I heard that whatever I write will come true [Transmigration Book]

He Yufan said with a look of excitement, but Huan Chengzhi, who was the person involved, responded indifferently after hearing this, "Oh", shut up and enjoyed the scenery, and did not continue.

He Yufan was very dissatisfied by his attitude, and he stretched out his foot and kicked Huan Chengzhi, who hated iron for nothing, and said, "The Hit Light I wrote for you is one of the best beauties in the cultivation world, what are you doing?" Can't you show a little bit of expectation?"

"Those big beauties just like dog eggs unilaterally, what kind of destiny."

Huan Chengzhi glanced at He Yufan, did not dodge the other's kick, but sneered and said: "Also, let me tell you again, I am Huan Chengzhi, not an idiot. Even if it is, you will end up Didn't let this 'hit light' and Goudan form a Taoist couple, didn't they?"

"That's why I said this is the first ray of light. Because Goudan is so handsome, and there are too many people who like him. Even if he can take concubines, it's not easy for everyone to marry them back home." He Yufan said : "Besides, think about it better. If it is true, it is not a bad thing. When you are shrouded in all kinds of lights in the future, you can just choose a Taoist partner who you like."

What responded to him was Huan Chengzhi's cold snort.

He Yufan raised his eyebrows.

While the eyes of the two were intertwined, he secretly said again that a child cannot be taught, so he took the initiative to look away and did not continue to say anything.

So he didn't know how hot and terrifying the emotion that burst out from the other's red eyes was when he looked away.

Huan Chengzhi felt that he was really crazy.

Even a plot in a storybook can disturb his state of mind. If this goes on like this, he might really go mad after a while.

Fortunately, this topic did not continue to entangle, and the two chatted a few more times, and He Yufan rolled the oars, ending the day's trip to the lake.

Although it's still early, for Huan Chengzhi who has lived like a day for hundreds of years, he can't think of anything else he can do except meditate.

As for He Yufan, he was originally an otaku, and he preferred to write novels in the inn rather than playing outside.

Therefore, after discussing with each other, the two finally decided to end the day's relaxing journey and go back to the inn to rest and rest...

A week passed in the twinkling of an eye as the two of them got along in such a lazy and warm way.

Apart from listening to books and writing, He Yufan tried his best to take Huan Chengzhi to relax every day.

But he didn't know whether the method he chose was wrong, or Huan Chengzhi's thinking was different from normal people.

In short, after seven days of this relaxing activity, Huan Chengzhi's restlessness that could be suppressed under his calm expression finally broke out completely.

Although this kind of outburst was nothing more than staring at him with a stinky face every day, and sighing irritably from time to time, that's all.

Regarding this, not only He Yufan, but even Huan Chengzhi himself was a little flustered.

So on the morning of the eighth day, when He Yufan opened his eyes, what he saw was the half-vacant bed, and the note with familiar handwriting on the bedside.

The content is very simple, but also has the style of Huan Chengzhi——

【Go back and meditate, see you on the [-]th of next month】

After staring at the note and turning it over several times, He Yufan finally twitched the corner of his mouth, clicked his tongue lightly, and didn't think about anything else.

After all, although Huan Chengzhi's actions were sudden this time, it was not incomprehensible.

As for the other party's state that seems to be able to rush up and bite at any time, it's time to quiet down.

But today is just the second day of this month, and when the fifteenth day of next month...

There are still more than 40 days.

He Yufan thought about it, fell silent for a while, then got up, and found the novel about Goudan's counterattack from the package next to the bed.

Staring at the dark yellow rice paper, I searched around, and finally stopped at the description of one of the chapters.

This description is not long, but the contents of a few paragraphs made He Yufan read it back and forth several times.

There is no other reason. It says that when Goudan left the secret realm, he was disturbed by the fog at the exit of the secret realm because of his lack of cultivation.

It was precisely because of this that within a week after leaving, as long as he calmed down, he would think of all the hardships he had experienced before, as well as the tragedy of the day when the clan was exterminated.

It wasn't until a week later that he went back to the Immortal Treasure Land and used the fairy fruit and Nuanyu to practice concentratingly that he finally stabilized his state of mind, and his cultivation base also improved a lot.

"So, will even this little detail come true..."

He Yufan frowned a little irritably, and muttered to himself with a little displeasure, before putting the stack of rice paper back into his bag.

He originally thought that after two lifetimes, Huan Chengzhi would no longer be dazzled by anger even if his mind was clouded by the mist.

But thinking about it now, maybe it's because the other party also felt ashamed to say this, so they kept refusing to mention the reason to him.

He Yufan sighed.

This situation is simply an extra strategy for Huan Chengzhi's life, but whether it is good or bad, I am afraid that only the person concerned can make it clear.

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Forty days is not long, nor is it short.

At least as far as He Yufan is concerned, during this period of time, he successfully pondered three or five more brain holes, picked up a pen to dig a hole, and wrote the beginning.

The plot of the book handed over to Lao Qi at the beginning gradually developed over time.

After the male protagonist fled from the hermit, he fell into a coma due to the outbreak of Gu poison in his body from time to time, and met three or five people who extended a helping hand to him.

It's just that these people are like hermits, even if they were out of good intentions at the beginning, after saving the hero and discovering the secret of his physique, they all began to try to use his special physique for profit.

Fortunately, the male protagonist also thought of this situation from the very beginning, so although it seems that he is being rescued by these "good-hearted people", when his mind is stable and his injuries are basically healed, the other party has not had time to treat him. If you make a move, you will already be killed in the overwhelming poisonous insects and miasma.

Perhaps because of too much experience, the hero will never leave any retreat for the opponent.

All doors are destroyed.

Even including insects, ants and domestic animals, there will not be one left.

Yet it's like a new inextricable cycle.

Whenever the man took the initiative to launch an insect attack with the power of his blood, his body and mind would be severely injured and he would fall into a coma.

And such a consequence would only cause him to be taken away again, and another insect attack would be launched.

Time is slowly passing by in this seemingly endless cycle, and the hero's control over the poisonous insects is getting stronger day by day, but while his mind is strong, his body is getting weaker and weaker under long-term overload.

But even so, what he has done in the past three years is enough to put the entire cultivation world in fear.

After all, no one knows why those large or small families were eroded by poisonous insects overnight.No one knew where the next target of that frightening ghost would be.

At the end of the last chapter, the male protagonist who forcibly broke through and upgraded with the poison gas in his body passed out on the side of the mountain road.He was taken back by the monk who went down the mountain to beg for alms and returned to the temple...

While everyone was guessing what would happen next, no one knew. At the same time, in the Cliff Temple on the top of Qingshi Mountain not far from Panlin City——

The young monk clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and then smiled at the young man who had just opened his eyes on the bed in the bedroom: "It's been three days, benefactor, you are awake."