Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"Anan, look, the clouds are beautiful today, and the ginkgo leaves are even yellower. When will you come back?"

The young man in white pushed the woman in yellow out to bask in the sun as usual. He had a gentle look on his face and whispered something behind the woman, just as if the woman had shared something with him intimately as before.

However, the woman's eyes were still closed and her lips were as pale as ever. The young man's expression had not changed, but the aura around him became more bitter and depressing, which made people feel pity.

The young man talked to the girl in the wheelchair for a long time, his expression gentle and warm.

The girl in yellow in the wheelchair had her eyes closed and her lips were extremely pale, but that face and that aura were something that anyone who had seen them would never forget.

Moreover, it would be even better if those eyes were opened, but the young man did not force it.

He was about to bend over, but his movements suddenly stopped!

The eyes that were filled with tenderness just now were instantly frozen, as cold as thousands of years of black ice.

Almost at the same moment, he stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, and a soft but tough golden light shield instantly enveloped Nan Xiang in the wheelchair, protecting her tightly.

His right hand was as fast as lightning, accurately intercepting a dart filled with light green spiritual power that was flying through the air from the southeast!

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the dart flew back along the same path at an even faster speed with a piercing scream!

"Ugh!" A muffled groan came from the distance.

The bitter and depressed aura around the young man was instantly replaced by an invisible, suffocating pressure.

He slowly stood up and faced the woman in the wheelchair. The frost on his face miraculously melted away, and his patience and tenderness seemed to have never left him:

"Anan, be good and wait for me here for a while. There are always a few ignorant mice who want to disturb our peace."

He carefully picked up a fallen golden leaf from her hair, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.

That pale but absolutely beautiful face, and that temperament that remained intact even in sleep, were enough to leave a lasting impression on anyone who had seen them.

How he wished those tightly closed eyes could open again... ...But he was willing to wait.

With a flash of his figure, the young man in white disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a wisp of breeze.

The next moment, he appeared in a clearing in the woods a hundred feet away from the courtyard.

There were two people standing in the open space.

One of them was a young man wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and with a serious face. He was Luo Cong, the eldest senior brother of Luoshui Sect.

He held a long sword in his hand, his face solemn. Just now he had barely caught the dart thrown back by Su Chen. His palm was cracked and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword.

The other one was a girl in a light green silk skirt, Linghui, the junior sister of Luoshui Sect.

She covered her chest with her hands, her face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that she was severely affected by the spiritual power attached to her own dart. The look she gave Su Chen was full of fear and disbelief.

"Senior Brother Su Chen!"

Luo Cong suppressed the surging blood and qi, and spoke in a loud and distressed voice.

"Fifty years! There has been no news for a full fifty years. The Ten Thousand Buddhas have searched all over the world for you. I never thought... you would actually be here, accompanying this demon... and this woman!"

He swept his gaze towards the distant courtyard with a complicated expression, which showed both regret for the former pride of Buddhism and deep fear and rejection of the "monster".

"Hand over that evil woman and follow me back to the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect!"

Luo Cong took a step forward, his tone was unquestionable and upright.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turn back now! You are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and you are entrusted with great compassion. How can you allow yourself to fall into depravity, associate with evil spirits, and sink into the devil's barrier? The Buddha is merciful and will surely forgive your loss!"

Su Chen listened quietly, standing with his hands behind his back, his white clothes rustling in the wind.

There was no expression on his face, as if Luo Cong's heart-wrenching persuasion was just a gust of insignificant wind.

It was not until Luo Cong mentioned "evil spirits" and "demonic obstacles" that his bottomless black eyes turned slightly and fell on Luo Cong's face.

"Ah…"

A very light, very cold sneer escaped his lips.

There was no warmth in that laughter, only endless ridicule and indifference.

"Is it possible to turn around?"

He slowly raised his eyes, and as they turned, they no longer had the clear light of a Buddhist, but the depth of a demon. "My shore is right there."

He pointed in the direction of the courtyard, and his voice suddenly became harsh, as cold and hard as metal and stone.

"As for what you call 'good and evil'... Fifty years ago, your so-called 'righteous path' used these two words 'good and evil' to force her to death!"

The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows seemed to come alive at this moment, red as blood, and so enchanting that it could take one's heart away!

Dark purple devil patterns that looked like living things were quietly spreading from the corners of his eyes, like flowers of hell blooming on his pure face, completely tearing apart his originally holy temperament and revealing a terrifying background of madness.

"Witch?"

Su Chen's gaze suddenly fixed on Ling Hui, who was still in shock. His gaze was like a poisoned ice blade, piercing Ling Hui's entire body and causing her to tremble and almost scream.

She had never seen such a terrifying look in her eyes, which was filled with a madness that could destroy everything.

Ling Hui's scalp tingled at that look, and she forced herself to straighten her back and said in a shrill voice:

"Am I wrong?! The Buddhist disciples of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect who were compassionate to all living beings and unparalleled in kindness have now fallen into the devil's way for a mere ginkgo tree demon! It's really... It's really a shame for our sect!

Su Chen, you have been possessed by the devil, why don't you surrender? When will you be captured?"

"Just a Ginkgo Monster?"

Su Chen repeated these five words in a very light voice, but the air around him instantly solidified and froze!

"Hahaha--!!!"

He suddenly laughed wildly towards the sky, his laughter piercing the clouds and splitting the rocks, shaking the entire mountain forest, filled with endless sorrow, anger and a madness that completely tore apart his disguise.

