After dressing as a demon, I accidentally deceived the feelings of my old enemy

Feng Che looked at the two embracing each other on the fairy sword, and with red eyes he adjusted his body's internal breath to heal the body, mind, and heart that he had injured himself with internal force not long ago.

When he was almost cured, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, just in case Wen Bie's body recovered, and then he injured himself with internal force.

Finally, seeing Wen Bie vomit blood again, Feng Che couldn't help laughing, but he also vomited blood.

Afterwards, he took out a black bottle on his body, poured out a elixir from it and swallowed it in one gulp, sat on the palace chair, squinted his eyes to feel the healing of internal injuries.

His squinted narrow eyes gradually released a little light. Seeing the picture above, Feng Ce was so nervous that he almost fell from the sky because of Wen Bie vomiting blood. He couldn't help laughing, and said: " waste."

Feng Ce hugged Wen Bie, and immediately stabilized his body and mind to control the fairy sword. Seeing the mountain flats and streams in front of him, he didn't want to continue to the southwest, so he immediately fell down and put the sword away.

As soon as Wen Bie's sword was put away, it automatically turned into a folding fan, Feng Ce held the fan and supported him to sit on the green grass.

At this moment, Wen Bie's face was pale and his breath was dying, his eyes were gray and dark, and after a while, he got better.

Then that pale face looked at Feng Ce, trying to bear it but couldn't help it, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Ah Ce, I'm in so much pain."

Feng Ce didn't know what to do for a while, and choked up as he watched him.

Seeing Feng Ce's uncomfortable appearance, Wen Bie couldn't help feeling distressed, a thought flashed across: "A Ce, I don't want this lingering body, it will only drag you down."

Hearing this, Feng Ce frowned, and scolded with distress: "I will take you out, what are you talking about? What do you think of me?"

Wen Bie suddenly grabbed Feng Che's hand holding the fan, and then wanted to lean in and kiss his lips.

Feng Ce was annoyed at his words, so he turned his head to avoid his kiss, and was about to say "If you still say that in the future, don't even try to kiss me", but he only said three words, and the folding fan became a dagger , Wen Bie pierced his heart with his hand and tears in his eyes.

Feng Ce was so startled that his eyes turned blood red instantly. He dared not accept that Wen Bie would end his life like this, let alone believe that a living person was about to die.

Trembling, he hugged him goodbye, covered the bleeding wound, and desperately wanted to use healing techniques, but in the end he could only do nothing to watch the blood in his heart stain the white clothes on his chest red.

Feng Ce felt that his breathing was almost stagnant, he regretted using that amulet so much, if it didn't work, he would be able to save Wen Bie now.

He was so angry at Wen Bie's self-assertion that his heart was about to burst with pain, his voice was trembling and choked, crying, angrily, and asked: "Wen Shi'an, what are you doing? Is there anything we can't discuss properly? I didn't mean I would take you out?"

Feng Ce couldn't stop crying, he never thought that Wen Bie would die, he is the protagonist in this world, he still has to ascend to immortality, and has a bright future.

But death always comes unexpectedly, just like when I was seven years old, I slept in the afternoon after school and woke up at six o'clock to eat the hot dinner made by my grandma, but only saw the cold corpse of my grandma.

Just like how he cried until he lost his breath back then, Feng Ce couldn't accept such a thing.

Situ Yun, Jing Feng and the others also followed at this time. Just as they landed and were about to walk over, they stopped in place when they saw this scene.

Jingfeng and Zhao Jingchen stared blankly, not knowing what happened to them at all, while Situ Yun subconsciously covered Ji's eyes and warned, "Children can't watch."

Wen don't laugh, he's still not completely dead at this time, he groped with his last strength to tear off the Qiankun bag from his waist, and then took off the Fangxin Arson Fingerblade from his hand, and put his fingertips into Feng Ce's palm, breathing Ruoyousi: "A Ce, I'll give you all, don't cry."

Feng Ce's tears fell on his cheeks and neck, seeing that he chose to die and leave, but still pretended to give him everything on his body, he slapped him away angrily, and the things fell on the grass.

"Wen Bie, don't you know that all I want is you, you want to live and stay with me, do you understand?"

Wen Bie's hand fell to the ground after being slapped, he still curled up his mouth and looked at Feng Ce with a smile, but his eyes were red with tears, then he raised his hand and pointed at his lips with difficulty, wanting Feng Ce to end up kiss him.

Feng Ce held his face with one hand, and hugged him with the other. With no place to wipe his tears, he tilted his head and wiped the tears from his face on the front of his arm, and asked Wen goodbye: "We will meet again, right?"

"Don't die, okay?"

"Ok?"

"Wen don't..."

At the end of the question, Feng Ce's voice was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

Wen Bie opened his lips slightly, as if he was talking about something, but Feng Ce couldn't hear his small voice clearly, so he moved his ear closer, and only heard three words.

"The sword is for you."

After finishing speaking, Wen Bie was so tired that his eyes were closed, and his hand was on the hilt of the sword in his heart. Suddenly, the blood-stained hand pulled out the sword stuck in his heart from the flesh and blood.

Feng Ce was hit again, and he panicked to cover his wounded heart.

