Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Before Bai Ze took action, these people seemed to have forgotten that he was the only surviving ancient monster in millions of years.

Perhaps it was because time had passed, the fear that once belonged to Bai Ze and made people shudder was washed away and forgotten in the vast torrent.

So when Bai Ze started killing people, it felt like the mountains were weeping and the rivers were mourning together.

The wind and snow suddenly became stronger, gathering around the Tianxuan Sword to form a dark, roaring whirlwind, which leaked out as Bai Ze no longer suppressed his demonic power.

The Tianxuan Sword made a mournful sound.

Bai Ze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was not a demon, but he was worse than a demon.

Things on the ground at the market were constantly blown into the wind and flew hundreds of meters into the air.

The sky darkened and it was almost impossible to see anything in the strong wind.

Xie Lin used his sword to stab the ground to steady himself and raised his hands to cover his face. Tang Sheng, who was standing by, was afraid of being blown away, so he held on to Xie Lin tightly and shouted in surprise.

"Time Dial Quicksand? This is the shock forcibly activated by the Time Dial Quicksand! I have only seen it in books. There are actually people in this world who use the Time Dial Quicksand. Hey! I am really here!"

Xie Lin knew that he would leave soon, so he turned to look at Tang Sheng and warned him: "Zhang San and I will leave here soon. If you don't want me to kill you, get lost if you see me or him next time."

His voice was muffled by the strong wind and could not be heard clearly, but Tang Sheng was the residual soul of Xie Lin. He heard every word and even all of Xie Lin's emotions.

Tang Sheng let go of Xie Lin, his expression no longer as lazy as usual. He stood in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, looking at the white smoke in front of him, which was just like a ghost cave in the underworld.

"I knew you were not the Xie Lin of this era, otherwise you would have killed me the first time you saw me. It turns out it's because of the time and sand, and Zhang San too..." Tang Sheng didn't know why he said all this. He wanted to ask a question urgently, but didn't know how to ask it.

"I will kill you if I see you again," Xie Lin had already walked towards the center of the Tianxuan Sword Formation.

Tang Sheng shouted anxiously: "Zhang San will disappear too, right?!"

Xie Lin continued walking without saying a word, and soon he would disappear into the darkness, just like Zhang San, without a trace.

Tang Sheng chased after him against the wind, his expression sinister and anxious, "It seems that we will meet again in the future, so what should we do? I am you, I am your greed, I am the purest part of evil in you. The person you want, of course I also want you!"

Xie Lin kept walking, his voice cold and straightforward, "You are just my trash."

Tang Sheng was left in a bloody mess, watching the quicksand of time rise and fall until the strong wind gradually subsided and everything returned to calm. The cries for help were endless, as if he was in hell.

He stood there for a long time before he realized that even an incomplete soul like him could have human emotions.

He looked down at the bag of spirit stones that he had not yet returned to Zhang San, and laughed at himself.

“Why can’t garbage be a person?”

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The crack opened, and those who should return returned to where they came from.

When Wen Liang opened his eyes, he saw Song Huai's face, which looked exactly like his brother's, lying on the table.

He and Song Zhen are easy to recognize. Song Zhen always has a frown on his face and a serious look. Even if he is tired, he will just sit there and meditate with his eyes closed.

And Song Huai would fall asleep on the table.

Wen Liang was lying in his room, his body returning to its original appearance, with black silk stockings hanging down to his chest, covering his thin crescent-colored undergarment.

He propped himself up and sat up. He was back. Bai Ze said that only when one is near death can the Time Dial Quicksand be opened. So... did Bai Ze also experience near death?

Wen Liang immediately grabbed the clothes from the bedside and put them on.

It seemed that Bai Ze and Xie Lin were both pulled into the time dial by him because of some token. He reached into his collar and felt around, and found that the crystal clear horn he wore around his neck was still there.

Wen Liang repeatedly rubbed the broken horn that was warm from his body temperature. Just as he called for his sword, Song Huai, who was lying on the table watching, was awakened by the noise.

