Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

"He, yes, bad, man."

The voice came from the side, jumping out word by word, the voice was slow and firm, sounded extremely clumsy, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, with a sense of stagnation.

He is bad.

Who are the bad guys?

Fu Siqian raised his head suddenly, meeting Le Zhengcheng's gaze.

——Countless pairs of sights.

The wind and clouds were turbulent, the sword energy pierced through the air, and there was a rustling sound from the bottom of the cliff, and the bones crushed by the sword energy splashed all around.

The awe-inspiring and neat sword energy broke through the gray barrier floating in the sky, revealing the person rushing from behind, and the countless eyes with evil light on his face.

At this time, the eyes that were originally piled up on one side also crossed the dividing line and spread to the other half of Le Zhengcheng's face, protruding and creeping, malicious and unpredictable.

A very narrow blue light split the sword energy that was rolling in at the moment, and went straight to the evil eyes.

Seeing that the blue light was about to strike, the ghost eyes hidden in the darkness suddenly disappeared.

Murder is imminent.

Feng Zhiyuan pushed Fu Sigan back, leaned forward, and grabbed the blue light floating in midair.

Beside him, from an extremely tricky angle, a black shadow leaped out at an extremely fast speed, and within a breath, it jumped in front of Feng Zhiyuan, smirking and sticking to his face.

Feng Zhiyuan only saw the eyes full of eyes rushing towards his face, he felt a chill in his heart, he shook his hand, and flicked down a few times.

What met his whip was a gorgeous sword light - Changqiong!

The long sword stabbed in the mixed sword light, facing the place where Feng Zhiyuan didn't block, Fu Sigan raised his heart to his throat, clutched his wound and gritted his teeth, and rushed forward. In his hand, the golden light danced wildly.

Zheri almost went berserk.

But he was too late, the tip of the sword had already reached Feng Zhiyuan.

At the very moment, a gigantic object suddenly jumped out, knocking Le Zhengcheng to the ground, and the tip of Chang Qiong's sword was also tilted to the side by inertia.

Fu Siqian saw the timing and slashed down with his sword. Jian Guang and Jiu Mie arrived at the same time, knocking Chang Qiong into the air.

Only now did Fu Siqian feel relieved, the breath he was carrying dissipated, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, covered the sun and fell to the ground, and smashed the skull under Fu Siqian's feet.

The golden light suddenly expanded.

Feng Zhiyuan looked back and saw the picture of Fu Siqian spitting blood while clutching his heart. His canthus was shattered, and he rushed to Fu Siqian's side quickly, tapped several big acupuncture points one after another, gritted his teeth in anger and aggrieved. Reluctant to say a serious word, he only asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

The pain in Fu Sigan's heart was so painful, but it was as sweet as drinking honey. He panted and said intermittently: "It doesn't hurt...don't worry..."

However, Feng Zhiyuan still couldn't take it easy, Fu Siqian was the soft flesh at the tip of his heart, it hurt even if he poked it, let alone watching this person hurt him more and more.

Fu Siqian held his breath and concentrated, sealing his own feelings. Although this would reduce his control over his body, it could temporarily relieve the pain caused by the wound. He let out a long breath, and his tone was much lighter, pushing Feng Zhiyuan to turn around: "Get rid of that ugly thing first."

Feng Zhiyuan frowned disapprovingly, "Did you seal your feelings?"

Fu Siqian blinked, with a look of reason: "It hurts too much, it doesn't matter if I don't feel it, I believe you will protect me."

"...Mmm." Feng Zhiyuan pursed his lips and replied, if he took a delicate glazed lamp to shine at this time, the redness flying out of his ears would be clearly illuminated.

On the other side, Le Zhengcheng, who was neglected, was rolling on the ground with his head in his arms. It seemed that his spirit was competing with the group of evil spirits for control of his body.

Le Zhengcheng's whole appearance changed, his body changed slowly, and a hand grew out from under his arm, and it was holding onto his chest. There was no complete piece of skin visible on his face, everything was exposed. The pupils of the eyes glowing green are occupied, because there are too many eyes, they are squeezed together as if deformed, revealing the pus-white eyelids.

