After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Qi Jing lowered his head, saw from Yan Zhilan's dark eyes the spirit sword less than two inches on his neck, as if in a dream, said in disbelief: "You want to kill me with this?"

As soon as Qixing was summoned, Yan Zhilan realized something was wrong.

At this time in his previous life, he had already cultivated the Seven Stars of his natal spirit sword, so when he was running his spiritual power, he noticed the strange fluctuations in the spiritual sea, and immediately realized that it was because of the existence of the Seven Stars.It's just that the pill core was abolished later, and Qixing was never called out again for several years, but that feeling is definitely not wrong!

The seven stars in this form in front of him only appeared once when he summoned the spirit sword for the first time, because the core of the spiritual power was unstable and the core was not strong enough.

Now that he still has the pill core and is full of spiritual power, why does the summoned Seven Star look like it has just been refined?

Yan Zhilan looked at the natal spirit sword with red and blue spiritual power flowing alternately, feeling a little at a loss.

He practiced the authentic Yan family mentality, the spirit sword he summoned, the spirit light on the sword should also be blue, why are there red lights interspersed?

Qi Jing looked at the radiant spirit sword through his eyes, swallowed, and praised dryly: "Your spirit sword is quite beautiful..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Yan Zhilan's sharp eyes looked over, his brows were furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

"No... nothing..."

Qi Jing immediately recognized the current affairs as a hero, and subdued in a cowardly manner.

Although he didn't think that Yan Zhilan could kill him with this ridiculous-looking spirit sword, although the sword was small, it looked very sharp, and he didn't want to suffer Wuwang's flesh and blood.

So, he tried his best to pull his face, and pulled out a coquettish and ingratiating smile: "Look, a sword has no eyes, if you accidentally get hurt and touch it, it's not good. Why don't we put away the spirit sword, Have something to say?"

Yan Zhilan looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, then really moved the spirit sword away from his neck, and then stayed in front of his eyes, examining it intently.

Qi Jing was overjoyed, before he had time to speak, he heard Yan Zhilan say: "Qi Xing's appearance is a bit wrong."

Everyone can see that something is wrong.

Qi Jing complained in his heart, although this was the first time he had seen the spirit sword with his own eyes, but judging from his years of experience in novels, whose spirit sword would be so small?Like a plastic toy in the hands of a play-by-play kid?If this is to compete with others or kill someone with a sword, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?

Yan Zhilan didn't hear his heartfelt voice, and stared at Qixing, frowning tightly, a little unsure: "Qixing... seems to be contaminated with the breath of magic."

???

Qi Jing's embarrassment came to an abrupt end, she was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

After speaking, he himself realized that Yan Zhilan was bound by the spirit devouring whip for an unknown period of time, and his spiritual sea was infiltrated by the devil's breath. It is not impossible for the summoned natal spirit sword to be contaminated by the devil's breath .

He said whatever came to his mind, and told Yan Zhilan his conjectures. At the end, he looked at him as if asking for praise, and said with a stern face, "Could it be like this?"

Yan Zhilan's expression did not relax because of this. He pondered for a long time, but he was still uncertain, and shook his head frankly: "I don't know." His eyes were a little dazed: "I have never encountered such a thing."

If he was young and energetic in the previous life, and saw a person with demonic breath on his natal weapon, he would definitely believe that person was a monster without hesitation, and then chased and killed the monsters.

But in this life, he would not think so after seeing the warmth and warmth of human beings.

Some people, wearing a sanctimonious skin hides a demon heart, hiding in the crowd ready to move.Sometimes, human hearts are more terrifying than monsters.

What's more, it is the Seven Stars that are contaminated with the devil's breath, his own natal weapon. He can be sure that there is absolutely no magic breath on him, but how to explain the devil's breath on the Seven Stars?What went wrong?

Seeing his uneasy expression, Qi Jing comforted him, "Perhaps when your body recovers and your spiritual power fully recovers, the magic breath will naturally disappear."

The magic breath on the spirit devouring whip is limited, and he believed that with Yan Zhilan's ability, it would be easy to eliminate this little magic breath, not a problem at all.

Yan Zhilan nodded absently: "This is the only plan now."

Qi Jing heaved a sigh of relief, but before he could breathe out all the breath, his heart hung high again.

Yan Zhilan woke up from the state of confusion, his eyes froze, the spirit sword Seven Stars moved with his heart, and with a whoosh, it rested on Qi Jing's neck again, and said coldly: "Apologize."

Qi Jing was stunned: "Huh?"

Yan Zhilan's eyes were full of anger: "The Yan family was born out of the world, which means that you must still maintain your original heart in the secular world. You - talking nonsense!"

Suddenly, Qi Jing realized that he wanted to cry but had no tears. Didn't this page just turn the page?Why did you remember it again?

He wanted to defend himself a few words, but when he looked up and saw Yan Zhilan with a frosty face, he shrank immediately.

