjun, and took a ghost repairing at the junction of Fengling Mountain and Qingliang Valley.

Wen Xuechen took two younger brothers. When he walked out of the mountain gate with the Nanmu cane, he saw two young disciples in Fenglingshan costumes waiting in front of the door, but they did not see the traces of Xu Xing.

He frowned slightly: "Where is Fengling Xuxing?"

"……Hey."

Wen Xuechen turned his head and looked at the stone monument at the gate of Qingliang Valley.

The teenager sat at the top of the stone tablet, hanging down on one leg, and the morning light on his body dropped a light pale gold.

The young boy held the lip of the jug of the mouth and provoked an inflated arc: "I am here."

Wen Xuechen's face sank, but he did not comment on his behavior.

He has always cultivated well. In the case of an incomprehensible act, if it is the same door, Wen Xuechen has to exhort himself, but Xu Xingzhi is at the same level as his peers. Since he can’t get up, he doesn’t want to marry him, so he can save himself.

However, in the meeting with the ghost repair road that was to be taken, Wen Xuechen's cultivation and demeanor were all scattered, and all the accompanying disciples were thrown away impulsively.

The ghost repairs the general strength, but the work of the legs and feet is really real. When Wen Xuechen chased him into a rolling hill, it was already retrograde, and the lips were mixed with purple and white. The heavy heart hit the ribs and made a terrible The loud noise.

Rao is so, he still refuses to stop, until a great force comes from behind, and locks him in his arms.

Xu Xingzhi, who followed him, said: "You don't want to die?!"

Wen Xuechen made a crazy elbow to smash the ribs and waist of Xu Xing. He slammed it all in one go, and covered his palms on the back of Wen Xuechen, suddenly urging the spiritual power.

Wen Xuechen felt dizzy and fell forward, and the personnel were not saved.

When I woke up, Wen Xuechen was in a cave, wearing a plain robe of Fengling Mountain.

At the mouth of the cave, Xu Xingzhi folded a pile of wet wood, dried it with spiritual power, and added firewood to the fire.

Notice that Wen Xuechen got up and he snorted: "Wake up? You can run really fast, and the two disciples of Qingliang Valley and our Fengling Mountain can't catch you."

Wen Xuechen is about to open his mouth, and he feels that his heart is sore and painful. He crouched down and forced to swallow the pain: "What about others?"

"That ghost repair?" Xu Xingzhi threw a golden bell in his hand and caught it. "...It should still be in the mountains. Master gave me a piece of implement before leaving, but it can be big or small. In the land, you can also catch a butterfly. I have already used it to seal the mountains within this hundred miles. Although our disciples can't get in, the ghost repair can't escape. The body, we slowly search for the mountain, it is always possible to pick him up."

Wen Xuechen did not speak a word, and supported the stone wall to stand firm, one hand with a cane, one hand to support the wall, and squatting outward.

Xu Xingzhi was young and had long hands and feet. He saw that he was not good. He leaned back against the side of the hole and left his left foot on the stone wall on the other side. He used his legs to block the path of warm snow and dust.

"Where are you going?" Xu Xingzhi asked him.

Wen Xuechen did not look at him, and said coldly: "You don't need to take care of you."

Xu Xingzhi pushed him back: "After rest, go find the ghost and repair it. My master said, you have a heart disease, I need to take care of you."

Wen Xuechen whispered: "Do you know how my heart disease came from?"

As early as when Wen Xuechen was out of order, Xu Xingzhi had a number in his heart: "Is that ghost repair?"

"My parents were killed, I saw it with my own eyes." Wen Xuechen bite every word and hate it very much. "He just looked at the sultry jade that my father was wearing when he passed by my house."

"He sneaked into my house, took out my father's heart, and insulted my mother. My mother hid me under the bed before he entered the door, and I just escaped.... Later, the mother's blood shed from the bed. , dripping on my face.... He did it just for a piece of jade that was worthless."

Xu Xingzhi took a breath of air: "... thousand two."

Wen Xuechen smashed him.

Xu Xingzhi only noticed that his words were too inappropriate. He hurriedly raised his hand to apologize: "Sorry, I have never seen the world."

"Don't stop me." Wen Xuechen didn't want to talk to Xu Xing again, and there was a blue vein in the forehead.

"You are weak in this way, and it is also a death when you meet him." Xu Xingzhi said it directly, "...I am going."

Wen Xuechen raised his cane, and a stick hit the left leg of Xu Xingzhi on the bone.

Xu Xingzhi did not guard against such a blow, his face was blue and his legs jumped several times.

Wen Xuechen ignored him and crossed him out of the cave.

Xu Xingzhi is not angry. He jumps on one foot and catches up: "Hey, hey. Together."

Wen Xuechen has been unable to use the sword to volley, and can only walk in the mountains to find the whereabouts of the ghost repair that killed his family.

Xu Xingzhi followed behind him, while carefully avoiding the ant worms under his feet, and talking to Wen Xuechen: "You are very tired to walk, do you want me to carry you back."