Can't see a little human.

And beside Le Zhengcheng, stood a huge "ball", the scales on its body glowed with a deep light, like a layer of impenetrable armor.

The brilliance flowed in the two vertical pupils, staring closely at Feng Zhiyuan's face.

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Fu Siqian suspiciously: "?"

Fu Siqian also looked at him suspiciously: "?"

In the next second, the two puzzled people turned their heads at the same time and looked at the "big ball" not far away.

"Is it him who spoke just now?" Fu Siqian pursed his lips, hesitantly said, "He just reminded us that Lezheng...that group of evil spirits are bad people?"

Feng Zhiyuan nodded, and pondered: "It was also the one that knocked away that ghostly thing just now."

Two seconds later, Feng Zhiyuan asked uncertainly: "Is he protecting us?"

"No." Fu Siqian looked at the spherical object with vertical pupils that was staring at Feng Zhiyuan without moving, and seriously refuted Feng Zhiyuan, "To be precise, he should be protecting you."

"..."

Feng Zhiyuan didn't think he would know such a different and unique thing... right?

Thinking of what he saw in the cave before, Feng Zhiyuan suddenly became unsure. If he was in his previous life, it shouldn't be too strange to have such a thing, especially the vertical pupils of this "ball" are really beautiful.

Fu Siqian knew what he was thinking at a glance, and snorted out of his nose: "Is it so beautiful?"

As if a cool breeze was blowing on the back of his neck, Feng Zhiyuan shook his head subconsciously, "It's not as good as you."

Fu Siqian: "..."

After realizing what he said, Feng Zhiyuan touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "You are the prettiest."

I don't know which slender nerve Fu Siqian was touched by these words, and he shook his head seriously: "No, you are the prettiest."

Feng Zhiyuan was not reconciled to being at a disadvantage, so he hurriedly continued: "You are the prettiest."

"Don't talk nonsense, you are the best looking, don't accept rebuttals."

Fu Siqian couldn't bear others to praise someone better than Feng Zhiyuan in front of him, even if the person being praised was himself, he wouldn't steam the steamed buns to make a point, Feng Zong's beauty is flourishing, give it to her husband!

"..."

There was a sudden silence around, and the awkward atmosphere seemed real. Two seconds later, the two people who praised each other for their good looks suddenly woke up, their faces tightened, and their faces turned red with embarrassment.

Fu Siqian cleared his throat, looking for something to say: "Ahem, that 'ball' over there is quite nice."

Feng Zhiyuan rubbed his ears, his eyes drifted, wandering around: "It's okay."

Then the two looked at each other, saw the same smile in each other's eyes, and revealed the matter very tacitly.

The spherical creature slowly moved over, his movement speed was much faster than before, he moved to Feng Zhiyuan's side, stretched out a chubby hand from his scaly body, and pointed at Feng Zhiyuan's wrist , said slowly: "Yes, East, West."

This time the sound was much smoother than last time, but still very slow.

Feng Zhiyuan looked down at the direction he was pointing at, Zhao Si was emitting a faint light, he was surprised: "Huh?"

Fu Siqian touched Chaosi, took Feng Zhiyuan's hand very naturally, and said casually: "That light is a bit like a soul lamp."

Soul Concentrating Lamp is a very special bone lamp. It is not only different in shape and size from other bone lamps, but also the light it emits is also very different. For example, the light of most bone lamps such as the Hundred Ghosts Summoning Lamp is grayish white. The Soul Concentrating Lamp presents a fusion effect of faint golden light and red light, which is very soft.

A word awakened the dreamer, Feng Zhiyuan quickly took out the soul-restraining lamp from Chaosi, the soft light illuminated the two vertical pupils, and the eyes of the "ball" instantly lit up.

It is really bright, like two colored light bulbs, one is transparent green, the other is dull red and green.

Fu Siqian was stunned, what a glowing multicolored light bulb!Oh no, it's a colorful ball!

I saw that big ball stretched out its short and fat hand, tentatively trying to touch the Soul Condensing Lamp, and then retracted suddenly when it was about to touch it.

