Dressed as the villain's ex-fiancée [Transmigration Book]

The sun is rising.

Feng Bei didn't exchange too many pleasantries, so he left with the disciples from the Holy Mountain.

Cui Xiaojiu always felt that when Feng Bei was leaving, he seemed to glance in his direction.

A strange feeling rose in her heart.

However, it was probably an illusion, Feng Bei didn't know himself, did he?

After the village chief had dealt with the people in the Holy Mountain, he was sweating profusely.Seeing that Cui Xiaojiu and Lingjun were also there, the whole figure seemed to have found a backbone.

"Look at..."

"Don't worry too much," Cui Xiaojiu said, "I've already sent the spirit puppet to monitor Shen Meng. At least before the secret realm is opened, he can't inform the Holy Mountain. In other words, he just needs to move out as planned."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good! I'll call the villagers to make preparations first."

After speaking, the village chief left in a hurry, and the rest of the villagers also dispersed.

Sure enough, the day passed smoothly. On the second day, a vision suddenly appeared in the sky, with bursts of rays of light, and faint sounds of immortals.The cultivators who came to the snowy land rose into the air one after another, and the tokens in their hands shimmered in blue.

Cui Xiaojiu was also in the mix, she held Ling Jun's hand, if you look carefully, you will find that both of them are tied with golden chains.

——This chain is a spiritual tool. When entering a secret realm, it can allow two people to enter the same place without getting lost.

The light from the token in his hand became brighter and brighter, and a phantom of a fairy palace appeared in the air, like a dream.Cui Xiaojiu felt like he had turned into a beam of light, a torrent, and was driven towards the fairy palace under the guidance of the token.

In an instant, his eyes and mind were blank.

Cui Xiaojiu blinked, and saw the pure blue curtains, and through the modern windows, one could see the soft and white clouds outside.

"Peng Peng."

It was a very familiar voice, the tone was soft and full of tenderness, with some excitement and the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

As if Cui Xiaojiu had been hit hard, he turned his head in disbelief: "Mom?"

"Mom is here," Ms. Ye Yi smiled at her comfortingly, "Pengpeng woke up? Is there any discomfort?"

Cui Xiaojiu was confused: "I...Where is this? Didn't I already..."

Ye Yi patted her hand: "Don't be silly. Fortunately, I caught up with you. Old Cui borrowed a magic weapon from a fellow Taoist and cast a life-sustaining spell on you. How do you feel?"

Following Ye Yi's gaze, Cui Xiaojiu saw a man in a long gown with wide sleeves and a wooden hairpin.

Her lips moved: "Dad..."

The wind slipped into the ward along the window, blowing up the light blue curtains.

"There is another piece of good news." Ye Yi saw that her eyes were red and thought she was sad, so he coaxed, "We have found a way to change your fate. We will try it when you are discharged from the hospital. If it succeeds , our family will be together forever.”

Being together all the time is really a promise that people can't take their eyes off.

Cui Xiaojiu murmured: "...Mom."

She opened her arms as if asking for a hug.

"Acting like a baby again." Ye Yi hugged her daughter into her arms, stroked her soft black hair, and said with some emotion: "We, Pengpeng, are already a big girl. Fortunately, there is still time. Mom wants to see you When you grow up, see you get married, and live in peace and beauty for the rest of your life..."

Cui Xiaojiu's hand on Ye Yi's back trembled, and he buried his head in Ye Yi's shoulder.

Ye Yi asked "what's the matter", Cui Xiaojiu couldn't hold back anymore, his thin body trembled like a lonely fallen leaf.

"Mom..." There was a huge and powerless grief in her chest. She sobbed softly at first, and then she couldn't even cry out, so she could only hold Ye Yi's clothes tightly.

Ye Yi sensed something was wrong, dug her out of his arms, saw her appearance and smiled, wiped her cheek with his white greasy fingertips, and said in a doting tone, "Xiaohuamao, isn't it alright?"

"No." Tears welled up, blurring Ye Yi's appearance, "I...I don't want to see you again, I don't want to have no home, I want to eat your cooking again..."

"When Pengpeng is ready, Mom will make it for you when I get home."

"Can't go home.

"Cui Xiaojiu smiled and cried.

She looked at the mother who cast doubtful eyes, and finally let go of her hand, her eyes were red and she raised her head, her mandible was tense, and the light of the day outlined a firm and unforgiving line.

Her voice was a little soft like crying, but it could make the listener understand her seriousness: "...Dreams are always about waking up, are you right?"

She saw obvious astonishment on Ye Yi's face.

Then the picture in his eyes fell apart, shattered inch by inch, all the wards and parents disappeared, and the purple miasma peeled off from the heart and dissipated in the air.

