Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The competition is a grand event of the righteous way, and practitioners of the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stages of all sects can participate. In the past few days, cultivators from other sects have arrived at Wuji Mountain one after another.

In order to help Feng Tinghan refine the flames in the snow, Fu Siqian stayed up for several nights, and hurriedly left the customs on the eve of the competition. He was so tired that he wanted to beat Feng Tinghan when he saw Feng Tinghan.

The flame in the snow melted into the Nine-section Whip, which made the blue color of the Nine-Mie Whip Tail a bit lighter, and the pitch-black whip body seemed to be covered with a layer of white and moist light, which slowly flowed under the moonlight.

A look of amazement flashed across Feng Tinghan's eyes, he stroked the word "Jiu Mie" on the handle, feeling the coolness after being blessed by Xue Zhongyan, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Fu Siqian stretched his muscles and bones, and snorted coldly, "Ancestor, try it."

Jiu Mie was connected with his spirit and soul, and he knew that his rank had risen to a higher level from the first day of junior high school. Feng Tinghan was in a good mood, and when he heard Fu Sigan's words, he quickly acted like a good boy: "Master is like this, but it has broken me."

Outside the Suiyu Palace, there was a gust of evil wind at the foot of Duanhun Cliff, and inside the Suiyu Palace, the sound of long whips smashing through the air became one piece, two different sounds mixed together, and suddenly it was like thousands of horses galloping.

Fu Siqian nodded in satisfaction. After this retreat, Feng Tinghan's practice has improved a lot. It seems that it is not only as simple as building a foundation, but now with the addition of Nine Extinctions, it is no problem to win the first place in the competition.

A new glazed lamp was installed next to the corridor in the courtyard, and the light reflected Feng Tinghan's figure on the ground. He thoughtfully danced the whip to Fu Siqian. He put his heart into every move and move, just as a reward for this person begging for snow for him. Zhong Yan took pains to refine his love.

Fu Siqian leaned on the railing and watched for a long while, always felt that this scene seemed familiar, with aggressive moves and aggressive momentum.

After the last move, Feng Tinghan stopped his movements, took Jiu Mie back into his body, and slowly walked towards Fu Siqian, his eyebrows raised, full of pride and confidence: "What do you think, Master?"

The black long whip wrapped around Feng Tinghan's waist, and slowly disappeared. Fu Sigan frowned indistinctly, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

Feng Tinghan moved closer, he had just played a whip, and his body was filled with heat, when he saw a leaf fell off Fu Siqian's shoulder, he stretched out his hand to brush it off for him, and at the same time, he dragged out a long tune and jumped out word by word: " Master—respect—"

Fu Siqian stepped back suddenly as if he had been scalded, the railing knocked against the bones, and there was a muffled sound, together with Feng Tinghan's hand hanging in the air, he became a witness to the stagnation of the atmosphere.

Time is a reincarnation, overlapping the past with the present, Feng Tinghan didn't know what he thought of, his eyes dimmed, watching the leaves slip from Fu Siqian's shoulders to the ground, he retracted his hand pretending to be natural, as if nothing had happened just now, showing the same With the same obedient smile as usual: "It's getting late, Master, go to bed early, tomorrow is the competition meeting, and the apprentice will leave first."

Fu Siqian stretched out his hand involuntarily, touched the corner of Feng Tinghan's clothes with his fingertips, and let it slip off again. He looked at the people walking farther and farther, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound after all.

The subconscious reaction couldn't be faked, Feng Tinghan remembered Fu Siqian's actions of avoiding him, and laughed at himself, knowing that this would be the result, subconsciously still had a chance.Forget it, it's so good, clear up the expectations that shouldn't be there early, and avoid hesitation in the future.

The wind at night is very cool, what happened just now is like a revolving lantern, Feng Tinghan's momentary loss, and those peach blossom eyes that are slowly dimming, like the last star falling and destroying, wherever it reaches Full of despair and relief.

Makes people feel bad.

Fu Siqian looked down at his hand, did he want to hold Feng Tinghan at that moment?

But why?

What the world sees and what people think is different.

People can only see what they want to see.

And people's hearts are more difficult to understand than Linglong Bureau.

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The sky was just right, and a number of people gathered in front of the Hall of Sages. The secret realm of the competition conference was about to open, and all the best new disciples from various sects and sects came, all of them gearing up for the competition to begin.

Fu Siqian glanced outside the Hall of Sages several times but didn't see Feng Tinghan. When he got up in the morning, Feng Tinghan's disrespectful thing had already left by himself, and he just left a note saying that he had made an appointment with someone. Go first.

Who would come to Broken Soul Cliff to ask him out? Fu Siqian gritted his teeth and felt that he was just full enough to take all the effort to refine Xuezhongyan for him.

Isn't it just hiding for a while, worthy of holding grudges to this extent?

The more Fu Siqian thought about it, the more angry he became, and he didn't look outside, the narrow-minded bastard will fend for himself.

Yan Junxing knocked on Fu Siqian's arm with the Louyun fan, and knocked the drowsy person lying on the table smartly. Against Fu Siqian's dark face, Yan Junxing smiled and gossiped: "Have trouble with the little apprentice!" Contradictory?"