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, and slowly and rhythmically placed his long fingers on the Soul Concentrating Lamp, shook the bone lamp in his hand towards the big ball, and asked, "You know this?"

Da Qiu blinked slowly, his vertical pupils were full of doubts, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Taking advantage of Feng Zhiyuan's communication with Daqiu, Fu Siqian bent down and picked up Zheri that fell on the ground. It would be too late when Le Zhengcheng completely turned into a demon, and he had to find a way to restrain Le Zhengcheng.

Um?How is this going?

Fu Siqian looked at the golden light that shone several times on the sun, couldn't help frowning, and gave a pause to the hand that was about to pick up the sword.He simply carefully observed the surrounding area covering the sun, only to see the golden light flickering, and the brightness became stronger and stronger, and Fu Siqian saw something strange again.

Shade is drawing strength from the bones on the ground.

Fu Siqian was taken aback by this realization. He remembered that before he fell into the cave, Zhe Ri had voluntarily burrowed into the pile of bones. Not only did he make a crack, he seemed to have stabbed Big Ball in the eye, otherwise the pair would have been blocked frequently. The vertical pupils that Zhiyuan praised will not become the weird red and green look that they are now.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Feng Zhiyuan turned his head and found that Fu Siqian was gone. He subconsciously looked not far away. Le Zhengcheng was still rolling on the ground, fighting for his body with a nest of evil spirits. He lowered his head and realized that Fu Siqian hadn't left, but just crouched on the ground and stared at him. shade the sun.

The long-lost address awakened Fu Siqian from his trance. He shook his head and asked without answering, "What did you talk about with that big ball? Did you find anything?"

"Big ball?" Feng Zhiyuan was taken away from his thoughts, glanced at the motionless spherical creature next to him, and suddenly smiled, "Master is right, it is indeed a big ball."

"Cough." Fu Siqian picked up Zheri calmly, stood up holding Feng Zhiyuan's extended hand, and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Feng Zhiyuan's face was tangled, and he hesitated: "I think Daqiu should know me, no, it should know the soul-hunting lamp, tsk, it's a bit like knowing me..."

Fu Siqian was confused: "?"

What is this gibberish, a tongue twister about "knowing you and knowing the lamp"? "

Feng Zhiyuan explained: "I asked him several times just now 'Do you recognize the Soul Concentrating Lamp', and he replied me with one sentence, no, it should be just two words."

Fu Siqian raised his eyelids: "Which two words?"

Feng Zhiyuan remained expressionless, imitating Da Qiu's tone and slowly replied: "Master, man."

Fu Siqian: "..."

Hee, what a coincidence, what a coincidence!

Feng Zhiyuan sighed faintly: "I think, although he looks stupid, he is not so stupid as to regard a lamp as his master."

Therefore, there is only one possibility, he is calling Master Feng Zhiyuan.

After Yinsu, another thing of unknown origin rushed to be Feng Zhiyuan's subordinate. Last time it was a little green dragon, but this time it directly turned into a spherical unknown creature.

Oh no, the real owner of Yinsu is actually him.

Fu Siqian rubbed the center of his brows, and for a moment tasted the taste of an upgraded male protagonist who is always accepting younger brothers. This kind of Feng Zhiyuan coincides with the male protagonist Feng Tinghan in "Supreme God Lord".

Of course it wasn't just Feng Zhiyuan, he didn't give up too much, saying what a strange combination they were, they didn't have many upgrades and monsters, they were just recruiting younger brothers everywhere.

Feng Zhiyuan still has a headache about the big ball, he really has no interest in taking in younger brothers, but no matter where he goes, he can meet weird things calling him "Master".

Fu Siqian held back his smile, and said with relief: "It's better to call you 'Master' than to treat you as an enemy from the very beginning."

If the big ball hadn't knocked Le Zhengcheng away just now, Chang Qiong would probably have injured Feng Zhiyuan now. From this point of view, Feng Zhiyuan would also like to thank the big ball for his shot.

Feng Zhiyuan obviously thought of this too, but if Daqiu hadn't said suddenly just now, they might have gone out by now, Feng Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly: "I don't remember anything about him, and he can't explain it clearly. , I couldn’t come up with a word for a long time, and I don’t know how he knew me.”