She looked around, seeing the vast and boundless ice field, the wind howling, snow stubble hitting her face one after another, numb pain, and the chill creeping in through the cracks in the bones.

The teardrops slid down the cheeks and turned into ice crystals before they hit the ground.

Cui Xiaojiu wiped his face, sniffed his nose, and still couldn't get rid of the emotion just now: "It's the demon... Could it be that the demon's illusion?"

This is the sixth month since she left home and came to this world. Occasionally, at night, she would dream about the past, and when she woke up, her cheeks would be wet.

In the past few months, the farther she traveled and the more scenery she saw, the more she missed the small corner of the dream and the familiar faces.

It's no wonder that you will see such a picture in the fantasy world, probably still homesick.

Cui Xiaojiu patted himself on the cheek: "Cheer up, cheer up."

One has to look forward, the chicks will always fly away from the nest, Cui Xiaojiu understands this very well, so he can finally come out of that illusion.

"But it's good, it's better to finish it at this time, than to explode later... Wait," she froze, "It's broken, Lingjun!"

Because there is a spiritual weapon connected, the place where the two landed is not far away. Cui Xiaojiu followed the guidance and quickly found Lingjun.

Ling Jun hadn't come out of the demonic realm yet, she closed her eyes and frowned slightly, and there was a faint hostility between her brows, which made her look a little more strange.

Inner Demons and Illusions allow people to see what they desire most, what they hate most, and what they fear the most.People who are in the illusion of heart demons will be corrupted by heart demons if they are not careful, or indulge in sweet dreams, or indulge in killing and revenge.

But for Ling Jun who had that kind of experience, if he was not careful, he would get stuck in it.

Cui Xiaojiu took out a fox fur engraved with a magic circle from the storage bag, and put it on Ling Jun, frowning.

"No, I have to think of a way..."

……

When Lingjun woke up, he found himself standing in a wasteland.

The nose is filled with a fishy-sweet smell, on the withered yellow grass leaves, blood droplets that have not yet dried up can be seen, dripping down drop by drop, the soil seems to be soaked in blood, showing a dirty black-red color.

There are corpses everywhere.

"The devil!"

It was a disciple wearing the costume of the holy mountain, with red eyes, slashing at her with a knife.Ling Jun tilted his head slightly, passed the sword without thinking, and pierced the man's chest.

Blood splattered.

"Here is..." Unable to think about it, one person after another stood up in the grass nest half as tall as a person, shouting words such as "dispelling demons and defending the way", and they rushed forward bravely without fear of death. .

"My lord, let me clear these roadblocks for you!"

Ling Jun's hand holding the sword froze.

Turning her head to look, the "Rakshasa Girl" stood beside her at some point, brandishing a whip, and bravely swung a path of blood.

Rakshasa woman?

This is not right.Ling Jun thought.

The sound of killing was soaring in the ears, and the "Rakshasa girl" fought for her bloody, her right shoulder was pierced by a spiritual weapon, and her soul and body were full of blood.

Ling Jun stood aside, his pale face like unmelted frost, and the tip of his sword casually touched the ground, like an unrelated passerby.

"Your seat!!" Rakshasa said anxiously.

Ling Jun seemed to notice her just now, raised his eyes, paused, and said softly: "Then what do you want?"

The Rakshasa woman almost wept with joy: "Let's attack, go inside the holy mountain, go... eh!"

She lowered her head to look at her heart in disbelief, and there was a straight and bright sword pierced there.

Seat", the person she respects the most.

"Go to sleep."

Ling Jun covered her eyes.

The figure of the Rakshasa girl gradually disintegrated, just like it was on the ruins of the holy mountain.Ling Jun's eyelashes trembled.

The next moment, what I saw suddenly became distorted, black and red mixed together, as if they had been disrupted and then reassembled.

When the distortion stopped, it was still the wasteland, the sky and the earth were in a haze, and blood rained from the sky.

The sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and there were corpses everywhere.

Ling Jun lowered his eyes, with some sarcasm at the end of his eyes,

If I don't kill, will I just put the result in front of me?really...

He raised his hand, which was stained with blood.This thing is with me like a shadow, as if I can't get rid of it for a lifetime.

"rustle……"

There were some footsteps behind him, Lingjun looked indifferent, raised his sword and turned around, but the moment he saw the approacher, the tip of the sword trembled.

The girl in the blue shirt looked at her timidly, her baby-fat face was full of fear and disappointment.

"Lingjun, how could you do this?" She said with a trembling voice, "I thought you could get better, I thought... I didn't expect you to be like this."

"What kind of person am I?" Ling Jun moved his throat, his voice was a little hoarse, like the tranquility before a shower.