The feeling of powerlessness is the hardest feeling, the worst feeling of life.

Wen Bie opened his eyes slightly, and took a last look at Feng Ce. The short sword he had just pulled out fell on the grass along with his weakened hand because he couldn't hold it any longer.

Feng Ce's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

But after seeing it, he calmed down a lot in an instant, and only made a hoarse voice, saying: "If I had known earlier, I would not have come down. I should have been using the sword to take you to the road to the netherworld, so that you would have no chance to commit suicide with the sword. I won't give you this chance..."

As if muttering to himself, the drooping eyelids couldn't cover the tears streaming down her face, and then, she gently moved close to Wen Bie's bloodless and pale lips, and dropped a kiss.

Looking up, he suddenly and strongly realized that Wen Bie was no longer there, and he was a little confused for a moment, not knowing what to do.

He laid the body that was cooling down in his arms on the grass, and when he wanted to lie down with him, Situ Yun's regretful voice sounded.

He said, "Young Master Wen is still here."

He squatted down and picked up the blood-stained dagger, and when the dagger was touched, it turned into a blood-stained folding fan.

Situ Yun handed the folding fan to Feng Ce, his eyes were gentle but firm, and he said to Feng Ce, who had a little hope, "Mr. Feng, you know that dead souls cannot live without the Magic Mirror City."

There were still tears in Feng Ce's red eyes, and when he looked up at Situ Yun, they just rolled down, and then he raised his hand to wipe away the tears.

Situ Yun continued: "Young Master Wen should know that even though he is dead, he can still stay, so he made this decision. The closer we are to the southwest, the more monsters will be. He chose to give you his cultivation, it should be to let you Not only can you protect yourself, but you can also find him faster, he is alone now, we have to find him before he is in danger."

Feng Ce asked: "Shouldn't the dead soul appear near the corpse? Why can't I feel anything? Is he still there?"

"Most of them appeared next to the corpses," Situ Yun replied earnestly, "but some, for some unknown reason, appeared directly in the ghost town, probably because of what the ghost king in the illusion mirror did."

Feng Ce: "Where is the ghost town?"

Situ Yun: "Southwest, near the Nether Road."

Feng Ce took the fan, picked up Wen Bie's finger blade and Qiankun bag on the ground, and then picked up Wen Bie's body.

Situ Yun pressed his shoulders and reminded him: "Even if the body is dead, the road is full of dangers, it is better to let it go."

Feng Ce said: "I will find him, he will need this body when he comes back. Magic Mirror City, he can't go in and out of a ghost, I have to take him out whole."

Jing Feng on the side hesitated to speak: "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Jingchen said: "Cousin, if you carry it like this, what should you do if the corpse stinks?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Zhao Jingchen, Feng Ce was also taken aback for a moment, and then said coldly: "It's not your turn to worry about me, Jingfeng, take care of your people."

Jing Feng hadn't seen Feng Ce lose his temper for a long time, so he shivered with fright, and immediately responded, "Good sir."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Zhao Jingchen behind him.

Zhao Jingchen lowered his head, although he knew that he had accidentally said something wrong just now, but what he said was the truth, and it was also for the sake of the other party, so he couldn't help being wronged.

After Feng Ce left, Jing Feng turned his head and wanted to reprimand him, but saw him with his head down, tears falling drop by drop, and swallowed the words again.

Jing Feng reached out to wipe his tears for him, and comforted him: "Next time you don't talk like I do, it's too sad to respect him at this time, he's only angry when you say that."

"I know." Zhao Jingchen nodded, his voice was still crying, and then wiped away his tears.

……

Feng Che never expected that Wen Bie would die as a sacrifice. Not only did he get rid of his control, but he also gave Feng Ce his cultivation base.

He was so angry that he stood up from the chair, clenched his fists, and smashed the picture above with his palm.

"Feng Ce, why can you get him so easily, you are dreaming!"

What he can't ask for, even if it is ruined, he will never let him be someone else easily.

Feng Che's face was almost distorted with hatred, because he could enter the magic mirror city freely, even if it was dangerous, he raised his hand without hesitation and opened a light door that could enter the magic mirror city, and then rushed in.

It's just that at the moment of rushing in, the body is left outside, and only the soul rushes in.

He then landed on the wall of a house in a ghost town.

The sky was gloomy, the wind was blowing intermittently, and the rolled up yellow leaves fell to the ground again.

The leaves are withered, the grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the surroundings are eerily quiet, without any vitality.

Feng Che jumped down from the wall, and instantly a wind rose on the ground, dozens of blasts of cold air came from all directions.

Feng Che's internal force shook out the ghost hiding in the dark.

They showed themselves, but they were not hurt by the impact, they looked at each other and besieged Feng Che, the uninvited guest.

Feng Che was having nowhere to vent his anger, when he bumped into these desperate people, he immediately grabbed one and threw the other away.

The last one realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, but was stopped by Feng Che, who pinched his neck: "Where is the ghost king?"

The ghost thought that Feng Che would spare him if he said it, so he pointed to a tall tower in the town.

Feng Che sneered, and squeezed it into pieces with force.

"A mere ghost king, dare to rob someone with this deity?"