"If this is Hanchuanjian, you left something in the cave here in your previous life, and the reason why we can enter that cave is because Zheri injured the big ball. From this point of view, the big ball should have been guarding the crack. , so it’s not sure if it’s related to your previous life.” The more Fu Sigan analyzed, the more he felt that his guess was right, and he said in a firm tone, “You have always said that Daqiu’s eyes are beautiful, and maybe you also thought so in your previous life. Alternative tastes are not common, so he is likely to be your subordinate in your previous life."

Feng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, and said with deep meaning: "Don't you think his eyes are pretty?"

What does it mean that this kind of alternative taste is not common?He felt that Fu Siqian was very disgusted with his aesthetics, from the vertical pupils of the big ball to the glazed lamps with holes, every Fu Siqian was pointing fingers.

"Good-looking? Where—" Fu Sigan's voice stopped abruptly, he cleared his throat, and abruptly turned his words around, "Where is it not good-looking, how beautiful it is, I like it like this."

When Feng Zhiyuan heard this, he didn't want to anymore, he hummed and asked, "You like this?"

Should I like it, or not?

Fu Siqian blinked, then frowned suddenly: "Hiss, the wound hurts a bit."

Feng Zhiyuan immediately changed his face. Even though he could guess that Fu Siqian was probably pretending, he still couldn't help worrying. He frowned and looked at Fu Siqian's wound, and said anxiously: "What's wrong, where does it hurt? I didn't feel closed just now. ?"

Fu Siqian didn't know how to answer, so he simply closed his mouth and didn't speak, leaning against Feng Zhiyuan's arms, thinking about how to change the subject.

The big ball on the side slowly tilted his head, stretched out his short and fat fingers to Fu Siqian, and said a few words slowly: "He, yes, pretended."

Fu Siqian looked confused: "..."

Feng Zhiyuan looked embarrassed: "..."

Seeing that Feng Zhiyuan didn't respond, Da Qiu added extremely slowly: "Master, person, don't, be, cheated."

Fu Siqian couldn't pretend anymore, touched his nose and stood up straight, not wanting to be blamed for "deceiving Feng Zhiyuan", he sighed faintly, before Feng Zhiyuan spoke: "Your subordinate is quite protective you."

"If the wound doesn't hurt too much, let's get rid of the closed feeling, and deal with the wound as soon as those evil spirits are dealt with." After Feng Zhiyuan finished speaking, he moved his eyes from the wound, squinted at him, and said lightly, "But Not to protect me from being cheated by someone."

A certain person smiled awkwardly, and still planned to keep his feelings closed. He didn't want to suffer that crime, so he quickly changed the subject: "Although Big Ball speaks slowly, his consciousness seems to be very clear. Do you want to ask him why he called you 'Master'?"

Feng Zhiyuan was noncommittal, and looked at the big ball that was still tilting its head according to his words. The ball shook his eyes and asked, "Why do you call me 'Master'?"

The reason for doing this is because he found that the Soul Concentrating Lamp is much more attractive to the big ball than he is.

Sure enough, Da Qiu's deep vertical pupils followed the trajectory of the Soul Concentrating Lamp without blinking, like a hungry dog ​​with only meat buns in its eyes, unable to move its eyes away.

He opened his mouth, and still jumped out word by word: "Lord, man, in, inside, in front of."

Feng Zhiyuan turned his head instantly, and met Fu Siqian's gaze, both of them saw the clear surprise in each other's eyes.

The master is inside, where is the face?

Feng Zhiyuan lit the Soul Concentrating Lamp, and asked, "Inside?"

Big Ball's tilted head finally turned back to the upright position, he seemed to understand what Feng Zhiyuan said after thinking for a while, and then nodded: "In, inside, outside."

What's inside the Soul Concentrating Lamp?That is Feng Zhiyuan's soul fragment, how could the soul fragment become the owner of the big ball?

Feng Zhiyuan was full of doubts, there were too many things that could not be explained, and now Daqiu was talking nonsense, this kind of cloudy feeling made him really want to absorb the fragments of the soul in the Soul Concentrating Lamp right now, He had a hunch that as long as he absorbed those thoughts that had been cut off, he would be able to recall all the memories.