Wen Xuechen forcibly controlled the disordered breathing sound, and said coldly: "No need."

Xu Xingzhi once again said: "Hey, you have a lot of hair is white."

Wen Xuechen is slightly intolerant.

Since suffering from heart disease, his hair has been stained with frost, and he never dared to mention his white hair in such a rude manner.

Xu Xingzhi’s mourning said: “The white hair is three thousand feet, and the edge is like a long one....When it’s warm, why bother to suffer?”

Wen Xuechen stopped and thought he had got it wrong: "...What do you call me?"

Xu Xingzhi jumped in order to hide the ants, and did not raise his head. "Warm white hair."

Wen Xuechen’s unnamed fire went straight to Tianling, but he still resisted before the attack: “...I am older than you.”

"What about that?" Xu Xingzhi said, "Yang Tianchuan’s fat man is also two years older."

... Wen Xuechen does not want to talk to Xu Xingzhi anymore.

For the first time, he had a lot of talk about the experience of heartache.

Xu Xingzhi seems to have noticed the emotion of Wen Xuechen, no longer talks with him, and walked to the front of Wen Xuechen.

As he used the branches to clear the way, he shattered: "Other people are angry, I am not angry, and there is no way to get angry. If I am mad, who cares? And it hurts and labors..."

The enemy is in front of her eyes, but she can’t find it. Wen Xuechen’s heart is full of boredom, and listening to Xu Xingzhi’s words, she can’t stand it anymore: “Shut up!”

Xu Xingzhi was a bit embarrassed, looked back at him and explained: "I want to tell you not to be angry, not good for your health."

Wen Xuechen certainly knows that Xu Xingzhi is not malicious. However, he has already had a temperament at this time. He simply spilled the fire on Xu Xingzhi: "What is my body doing with you? Who are you? Are you managing me?"

"Why are you mad at me?" Xu Xingzhi is also a young man's heart. After listening to this, he sneaked back without mercy. "If you are really not happy, you can go to the tree."

Wen Xuechen stared at Xu Xingzhi with a grin: "If you have a family member who is dead in front of you, you will naturally know what I am feeling now!"

Xu Xingzhi's pace was a long time, and he stood up against Wen Xuechen for a long while, and he walked forward without saying a word. In a blink of an eye, Wen Xuechen opened a few feet away.

When Wen Xuechen taught the disciples of the lower generations in the cool valley, no one dared to disobey him. Now he is younger than his entry, and his younger Xu Xingzhi is not only rude, but also disobedient, which makes Wen Xuechen angry and will be in the hands of Nanmu. The cane was caught in the hand and squatted back and forth, and his back was thrown in the middle of his shoulder.

The Nanmu cane was very heavy, and Xu Xingzhi did not guard against the warm snow dust. Under this attack, he squatted down his shoulders.

Wen Xuechen did not expect that he would really smash him. When the blood in his brain was in a state of low tide, Xu Xingzhi reached out and picked up his cane. He climbed up and squatted on his knees. The crutches split into two halves.

Xu Xingzhi did not look at it, and the broken Nanmu cane was thrown into the cliff next to it, and then he went away.

Wen Xuechen was almost mad to vomiting blood: "...you!"

Lost the cane, Wen Xuechen is even more difficult.

Because I remembered the events of the year, and I had a quarrel with Xu Xingzhi, Wen Xuechen felt more and more uncomfortable in the chest.

He couldn't walk half a mile, and he leaned on a peach tree, shaking his hand and taking out the pain-relieving medicine from his arms. After swallowing the medicine, he took off and fell asleep.

...he was awakened in the bumps.

When waking up, Wen Xuechen was crouching on one's back. The sky has been transferred from midnight to midnight.

They are leaving the mountain in Yujian, and the golden light that has just covered the mountains has disappeared.

Wen Xuechen was in a hurry and grabbed the shoulders of his eyes: "Stop!"

Xu Xingzhi carrying him was so stunned, almost turned down from the sword, and he was so in a big mouth and inhaled: "Death you, let go!"

Wen Xuechen recognized that Xu Xingzhi was carrying him. He was kneading the place where he was thrown by his cane.

And Xu Xingzhi’s body is obviously more than this injury. The waist, legs and chest have burnt scars on the chest. The back of the neck is simply applied with some hemostatic herbs that can be found in the mountains. The warm snow dust that wakes up is tossed. The herbal **** fell a little and revealed a shocking knife wound.

Wen Xuechen looked awkward: "You are this..."

"You wake up just right." After Xu Xingzhi’s painfulness, he picked the nearest hill, stopped the sword, lowered the warm snow dust from his back, and rubbed it in his sleeve, taking out the golden bell. "I will bring the **** for you, and I will be shut in this golden bell."

Wen Xuechen stared blankly at the golden bell that he handed to him. It took a long time for a voice to come: "You..."

