Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Peach Blossom Crisp really tastes good, soft and sweet, it melts in the mouth.

Fu Sigan hooked the tip of his tongue, and rolled the peach blossom pastry around his lips into his mouth. The tip of his tongue seemed to touch something tougher. He didn't care, and just concentrated on chewing the pastry in his mouth.

Feng Tinghan's eyes darkened, he stared straight at Fu Siqian, and twitched the fingertips hanging by his side slightly, as if the slippery touch was still left: "Master, how does it taste?"

Fu Siqian gave a soft "um" from his nasal cavity, pointed to the front, and signaled Feng Tinghan to follow him.

Feng Tinghan put the rest of the peach blossom cakes into "Chaosi", silently looking at the spotless righteous immortal in front of him, with such a light and dusty appearance, it was [-]% like the rumored exiled immortal.

It is rumored that Zhaoyuan Xianzun is pure-hearted and ascetic, he does not eat fireworks in the world, like a fairy, he has no love, hate, love or desire.

However, the light scent of pine and bamboo at the tip of the man's hair, the warm touch on the side of the neck...all of them are wrapped in a cocoon by the ascetic shell, and only a little exposed is enough to attract people.

Desires that cannot be ignored are like sparks falling into a frying pan, crazily clamoring for invasion and possession in a dark corner, burning people's hearts unbearably.

Want to tear off his mask, want to break his prudence, want to pull him into the mortal world, want to know what he looks like when he is crazy.

Feng Tinghan suppressed the bad taste in his heart, hid all his thoughts, and followed the person in front with a smile.

The Cangbing Pavilion is not far from the Hall of Sages and Sages. It is a building several feet high, with black tiles and red walls, and a gilded plaque that reads "Cangbing Pavilion" in sharp and sharp calligraphy.

There is an enchantment outside the Cangbing Pavilion, which contains not only the magical artifacts collected since the establishment of Wuji Mountain, but also the magical artifacts left by the fall of Da Neng before.Fu Siqian made seals with his hands, and just after he untied the barrier, he heard a voice with a milky voice: "Who is coming, and you haven't reported your name yet!"

Before Fu Siqian could speak, the door of the Cangbing Pavilion opened from the inside, and a little doll half the height of a person floated out. cloud pattern.

"Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?" The little baby opened his eyes wide, leaned in front of Fu Siqian, and circled around him several times.

The original owner had been to the Cangbing Pavilion before, and Fu Siqian knew that he was Liushu, the weapon spirit guarding the Cangbing Pavilion, but how could Liushu say that he had never seen him.

Seeing that Fu Sigan didn't respond, Liu Shu turned around and looked at Feng Tinghan again, and tapped his chest with her fingertips: "It's so beautiful, but it seems to be asleep, let me wake it up!"

A burst of heat went straight to the dantian, Feng Tinghan felt bad, secretly luck suppressed the turbulence in the dantian, and hid behind Fu Sigan at the same time, like a bullied little wife: "Master!"

Fu Siqian raised his hand to block Liu Shu, and with a sweep of his sleeve, the glazed lamps in the Cangbing Pavilion lit up one after another: "Stop making trouble, Liu Shu, lead the way to the place where the nine-section whip is placed."

Xiao Qiling was immediately distracted by his thoughts, turned around and drifted to one side: "Nine Festival Whip is upstairs, follow me."

Axes, hooks, forks, knives, guns, sticks, and all kinds of magic weapons, many of which are left over, stained with the essence and blood of the previous master, are difficult to be used by others. Glory.

Go up to the third floor and pass through two stone rooms before arriving at the room where the nine-section whip is kept.In the world of comprehension, there are very few people who use the nine-section whip. Even in the huge Wuji Mountain, there are not a few decent nine-section whips in the Cangbing Pavilion.

Fu Siqian couldn't understand this thing, so he simply stepped aside and let Feng Tinghan choose by himself: "Try it, and pick the one that suits your needs."

Nothing can hurt the child. In the original book, the male lead is holding the ancient sword. Fu Siqian looked at Feng Tinghan and couldn't help feeling sympathetic. The ancient sword was gone, and all he could give was a nine-jointed whip.

Feng Tinghan enthusiastically started to try it out, the more he tried, the more disappointed he became, his criteria for judging were very subjective, if it didn't suit him, it was bad.After not finding a suitable one for a long time, Feng Tinghan waved the whip twice, and shook his head at Fu Sigan again.

Fu Siqian rubbed the center of his brows: "Is it not to your liking?"

Liu Shu put her hands on her hips, shook her head and said, "This is the last nine-section whip in the Cangbing Pavilion!"

Feng Tinghan was thinking whether he should just pick one and wronged himself, but just turned his head and realized, does he have a bag in his head, why should he wrong himself?

"Master, these are not convenient. In fact, it doesn't matter what I use, but the magic weapon is a personal thing. If I treat it casually, I will lose face?"