Including how he was resurrected, how he planned the events of this life, and the Yan Xi mentioned in the statue...

——All those memories that were hidden.

A slightly cool hand was suddenly pressed against the back of his hand, Feng Zhiyuan snapped back to his senses, and saw Fu Siqian looking at him solemnly, his eyes full of firm disapproval, as if silently saying "no".

Feng Zhiyuan pursed his lips, feeling a little guilty: "Master?"

Perhaps it was the effect of the wound, Fu Siqian's complexion was not very good, and he became even more gloomy after turning cold: "Don't even think about it."

"I didn't intend to merge now, did I?" Feng Zhiyuan laughed dryly.

The eighth achievement of Broken Soul Cliff is the Hanchuan Stream in the ancient times, where the vicissitudes of life, the bones of millions of soldiers were filled into the Hanchuan Stream. Somehow, it evolved into the Wuji Mountain. By breaking off the soul cliff, the evil creature transformed from the resentment of the divine soldiers broke the seal.

Fusion of spirit and soul in this dark place is no different from death.

Feng Zhiyuan is courageous, but he never commits suicide.

Le Zhengcheng, who had been ignored for a long time, suddenly let out a roar. The two looked up, only to see an unknown object shrouded in black mist. The mist was steaming and tended to expand outward.

Feng Zhiyuan swung a whip with his backhand, pulling away the black mist pounced on the big ball, although he didn't know how this little boy got here, but he finally answered "Master" no.

The black mist drawn away by the blue light dispersed a few times, but the core wrapped in the black mist still did not reveal itself. He didn't stop, as if he didn't feel any pain, he rushed over again.

Feng Zhiyuan wrestled with him for a while, and his impression of this thing changed from "ugly" to "thick-skinned and resistant to beating". If he hadn't cared about Le Zhengcheng, he really wanted to beat all these evil spirits with a whip. Smoked to death, and then thrown into the forbidden area of ​​the demon world, let them go to accompany Song Ruhuan.

Traitors and evil spirits should be together.

Feng Zhiyuan had too many scruples and couldn't use his hands and feet. The group of evil spirits were cultivated from the bones of ancient god soldiers. They were all fused into one, and their strength was doubled. Downwind.

Seeing the decline, Fu Siqian couldn't control himself, and wanted to rush up to help, but Zhe Ri felt his mood and began to be eager to try, and the golden light exploded all over his body.

Fu Siqian suddenly remembered that Zheri absorbed the power of the bones just now. The evil power in front of him was obtained from the bones of the divine soldier. Could he use Zheri to absorb the power of the bones here for his own use?

The idea sounds far-fetched, but it's worth a try.

Fu Siqian did as soon as he thought of it, and immediately summoned Zheri, looked at the dancing golden light in his hand, and closed his eyes.

There have been several fights here, and the bones that had been flattened had been divided into piles. Fu Siqian picked the largest pile next to him, and prepared to make Zheri "eat" well in it.

Fu Siqian could feel the excitement of Zheri. As soon as he let go of his hand, the golden light jumped into the pile of bones in front of him and ran around in it.

The big ball moved to his side at some point, looked at the golden light jumping up and down in the pile of bones, and said slowly: "Missing, missing, one, half."

Fu Siqian connected these four words, and repeated them silently several times in his heart, but he still couldn't understand the meaning of Daqiu. Since this ball might be Feng Zhiyuan's younger brother, he still smiled amicably: "Speak clearly. ,Do you understand?"

Daqiu stared at Fu Siqian with a pair of vertical pupils. The wounds he was injured by Zheri could no longer be seen clearly. The two vertical pupils were shining with moist light, which looked very much like a high-quality green agate.

Fu Siqian didn't expect to get a reply from the big ball, comparing it to an old top with a broken spring, it creaked and couldn't make a single turn with a few whips.

Listening to him speak hard.

Probably because the old spinning top was getting angry, Daqiu stretched out his stubby hand, pointed at Fu Siqian, and threw out a series of words: "Original, come, you, just, yes, one, half."

