One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.24

　　When he heard the sound coming from the room, Zhuang Qingwen couldn't help but froze, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

　　Although he did not deliberately hide his aura and footsteps just now, for a person like him who has achieved some success in practice, some things have already been integrated into his bones and blood. At this moment, Wei Chengze has lost his cultivation and is no different from an ordinary person who has never embarked on the path to immortality. Logically speaking, he should not be aware of the movement he makes while walking.

　　It seems that the forcibly suspended formation did produce some mutations in Wei Chengze, otherwise he would not have been able to do such a thing.

　　However, for others, it can be called a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but for this young man, it is far less painful than the pain caused by being left behind.

　　I don't know if such a temperament is good or bad when it comes to cultivating immortality.

　　The steps under his feet paused slightly, Zhuang Qingwen's eyes lingered on the closed door for a while, and finally he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

　　Although it was not intentional, if you really want to talk about it, Wei Chengze's injury is inseparable from Zhuang Qingwen. Therefore, even though the matter in the secret realm has come to an end for the time being, he still did not leave, but stayed on the Tianqian Peak.

　　On the contrary, Tang Mo, after confiding his feelings last time, seemed to not know how to get along with Wei Chengze, so he found a random excuse and went down the mountain.

　　The slightly cool night breeze blew in through the opened door. Wei Chengze's body shook involuntarily and he wrapped his robe tighter.

　　Without the meager cultivation of the original owner, Wei Chengze is now a truly ordinary person. Moreover, due to the serious injury he suffered not long ago, his body is very weak. If he is not careful, he may fall ill. This was one of the reasons why An Yingsheng had not allowed him to use his spiritual power, which would put an additional burden on his body.

　　Of course, now that he has reshaped his bones, if Wei Chengze starts to practice again, he will naturally go much more smoothly than before. Before he condenses the golden elixir, he will not even encounter any bottlenecks in practice.

　　The difference brought by talent and bones is so huge.

　　"Can't sleep?" Zhuang Qingwen turned around after closing the wooden door to block the night wind. With a flick of his finger, the unburned candle on the table suddenly lit up, and the flickering candlelight cast a hazy halo on the scene in front of him.

　　Wei Chengze turned his head and looked at Zhuang Qingwen coming over, and responded softly without saying anything. Such behavior can be called disrespectful, but Zhuang Qingwen didn't pay too much attention to it. Although his heart is not very generous, he can still understand the feelings of a child who is physically and mentally traumatized.

　　What's more, he had no intention of harming Wei Chengze, but in the end he almost died. Zhuang Qingwen could not help but feel a trace of guilt in his heart. It was this trace of guilt that made him choose to stay.

　　If not, it would be enough for him to send something beneficial to Wei Chengze's injury. There is no need to pay attention to Wei Chengze's condition every day like An Yingsheng did.

　　"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else on your body?" Zhuang Qingwen asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

　　Wei Chengze's injuries have mostly healed, but because he suffered mostly internal injuries and a lot of blood and essence were depleted, he can only slowly recuperate and recuperate. Naturally, his body cannot be as refreshed as before. Not to mention, Wei Chengze has not yet cultivated himself and will be affected by the gradually cooler climate.

　　"Yes." After hearing Zhuang Qingwen's question, Wei Chengze raised the corner of his mouth, grinned at him, raised his finger and pointed at his heart, "Here." 

　　He was so uncomfortable that he almost died.

　　Sometimes, Wei Chengze even wonders if it would have been better if he died directly at the hands of that spiritual beast. At least he wouldn't have to think about what An Yingsheng did over and over again after that. Come on, what does it mean?

　　When he saw Wei Chengze saying such words with a bright smile, Zhuang Qingwen felt his heart twitch for some reason, and suddenly there was a sour feeling.

　　This inexplicable feeling made Zhuang Qingwen feel a little funny.

　　Even though the development of things now is somewhat different from what he originally expected, his original plan was to make the person in front of him fall in love with An Ying and achieve his own goal. In a sense, the result he wanted has been perfectly achieved.

　　It's a pity that because of Wei Chengze's near-death situation and An Yingsheng's temperament, no matter what Wei Chengze's attitude is in the future, he will never be able to let go of his apprentice.

　　But similarly, An Yingsheng's feelings will not be conveyed easily.

　　It's really... the result of harming others but not benefiting oneself.

　　Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingwen's smile couldn't help but bring out a bit of bitterness.

　　If he had known it would turn out like this, he might as well not have thought about it. Not only did he fail to get any benefits, but he and An Yingsheng became estranged.

　　After all, he was the one who proposed to take Wei Chengze to the secret realm in the first place, and it was for him that An Yingsheng later made the move to leave Wei Chengze alone. Even though An Yingsheng knew in his heart that it was not his fault, human emotions were not something that reason could control.

