Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 223 Your hero has turned black again (42)
With Du Zhan's cultivation base, it can be said that it is easy to stop Qiao Wei's self-abuse behavior.

However, no matter how easy it is, it can't stop the small probability of miscalculation.

If she didn't stop her and she really cut off her neck, how sure is he that he can save her?

Even if she was rescued, how could she be guaranteed that she would not seek death again?
Du Zhan didn't dare to take the risk.

He reluctantly let go. "Don't do anything stupid."

Qiao Wei sneered: "If you set me free, I won't do stupid things. I'll count to ten, if you don't send me out..."

"Are you so impatient to leave me?" Du Zhan pressed his lips against her forehead, and it wasn't until then that he realized that there was a strange pain in his heart.

Qiao Wei ignored it at all and started counting the time.

"one two Three……"

Du Zhan stretched out his hand to grab it in the void, and the Renhuang sword emitting a faint blue light appeared in his hand.

"four, five, six……"

The Renhuang sword was floating on the ground, and Du Zhan sat on the sword with Qiao Wei in his arms.

"Seven, eight, nine..."

Du Zhan pressed a kiss on her forehead, his voice was low, as if begging. "I won't force you to be obedient, as long as you don't leave me, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

Qiao Wei said coldly: "Ten."

She tightened the puppet thread in her hand without blinking, as if she didn't want to live at all.

Just as the ending sound of the word "ten" dissipated, the environment around them changed.

All the darkness faded away like a tide, as if she had walked from a depressing painting to a living world. Qiao Wei's eyes, which hadn't seen the sun for a long time, were stabbed so hard that she could barely open them.

Still in the secret room of Mount Buji.

Only this time, almost all the soul stones in the secret room were wiped out.

Qiao Wei let go of the puppet thread in her palm, and looked at Du Zhan, who was sitting on the Human Emperor's sword, covering his bloody neck and staring at her.

—— Long before she made a move, she had already quietly placed a Chi Yuyu on him.

That's right, how could the insidious, despicable and shameless Qiao Wei really commit suicide?
This time, Du Zhan became her cannon fodder.

He looked at her neck with only a shallow layer of skin broken, and suddenly smiled.

Du Zhan seldom smiles on weekdays, but his smile is like cracks in the ice lake in early spring, and fragrant flowers just blooming, it is indescribably amazing.

"It's fine," he said. "It's good that you didn't hurt yourself."

Qiao Wei glanced at the bruises on her naked body, as well as the scarred wounds on her wrists and ankles, and then glanced at the blood gushing out of Du Zhan's neck as if she didn't want money.

This person didn't know whether he was dumbfounded, or he was deliberately playing tricks, but he refused to stop the bleeding and promote muscle growth.

"In this world, no one can hurt you except me." Du Zhan's eyes were filled with faint crimson, "Including yourself."

crazy!
Qiao Wei didn't bother to pay attention to him, and simply repaired the injury on her body with magic, and changed into a suit of clothes to cover the injury on her body, and walked away.

"Qiao Wei."

Hearing Du Zhan calling her from a distance, she didn't look back.

"Qiao Wei, when you come back, I will never bully you again. You don't have to be obedient or behaved, as long as you stay by my side...I can give you whatever you want."

Qiao Wei's footsteps paused.

"Anything but leave me."

Qiao Wei laughed out of anger again.

People are always like this, they can't help being hurt when they get it, and they try their best to get it back when they lose it.

What about after recovery?Another endless injury.

The son Xuanyi is like this, and so is Du Zhan.

She had already fallen down once, and it was impossible for her to be bewitched again.

"Anything...is it okay?" She still didn't turn her head, her thin figure was set off by the magnificent palace outside the house, as if she might fly away with the wind at any time.

Du Zhan stretched out his hand involuntarily, and murmured, "Yes, anything is fine."

"Then what if I want your heart?" Qiao Wei hooked her lips, drawing a malicious arc. "Of course, it's not the heart you thought. What I want is the... beating heart in your chest!"

The vitality of monks who have cultivated to Nascent Soul and above is comparable to Xiaoqiang.

Ordinary sword wounds can heal easily.

Even if he is killed by poison or dies from serious injuries, the Nascent Soul can still leave his body, or find a predestined person to take it away, or wait for the opportunity to cultivate into the real body again.

The heart and head are their fatal weaknesses.

These two things, as long as one of them leaves the body, they will quickly wither, almost powerless.

Therefore, Qiao Wei said it was the heart on the surface, but in fact, she wanted his life!

give it?

If not, she would never be able to trust him.

He gave it, but he couldn't accompany her.

Dilemma.

"If you can't even do this, why do you make me fall in love with you?"

Seeing that Du Zhan did not speak for a long time, Qiao Wei rolled her eyes sarcastically, and was about to step away when she suddenly smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, her expression changed, and she immediately took control of Mapo Tofu (her flying magic weapon) ) flew towards the wind outlet.

Closer, closer.

It was a mountain of corpses and a river of blood.

There are people she knows and people she doesn't know. They are stacked high like arhats, as if they want to build a ladder to the sky.

Amongst the wreckage, stood a man.

A... just unbelievable person.

He usually has no sense of existence, never shows up, and just silently does what he likes.

"Seventh, Seventh Senior Brother?"

How could it be him? !

But on second thought, why couldn't it be him?
He has always been the most unsuspecting and most suspicious person.

Such a persona, casually placed in the reasoning comics, seems to have two big characters written all over his body - "true murderer".

One of the first batch of victims in the eyes of everyone has an 80.00% chance of being the perpetrator himself.

A stalk that has been played badly by major suspense and reasoning dramas.

Hearing Qiao Wei's shocking words, Ji Qi turned her head to look at her, and wiped the blood on the sword on the corpses all over the floor expressionlessly.

"Oh? I missed one."

Leaked... missed one...

What does it mean to miss one?
The bones on the ground and the dim soul stone in the secret room have already explained everything.

Intuition told Qiao Wei that running for her life immediately was the correct way to open it.

However, she found that she could not move at all.

Something trapped her.

She lowered her head, and under her feet, a teleportation talisman was lighting up bit by bit.

Of course Qiao Wei knew that this was not just an ordinary teleportation talisman.

The way it leads, is hell!

"Why?" Qiao Wei felt very angry, not only for herself, but also for the disciples who died at Ji Qi's hands.

"You time travelers, do you still have the face to ask me why?"

Perhaps it was because this was the last fish that slipped through the net in the Far West, and Ji Qi was in a good mood, so she talked about the reason.

"You are already dead people. If you don't stay in your own world and reincarnate, you go to other worlds to dominate and disrupt order. Do I need a reason to hunt you down?"

(End of this chapter)