Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

After leaving the house, Wen Xuan set a ban.

He walked side by side with Zhao Xuan, and the two of them walked towards the entrance of the village. After careful calculation, if he was really going to be attacked, he should be on this road.

However, Wen Xuan still can't figure it out. How did the junior brothers fall into this trap during such a short journey?

From the beginning to the end, he had been by his side. The five of them walked together and never separated. Neither he nor Chu You were affected, but the three of them suddenly had an attack.

Zhao Xuan looked at the increasingly thick white mist, stretched out his hand, and quickly grabbed Wen Xuan's sleeves, "This white mist seems to be flowing, and it is getting heavier. If it goes on, the two of us will get separated at any time, hold on tight to me." sleeves.”

Wen Xuan was startled. Before he could ask Zhao Xuan why he was grabbing his sleeve, the other party said this first. Wen Xuan knew the priorities and understood that Zhao Xuan's words made sense.

Naturally, he didn't bother with the issue of grabbing the sleeves, and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Xuan's sleeves with his backhand. The two grabbed each other and groped forward in the thick white mist.

Wen Xuan vaguely felt that he smelled a faint fragrance, like a natural fragrance. It was very light and shallow, and he couldn't tell what the fragrance was.

Judging from the direction in which the scent gradually drifted, it should have come from Zhao Xuan. Anyone else would have thought that a grown man wearing a sachet would not look like a Taoist cultivating immortality.

But Wen Xuan didn't think so. This fragrance fit Zhao Xuan inexplicably, as if he should be like this.

All I can say is that he doesn't hate it, and even thinks it smells pretty good.

Zhao Xuan suddenly said, "Did you have it when you entered the village?"

Wen Xuan's thoughts were interrupted without warning, and his eyes flashed unconsciously.

"The reaction of the villagers here was really strange. When we came in, they stared at us at the entrance of the village without saying a word. There was a hint of defense and hatred in their eyes, as if they would pounce on us in the next moment and kill us. Get out."

In fact, now that I think about it carefully, the reaction of the villagers in this village may also be closely related to the abnormality in the village!

However, Wen Xuan still couldn't understand that even if the people's attitude towards immortal cultivators was not very enthusiastic, after encountering such a strange thing, they should still put their hope in them...

Even if we don't welcome their arrival, we shouldn't be so repulsive...

Could it be that something else happened in the meantime that they didn't know about?

Before Wen Xuan expressed his doubts, Zhao Xuan took the first step and expressed his guess, which was highly consistent with what Wen Xuan thought.

This made Wen Xuan unconsciously tighten the sleeves of Zhao Xuan's robe, and his face was slightly tilted to the side where Zhao Xuan was speaking. Through the white mist, he could only vaguely see Zhao Xuan's chin.

It's vague and can't be seen clearly.

This scene was inexplicably like seeing flowers through the fog. Wen Xuan had rarely been so intimate with others, holding onto each other's sleeves.

Zhao Xuan felt that Wen Xuan was now well-behaved and easy to talk to, and it was particularly interesting to tease him.

However, in fact, Wen Xuan was not as easy to talk to in Yunxiao Sect as Zhao Xuan imagined. He was also the sect leader's direct disciple, ranking third, and he usually had to teach other disciples morning exercises.

If you have a too gentle temper, how can you suppress the junior brothers and sisters below?

Wen Xuan had only been in the sect for ten years, and he had just reached the top level last year. With his absolute talent, he became the direct disciple of the sect master. In just ten years, his strength had become number one among the younger generation.

With such a talent, if Wen Xuan hadn't been practicing in seclusion three years ago and had not left seclusion, he would have definitely been selected to participate in the sect competition.

Therefore, Zhao Xuan's views on Wen Xuan are entirely from his personal perspective. As everyone knows, Wen Xuan has always been known as the coldest third brother in the sect who is the least talkative and a crazy practitioner.

Even Chu You couldn't help but feel that Senior Brother Wen is particularly easy to talk to today, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that strong people are destined to be attracted to strong people, and even feel sympathy for each other!

Zhao Xuan noticed Wen Xuan's gaze, suddenly turned to look at the people around him, and teased with a half-smile, "What? Do you think I'm particularly good-looking? You've never seen anyone better-looking than me?"

Wen Xuan, "..."

He peeked at the bag he was caught with, and didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, he replied slowly, "It's okay, yes."

Zhao Xuan was just teasing Wenxuan, but when he heard Wenxuan's answer, he couldn't help but think of... the "person" who made Wenxuan, who later became the Demon Lord, want to be resurrected at all costs.

His eyebrows twitched unconsciously, and he asked without thinking, "Who is it? I want to see it!"

Facing Zhao Xuan's questioning, Wen Xuan turned his head slowly, and the two looked at each other in the thick fog.

He answered slowly again, "Me."

Zhao Xuan, "..."

His eyes paused for a moment on Wen Xuan's enchanting face, which could be called a monster. Finally, he glanced at the looming little mole of tears and chuckled.

"Okay, I'll give in."

Zhao Xuan's articulation is clearly clear, but it gives people a hazy feeling, as if every word he says has a deeper meaning.

Ranxiao's words had an indescribable tenderness.

The tips of Wen Xuan's ears felt inexplicably itchy, and the fingers that grabbed Zhao Xuan's sleeves unconsciously curled up a few times, and then gently rubbed them, thinking to himself, this man really loves to laugh...

He has never seen anyone who loves to laugh more than Zhao Xuan. Could it be because Xuantian Sect's rules are looser than Yunxiao Sect's, so he doesn't need to lead his junior brothers and sisters to practice swordsmanship, so he has developed such a laughing temperament? ?

Through the mist, Zhao Xuan couldn't see Wen Xuan's red ears as clearly as before this time, but even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine it.

Compared to the Demon Lord Wenxuan who slapped Zhao Xuan at every turn and forced him to vomit blood, he should not be too cute and innocent at this time.

She is so well-behaved that she looks like a college student who has not yet left campus. There is no bad smell on her body, which makes people want to get started immediately and pinch her fair and beautiful face.

As soon as Zhao Xuang thought this, he felt the mist flowing violently, faster than before, as if this mist was born with intelligence.

Without saying a word, he pulled Wen Xuan back with his toes slightly touching the ground. The long sword in his hand was not unsheathed. With a slight wave, a sharp white sword light immediately struck into the air.

Wen Xuan wanted to take action, but Zhao Xuan's movements were too fast, so he... obediently grabbed Zhao Xuan's sleeves and let him take action.

Zhao Xuan and the two quickly retreated to avoid the airflow that was attacking them. The airflow opened up and turned into an invisible ball. The direction of the attack was right between the two of them.

This kind of following like a shadow makes them very annoying. Even if they are dispersed by hand, they will still continue to gather together the next moment.

Zhao Xuan, "..." What a terrible thing.