Wen Xiao leaned against the bed with a decadent face, and there were empty wine bottles placed around him. The smell of wine in the room made people feel a little disgusting.
The Light-Winged Angel was taken back into the Spiritual Reign by him. This was probably the first time he forced him into the Spiritual Reign without regard to the feelings of the Light-Winged Angel.
"No wonder the palace master always said that wine is a good prescription for helping the world, wine is poison to penetrate the intestines. As long as you get drunk, there will be floods everywhere."
Wen Xiao's mouth was vague, his clothes were wet with wine, his eyes were blurred, his hair was messy, and he looked like a sloppy alcoholic.
I'm empty and I don't think about anything.
This feeling is so comfortable.
This was his first time drinking. He felt bad at first, but the more he drank, the more he drank, the more he drank, the more he drank, the more he drank, the more he drank, the more he drank, the more he had, his tongue began to numb, and there were several more ghosts in front of him.
Wen Xiao smiled and fell asleep deeply.
Logically speaking, if you are so drunk and completely empty, your second personality will definitely take this opportunity to make trouble, but it doesn't.
Obviously he was severely suppressed by the immortal in the pot, and it was probably a long time since Ansheng.
At this time, a slight noise came from the courtyard.
Wen Xiao was suddenly awakened, a flash of light burst out from his eyes, and holy light burst out all over his body. He suddenly shattered the walls of the house and rushed out directly.
Even though he was drunk by himself, his instinctive reaction forced him to wake up.
The spiritual energy cultivated in "Bei Ming Yin and Yang Inspiration" spontaneously and quickly runs around for one day, and eliminates all the alcoholic energy in your body without leaving any remaining.
Wen Xiao gritted his teeth. I finally chose to indulge myself in anesthesia. Where did the little thief come from entering my courtyard?
"Who!" Wen Xiao broke out of the wall, and a figure fled in a panic, leaving only a crystal mark like a snowflake on the wall.
Wen Xiao was shocked.
The mark of Beiming Palace!
Wen Xiao quickly bloomed behind his back, and his wings flapped away, and his body seemed to turn into light and flew out, with the speed that could not be seen clearly at the naked eye.
Although Qi Ling is a relatively auxiliary type, Wen Xiao is definitely not weak even if he relies on his own spiritual power.
After all, he is the descendant of Beiming Palace.
How can it be weak?
Wen Xiao caught up with the figure, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He growled: "Who are you and where did the mark come from."
The man's name is Chen Andao, who looks very ordinary. He is of medium strength in Qianlongyuan, acts low-key and does not attract attention.
Chen Andao said calmly: "I have no malice towards you, please don't get me wrong. This is the family's order. The family asked me to leave a snowflake mark, saying it was to remind you."
Wen Xiao's body shook slightly, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.
"Why?" Wen Xiao asked.
Chen Andao shook his head: "I don't know either. It is said that a mysterious person who has friendship with his family asked me to do this."
Mysterious man...
Wen Xiao knew that he must be the immortal in the pot.
"You go." Wen Xiao said.
Chen Andao turned around and left.
He is just a errand-runner.
Sure enough, with the ability of the immortal in the pot, there is definitely a way to affect Qianlongyuan, and asking someone to deliver a letter is just the simplest step.
Wen Xiao returned to his courtyard and stared at the snowflake marks on the walls.
He knew what the immortal in the pot wanted to do, just to remind himself of what he had said.
"If you kill Rosen, I will agree to your request."
The words of the immortal in the pot kept flashing through my mind.
Wen Xiao laughed at himself: I'm sober and it's time to face the reality.
With a casual wave, the alcohol in the room was completely dissipated, and his whole body returned to his usual appearance. His clothes were clean and spotless, but there was a little more worry in his eyes.
He once made a great wish to save the gods of the beasts and save all the people. Otherwise, he would fall into the abyss and suffer the pain of extreme cold and trapped the body forever.
The divine beast who has been guarding Beiming Palace for thousands of years is about to die. Once it dies, Beiming Palace will fall into the abyss of the Beihai, and countless people will die.
Thinking of countless people crying and burying themselves in Beihai, Wen Xiao felt a pain in his heart.
"But……"
Wen Xiao really doesn't know what to do.
If it weren't for Luo Sen, he wouldn't have been able to see the immortal in the pot, and the two of them could have shared hardships and had a very strong relationship.
In order to save the divine beast, Wen Xiao was even willing to sacrifice his life and soul.
But he really doesn't want to fight with Luo Sen.
Besides, I may not be able to beat him.
Time passed, and Wen Xiao wandered aimlessly in Qianlongyuan. Although the scenery in front of him was good, it could not cause any turmoil in his heart.
Wen Xiao summoned the light-winged angel, and the holy little angel flew around him, with a pure smile, extremely pure.
"What do you think I should choose?" Wen Xiao asked.
The light-winged angel tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand.
"Forget it, it's useless to ask you."
Wen Xiao walked and looked up, but found that he had walked to Luosen's courtyard without realizing it.
He dared not get close.
It seemed as if there were some floods and beasts hiding there.
Wen Xiao hesitated and fell into tangle. At this time, a trace of darkness seemed to be stained with on the wings of the light-winged angel.
Holy light, because of this darkness, became much dimmed.
Wen Xiao's face changed slightly as he watched all this.
"Hahahaha, I'm coming out again." A wild and arrogant laughter sounded from Wen Xiao's heart: "It's just a fairy in the pot, but I can't suppress me."
"You... go back quickly." Wen Xiaojing concentrated and prepared to suppress the second personality back. But suddenly realized that the power of the second personality was so powerful this time.
So powerful that he cannot suppress himself.
"Is it very strange?" A joke sounded in Wen Xiao's heart.
Wen Xiao took a deep breath: "What did you do?"
"What did I do? Why don't you ask what you did yourself?" The second personality sneered: "If you really don't want me to come out, how could I break through the shackles set by you and the immortal in the pot at the same time?
You are calling me out."
Wen Xiao was shocked: "What are you kidding, how could I..."
"Don't lie to yourself. You can lie to others, you can't lie to me, because I am you."
Wen Xiao's eyes gradually covered with a layer of haze, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His master's personality was completely suppressed for the first time.
"Your heart is in chaos."
"You dare not make a choice, so you choose to escape."
"But I am the personality you were born out of escaping from your own incompetence. If you choose to escape, you choose me."
"You ask yourself, are you really struggling? Aren't you eager for me to help you make choices you don't want to make?"
Wen Xiao's body trembled slightly.
The power of resistance is extremely weak.
"Yes, I chose to escape. Actually, I was eager for you to help me make a choice. Maybe what you said was right."
"I actually made a choice long ago, but I just didn't want to admit it. Haha, I'm such a hypocritical person."
"How can a person like me be worthy of the angel of light wings that is extremely holy, incarnated by light."
"call……"
"Leave it to you."
In Wen Xiao's sea of consciousness, it seemed as if a shiny shadow gradually dimmed, and then he fell into the abyss without any resistance.
"Hahaha, you coward."
Wen Xiao suddenly burst into laughter, but his smile soon calmed down. A ray of pain and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the light-winged angel beside him had completely changed.
A cold angel with black wings and broken wings appeared, withering, bleak, dead and silent, and a desperate aura intertwined.
"Leave it to me." Looking at the sky, Wen Xiao murmured to himself.