The seven words made him dance for a long time. After hearing the next word, he forgot the previous one. Fu Siqian thought for a while before connecting these words into one sentence: So you are only half.

Just now Daqiu seems to have said that Zheri is half, but now this sentence means that Zheri is not half, but he is half?

But what does "half" mean?

Fu Siqian still cared about these words, after all, the few words Da Qiu said before were basically correct, maybe he could really see something that others couldn't.

"What does half mean?"

Fu Siqian squinted his eyes, bent down unhurriedly, and wanted to pick up Zhe Ri who was full, but stopped suddenly when he was about to touch the hilt of the sword.The filth of those bones is really disgusting, filled with a mildewy and dark atmosphere, thinking that it might be the bones that have been fermented here for hundreds of years, Fu Siqian's stomach churns, if the sense of smell is not sealed, He's afraid he's going to vomit now.

Covered from the sun, dirty.

This sword is dirty, Fu Siqian thought bitterly.

Feng Zhiyuan jumped back to Fu Sigan's side, and commanded Jiu Mie to fight with Le Zhengcheng, who had been occupied by evil spirits. Compared with last night, the monster's fighting power was much stronger, and the blue light cage that had been set up before had lost its ability to attack him. The control power can only be delayed for a while.

If you want to trap him, you must leave here, and keep those evil spirits separated from the bones at the bottom of the cliff.

"The skeleton at the bottom of the cliff is the source of his strength, and it is unlikely that he can save Le Zhengcheng."

Feng Zhiyuan didn't know what Fu Siqian thought about Le Zhengcheng, and he could vaguely feel that he didn't reject him. All the methods are based on the premise of trapping Le Zhengcheng.

"So I plan to lure him into the cave just now, and try to see if I can destroy his behavior of absorbing power from this pile of bones." As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the crack not far away, thinking about how to get rid of it. The monster lured over, "I'll lure him down later, you wait here, try to stay as far away from the crack as possible, so as not to collapse—"

"Don't be so troublesome." Fu Siqian interrupted him, and threw the golden light into the air with a wave of his hand, "Maybe I can try to steal his source of power."

Just now Zheri was only allowed to absorb a small part of the power of the bones, judging from Jin Guang's excited look, it should have been successful, now Zheri can be used to grab the "milk" of the evil spirits.

"Honey, let Jiu Mie take him for a walk first, and I'll let Zhe Ri drill his granary."

Fu Siqian smiled like a fox, with evil hidden in his sharp eyebrows, revealing a hint of evil, but he looked more smoky than his usual cold appearance.

Feng Zhiyuan made a "tsk", instantly understood what Fu Siqian meant, and directed Jiu Mie to draw the black mist aside: "Zheri can absorb this kind of power, whether you were the North Sea God of War or the North Sea Devil in your previous life, use It is easier to generate Yin Qi than me, a demon cultivator."

Fu Siqian laughed when he heard this, with a mocking face, and said: "Why is the God of War called the God of War? Isn't it because he kills so many people that no one dares to fight back. If no one dares to call you the devil, then you are the God of War."

In the final analysis, he, the God of War in the North Sea, was only killed. After the Battle of Killing the Gods, he didn't really become a devil.

In his previous life, Feng Zhiyuan was the great disciple of Wugou City, with a bright future, and he had never done anything harmful to the world, so he was labeled as the "devil of the world".

In the final analysis, it's just that the world bullies the weak and fears the hard.

Hearing the irony in his words, Feng Zhiyuan patted his hand reassuringly: "Never mind God of War, in my eyes you are just Fu Siqian, and in your eyes, I am just Feng Zhiyuan."

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "No."

Feng Zhiyuan: "???"

"In my eyes, you are more than just Feng Zhiyuan." Fu Sigan counted with his fingers, "You are still a baby, Xiaoqinger, darling, Qingqinger..."

Feng Zhiyuan: "..."

On the side, Da Qiu suddenly spit out two words slowly: "Cheat, son."

"..." Fu Siqian's voice stopped abruptly, and he decided to take back the statement that he felt that the ball could see different things. To say that he is a liar is obviously nonsense!

Feng Zhiyuan made a one-word evaluation in an unclear manner: "Tsk."

