Chapter 24: Saving the Demonic Villain 11

Xing Jian lay on his back on the black ice bed that Feng Chuqiu had prepared for him. Even though the bed was covered with a thick blanket, it could not resist the chills coming from the back of his neck.

"Damn Feng Chuqiu..." Xing Jian said viciously. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but even this small matter became difficult. Xing Jian, who was completely imprisoned, did not have any ability to resist at this time.

I was clearly trying to persuade him sincerely, but why did the villain suddenly turn evil and start playing the same imprisonment game as in the previous world?

Still trapped in the dark place, Xing Jian looked around at the environment in front of him, but he still didn't see Feng Chuqiu.

Just when Xing Jian was wondering where Feng Chuqiu had gone, the only exit in the room, the tightly closed door, was pushed open.

Seeing that familiar figure, Xingjian cursed the guy who was getting closer and closer a thousand times in his heart.

The figure seemed to have read Xingjian's thoughts. He stood in front of the bed, but placed his finger on Xingjian's lips. His voice was still gentle as before, saying, "Xiaoxing, you can't scold me. Don't even think about it in your mind."

Feng Chuqiu's drooping black hair rested on Xingjian's ear. The person in front of him was indeed the Feng Chuqiu he knew, but why did he always feel a little strange? It was clearly the same person in front of him, but Xingjian always felt that something was wrong.

They were clearly... last night, Xingjian shook his head and put aside the unhealthy thoughts.

Looking at Xing Jian's intriguing expression, Feng Chuqiu was surprised at the sharpness of the young man in front of him.

Those cold hands gently stroked Xing Jian's face. "Xiao Xing is indeed extremely intelligent, but why didn't I meet such a Xiao Xing? Why did that idiot meet her? They are obviously the same person, so why doesn't Xiao Xing want to appear in my world?"

The hands suddenly grasped Xing Jian's jaw with force, and the fingertips heavily rolled over the marks left on his body by Feng Chuqiu a few days ago. "You, you are not Feng Chuqiu." Xing Jian spoke intermittently with his neck pinched.

But Feng Chuqiu's face turned gloomy, and he whispered in Xingjian's ear: "Unfortunately, now I am him, and he is me."

From these small details, Xing Jian got a weird but extremely correct answer, that is, the guy in front of him was probably the "Feng Chuqiu" from the future, and the "Feng Chuqiu" in this world merged with him for some unknown reason, thus forming the blackened version of "Feng Chuqiu" in front of him.

How did this guy 004 find the world of difficult mode? I'm on vacation, not doing a real mission. And why is this guy so jealous? It's not like "Ming Feiyuan" from the previous world has returned. Although he wanted to roll his eyes at Feng Chuqiu in his heart, Xing Jian softened his heart when he saw Feng Chuqiu who was in paranoia.

"In a world without me, are you having a hard time?" Xing Jian wanted to raise his hand to touch Feng Chuqiu's face, but his arms were locked with chains and he couldn't touch the man's face.

Hearing Xingjian say this, he marveled at Xingjian's cleverness, but was also afraid that even these words were lies Xingjian told to make him let down his guard.

"Xiao Xing, no matter what reason you give, I will never let you go." Looking at the unmoved Feng Chuqiu, Xing Jian could only look up obediently and touch the man's forehead with the tip of his nose.

"I won't leave, because my wish is to be with Feng Chuqiu forever." Xing Jian's voice softened. He didn't struggle or get angry. He just stayed obediently by Feng Chuqiu's side.

"I will never leave, I will never leave." Feeling Feng Chuqiu's fingers wandering on his body, Xingjian prayed silently for his waist in his heart. In order to influence this guy in front of him, you have to hold on.

After experiencing the absurdity of last night again, Xing Jian was very accepting. After all, there was no daylight in the Demon Realm. After Feng Chuqiu extinguished the candle with a wave of his hand, even the most embarrassing scenery was completely obscured by the darkness.

After several days and nights, Xing Jian really couldn't bear it anymore. Every time he wanted to have a serious talk with Feng Chuqiu, Feng Chuqiu sealed Xing Jian's mouth with her lips as if she had anticipated something.

After experiencing such a night again, Xingjian decided that he could not go on like this. He could hold on by himself, but his poor old waist would soon give out.

"Feng Chuqiu, can you stop for a moment?" Xing Jian pushed his head buried in his neck.

Feng Chuqiu, who was woken up, opened his eyes and looked at Xing Jian with a gloomy look. His voice was particularly gentle: "Xiaoxing, what do you want to say? Do you want me to let you go? This is impossible. Xiaoxing, please stop asking these meaningless questions."

Looking at Feng Chuqiu who was asking and answering questions in front of him, Xingjian's anger that had been accumulated over the past few days completely erupted, and he slapped Feng Chuqiu on the head.

This slight pain brought Feng Chuqiu back to his senses from his fantasy. He looked at Xing Jian with an angry face and was about to speak when Xing Jian covered his mouth.

"First of all, I don't want to leave you. Please stop speculating about my thoughts. Whether you are a hundred years from now or you are now, you are still Feng Chuqiu, so there is no question of who I love more deeply. Finally, I need to rest. I have been in the Demon Realm for so long, and you have never brought me here to play."

Xing Jian finished speaking all these words in one go, and seeing that Feng Chuqiu didn't seem to be willing to refute him, he let go of his hand, but his eyes were still fixed on Feng Chuqiu.

Feng Chuqiu stared blankly at the Star Sword in front of him, opening his mouth slightly but unable to utter a word.

Then Xing Jian snapped his fingers, and the chains on his arms and ankles suddenly broke. "You're not just lying, Feng Chuqiu. My magical powers are not different at all. On the contrary, I have lived in that place of cultivation for thousands of years. These black iron chains can't hold a thousand-year-old spirit snake."

From the very beginning, Xingjian had the ability to escape, but he always stayed by his side. The thousand-year-old spirit snake, even the so-called spirit contract he had set up at the beginning, could not trap the person in front of him. The only thing that could trap the young man was one thing, and that was Feng Chuqiu himself.

Feng Chuqiu's eyes instantly became moist when he realized this. Whether it was a hundred years later or now, he had never been firmly chosen by anyone.

In the past, people gave up their mothers for love, gave up their national teachers for their spiritual roots, and gave up their masters for their cultivation. No one has ever stopped for someone like themselves.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxing, I was too scared." Feng Chuqiu's voice was particularly choked, and tears blurred his vision. He raised his hand and wiped away his tears desperately, not wanting Xingjian's figure to become blurred in his sight.