"You're awake!" He rushed over in surprise, but when he saw Wen Liang holding a sword in one hand and about to walk out without even putting on his clothes, he immediately stopped him, "What are you going to do after you just woke up?"

Wen Liang was able to flatter Song Huai before for the mission, but now he doesn't want to do that. He shook off Song Huai's hand and said, "Thank you, Third Brother, for taking care of me. I have something to do and need to leave Qingyun Sect."

Song Huai quickly sent a message to inform his brother, and then stopped Wen Liang again.

"I have been here for three nights to take care of you. You will drown if you leave alone. If you leave now with your sick body, Master will definitely blame me."

Wen Liang took a deep breath, his pale face was like a piece of thin paper about to break, "I will explain it clearly to Master and will not implicate Third Brother."

He stopped walking as he remembered something, "Big Brother and Little Brother, are they... in trouble?"

"Big Brother is in seclusion, Little Brother and I are taking turns to watch over you. Are you hoping that something bad will happen to them?"

Song Huai didn't know what he had come up with with his touching emotional intelligence. He said in a bad tone, "Su Yunyang, can't you just be quiet? Junior Brother has a good relationship with Senior Brother. I know you are jealous, but he didn't do anything to embarrass you. Don't embarrass him in every way."

Wen Liang's chest heaved violently. He pushed Song Huai away, no longer caring about fellow-disciple friendship or dignity.

"I'm making things difficult for him? Third Senior Brother knows why I drowned?"

Song Huai met the boy's gaze, which was as cold as a cypress tree on a snowy night. His heart trembled for a moment, "I... don't know..."

"I don't know what grounds you have to say that I am fooling around. You are guarding me here only because of Master's orders. Don't use your forced efforts to blackmail me morally. Get out of the way."

Song Huai refused to give in, but his tone was already weak, "Don't force me to lock you up..."

Wen Liang now wants to laugh when he sees Song Huai, this stupid guy. In the original novel, after Su Yunyang's spiritual roots were destroyed by Song Zhen, Song Huai used his touching emotional intelligence and decided to imprison Su Yunyang in an ice prison for two hundred years, believing that this was the best protection for Su Yunyang.

Wen Liang suddenly missed Bai Ze very much. He wanted to see him, stay by his side, smell his breath, and listen to his heartbeat against his chest.

Otherwise, this despair that originally belonged to Su Yunyang would have drowned him.

Wen Liang closed his eyes, smiled and called Song Huai's name.

Song Huai raised his head suddenly. Su Yunyang's smile was like extremely cold water that flooded over him, but it boiled people's blood and made their faces hot and scalding.

"You abandoned me once in Qionghua Cave. Didn't you think I would die that time? You must be very skilled in abandoning me again today. It doesn't matter to you whether I live or die after I leave."

"Su Yunyang, you..." Song Huai's voice was stuck in his throat, "Why do you speak to my brother like that?"

"Brother? Are you my brother? I once pestered you for the elixir you made. I was wrong. I will return all of it to you today. You are not my brother. You are only Gu Beitang's brother now."

Wen Liang pointed his sword at Song Huai and said, "If you don't get out of the way, I will have to take action."

Song Huai stood there stiffly, the back of his head felt as if it was wrapped in cotton and being hit hard with a hammer, blurry and heavy.

Wen Liang tightened his grip on the sword, his heart beating like a drum. Seeing that Song Huai had no reaction, he carefully stepped back, put away his sword, and immediately ran towards the door.

But just as he took a step, a rope suddenly tied around his body.

Wen Liang's sword fell to the ground and he almost fell down.

"Ah Huai, come here and take your fourth junior brother in."

Wen Liang looked up and met Song Zhenqing's serious gaze. He was holding a box of pastries that could only be bought in the mortal world, and seemed to be here to visit. It would be good if one could ignore the immortal rope in his other hand.

Song Zhen walked up to Wen Liang, took the other rope, bent down to pick up Wen Liang's sword, and said to Wen Liang:

"Yun Yang, concentrate, your mind is in turmoil."