笔趣阁 > 都市言情 > 穿成雪妖病美人师尊后 > 第8章 哥哥?

皓月当空,寒风凛冽。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                那人背月而立,一身玄色奢华锦袍,头戴金冠,三千墨发尽收其中,随风而舞,周身气息内敛,却自带阴邪血腥之气。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘浑身冰凉,一颗心慌得六神无主,直接怔在当场。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                可即便如此,他也仍旧感受到了一道森寒的目光落在他身上,那种感觉,竟有种被毒蛇盯住的战栗感。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你很特别。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “跟本座走可好?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “妄想!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风厉喝一声,九霄剑应召而现,天地间瞬间被凌厉剑意充斥。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                感受到这股剑意,那魔修眼中浮现出几分趣味。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你不弱,可惜这种程度,不是本座的对手。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                魔修从空中缓缓落下,内敛的气息瞬间外放,强大的压迫感迎面而来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                空气中被淡淡的阴寒之气充斥,令人感之不适。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “将他交给本座,本座可饶你不死。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                话音刚落,合体期的强大威压降临在两人身上,雪清尘承受不住这股威压,脸色煞白,体内气血翻涌,顿时呕出一口血来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “轻尘!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风声音都颤了,连忙回头揽住雪清尘,周身灵力暴涨,剑气环绕,瞬间将雪清尘笼罩其中。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘调动体内力量抵抗那股威压,勉力直起身,他拂开沈无风的手,道:
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “我没事。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                声音虚弱无力,怎么可能没事,看着雪清尘越发憔悴的面容,沈无风心如刀割,他轻轻擦去雪清尘嘴角血液。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “对不起,是我没护好你。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风眼神沉了下来,周身杀气弥漫,九霄发出一道耀眼蓝光,转身便朝那魔修攻去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你竟敢伤他!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “沈无风!”见沈无风直冲那魔修而去,雪清尘霎时一惊,连忙抓住沈无风的手将他扯住。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你不能跟他打!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                见雪清尘眼中的担忧,沈无风心中微喜,可他并没有停下的意思。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “轻尘,这个人我来对付,你先离开这里。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘闻言,抓住沈无风的手不由自主的紧了几分,他整个人都冷了下来,看向沈无风的目光更是毫无温度。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “本君之前就说过,我与你没有任何瓜葛,本君不需要你保护,离开这里!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风却像是没有看到他眼中的冷意一般,甚至还对着雪清尘微微一笑,桀骜不驯的气质因着这个笑容都变得温柔了起来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “轻尘,我知道你在担心我,你是我的,谁都不能抢走,若有人想抢走你,那就必须踏着我的尸体过去。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                话音一落,雪清尘的身体便被一股柔和的力量托起,整个人不受控制的朝远处飞去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “沈无风!你做什么!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘见沈无风如此举动,心中慌乱更甚,那魔修修为已达合体期,沈无风根本不是他的对手。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                修真界中相差一个境界就是天壤之别,一个合体期初期的修士即使是面对十名分神后期修士都能应对自如,眼前这名魔修修为定然不止合体初期,沈无风与他对上,若魔修心生杀意,他必死无疑。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                想到原书中的剧情,雪清尘心就是一凉,若沈无风真的因他而死,那他这辈子都不会安心。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                可沈无风束缚在他身上的力量格外霸道,雪清尘一时挣脱不开,只能眼睁睁看着自己离他越来越远。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄静静地看着两人动作,并未阻止,好似丝毫不担心自己的猎物会逃走。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                他视线落在沈无风那张满脸杀气的脸上,道:
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “本座很佩服你的勇气。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “可惜了,你挡不住本座,那只雪妖,本座要定了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                似是感受到主人的怒气,沈无风手上九霄剑身轻颤,发出一阵阵清脆的剑吟之声,杀气漫天。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “那本君就杀了你!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
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                                雪清尘在被送离十里之后终于挣开身上束缚,当他欲极速朝沈无风的方向赶去时,空气中突然袭来一股股力量波涛,将下方的林木都拦腰折断。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                大地轻颤,下方飞禽走兽四处奔逃,雪清尘听见远处传来的激烈打斗声,感受到空气中袭来的魔气,心中一凉,瞬间朝沈无风所在的方向赶去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风不能有事!他不能死!
