Devil of Transmigration

"467, I think, I like someone."

"Huh? Who?" 467 stared at a white jade pendant in his hand through the host's eyes.

Rubbing the jade pendant over and over in his hand, the host's voice was faintly smiling: "It's Su Xin."

467 choked.

"You shouldn't like her."

"Really? Is it because she is the protagonist's woman?"

"Yes. According to the plot, Su Xin is the main palace of the protagonist, you can't move."

"Su Xin is such a proud person. If she is asked to serve a husband with a group of women, this kind of plot can only be found in this brain-dead Ma Wen."

467 silence.

He didn't know how to refute.

"Anyway, as long as you follow the plot, it will be fine."

"They are all living people. They all have their own thoughts and can respond autonomously. This is uncontrollable. Haven't you noticed? What your system requires is to let me appear when the relevant person has a bad idea, and guarantee The final result is exactly the same as the plot. However, although the result is the same, the process has changed.

I can guarantee that the main character will be saved when he is in trouble; however, I cannot guarantee what other people think of me. "

"But you shouldn't—"

"I forgot to tell you that Su Xin and I are in love with each other."

"..."

"467, do you know the butterfly effect? ​​This is it. It's weird to say, I think the best way to let the original world go according to the plot, but you systems want to intervene, let me say, You are the culprits that caused the plot to deviate."

467 didn't answer the call, but silently cut off the connection with the host, and began to secretly write a confession letter.

The next time you look for a host, you must definitely find one with almost zero presence.

Xuanli opened his eyes, not knowing why he had this dream.

That was the first time he began to reflect on how he should complete the task.

Fang Qiong was lying on the other side of him, eyes closed, frowning tightly, fists in both hands, so strong that the knuckles began to turn white.

Without thinking about why he was dreaming, Xuanli tried to wake Fang Qiong up: "Fang Qiong, Fang Qiong, wake up." While speaking, he carefully shook his shoulder.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Fang Qiong's eyes were red, looking at Xuanli as if she wanted to eat his flesh and blood: "Who are you?"

Xuanli was a little confused: "I am Xuanli."

Before Xuanli could finish speaking, Fang Qiong took Xuanli's hand and bit it.

...Um, did he forget that I am a demon?

Just when Xuanli was about to persuade Fang Qiong to let go, Fang Qiong let go silently, covered her mouth, her eyes were blurred, and Xuanli's hands were covered with blood.

Of course, this blood is not mysterious.

The corners of Xuanli's mouth twitched, he picked up two white things from the grass, put them in the palm of his hand and observed them carefully: "You have changed your teeth. I told you that I was a demon earlier, and you still bit your mouth. It's all right now. The front teeth are broken."

Fang Qiong: %#...￥%...&&...

Explaining to Fang Qiong repeatedly that this is a normal phenomenon, Xuanli almost swears to the sky.

Fang Qiong was skeptical, pursed his lips, and walked forward on his own.

Imagining Fang Qiong's road-crazy attributes, Xuanli was about to hug Fang Qiong into his arms: "You are going in the wrong direction."

Sensing Xuanli's movements, Fang Qiong dodged, pursed her lips, shook her head at Xuanli, and continued walking.

...Then, Xuan Li watched helplessly as he crashed into a tree with a "snap" sound; then with a "snap", a large lump wrapped in cloth hit him in the face.

It hit the person directly to the ground quite smoothly.

It looks like it hurts.

Couldn't help but gasped, Xuanli moved over bit by bit, removed the big lump, and asked the humanoid object lying dead below: "Are you okay?"

"You are talking!"

Oh, Fang Qiong lost her front teeth, and her speech leaked out.

After stopping the bleeding from Fang Qiong's nose, Xuanli sat cross-legged beside him, and opened the cloth bag that fell from the sky: "Wow!"

Inside is a bronze mirror.

The surface of the mirror is so mottled that even the shadows of people cannot be seen.

No wonder Fang Qiong's nose bleeds. This weight is not light.

Xuanli took it out and weighed it in his hand.

"What does this look like?" Fang Qiong asked, pinching his nose.

Xuan Li blinked and blinked, with a serious face: "This is the dowry gift for you to find a wife in the future."

Fang Qiong stared at Xuanli suspiciously.

Xuanli continued to have a serious face: "God-sent."

Fang Qiong couldn't help rolling his eyes, grabbed the bronze mirror, and threw it out: "It's so annoying, let's talk about it, Huo Fuhui can't wait." After speaking, he stood up and was ready to leave.

The bronze mirror that was just thrown out made a "tick" circle in mid-air, and then smashed back on the original track. With a "dang", it came into intimate contact with the back of Fang Qiong's head.

Xuanli, who witnessed the whole process, silently pulled out Fang Qiong who was buried face down in the soil.

"How does this seem to come back?" Fang Qiong covered her nose, furious.

Xuanli carefully studied the lines behind the mirror: "Well... your nosebleed covered your face at that time, and it just hit your face, so you made..."

Shouldn't blood dripping recognize the master be done after the blood is forced out from the fingers?Fang Qiong roared in her heart, what's the matter with nosebleeds?

Also, please, please don't just throw things on the tree when the future powers hide things?Let alone hindering the environment, if you put it in the cave, you will die? ! !

This kind of behavior simply lowered the standard of the entire world of cultivating immortals.

Dead fisheye.

It may be that Fang Qiong's mood fluctuated too much, Xuanli somehow received Fang Qiong's brain waves, pitifully touched his head, and comforted him: "Okay, we have made a profit, this thing is a fairy at least. device."

... Although the way of recognizing the master is a bit rough, but if there is a mirror spirit, he will burst into tears—how can anyone casually dig out the fairy artifact that can make the entire immortal cultivation world crazy, and still be so disgusted? Damn it's a fairy artifact, a fairy artifact that can't be found, and it's not the cabbage all over the street.

Swallowing a mouthful of old blood, Fang Qiong asked, "What's the use?"

"Hmm... Judging from the magic circle engraved on the back, it seems that this should be used as the eye of the phantom formation...I'm not very clear, you can explore it yourself, after all, you are its owner."

After clearly understanding that the bronze mirror was a bound item, Fang Qiong reluctantly stuffed it into the storage bag.

Mirror: ... I'll wipe it. Is it necessary to despise me so much? ! ! !

After returning to the previous foothold with Xuanli, Fang Qiong caressed Huofeng who rushed up to beg for hugs and kisses with a deep expression.

However, there is no words of comfort.

He pursed his lips tightly, extremely cold.

Huofeng, who had been abandoned for so long and still couldn't get the verbal caress of her master, was suddenly furious, turned her head and sprayed Xuan Li who was standing by the side with anger: Damn it, it must be his fault.

Xuanli, who lay innocently lying on the gun:?