[Quick Transmigration] His arsenic and my honey

Yan Long casually took the things his subordinates investigated, and read the pages from beginning to end.Ever since Zhong Yun came out of the mountain for the first time, everything has been clearly written on paper.People have to sigh the power of the Demon Cult.Of course, it's not just the Devil's Cult. No matter what age, there are always some organizations born to sell information...

Calloused fingers brushed over a corner of the pile of paper, and the whole white paper instantly turned into powder, and a gust of wind blew by, there was really no trace at all.The guard in black next to him lowered his slightly lowered head even more.In the eyes are admiration and passion for the person in front of him, and of course there is obvious fear.People of the Demon Cult obey the strong and respect the strong even more.

At this time, a girl in white skirt came to Yan Long with some pastries. Even if she was dressed in the purest white clothes, her delicate face could not be tainted with holiness.This is an extremely enchanting woman, her perfect body curve can hardly be concealed by the placket.For such a stunner, the eyes she looked at Yan Long could be described as full of affection.

Walking almost silently, he is obviously also a master of martial arts.She is not just a maid, but one of the four current guardians of the Demon Cult, Han Wu.As for whether he is loyal to him, Yan Long doesn't care.In fact, in his opinion, the current Devil's Cult is just a useful pawn.Even if the Devil's Cult is destroyed, it's just a matter of trouble and starting from scratch.

He didn't put his eyes on Hanwu's body at all, but looked up at the maid in yellow who was following behind Hanwu.

"Master, how are you doing these days?"

Hearing Yan Long's opening, the maid in yellow talked about Zhong Yun's every movement and even every word in detail.It's just that there is nothing particularly noteworthy about his life.Every day is boring to death, in addition to recuperating or recuperating.But Yan Long listened tirelessly every day...

Shang Xiuyun naturally knew that everything he did was under the surveillance of the other party, but there was nothing to be concerned about.Now his body is a little weak, apart from practicing internal strength, he has no way to practice any martial arts, he can only familiarize himself with it in his mind.

He besieged the Demon Cult together with all the righteous members of the martial arts, so it was naturally impossible for him to bring his own package.Therefore, the herbs that he picked with great difficulty were not on him at all.He only has the medicine powder that he made before leaving Shaolin Temple.However, he didn't think that simple medicine could control Yan Long for a long time.Not to mention that in this manor, apart from Yan Long, there are also many guards who are overt and covert.

With his martial arts, what he can discover by chance is probably because they did it on purpose.

Apart from three meals a day and regular medication, he often sits in his room to practice internal strength.When he was extremely anxious, he would also recite a passage of Buddhist scriptures, which would quickly calm him down.For those who become monks, the six senses are pure, and if you think about it, it's not just talking.

I don't know what Yan Long's plan is, after bringing him back to the manor, except for seeing him when he woke up, it was as if there was no one like him in the manor at other times.He believed that all this was just the calm before the storm.

Close your eyes slightly, enjoying the feeling of the breeze blowing on your face.A jade-like cheek is extraordinarily holy under the sunlight.His body is no longer the uniform uniform of Shaolin, but a white dress prepared for him by the maid.And his monk's robe was put away by him most preciously.

"Master, how are you doing these days?" Yan Long knocked on the door politely, and walked in after getting permission.Behind him, two attendants were carrying a qin and placed it under the peach blossom tree outside the house.It's the season of flowers blooming at this time, so it's really interesting.

With Shang Xiuyun's eyes, it is natural to see that although this piano does not have much charm left over from ancient times, it is obviously written by a famous artist.Zhong Yun has some experience with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is not proficient in any of them.

Among the righteous characters in the martial arts, there are quite a few men who like to be arty, and Zhong Yun is one of them.As for Shang Xiuyun, he spent too much time on medical skills.For guqin, my mind is full of theories, but I don't actually do it myself.And the background in his mind is really only understood when he is a ghost, and he is bored to pass the time.

He was bound in the place where his clothes were buried, and he could not touch any physical objects with his own hands.He can only watch it with those who live around him.Therefore, many times what he wants to do is not something he can choose.Simply, it seems that due to the problem of Feng Shui, the people who live in the place where his tomb is located are mostly healers.It even became a large modern hospital in the end... "Amitabha, everything is fine." Shang Xiuyun glanced at the piano and didn't pay much attention.Eyes meet Yan Long's eyes, making it easy for people to feel that they are the only one in his eyes.

"It's good that the master is satisfied. I've been really busy these days, and I can't get away. The sun is shining today. Why don't you take a walk in this courtyard together. Let me also show my friendship as a landlord."