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘取出数颗灵丹服下补充体内消耗的灵力,将速度提升到极致。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                等他赶到时,之前还平静美丽的湖泊早已浑浊不堪,地面下限裂开数道裂缝,周围更是狼藉一片,空气中被剑气和森寒魔气充斥。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                护体罡气几乎都要被冲破,雪清尘却无暇顾及,他视线锁定在远处的乱石中,见那魔修飞身欲给满身鲜血的沈无风最后一击,他瞬间提力出现在沈无风上方,无边寒气扩散而出,一个巨大的冰盾出现在他身前,将玄霄那一击挡了下来。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                随着一声巨响传来,无数碎裂的冰从空中落下,雪清尘被那股力量反噬,猛咳一声,口中溢出鲜红血液,整个人直线下坠。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “轻尘!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风见到这一幕,目眦欲裂,用尽全力朝雪清尘坠落的身体飞去,欲将他接下,可有人比他更快,随着一道强大掌气袭来,沈无风的身体极速坠地,狠狠地砸进下方乱石中,荡起一地灰尘。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                强大的力量在他体内肆虐,沈无风抑制不住喷出一口鲜血出来,可他来不及管自身,抬头看向雪清尘的方向,强硬着要起身。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “轻尘……”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                如此重伤,连他手中的九霄剑都暗淡了几分。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘被那魔修抱在怀中,在之前那一击下,他体内伤势越发严重了些,可比起沈无风此刻的状态,那魔修之前那一招对他已经手下留情了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                他看向沈无风的方向,见他满身鲜血气息羸弱,眼中是掩饰不住的担心。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                一只冰凉的手掐在了他的下巴上,将他的脸强行转了过来,雪清尘的视线中便出现了一张邪气四溢的俊美脸庞。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                正是那魔修。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “看着本座。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                那魔修有着一双猩红的眼,身上带着股隐隐血腥的味道,整个人气息阴寒,令人不寒而栗。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄的视线在雪清尘脸上游移片刻,眼中突然露出一抹不明笑意来,“冰雪之心化形之妖,当世罕见,没想到竟被本座遇见了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “那你可就逃不掉了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                那只手在雪清尘脸上游移,那种冰凉感就如同一条毒蛇攀爬在他脸上,雪清尘一阵战栗,眼露嫌恶之色,一把打开玄霄的手,翻身离开他的怀抱,周身寒气激荡,朝玄霄袭去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                可他那点力量丝毫不被玄霄放在眼中,连他的身都近不了就被化解了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄双目蓦的一寒,他瞬间出现在雪清尘面前一手掐在他的脖子上,将他整个人提到自己面前,那双猩红的眼低垂看他,带着上位者的审视。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “本座对待不听话的猎物向来没有什么耐心,别逼本座对你动粗。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘脖子被紧紧掐住,喉咙刺痛不已,几乎无法呼吸。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                在绝对的力量压制面前,他没有丝毫反抗之力。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “轻尘!”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                沈无风见雪清尘被如此对待,心中怒火与杀气高涨,九霄剑霎时朝玄霄极速袭去,却在还没靠近玄霄一丈之内停在空中。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                九霄剑身巨颤,被一股无形的力量缚住,再也前进不了分毫。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄双目一凌,看向沈无风的眼神如同在看一个死物,他手上魔气凝聚,已经生了杀意。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                见此,雪清尘连忙抓住他的手,艰难道:
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “放了他……”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄手中魔气渐消,看向雪清尘迷离噙着水雾的眼眸,勾了勾唇。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “哦?那你说说,本座为何要放了他,给自己留下隐患这种事,不是本座的行事风格。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “我知道你想要什么,若他死了,你什么都得不到。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                魔修目光一寒,掐在雪清尘脖子上的手力道都加大了几分。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你在威胁本座?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “如果你还想得到我的力量,那你就要听我的,否则本君一死,你什么也得不到,想必这种后果,不是你想要的。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄闻言却是一笑,“只要本座想,多的是掌控你的方法,你威胁不了本座。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                因窒息,雪清尘的脸上渐渐充/血,脸色不再苍白,雪发银眸,精致的面容因此显得越发昳丽,好看得不似真人,衬上他唇上的血迹和羸弱的气息,整个人显得格外脆弱,好似下一刻就要这样碎了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄见他这模样,紧紧掐在他脖子上的手突然松了,他扣住雪清尘的腰,将他压向自己,看着他在自己怀中咳嗽急促呼吸的模样,红眸微沉,内中欲望渐生,他突然道:
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “放了他,本座有什么好处么?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘缓了缓,抑制住咳嗽的冲动,他缓缓道:
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你放了他,我跟你走。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                他抬眸看向玄霄,眼神渐渐平静下来,内中空无一物。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “听你的话……好么?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                美人的请求向来让人无法抵御,玄霄自认为自己不是心软之人,可如今在眼前这个人这种眼神语气下,他竟有些不忍拒绝。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                粗粝的指腹摸上雪清尘的脸,玄霄感受着那细腻柔软的触感,低声道:
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “你该感谢你有这么一张美丽的容颜,求人的模样,让人无法拒绝。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “本座今日就为你破例一次,不过……”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                玄霄红眸欲望浮现,他的手在雪清尘腰间摩挲,拇指覆上雪清尘柔软的唇,嗓音低沉沙哑,带着情欲的味道。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “要还的。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘触及到那毫不掩饰自己欲望的猩红双眼,心间一颤,顿时浑身冰凉,想到自己之后要面对的事,他甚至想就这样死在这。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                他没想到自己做了那么多,最后竟还是逃不过沦为魔修鼎炉禁脔的剧情。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                雪清尘强迫自己冷静下来,事情还没到最严重的时候,他肯定能想到办法解决的,可他还没想好应对之策,下一刻发生的事却让他本慌乱的心扩大至最大。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                他渐渐瞳孔发散,连身体都开始不受控制的颤抖了起来,比之前他落入魔修手中后表现得还要恐惧害怕。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                只听一声像是从遥远时空穿越而来纠缠了他大半生的熟悉声音在他耳边响起,带着微微的不敢置信和隐隐的……疯狂。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                                        
                                “哥哥?”

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