Kill That Villain!

Disrupted by the sound of birdsong, Ling Feng squinted and stretched.

After rushing through the manuscript for half a night, his eyes are still a little dry. If he goes on like this, the problem of his high myopia should be aggravated again.

"Huh? Where are the glasses?"

After yawning, he returned his hand and touched the head of the bed twice, but the place where he started was soft, not the feeling that a hardwood bed should have at all!

Instantly awake, Ling Feng looked up at the head of the bed.

But there is only a layer of white curtains in front of you, and there is no wooden bedside and bedside table!

The birds chirped more and more tactfully, the ancient windows engraved with plum and bamboo were held up high, the breeze was blowing, the petals floated through the window, and fell on the piano platform below, finely shattered and fragrant.

"This is not my room..."

Ling Feng's mind was a little confused.

He is a student, he is a junior, his family is ordinary, and he earns living expenses by writing online articles.

In order to have a better creative environment, I shared a small apartment with others outside the school.

The apartment is not big, only about 50 square meters. He and his roommate each occupy a bedroom. Except for class time, he rarely goes out, and most of the time he spends his time in the bedroom and devotes himself to creating.

The competition in the online text market is fierce, and it is even more difficult for newcomers to stand out. In order to have more room for development, he wrote women's frequent articles, and never looked back on the creative road of abusing the heroine.

Just last night, he was desperately coding to earn more money for the manuscript, and he climbed into bed until he was too sleepy to take it anymore.

He has to go to school during the day, and the only time he can use is holidays and evenings, which is basically the same every night.

So, did you die suddenly in bed?

Ling Feng's heart sank a little when he thought of his parents who were busy making a living. If they found out that they were dead, they would be very sad...

"Forget it, that's it, let's figure out this new identity first."

There was no extra memory in his mind, and he didn't have the slightest understanding of this strange world. He got up from the big soft bed, and Ling Feng picked up the shoes and put them on his feet.

The shoes are black leather boots with obvious hand-stitched marks.

His eyes glanced around, and soon, he locked on the bronze mirror behind the curtain.

The bronze mirror is one person tall and is oval in shape as a whole, with a hollowed-out shape at the edge, which is polished very brightly.

Quickly walking to the bronze mirror, after seeing the unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror, Ling Feng became more and more sure that he really had passed through.

In the mirror, he has a golden and jade-carved wreath on his head, wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe, sword-like eyebrows and star-shaped eyes, and has an extraordinary temperament. Compared with the public face that he usually throws in the crowd, he can't find it, it is completely two extremes.

"This skin is not bad, it's just this identity..."

With this in mind, Ling Feng looked away and continued to search the room.

The room is very large, with a total area of ​​200 square meters, and the decoration is also very simple. Except for the screen at the door of the big bed behind and the piano platform opposite, there is only a long table and a piece of furniture.

The room was spotlessly cleaned, and the pen and ink books on the long case were neatly arranged. The books Ling Feng had read were all ancient and classics. The characters were not much different from modern Chinese characters, but they could be understood.

It's just that after searching for so long, he couldn't find any information related to the original owner. Ling Feng felt a little anxious in his heart.

"This house is so tidy, there must be someone cleaning it at ordinary times. If you can't find out the identity of the original owner before they arrive, they will definitely reveal their faults!"

Looking around again, after confirming that there was nothing missing, Ling Feng's eyes fell to the door.

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Feng bypassed the screen and pushed open the door to the outside.

In the courtyard, peaches and plums are in full bloom, and every now and then there is one or two beast roars coming from the depths of the peaks.

The house where he is located is a separate one, with a simple and elegant shape with a sense of age.

Not far behind this house, there are several other houses scattered among the rocks and rocks, but the scale is much smaller than the one in front of him.

His eyes crossed the house and moved to the other side of the rock wall. When he saw the large characters engraved on it, Ling Feng was stunned on the spot!

"The ninth peak?!"

The ninth peak is the name in the novel he is writing now. Considering the surrounding environment, Ling Feng has a vague guess about where he has traveled to.

It's just that he can't be sure just based on a few big characters. After all, repeated place names also happen from time to time.

While thinking about it, the sound of footsteps sounded, Ling Feng turned his head to look, but saw a woman in a light blue dress walking from the back of the house with a tray!

The woman has a slender figure and delicate facial features, her palm-sized face looks a little pale, and although the light blue dress is very old, it has been washed very cleanly.

"Master, dinner is ready."

This title made Ling Feng's heart beat twice.

"Well, let's put it in the house."

Responding vaguely, Ling Feng returned to the room and sat down behind the long table.

And at this time, the woman also placed the items in the tray in front of him one by one.

The food is very simple, a bowl of porridge, two side dishes and a pot of tea.

"What's your name?"

When Ling Feng asked this sentence, the woman was obviously a little surprised, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Disciple, Chang Yaoye."

After the woman finished speaking, she bowed and stepped aside, but Ling Feng's heart couldn't calm down any more.

If the previous words about the ninth peak were a coincidence, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Then the appearance of this woman named Chang Yaoye made all his guesses come true.

"Senior brother, what's going on recently?"

"The disciple's status is low, and he doesn't know the movements of the other peaks."

The woman's words made Ling Feng's body froze, but he quickly asked, "What day is it today?"

"February fifteenth."

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The spoon in his hand fell on the table, cold sweat oozes out of Lingfeng's forehead, and a huge wave is set off in his heart!

At this time, his mind was blank, only the words February 15, Ninth Peak, Shizun, and Chang Yaoye kept colliding in his mind.

These words are the words in the female novel he is writing.

Chang Yaoye is the heroine in his writings, and the ninth peak is where the book brings endless hardships to the heroine.

On the fifteenth day of February, it was the day when the ninth peak's hostess, the mistress, and the master went mad.

On this night, the heroine Shizun completely absorbed the Xuanyin True Qi that she had cultivated so hard, and her mother died because the heroine didn't rescue her in time.

At this moment, Ling Feng can finally confirm who the original owner's new identity is!

Ling Feng, the master of the ninth peak of Lingxiao Sect, the master of the heroine Chang Yaoye, a villain who was tortured and killed for forty-nine days, and after his death, his soul was captured in the cesspool of Yongzhen!

His gaze fell on the dropped spoon. When he saw the bowl of clear porridge in front of the spoon, Ling Feng's pupils suddenly shrank.

If he remembered correctly, this spiritual porridge was manipulated.

The original owner, Ling Feng, drank this bowl of spiritual porridge, and the fire poison broke out in an all-round way. The heroine, Chang Yao, Ye Heihua started from this night.

And the villain Ling Feng also started from this night and went to a mortal ending.

You can't drink this bowl of porridge, and Chang Yaoye can't stay at Ninth Peak tonight!