Fu Sigan's heart trembled, and he patted his chest to promise: "I am not a liar, I am sincere!"

Feng Zhiyuan was terrified when he saw it, and quickly blocked his hand: "Did you forget your injury?"

Fu Siqian looked down and saw that the wound on his heart had stopped bleeding after spraying the medicine powder before. Now that he slapped him, blood started to flow out again. He closed his senses and didn't feel any pain. It's kind of scary.

The thief is scary.

Fu Sigan raised his throat, and looked at Feng Zhiyuan with a mournful face: "I won't shoot myself to death, will I?"

Feng Zhiyuan was still angry at first, but his anger subsided after hearing this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Then you didn't pat it lightly or hard just now. He smashed a big stone in his chest, but you smashed his chest vigorously."

"You're still laughing, man, you're playing with fire!"

Fu Siqian was also happy after he finished speaking. Feng Zhiyuan, who pretended to be Feng Tinghan, also said this in Excalibur Illusion before, let alone the plot of Dog Blood Mary Su, it sounds quite meaningful.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't know what was special about these words, but seeing that Fu Siqian was so happy, he didn't mind taking his words and continued: "I don't play with fire, I play with you."

Fu Siqian: "!!!"

If he hadn't known that Feng Zhiyuan had never lived in the world outside the book, he would really have suspected that this person, like him, might have an identity in another world, or an identity similar to the president.

Just, outrageous.

Fu Siqian was taken aback by the sudden golden light, and when he looked up, he saw Le Zhengcheng who was being tightly entangled and pulled back by Jiu Mie. Let's settle the matter in front of us."

Fu Siqian felt that both he and Feng Zhiyuan were capable of accomplishing great things, that when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, and when evil spirits pounced on his face and indulged in talking, he was really a master of calmness and composure.

With such a dangerous guy, the two of them could laugh and laugh for a long time.

They are a perfect match for madness...!

Absorbing a lot of power, the golden light covering the sun soared, illuminating the entire bottom of the cliff, and even Le Zhengcheng, who was rushing forward in front of him, was covered with a layer of golden light. The golden light wiped away the black mist on his body, revealing a... A face full of eyes.

Fu Siqian felt that there was no need to remove the black mist, the eyes that didn't look like a face, no, the face that didn't look like eyes... Forget it, anyway, it shouldn't be seen.

A plant with blind eyes.

The power of Zheri was tyrannical, Feng Zhiyuan weighed it, took Jiu Mie back, and retreated to the side with Fu Sigan in his arms: "That thing has absorbed the power, what should we do next?"

Fu Siqian was still talking, and Zhe Ri, who was floating beside him, hummed first, obviously protesting Feng Zhiyuan's title, calling it "that thing"!

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, and changed his mind from Shan Ruliu: "Since the waste crawled out of the pile of bones, let it deal with those evil spirits? Tsk, can it do it?"

The golden light that covered the sun flew out of Fu Siqian's control in an instant, and slammed into the black mist that was rushing towards them.

Feng Zhiyuan hooked his lips: "You are quite angry."

Fu Siqian rubbed his palms with his fingers: "Don't be angry, when the matter is over, I will clean it up."

"What's so angry about this?" Feng Zhiyuan pretended to be surprised, "Why did you clean it up, I think it's quite obedient, please be nice to it."

Fu Siqian glanced at the ferocious blue light flickering under his sleeve, and silently shed tears of sympathy for Zhe Ri. It seemed that he didn't need to take action. Jiu Mie and Feng Zhiyuan were connected, so excited, I'm afraid it was his fault. The baby is almost out of control.

Not far away, the golden light surrounding the monster with head and eyes obviously swelled, chattering endlessly, one sword after another, cutting off the left part of the black mist for a while, and cutting off the right part of the black mist for a while, playing differently Lehu, during the period, I still didn’t forget to fly this way, just like a peacock with its tail open.

Fu Siqian turned his head indifferently. He and Zheri are also seal seals. He can sense part of Zheri's psychology. For example, the psychology that Zheri wants to show in front of Feng Zhiyuan now. The sword follows its master. How much he likes Feng Zhiyuan Abyss, Shading the Sun will naturally not be a simple rejection.