Forget it, a man can bend and stretch.

He looked at Yan Zhilan, and apologized very sincerely: "I was wrong earlier, I was talking nonsense, I was talking nonsense, and I was talking nonsense. Qi Jing is here, and I want to say sorry to you."

"No." Yan Zhilan's expression didn't slow down at all, his brows were furious, "I'm not the one you should apologize."

"Huh?" Qi Jing looked at him in confusion, "Who is it if it's not you?"

Yan Zhilan stared at him for a long time, seeing that his expression was blank, not pretending to be ignorant, and reminded in a cold voice: "You insulted the ancestors of the Yan family, you should apologize to the ancestors of the Yan family."

Qi Jing opened his mouth slightly in surprise: "Huh?"

It wasn't until he saw Yan Zhilan's serious face that he realized: This guy is not joking, he is serious!

With difficulty, he tilted his head back a little, tried his best to avoid the gleaming spirit sword, looked at Yan Zhilan, and said uncertainly: "The ancestor of your Yan family...has passed away long ago? Where can I go to apologize to him? "

Yan Zhilan seemed to have expected that he would ask this question, and said calmly: "Don't bother, you just need to bathe, burn incense, and fast for a few days. The ancestors of the Yan family have spirits, and they will certainly receive your sincerity."

"Ah?" Qi Jing was really shocked this time, can it still be like this?

But in order to gain Yan Zhilan's favor, he gritted his teeth and fought hard!As long as Yan Zhilan is happy, he can spare his life and let him do whatever he wants.Just to make it clear first, he stumbled and asked Yan Zhilan with a glimmer of hope: "Then...how many days will it take?"

Yan Zhilan remained silent.

Qi Jing looked at him expectantly, and soon he heard his voice say without any ups and downs: "If you are a member of the Yan family, you will have to wait three months; if you are a member of the Yan family, it will take half a year at least, and at most a few years. As for your majesty... ..."

Having said that, he paused and looked up at Qi Jing.

Qi Jing's heart skipped a beat, it's okay to ask him to bathe and burn incense, but this fast...

How can he bear it?

The fasting in "Xiu Tian" only eats one meal a day, and this meal does not have meat or oily residue, only boiled vegetables in clear water, and at the same time, no drinking or pleasure is allowed until the end.

He looked at Yan Zhilan expectantly, Yan Zhilan touched his upper and lower lips, and said lightly: "Your Majesty is not a disciple of the Yan clan. To show my sincerity, let's use a one-month period."

Qi Jing suddenly felt like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, his face was ashen, fasting for a month?Then he has to kill him?

However, under the eaves, people had to bow their heads.

Qi Jing silently shed a tear for himself in his heart, and reluctantly said to Yan Zhilan: "Okay... I promise you. But..." He stretched out a finger, gently pressed it on the hilt of the sword, and pushed it out After a while, "Shouldn't you also take back your sword?" It hung around his neck in a strange panic.

Yan Zhilan didn't say accept, nor did he say no, just watched him quietly pushing Qixing away from her neck until a safe distance away.

Qi Jing pushed Qi Xing to a distance of an arm's length away from him, and then let out a long breath, consciously recovering a little life, and bouncing around again.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught Yan Zhilan's lingering gaze out of the corner of his eye, and he felt hairy, and said with a dry smile, "What... what's wrong?"

Yan Zhilan looked at him, and said in a low voice, "Seven Stars."

Qi Jing stepped back subconsciously until his back was against the wall, his hands tightly covering his fragile neck, he closed his eyes tightly and shouted repeatedly: "Speak well, talk well! Don't be impulsive!"

He yelled for a while, but didn't feel anything strange. He bravely opened his eyes quietly, and found that Yan Zhilan had just taken the spirit sword back into the spirit sea. want to kill.

Qi Jing squatted in the corner aggrieved, feeling like a little daughter-in-law who was forced into prostitution, always worried, afraid that the other party would kill her if she got interested.

Yan Zhilan gave him a disgusted look, and slowly closed his eyes. After tossing around for a while, he had already lost his energy.

Seeing that Yan Zhilan seemed to be asleep, Qi Jing stepped over him lightly, ready to get out of bed to save his life.

He doesn't know how long he can live in the future, but he knows that if he doesn't run now, he may die at any time.Unexpectedly, just as he stretched out a leg, Yan Zhilan's voice suddenly sounded again.

"what are you going to do?"

Qi Jing was startled, his legs and feet were weak, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell on Yan Zhilan's body with a plop.

Yan Zhilan snorted, his face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which must have been pressed to the wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qi Jing repeatedly apologized.

His fall just now was solid and unambiguous, and he was so close to Yan Zhilan that he could almost feel the other's warm body temperature through the thin obscene clothes.

Qi Jing was so embarrassed that he wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up after trying several times. He didn't dare to look at Yan Zhilan's eyes that wanted to kill someone. He wanted to cry without tears: "I...I can't stand up..."