Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The flying boat shuttled among the clouds, like a flying butterfly, floating over the town without leaving a trace.

Going to Jiangyang, all major sects sent people there, and Wuji Mountain was the first to bear the brunt. Fu Siqian became the undisputed leader on the entire flying boat by virtue of his cultivation and seniority.

The situation is critical, and we set off overnight yesterday, so there were not many people active in the morning.Fu Siqian Yujian went to the city, and when he came back just in time for the meal, the flying boat gradually became noisy, and he could still smell the strong aroma of the meal.

The Wuji Mountain practice pursues bigu, and the attitudes of the other sects are very different. Six out of ten are against it, and three are grass. Also quite particular.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about the Zangjian Peak where Zhao Zhengyang is located. This is a sect that is particular about eating. It occupies a mountain. He is good at food. It is said that half of the disciples in Cangjian Peak go there for food, so Cangjian Peak has another name, Cangfan Peak.

When I went to Jiangyang this time, two people from each sect came, most of them were the leaders of the new generation of disciples.A man named Qi Shuyun came to Zangjian Peak, he was the son of the lord of Jiangshui City. Others stuffed things into storage bracelets, but he stuffed people into the flying boat. If you don’t bring a cook, it will be cold.” This is a complete confirmation of Cangfan Peak’s name.

At meal time, the small kitchen is very lively, and there is a group of people around the door. When Fu Siqian passed by, he glanced at him and saw Mr. Qi, who said "it must be cold without a cook". The cultivators talked about today's food.

What happened in the Hall of Sages before has already spread, and "Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable cannot be messed with" has become the latest consensus among all sects. When everyone saw Fu Siqian from a distance, they hurriedly closed their voices and said hello respectfully: "I have seen the Immortal Venerable."

"Immortal Venerable Stay." Qi Shuyun ran to the door of the small kitchen and greeted warmly, "Today I made crab roe soup dumplings, eight-treasure Yuanxiao, exquisite and auspicious, come and taste it, Immortal Venerable."

Enthusiastic as a waiter in a restaurant and restaurant, Fu Siqian was speechless for a while, thinking that this person was as good as Yan Junxing, because he had a bohemian temperament.He has observed consciously or unintentionally that this Mr. Qi, who only wanted to be a cook, got acquainted with other people not long after he got on the flying boat.

Just so happens to be the type he hates the most.

In short, it is not as pleasing as silly white sweet.

Fu Siqian resolutely rejected Qi Shuyun's invitation, and went back to the house directly. The residence was arranged according to the sect, two people share one room, and he alone.Because Feng Tinghan was sick, Fu Siqian took him back to his residence for the convenience of taking care of him.

Inside the room, Feng Tinghan was leaning against the bed with a book in his hands, when he saw Fu Siqian coming in, he put down the book and got up to get out of bed.

"Sit on the bed obediently." Pushing the person back to the bed, Fu Siqian also sat on the edge of the bed, skillfully wrapped around Feng Tinghan's wrist, and he stole a teacher with Jin Yaoshi, and took Feng Tinghan's pulse on time every morning and evening, " Do you feel uncomfortable after drinking the medicine?"

Feng Tinghan shook his head: "Master, thank you for your worries, everything is fine and there is no discomfort."

Fu Siqian glanced at the book next to him, and asked casually, "What book are you reading? Didn't sleep for a while?"

The book was hung on the bedside, the words on the cover were almost missing, and there was a painting underneath, which was hazy and unclear, but two people could be vaguely recognized in the painting.

Feng Tinghan froze, and cleared his throat pretending to be natural: "Ahem, it's nothing, just take whatever you want."

"Really?" Fu Siqian raised his eyelids to look at him, and suddenly smiled, then let go of his hand, making a gesture to pick up the book, "Didn't you read it just now? Let me see what book you just picked up." .”

Feng Tinghan snatched the book, stuffed it into his arms, and said with a sneering smile: "Master, there's really nothing to see, it's just a book of folk tales, just draw something fresh and watch the fun."

This pushes and gives way, the appearance of being unruly and not straightforward, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a ghost. Curiosity came for no reason. Fu Siqian originally only wanted to tease him. What is tucked in.

"Did you give it to me yourself, or..."

Fu Siqian laughed before he finished speaking. The relationship between other people's masters and apprentices is very good. He and Feng Tinghan always felt that there was something wrong with each other, and they were not so warm. This was the first time they played around like this. Broke the window paper and saw a more real side of each other.

The flying boats were jointly bought by various schools, and Fu Siqian's room deservedly was the most luxurious, with thousands of layers of gauze hanging on the bed, and pearl tassels tied together with a loose button.Feng Tinghan hid back with the book in his arms, accidentally hooked the tassel, the curtain floated down, the thousand-layer gauze was as light as a cloud of smoke, covering the bed and couch, covering the faces and bodies of two people.

The pearls and jade tassels jingled, and Fu Siqian raised his eyelids through the looming tulle. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, which was replaced by a smile in an instant: "Why are you so flustered? But you're tired, do you want to sleep for a while?"

Feng Tinghan lowered his head slightly, with a gentle curve on his side face: "Master, you were joking, I didn't tear off the tassels on purpose."

Fu Siqian didn't care about this either, there was a thousand layers of veil between the two of them, and the place he could see was hazy, like a dream or illusion, and he didn't lift the curtain, but only stretched his hand in from below, catching the wind. Ting Han's sleeves were caressing the lines on them one by one.