She walked towards "Cui Xiaojiu" step by step, her back straight as a bamboo, with unparalleled pressure.

"Cui Xiaojiu" seemed to be gripped by fear, and the answer stuck in his throat.

Ling Jun smiled sarcastically.

Rebirth is her biggest secret.

——Just like Cui Xiaojiu was careful and cared for her before, the situation is reversed now, she dare not mention the matter of rebirth to Cui Xiaojiu, she... is afraid that Cui Xiaojiu will be disappointed.

She knows that what Cui Xiaojiu loves and yearns for is that sword master, that "self" who has saved countless lives, is upright and enthusiastic, and even if his personality becomes extreme, he can still turn back.

"Sword Master" and Cui Xiaojiu share similar interests and personalities.But the real her is the Xizhou Demon Venerable who made the entire continent miserable and stained with countless murders. The two are so different, like two lines that will never meet.

She has no way to put back the broken self, no way to return "Sword Master" to Cui Jiu.

And this illusion projected the scene that she least wanted to see in her heart.

Ling Jun walked up to "Cui Xiaojiu" and lowered his eyes.

Facing the fake created by the illusion, Ling Jun continued to speak for her: "killing, tyrannical, cruel, inhuman... Do you want to say this? Yes, I am such a person."

She is such a person.

"Cui Xiaojiu" trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

However, Ling Jun had already raised his hand, the tip of his sword reflected the skylight, drawing a cold line in an instant.

"Pretend to be her, and you deserve it."

"Cui Xiaojiu" became more and more frightened, and took a step back.But she couldn't dodge the sword.

Lingjun's arms hung down, and he turned his back, glaring blood dripped from the tip of his sword.

The scene in front of me dissipated like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water. There was no trace of any wasteland or corpse mountain.

Ling Jun stood in nothingness, his eyelids drooped, and there was a bit of disgust in his pupils - he didn't know whether it was for the fake just now or for himself.

The place under his feet turned into a water mirror at some point, and Lingjun lowered his eyes so much that he could just see the person in the water mirror.

The man was dressed in black with repeated and sinister patterns embroidered on it. He looked exactly like Lingjun, but there was a terrible scar on his cheek at some point, covering most of his face, layer upon layer, ugly. It's disgusting.

This is the appearance of Xizhou Demon Lord in his previous life.

Ling Jun touched his cheek indifferently.

——Failed to get out of the illusion.

Instead, it got deeper.

To break through the illusion, it is not simply to kill the people in the environment.If you can't leave, return to the root, still can't let go, can't bear to break.

At this moment, a voice in my heart began to chatter, very annoying——

[After all, no one cares about "you", really

the one you. 】

【How can someone like you?How could anyone like a villain with blood on his hands? 】

Lingjun's hand holding the sword unconsciously exerted force, and the back of his hand was bulging with blue veins.

That voice seemed to be unaware: [The Rakshasa girl may have been sincerely loyal to you, but she is no longer here, and everyone is gone.You will wear a mask and live alone in this familiar yet strange world until your life comes to an end! 】

【Are you willing? 】

Ling Jun: "Noisy!"

She used her spiritual power to blast towards the water mirror, the water splashed everywhere, and the whole water mirror was torn apart.

But when the silence returned, everything went back to normal.

The person in the water mirror has tightly pursed lips, dark and deep eyes, and years of exhaustion from previous lives accumulated in his eyes.

Lingjun thought: I can't stay here, I have to go out, but...

But what?

Thinking of this, the clear and crisp silver bells suddenly came to my ears, one after another.

It seems familiar...

Amidst the melodious and rhythmic sound of the silver bell, Ling Jun stood quietly on the water mirror, closed his eyes, and his gloomy and restless heart was suddenly soothed.

Yes... There are still people waiting for me to go back in this world.

When she opened her eyes again, the icy cold from the outside world swept over her whole body. It wasn't bone-piercing, but instead gave her a real sense of living in reality.

She vomited a mouthful of dirty blood.

Under the wind and snow all over the sky, the little girl looked at her worriedly, her eyes were warm and bright like water being cut.

"Lingjun! Are you okay?"

Ling Jun stood still for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up, and he patted the little girl's head comfortingly: "It's nothing, I just heard some crazy words."

Before Cui Xiaojiu could ask again, she said, "What is this place?"

"I haven't explored it yet, let's go and have a look together." Cui Xiaojiu took Ling Jun's hand naturally, and put a hand covering in the shape of a furry rabbit on her hand.

"Lingjun Lingjun, do you think there will be adventure treasures on this ice field? This is the first time I have come to the secret realm."

"There will be."

she says.