　　Sighing softly, Zhuang Qingwen looked at Wei Chengze and said softly: "I'm sorry."

　　Even Zhuang Qingwen himself couldn't distinguish how sincere and how false this apology was.

　　As if he didn't expect Zhuang Qingwen to suddenly say such words, Wei Chengze was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of reaction he should make. After a while, he spoke, but it was not in response to what Zhuang Qingwen said just now: "How did Uncle Zhuang and Master know each other?"

　　Hearing Wei Chengze call him, Zhuang Qingwen suddenly wanted to laugh. He thought of the undisguised hostility in the boy's eyes when they first met, and the possessiveness clearly written on his face - just like a child declaring ownership of something, there was a sense of Cute with open teeth and claws.

　　Zhuang Qingwen thought of Wei Chengze's eyes dimming little by little when he was scolded by An Yingsheng. Like extinguished stars, slowly being swallowed by darkness.

　　Maybe it was because he and Wei Chengze had lost the reason to confront each other, or maybe it was because the light in the eyes of the young man in front of him was so distressing that Zhuang Qingwen's heart actually felt a little sore.

　　No matter when, this kind of stubborn unwillingness to change feelings can always make people move.

　　Inexplicably, Zhuang Qingwen was a little envious of An Yingsheng. At least there is such a person, even if he is deeply hurt, he still wants to know everything about him, not wanting to miss a single bit.

　　Turning his head slightly to avoid Wei Chengze's gaze, Zhuang Qingwen let out a long breath and began to think about how to tell Wei Chengze about the past.

　　In fact, it was not such a beautiful and memorable first acquaintance. To be honest, at that time, he was still a little embarrassed.

　　In order to find materials that were beneficial to his practice, he provoked a strange beast whose cultivation level far exceeded his own. Although he managed to escape, his appearance was definitely not much better.

　　It was at that time that he met An Yingsheng who was traveling abroad.

　　Zhuang Qingwen's first impression of An Yingsheng was not very good, not only because when they first met, the other party stared at his face and was stunned for a while, but also because after he had gone through so much trouble to get his After getting the materials needed for practice, the other party casually took out a lot of materials from the storage ring and gave them to him as if they were some useless things.

　　Although he later became acquainted and knew that the other party's actions had no other meaning, Zhuang Qingwen still clearly remembered the feeling of being slighted at that time.

　　But anyway, the two got to know each other after that. Later, due to some things, we also had some contacts, and the relationship gradually became closer.

　　Wei Chengze sat on the head of the bed, leaning towards Zhuang Qingwen's side, quietly listening to the other person's narration. An Yingsheng, whom he had never known before, became clear with each word of Zhuang Qingwen's words.

　　He is indifferent, upright and stubborn, and unreasonable. He is like an immortal who has nothing to do with the world. Only when he gets along with Tang Mo and Zhuang Qingwen, do he show some human emotions.

　　The person Zhuang Qingwen mentioned was so different from the person Wei Chengze knew that Wei Chengze was unable to connect him with the person who kept a group of hens running around outside his house. stand up.

　　Wei Chengze rarely interrupted, only looking at Zhuang Qingwen with unblinking eyes. That concentration made Zhuang Qingwen's mood complicated.

　　Perhaps it is always more worrying when a child who has always been noisy suddenly becomes quiet. Ever since Wei Chengze woke up from a coma, he seemed to have been a lot quieter. Even though he often had a smile on his face, the smile lacked the eye-catching appeal of the past, like an imperfect mask. , which makes everyone who sees it feel sad.

　　Looking away, a wry smile appeared on Zhuang Qingwen's lips.

　　It was obviously his plan at the beginning, but now he feels guilty because of the results in front of him. It's really a cat crying over a mouse, which makes people laugh.

　　No longer talking about An Yingsheng, Zhuang Qingwen was silent for a while before speaking again: "You..." However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wei Chengze.

　　"Whether it's talent, life experience, or luck, Uncle Zhuang is much better than me." When Zhuang Qingwen looked at him because of his words, Wei Chengze's eyes seemed to be able to see through him. "Why are you afraid of me?"

　　He is not good at calculating such things, but after all, he grew up in the mundane world, and it is impossible for him to be as uncontaminated as An Yingsheng about this kind of thing. And at certain times, people can always think clearly about things that they could not see clearly before.

　　His eyes widened slightly, and Zhuang Qingwen couldn't describe what he was feeling at the moment.

　　It was as if something he had carefully hidden had been suddenly lifted off the white cloth, and exposed so suddenly that he couldn't even react in time.

　　However, Wei Chengze did not stop there. He looked into Zhuang Qingwen's eyes and asked word for word: "Without those things, wouldn't you be able to get what you want?"