The devilish power contained in that laughter made Luo Cong feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His sword hummed and he used all his strength to resist. Ling Hui's ears were filled with this devilish sound. His blood was boiling and he spat out another mouthful of blood with a look of horror in his eyes.

The laughter stopped suddenly!

The madness on Su Chen's face instantly turned into an extremely cold murderous intent, and his dark eyes completely turned into an abyss that swallowed up all light.

He slowly raised one hand, palm up.

"Destroy the world... Black Lotus."

The cold voice was like a decree from the Netherworld.

A black lotus, only the size of a palm but condensed with an endless aura of destruction, suddenly spun and bloomed in his palm without any warning!

The lotus petals were as black as ink, with dark purple magic patterns flowing along the edges. As soon as they appeared, the surrounding light was devoured crazily, and even the space was distorted!

A terrifying pressure that was enough to change the color of the sky and the earth suddenly descended and locked onto Ling Hui, whose face turned pale!

"Junior sister, be careful!" Luo Cong's eyes were bloodshot and he roared wildly, pouring all his life's strength into the sword in his hand without reservation. The sword body burst out with an unprecedented blue light, forming a thick water curtain in front of Ling Hui!

At the same time, a life-saving jade talisman in his arms was instantly activated, turning into an ancient "Luo" light shield, superimposed behind the water curtain!

However, in front of the seemingly small black lotus of destruction, all these defenses are like paper!

The black lotus flew out lightly, ignoring the water curtain sword energy that Luo Cong was using all his strength to launch, and silently imprinted on the "Luo" light shield.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was only a slight "pop" sound.

It was as if a bubble had burst.

The talisman light shield that condensed the powerful protective power of Luoshui Sect, together with the water curtain that Luo Cong had set up with all his strength, melted and annihilated in an instant like thin ice thrown into a raging fire!

The black lotus continued to move forward with unabated force, and imprinted itself on Linghui's forehead as lightly as if it were nothing.

The fear, resentment, and a hint of disbelief on Linghui's face froze in an instant.

She was unable to even utter a scream. Her entire body, along with the goose yellow silk dress she was wearing, was like a sand painting thrown into nothingness. Starting from the point between her eyebrows, it silently decomposed and dissipated, turning into the finest dust, drifting away with the wind, and completely annihilated between heaven and earth.

"puff--!"

Luo Cong was struck by lightning, spurting blood. He flew backwards like a broken sack, smashing several large trees before rolling to the ground.

He had no idea how many ribs were broken on his chest, his meridians were about to break, and his breath was extremely weak. He only avoided death on the spot because of his strong will and the sect's secret treasure that protected his heart.

He struggled to raise his head, and looked at Su Chen with eyes full of boundless fear - it was a fear that went beyond the realm of crushing, and came from the instinct of life! How could the Su Chen in front of him still be a Buddhist? He was clearly the Asura Demon God who returned from hell!

Su Chen didn't even look at Ling Hui that turned to ashes, his cold gaze fell on the seriously injured and dying Luo Cong.

The cinnabar between his eyebrows was still enchanting, and the devil patterns at the corners of his eyes slowly faded away, but his abyss-like eyes did not fluctuate at all.

"roll."

There was only one word, cold and without a trace of emotion.

Luo Cong held on to the last bit of clarity, tremblingly took out a talisman, and crushed it with all his strength.

A beam of water light wrapped around his broken body and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Su Chen looked indifferently in the direction where he disappeared, with a strange vortex slowly spinning in his eyes.

Reporting? That was exactly what he wanted.

The blood debt of fifty years ago, fifty years of planning... The more "blood food" he could attract, the better. Only then could he draw enough vitality and spiritual power from the heaven-defying formation that took the entire valley as its base and consumed half his life's efforts and endless natural resources to set up.

It’s almost time... His Anan will soon be able to break free from this dead body and return to the world of the living.

As he thought of this, the darkness in his eyes grew deeper, as if it was going to suck his entire soul in.

At this moment, a golden ginkgo leaf swirled and floated down gently, landing right on his outstretched fingertips.

The frozen madness and weirdness receded in an instant like the tide.

The cinnabar between the eyebrows returned to its calm deep red, and the devil pattern at the corner of the eye completely disappeared.

The suffocating blood and demonic aura around him seemed to have never existed, and the cold and clean temperament enveloped him again, as if the demon who had just killed one person and seriously injured another in the blink of an eye was just an illusion.

He lowered his eyes, and gently twisted the golden leaf with his fingertips, as if he was holding the most precious glass.

He turned around and walked back to the courtyard at steady steps.

Nan Xiang, in her wheelchair, was still quietly basking in the autumn sun. A thin layer of golden fallen leaves formed around her, as if time had stopped here.

Su Chen walked to her side and bent down, his movements pious and gentle, like a believer worshipping his god.

He kissed her cold forehead tenderly and lovingly.

The voice was as soft as the whispers of lovers, with a hint of morbid satisfaction and heartbreaking expectation:

"Little liar... We will meet soon."

He pushed the wheelchair, his figure slowly blending into the door of the courtyard. The sunlight stretched their shadows, overlapping them, as if they had never been separated.

In the distance, green mountains hold flowing clouds, and green water flows over the stone steps. This small courtyard wrapped in the misty green color still looks like a faded ink painting, so quiet that it seems as if nothing has happened.

Only the towering ginkgo tree in the corner of the yard, with its fan-shaped leaves hanging between its branches, is like yellowed poetry papers, rustling in the wind, like a long, unintelligible sigh, shattered in the mottled shadows of the sun, and sinking into the abyss of time.