Zhong Yun nodded, now that he is living under the fence, there is really no reason to shake his head.At this moment, Yan Long's aura of indifference subsided a little, and it seemed that he was just a little indifferent.All of his behaviors reveal his good self-cultivation.No wonder he was able to attract the attention of so many women.

Now, he will soon have his first woman by his side.One of the four guardians of the Devil's Sect, the most vicious, and the one who gave him the greatest help.Hanwu's IQ is just like her face, it can be described in one word - 'demon'.

Followed by Yan Long's side to visit his manor. In fact, the manor is much bigger than Shang Xiuyun expected.Moreover, the meticulous layout made him even more discouraged from escaping.The manor looks pleasant on the surface, but for him, it is absolutely in crisis.

As a male pig's foot in a stallion novel, Yan Long does have his personal charm.At least, when he wants to be nice to someone, he can pay attention to the small details that he wouldn't even notice on weekdays.It seems that because Gu Xi realized that his health had just recovered, Yan Long always slowed down deliberately so that the two could walk side by side.And as long as he was a little tired, Yan Long would stop.On the surface, it is to enjoy the scenery, but in fact it is to let him rest.

What he did seemed to be invisible, but it was to the extent that he could notice it.

The expression on Shang Xiuyun's face became more and more relaxed, and Yan Long was obviously satisfied to see him moved.Maybe Yan Long is not a qualified tour guide, but the guards behind him can fully play this role, and the sense of elation brought by status and power may make people more addicted.

Monks are nothing but ordinary people, the only difference from others is that they enclose themselves within strict constraints.But this bondage is not impossible to break.

It has been nearly an hour since the two of them walked through this manor.After all, it is the Demon Cult's stronghold in one place, so it is naturally luxurious.Of course, this manor is nominally the property of a rich man, and has nothing to do with the Devil's Cult.

When Shang Xiuyun returned to the courtyard again, looking at the vegetarian dishes placed under the peach tree, he couldn't help feeling a little bit hungry.After exercise, people's desire to eat will always become stronger than usual.What's more, Shang Xiuyun's body is still in a state of serious injuries.

Of course, he will not show this urgent desire on his face.

"I don't know if the master can show you face and have a good time with me?" Yan Long said something like this, and soon realized that something was wrong, "It should be drinking tea. It is really a sin that almost caused the master to break the precept."

"Amitabha, it should be the little monk who thanked the long benefactor for his hospitality." Shang Xiuyun watched the maid change the prepared wine into refreshing tea, and responded.Yan Long didn't ask him to drink tea, he drank by himself, but chose to accommodate him to drink tea together.It's easy to make people feel good about doing this. "Long benefactor can just call the little monk Zijue."

"Zijue...Master." Yan Long rolled the word 'Zijue' on the tip of his tongue, hiding the look in his eyes.He drank all the tea in the cup, it was good tea, but it made him feel a bit bland, just like the table full of vegetarian dishes, which made him lose his appetite.

And the guqin at the side also played some role, and I saw a woman in white sitting in front of the guqin and playing.That seductive face is really beautiful, and the extraordinarily clear sound of the piano seems to have become a melodious sound that can attract people to fall...

Shang Xiuyun ate his meals calmly, really implementing the policy of 'you don't talk about food'.If you just listen to the sound of the piano, it is really pleasing to the eye.

A lunch, it seems that the guests and the host enjoy themselves, but in fact, each has their own thoughts.Yan Long sipped the tea in the cup, rubbing the rim with his fingers.The immaculate white porcelain draws out his pupils with a faint red light in the pitch black.

After playing, Hanwu naturally stood behind Yan Long, without hiding his love for Yan Long at all.When his eyes swept over Shang Xiuyun, there was a bit of chill, and the leader didn't feel anything wrong with her paying attention to her.But the leader made her unbearable because he paid attention to a woman.

Especially that Tan Yuwei was comparable to her in appearance and ability, which made her very uneasy.

"Master, you must not use martial arts at will while recuperating. If it is really boring, you can learn to play the piano after chanting the scriptures. The sound of the piano is extremely edifying." Hanwu's voice has a sweet feeling, which is obviously ordinary Words, but when she said them, they were like love words after the cloud and rain, which really made people feel a little hot.This woman is a poison to a man.

"Thank you, benefactor."

Han Wu felt like he was hitting the cotton with his fist. Isn't this monk doing research on vocal music instead of reciting sutras?But he didn't show any emotion.

But she didn't know that Zhongyun himself was such an idler, and Shang Xiuyun, who had his memory, could be so "dedicated" to his job?