Fu Siqian gave him a slap in the face, which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, and someone can cure this ignorant guy. Yan Junxing was very happy, not afraid of Fu Siqian's warning, and pretended to be concerned: "I'm so worried that I didn't sleep all night, do you want me to settle it for you?" Forget it, when will you two reconcile?"

Fu Siqian looked indifferent: "'Third Young Master is lonely and wants to talk to someone', you said, if I shouted like that, would there be one or two people who are close to you among the various sects here who want to hold candles with you? Night talk?"

Yan Junxing glanced out of the hall subconsciously, and met several gazes. He couldn't stand this most. He was so frightened that he shivered all over, and hurriedly hid in the corner of the hall of sages. If you continue to behave like this, you will be punished sooner or later!"

Repay your sister!Fu Siqian curled his lips, and yawned with his forehead propped up. Yan Junxing's annoying spirit caught his attention. He tossed and turned in a daze last night but didn't fall asleep.

Not far away, Le Zhengcheng was discussing the opening of the secret realm with people from various sects, and it would take some time. Fu Siqian closed his eyelids in peace, and prepared to sleep for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he closed his eyelids, his arm was slapped twice, and Fu Siqian slapped the table and growled: "Are you done with Yan Junxing?!"

"Did I disturb you?" There was a smile in the gentle voice, and a faint fragrance permeated the air as the visitor sat down, "If you ask me, I don't know whether Yan Jun's trip is over."

It seems that I can't sleep anymore, Fu Siqian pinched the bridge of his nose, and explained helplessly: "I mistook someone, I thought Yan Junxing was here to trouble me again."

Xiao Nianyuan smiled silently, poured him a cup of tea, and after a while he sighed meaningfully: "I can't believe that you will become familiar with Jun Xing and get along so well."

The tea had been steeped for too long, and the color was very dark. Fu Sigan scratched the side of the cup and smiled lazily: "It's not too ripe."

"Really?" The embroidery ran off the thread, Xiao Nianyuan hooked the end of the thread, and wrapped it around his knuckles several times, "In the past, the two of you always confronted each other, but now... I'm confused, what can I say about this, Zhao Yuan, I am very happy that you are like this now."

Confused and unable to understand, Fu Siqian wanted to ask "how am I doing now", but was startled by Xiao Nianyuan's eyes, and immediately couldn't care about it.

Fu Siqian lowered his head, Xiao Nianyuan understood what he meant with just one reaction, and smiled wryly after a while: "I didn't see it clearly before, but now you are friendly with others, but I understand it, but Zhaoyuan, why did you change? ?”

The shell has changed a core, how can it remain the same?

It's like pouring a ladle of cold water on your head, brushing away the dust of the past, revealing those details, spreading out the secret thoughts under the sun, without any cover.

Where is the deep friendship, the indescribable mood is clearly the obsession left by the former owner of this shell, no wonder, no wonder Yan Jun's guild said that sentence, it is not just to accept it willingly!

Fu Siqian suddenly realized that the original owner was yearning for Xiao Nianyuan, pleasing him, wanting nothing, and wanting nothing. That's why after Xiao Nianyuan's death, Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable escaped from the world, Wuji Mountain went to the bottom so easily.

Xiao Nianyuan intermittently mentioned the past, and then stopped talking, he looked at Fu Siqian, wanting to see some memories of the past from this man's face, but unfortunately Fu Siqian is not the original Zhaoyuan, what he wanted to see, After all, it can no longer be seen.

Raising an apprentice is not easy, and you have to settle your emotional debts. Fu Siqian had a headache, scolded the original owner's eighteen generations of ancestors, and said to Xiao Nianyuan: "Nianyuan, I—"

Xiao Nianyuan interrupted him, and said something without beginning or end: "You used to call me Xihua, but you never wanted to call me Nianyuan."

The world's top master, the object of countless people's admiration, who dare not even call her name, how much love do you have to be afraid of showing a little affection and embarrassing the other party?Fu Siqian was not the original owner, so he couldn't appreciate the deep-seated treasure. He just occasionally felt sour due to the residual emotion of this body. He only regarded it as friendship for his friends, and never thought about it in that way.

Fu Siqian slowly looked away under Xiao Nianyuan's expectant gaze, he had no way to respond to this feeling on behalf of the original owner, all he could do was to reject Xiao Nianyuan in a gentle way as possible.

The wind picked up, blowing away the last scent left in the air.

After a long time, I went to Le Zhengcheng to discuss it. Fu Siqian was still holding the teacup, and the tea had gradually turned cold. He remembered Xiao Nianyuan's appearance before he left. The gentle and decent fairy smiled so ugly for the first time, dumb The words "I'm leaving" left in my throat, and then I left.

Fierce emotions suddenly surged from his heart, and then slowly calmed down. Fu Siqian knew that this was the thought left by the original owner. Now, these traces have disappeared with Xiao Nianyuan's departure.

This trip is a different journey, this is the last side.

Fu Siqian didn't drink that cup of tea in the end.

He was not the one who missed it, nor was the overcooked tea for him.

After living half his life without being in love, Fu Siqian felt a little envious for the first time, wondering whether he would have such a deep-rooted infatuation in the future, even if it disappeared, he would still remember it.