Is it your turn to perform with a sword?Ah!

It deserves to be cleaned up.

Feng Zhiyuan glanced at the battle situation, and couldn't help sighing: "This trash is quite powerful."

Unbelievable flashed across Fu Siqian's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Trash is trash, no matter how powerful it is, it won't go anywhere!"

Feng Zhiyuan: "???"

After Fu Siqian finished speaking, he also realized that he was too yin and yang, so he made up for it: "It doesn't respect you very much, no matter how powerful it is, you have to deal with it."

Just as Feng Zhiyuan was about to shake his head, he saw Fu Siqian looking at him coldly, with a bit of grievance in between, he nodded immediately: "Clean it up!"

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was elated, but Fu Siqian's tone was much lighter, with an unconcealable smile in his voice: "It's all up to you."

Feng Zhiyuan: "..."

Feng Zhiyuan would probably never guess that the famous God of War of the North Sea would be jealous of his natal magic weapon.

Not far away, the group of evil spirits were maddened by Zhe Ri's teasing, and suddenly violently jumped up, throwing Zhe Ri, who was flamboyant in mid-air, to the ground. Before everyone could react, he opened his mouth and swallowed the ball of golden light.

swallowed.

The.

Fu Siqian's expression cracked completely, pointing at the black mist with shock and anger in his eyes: "Can that thing be swallowed?"

Feng Zhiyuan was afraid that he would slap his chest again if he got excited, so he quickly grabbed his hand in advance, and at the same time waved his free hand towards the black mist, only to see the blue light explode, Jiu Mie came out of the sky, and the whip shadow was sharp, brushing in mid-air Falling, suppressing the black mist.

After all, Zheri is a divine sword, even if it is swallowed, it will be fine, Feng Zhiyuan has no lack of gloating on his face: "Don't worry, I will spit it out."

Fu Siqian looked hopeless, and let out a cry from the depths of his soul: "Zhiri just crawled out of the pile of bones, wouldn't swallowing it be the same as swallowing something that smells like a rotting corpse?"

Feng Zhiyuan: "..."

With you beating your chest and feet, what you care about is not your natal magic weapon, but the taste that the evil spirit tasted?

At this moment, the big ball came to them, the scales on his body exploded, and a different kind of light radiated from the two vertical pupils, looking a little flustered.

"Quick, run!"

This sound is different from all the sounds just now. Although it is still slow, the two words are trembling, as if a hoarse throat made the last cry.

After he finished shouting, the blue light suppressing the black mist not far away suddenly went out, and the black mist also stopped moving, as if everything around him had lost the power to resist.

Feng Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, he panicked for no reason, he subconsciously clenched Fu Siqian's hand: "I feel something is wrong."

Tick-tick-tick-

Da da da--

Everything was silent, and the sound of thick water dripping could be heard. This sound came from the direction of the black mist, like saliva dripping to the ground.

But that rattling sound was different, it sounded like it was coming from a farther place.

——It’s a string of syllables.

The scales on Daqiu's body exploded even more, and the injured vertical pupil was bloody again, and he shouted at Feng Zhiyuan again: "Quick, run!"

Da da da--

"Master, man, hurry up, run!"

Almost weeping blood, he slammed on the eardrum so hard that Feng Zhiyuan had no time to think, and hurriedly led Fu Siqian back, but he found out as soon as he moved, that he couldn't feel a trace of spiritual power.

He was just about to ask Fu Siqian, when he suddenly remembered that since just now, the person in his arms had suddenly lost his voice and did not make any movements.

not good!

Feng Zhiyuan suddenly lowered his head, but saw that Fu Siqian was motionless with his eyes open, his chest was still rising and falling, and he was still alive.

After confirming this point, Feng Zhiyuan's heart slowly fell back into his stomach.

I don't know what happened around me, the spiritual power can't be used, and the restriction in the cave is very imaginable, but the difference is that in the cave, I can still feel the existence of spiritual power in the body, and at this moment——

He can't feel the slightest bit of spiritual power, and he can't even sense Jiu Mie. Now it's like a complete