His cultivation level is not high, and he has quite a lot of requirements. Fu Siqian looked at Feng Tinghan, and wanted to reply "I'm not afraid of losing face", but with his identity here, he could only reply dryly: "Yes."

"Master, what should we do now?"

Fu Sigan sighed, resigned his fate and said, "Let's go, I'll take you down the mountain to try your luck."

Liu Shu was sitting on the table, tilting her head to listen to the two of them talking, she was listening with great interest, she was caught off guard when she heard this, she hadn't seen a living person for decades, she quickly stopped her and said: "The nine-section whip is not what you want, look at other Well, there are a lot of magical artifacts here, you can always find the right one if you look around in a few more rooms."

"No need, I—" Feng Tinghan grabbed Fu Sigan's arm before he finished speaking, "What's wrong?"

Feng Tinghan forced a smile: "I'm fine, Master, let's go shopping again."

Fu Siqian gave him a steady look, then looked down at the hand on his arm, maybe the friend in front of him didn't notice how much strength he used on his hand.

Feng Tinghan frowned, as if his head was being pricked by a needle, he was struck by bursts of severe pain, which he couldn't stand one second, but calmed down the next.

At some point, Liu Shu had already floated to the front, and seeing the two of them still standing in place, she shouted angrily: "Why are you still standing there, hurry up and follow!"

Fu Siqian held Feng Tinghan's hand behind his back: "Lean on me if you're not feeling well, look at you, can't you go shopping another day?"

"No way!" Feng Tinghan's headache was about to split, he groaned, "Master, no way."

Yes, you are an ancestor.

Fu Siqian sighed, and resigned himself to supporting him to go forward, what else could he do, he should not be pampered.

"Master, stop!"

"What's wrong?" Fu Siqian was startled by him.

Feng Tinghan pointed to the wall beside him, and heaved a sigh of relief: "I found it."

Liu Shu looked in the direction he pointed, and exclaimed, "Ah, it's awake!"

Fu Siqian didn't know what these two people were playing with, what did they find?What woke up?He followed and looked over, only to see a dark wall with a sword hanging on the wall. The blade was so black that it was hard to spot without looking carefully.

The buzzing sound lingered in his ears, and the white light in front of his eyes was shining brightly. Fu Siqian closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he saw a scene that made his eyes tear apart.

The sword hanging on the wall was floating in the air for some reason, and was stabbing at Feng Tinghan. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw the sword spontaneously fell into Feng Tinghan's hand.

Fu Siqian breathed a sigh of relief: "Liu Shu, what's going on?"

Xiao Qiling excitedly jumped into the air, circling Feng Tinghan, his eyes sparkling: "The sword spirit recognizes the master!"

Sword spirit?Ancient Excalibur?

"Sword Spirit?" The pain on his body had disappeared, Feng Tinghan flicked the blade, "Don't you want to recognize the master, why don't you come out?"

White light flashed, and a palm-sized ball of light appeared in the air. It slowly transformed into a human form and stood on the sword. Looking at Feng Tinghan, he said in a disgusted tone, "Are you the one I'm waiting for?"

Feng Tinghan: "..."

"Pfft." Liu Shu blinked and looked at the little sword spirit, "Why haven't you grown up at all?"

Sword Spirit: "..."

The little sword spirit fluttered its wings and opened its mouth wide angrily to scare Liu Shu.

This thing is the sword spirit of the ancient sword?Fu Siqian looked at Feng Tinghan sympathetically: "The sword spirit needs a seal to recognize its master, I think this sword spirit... what do you think, you want to accept it?"

The natal magic weapon needs to make a contract with the spirit, and one person can only seal with one magic weapon.

"What else can I think about." The sword spirit sat on the sword, with his short legs crossed, raised his chin towards the wind and listened to the cold, as much as he wanted, "Of course it is to form a seal with my uncle, Make a contract!

Feng Tinghan didn't hesitate at all: "I refuse."

Liu Shu pointed at the sword spirit and laughed: "You said before that the world was rushing to make a seal with you, but now they don't want you."

"It's this kid who doesn't know what to do!" Jian Ling slid down from the sword, and leaned towards Feng Tinghan cursingly, "I'm warning you, don't toast or eat fine wine, sir, it's an ancient sword. I will guarantee you to walk sideways in the world!"

Seeing that the sword spirit was about to pounce on Feng Tinghan, Fu Sigan waved his hand and slapped it to the ground.

"Presumptuous! He Fangxiao is young, how dare you push me!"

Fu Siqian glanced at the knife, his cultivation base was suppressed, and the sword spirit was directly forced back into the sword: "Since you don't want to take it, let's put down the sword."

Feng Tinghan didn't care at all, so what about the ancient sword, even if he didn't take it, he could still walk sideways in the cultivation world.

Jian Lingling felt that Feng Tinghan was about to leave, so he couldn't care about anything else. It had waited for so long, how could it give up at this time!

The blade of the sword suddenly burst into intense white light, and the pain swept back like a tidal wave. Feng Tinghan tilted his body and fell into Fu Siqian's arms.