The villain of fast time travel, he wants to be good

Chapter 172, The wooden fish splits.
Qingxin's eyes were bloodshot and red, and the vines that bound him had been pulled straight by him.

Every time Qingxin felt more pain, she became more sober.

"Ah!!!" He was almost going crazy from the pain.

The vines he had tied himself up in advance couldn't bear the tension, and had begun to break from the middle. The branches scattered all over the ground were emerald green, in stark contrast to the two of them.

Qingxin's eyes showed an extremely strong unwillingness, he has already become a monk, and the man in the palace is still not at ease, does he have to kill him?

The pure-hearted and compassionate face is about to explode, one side is benevolent and moral, and the other side is strong unwillingness.

If possible, he really wanted to tell Nangong Wentian clearly that he had no interest in the throne, but Nangong Wentian was naturally suspicious, so he definitely wouldn't believe it.

He thought of taking his mother and concubine to hide from the world and not asking about world affairs from now on, but in the end he could only think about it, even if the emperor's woman died, she could only die in the palace.

Qingxin's face became more and more horribly distorted, and just when he almost lost control, Yunyan could suddenly move.

Before, she was just rubbed by him like a pillow, desperately releasing the pain, unwilling and entangled.

But Zai Yunyan suddenly hugged him back, and gently comforted him like a child with one hand behind his back.

Qingxin's distorted face froze, she was stunned in pain, and also carried a bit of uncontrollable evil spirit.

Yunyan comforted him for a long time before he saw clearly that the person in front of him was the woman who robbed him of the wooden fish, not...it was the wooden fish spirit.

After regaining consciousness with a pure heart, put your palms together and say silently: "Amitabha."

boom--

Yunyan was perfectly kicked away by him like a broken kite, and hit the cave wall before landing.

The interior of the cave is uneven, and there are some sharp stones.

There was a horrible bloodstain on her back, and the blood flowed to the ground along the wound.

"I'll go to his uncle, this dog villain, I will definitely let him not survive, not die!"

"The host is calm. After the villain is successfully captured, if you let him go east, he will never dare to go west. If you let him die, he will not steal his life."

Yunyan's original pain that was almost fainting was directly transferred by it, "Are you sure I am such a cruel person?"

Diandian squeezed out a polite smile, smiled without saying a word, it didn't want to comment on the personality of the host, it was afraid of being slapped in the face, after all, it had been slapped many times.

Interrupted by it, Yun Yan almost forgot about her current situation, she was sobbing, but unable to make any sound.

His hair was mixed with leaves and soil, and it was messy, and the blood on his body turned scarlet, and he was in a panic.

After Qingxin returned to normal, she untied the vines that had been tied up with a special technique, and after tidying up the monk's robes, she slowly walked in front of Yunyan.

He hated all women, except his concubine, and Nangong Qiannian.

If there are only two things that he hates the most in this world, then the first is Nangong Wentian, and the second is the white flesh of a woman, so that he will feel extremely disgusted whenever he gets close to it, regardless of whether it is a man or a woman.

Qingxin walked in front of Yunyan, without a trace of compassion in her eyes, "It will become a wooden fish."

Yun Yan: "..."

Do you think you are the Monkey King, and she herself is the Golden Cudgel, if you want the Golden Cudgel to be bigger, you can make it bigger, and if you want it to be smaller, you can make it smaller?
Facts have proved that it is really possible, Yunyan suddenly turned into a wooden fish prototype.

Qingxin bent down to pick her up, pinched the corner of her clothes and wiped the dirt on the wooden fish intimately. There was a scratch on the back of the wooden fish, and the glossy coating peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood.

Qingxin stopped her wiping hand, pursed her thin lips, and gently pulled out a softer cloth to gently wipe the soil in the wood.

Afterwards, Yunyan didn't receive any rude treatment from him, and he didn't throw Yunyan into the bag any more, instead he kept it in his hand all the time and went on his way.

When Qingxin walked to the city gate with the wooden fish, it seemed that the gate was under martial law. Soldiers in armor were holding calligraphy and painting to compare to passers-by.

Especially the monks are very careful. The calligraphy and painting show Qingxin wearing a monk's robe.

Qing Xin held the wooden fish and stood with one hand in front of her chest, her face was full of compassion.

In addition to the picture, there is a line of small characters beside the calligraphy and painting. She is more than eight feet tall, has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a red lotus mark between her eyebrows.

Yi Rongdan changed all of Qingxin's features, except the red lotus imprint on his eyebrows.

Qingxin took out the first kit, and there was a small note on it, which said to open it in case of accident.

After Qingxin opened it, inside was a bottle of elixir that exudes a faint fragrance, with intricate patterns of lotus patterns carved on it.

After Qingxin swallowed it, it immediately turned into a stream of cool air and rushed straight to his forehead. There was nothing for him to see his current appearance, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward.

When they came to him, surprisingly, no soldiers looked at him too much. They even treated him as an invisible person and almost ignored him.

The soldiers walked past him to check whether the hair of the people behind him was genuine. The people whose hair was being pulled struggled and asked, "Officer, it's not too young. The one in front hasn't been checked yet."

"Where did you come from? You are the only one who talks too much. I think you are the most suspicious. Let me check to see if there is anything suspicious about you."

"That's right, there's no one in front of you, don't waste our time, everyone is still in a hurry." The people behind the man also echoed what the soldier said, and they all felt that the man was making trouble for no reason.

The soldier roared viciously, and the common people who had been honest people all their lives did not dare to say anything, they could only be dragged by him in aggrieved and dazed manner.

Qingxin traveled unimpeded all the way, and the soldiers around him almost turned a blind eye to him.

He also felt relieved, the pill should reduce his sense of existence, and he walked forward swaggeringly, when he was about to approach the door, there was a sudden stern voice.

"stop!"

Qing Xin paused in place calmly, the general next to him walked over with a sword crackling, he was tall and big, and the noise when he walked was like thunder.

"What are you doing? Why don't you go to the line to pass?"

Confirm that he is talking to himself, and stand still with a pure heart, "Amitabha, what is the important thing for the donor?"

The general was murderous, and his eagle eyes scanned him intently. He took out a calligraphy and painting from his arms and looked at Qingxin carefully.

After comparing all the characteristics of the people in the painting with Qing Xin one by one, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

"Thank you sir."

Xu Yi stood behind Qing Xin without saying a word. He felt very familiar to him, but his face was very strange.

Xu Yi casually summoned a bodyguard, "Follow that monk."

"Yes!"

When Qingxin entered the city, he walked towards the most gloomy place, others avoided Yizhuang like snakes and scorpions, but since he came down from the mountain, every time he came to a city, he would go to Yizhuang first.

White silk and white lanterns are hung in front of the gate of Yizhuang all the year round, and the corpses piled up here are all those who died in the city but were not claimed.

Qingxin walked to the door, but stopped. There was so much resentment here that it almost enveloped Zhuangzi.

In the past, although other Yizhuang had resentment, it would not be too much, and he could dissipate the resentment without much effort.

Even some lingering resentment in Yi Zhuang would disappear as long as he stood there.

(End of this chapter)