Xu Xingzhi's hair: "This thing is very embarrassing. He took a lot of work for him. After he took him, I have sealed all the big holes in his body. Even if you are like this, it is enough to kill slowly. He is."

"Why do you want to be jealous?" Wen Xuechen found his voice trembled very unnaturally. "Master said that if he refused to defy the law, he would kill him."

Xu Xingzhi handed the Admiralty to Wen Xuechen again, and his tone was relaxed: "I think, if I were you, I would definitely want to kill him for revenge. Hey, he is here, if you want revenge, take it."

Wen Xuechen was speechless for a while.

The scarred Xu Xingzhi held the golden bell and looked at him with a smile.

After half a sigh, Wen Xuechen said: "He has already fallen into the net, and I can no longer publicize the feud.... I will send him back to the cool valley."

Xu Xingzhi said: "Why?"

Wen Xuechen: "This is the rule."

"What rules?" Xu Xingzhi threw the Admiralty into Wen Xuechen's arms. Wen Xuechen was forced to catch the Admiralty. "It is the rule to kill people. I ask you, hand he, can you call me better?" ?"

"My parents can't be born again..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Who asked you this? I asked if you can feel better in your heart?"

Wen Xuechen indulged in a moment, slightly dagger.

"Then go." Xu Xingzhi pulled Wen Xuechen's shoulder and let him turn around and pushed him back. "... Give you an hour, slowly toss him. How can you vent, just How to toss."

Wen Xuechen found himself in contact with him but he did not get used to the semi-sunlight scene. He was used to the oil-slip of Xu Xingzhi’s Xiaojing. He laughed and said: "...where can I toss him for so long."

Xu Xingzhi sat down on a nearby rock: "Don't tell me when you had a nightmare, you didn't think about how to cramp the man."

He also regrets: "... If I can catch the ghost repair of killing my mother, it will be too much to toss him day and night. Unfortunately, when I was too young, I didn't see the ghost."

Wen Xuechen's face changed slightly, remembering the words that accused him when he was in the mouth of Xu Xing.

"If you have a family member who is dead in front of you, you will naturally know what I am feeling now!"

He had a slight throat and bit a few teeth. He still couldn’t say "thank you". He reached out and took out a bottle of medicine containing a wounded medicine from his arms. He waved his sleeve into the arms of Xu Xing: "It is used for healing."

One of Xu Xing, he immediately laughed and said: "Thank you!"

Wen Xuechen cheeks reddish: "Why thank you."

"You are a good person." Xu Xingzhi took the cork, sniffed and surprised, "Is it a hundred back Dan? I heard that in the mortal world, one will have a hundred dollars price..."

Wen Xuechen interrupted him coldly: "You can't hide it and sell it."

After being poked and thinking carefully, Xu Xingzhi coughed twice, and said: "Whoever said to sell, but this thing is really precious, you are really willing to give it to me."

"I can see that you have a good hatred." Wen Xuechen turned his face and said with an indifferent face. "I don't want to be cramped in your nightmare."

One of Xu Xing, touched his injured shoulder, and immediately laughed: "You can rest assured that I never remember the night of hatred, and I usually report it on the spot."

Wen Xuechen: "..."

Xu Xingzhi said: "You hit me, I folded your crutches, and I already reported the hatred. Then I took the ghost and repaired it, and found that you were fainted by me. I still feel sorry. Yours, hahahahaha."

Wen Xuechen: "........."

He did not distinguish himself because he was fainted because of a heart attack. He took the Admiralty and turned away, hiding in the woods.

The screams rang halfway between the hills, and Xu Xingzhi was tossed by him. After the medicine was put on, he used the branches to write on the ground.

It was not until the dawn dawned that Wen Xuechen walked out of the woods with blood in his hands.

When he handed the Admiralty to Xu Xingzhi, he noticed what Xu Xingzhi was painting on the ground: "...What is this?"

Xu Xingzhi took a grass and saw Wen Xuechen coming out. He was excited and said: "You are coming right.... I think about it, your heart is so bad, it’s hard to go out. When I go back to Fengling Mountain, I will give you a table. Wheelchairs are also convenient for later travel."

Wen Xuechen's heart is fretting: "...you..."

Xu Xingzhi straightforwardly said: "You don't have that expression, I am not doing it for you.... I will help you with some hundred times. It's really useful. You see, my shoulder is no longer hurting." ”

He was kneeling there, and his arm was stretched and turned into a big circle. Then he looked up at Wen Xuechen, his lips were smiling, his eyes were light, and his young face looked very bright and pure under the morning light.

Wen Xuechen unconsciously smiled with him: "Yes, I promised.... Go back."

Xu Xingzhi couldn't get himself, pointing to his shoulder: "Since it hurts, then come up soon." The smile in his eyes has a strange warmth. "...I will take you home."

The author has something to say: Today is a special memory of Xiao Wenbai and Xiao brothers~

The next day when the heavy light is not there, I miss him.