He suddenly smiled and said, "What is the name of that book? I really want to see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Feng Tinghan could react, he quickly took the book away, then changed his hand, rubbed Feng Tinghan's head, and said in a coaxing tone like a small animal: "Be good, Don't make trouble."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

The pages of the book are curled up, and the words inside are soaked with oil. It looks like it has been around for many years, and it has passed through the hands of countless people.

Feng Tinghan lifted the veil, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he was stuffed with a bag of things. Fu Siqian threw the book on the table behind him, took out several paper bags from the storage bracelet, and piled them all up in Feng Tinghan's arms , and finally picked out the cakes from the pastry shop, with a lazy tone and a slight uptick: "I remember you said before that the medicine is very bitter."

Feng Tinghan didn't understand, so he hugged a lot of things and nodded blankly.

"You can't eat a little bit of bitterness, you're so delicate." With disgust on his lips, his hands didn't stop moving, and he directly handed the piece of pastry to Feng Tinghan's mouth, "Open your mouth, aren't you wronged, I'll give you something sweet .”

The one I picked was a piece of candied fruit, it was the kind that would make my teeth feel sweet, but it was indeed very sweet. Feng Tinghan chewed and swallowed it carefully, and finally pursed his lips and did not speak. It's so frustrating, so sweet.

Crying children have candy, and well-behaved children must also have it.

Even if he didn't, he would have to conjure up sugar.

Fu Siqian knew that the person in front of him poured such a bowl of concoction without making a sound, his face was fine, and he felt wronged in his heart.

There is no limit to the suffering, and there is no limit to the grievance.

You have to find something sweet to coax it.

Fu Siqian rarely sees Feng Tinghan's expression. He has seen this person gentle and respectful, he has seen this person cautious, he has seen this person obedient and wronged... But this is the first time he has seen this silly, white and sweet person with few eyes. This kind of unfathomable depth, seems to be full of thoughts and has nowhere to tell, and also seems to be hesitant and unable to make up his mind.

Fu Siqian asked coldly, "What are you thinking?"

"Thinking about the flowers I gave you earlier." Feng Tinghan didn't realize it until he finished speaking. He was so dazed in his thoughts just now that he directly said what was on his mind without thinking.

Fu Sigan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him thoughtfully, he didn't speak for a long time, his face was so calm that no emotion could be seen.

Feng Tinghan's heart was shocked, and he scolded himself for being too relaxed. He looked down at the big and small bags in his arms, and tentatively called out in a low voice: "Master?"

Fu Siqian didn't answer, Feng Tinghan secretly looked up at him: "Master, I didn't mention this on purpose, don't take it to heart..."

"If you want to see it, just look at it openly. It looks like sneaking." Fu Siqian interrupted him, took a step back and sat down by the table, and tapped the table with his fingers. "It's my fault. I went to look for it before, but I didn't find that flower, I broke my promise, and I promised you but didn't do it."

Feng Tinghan subconsciously shook his head: "No!"

"I did lose the flower you gave me." Fu Siqian took a deep look at him and suddenly laughed, "So when are you going to give me another flower?"

Give me another one, I will keep it carefully this time, and I will never lose it again.

Feng Tinghan vaguely felt that something was changing, and this immortal would never say such things before.

Fu Siqian didn't hear the answer, so he was not in a hurry. He casually opened the book on the table, glanced at it, and found that it was full of densely packed words. After turning another page, there was an illustration, which showed the back of a man. He continued I turned a few more pages and found that there are quite a lot of illustrations in it, evenly distributed, with one every few pages.The illustrations were drawn too freehand, and it was really hard to see what it meant. Bored, he turned to the beginning and looked at the lines of small characters.

After reading for a while, Fu Siqian shut the book abruptly, his face turned red and then turned white, the colorful colors were really pretty.

This book turned out to be a biography of a character, but this biography is too nonsense, arranging, fabricating and imagining, half-truth and half-false are magical, incomprehensible, really too much!In addition, this book is titled as a biography of a character, but there are two lines of romantic descriptions at the beginning of the book, which is unsightly and simply too much!

The most exaggerated thing is that this book is arranged by Zhaoyuan Xianzun, and the whole story is about his affairs with many women.

Fu Siqian frowned and looked at Feng Tinghan, thinking that he saw these messy things, he felt terrible.

At this moment, a sound transmission talisman suddenly appeared in mid-air, and it just stopped at Fu Siqian's fingertips. There was a faint golden light floating on it, slowly outlining the logo of Wuji Mountain.

Fu Siqian pointed his fingertips in the air, and with his movements, the sound transmission talisman slowly unfolded, and the golden light condensed into a line of words, which appeared in front of their eyes.

[Luweishan's strange misfortune suddenly occurs, causing hundreds of casualties, so see it as soon as possible. 】

The author has something to say: [On the cultivation of double-standard dogs]

Before falling off the horse.

Xiao Fu: I hate those who have too much heart and mind. They are so silly and sweet.

After falling off the horse.

Xiao Fu: He actually played tricks on me!So...cute.

【On Xiao Fu's self-positioning】

Mr. Feng hummed and buried himself in scheming people.

Xiao Fu OS: Zai Zai is so cute, calculating people are so cute, crazy for you, banging against the wall for you, mama loves you!

All in all, Xiao Fu is probably Mr. Feng's mother fan.