Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Fu Siqian thought about her words. According to Wen Liuhua's meaning, what he experienced before was the dream of "Three Thousand Worlds".

In the dream, Feng Tinghan was his obsession, Feng Zhiyuan was his obsession, and that white-clothed, snow-haired man should be his obsession.

He felt a little ridiculous, the first two were okay, but the last one was a delusional thought, he didn't even know anyone.

But this does not prevent him from thinking about other things, such as who Feng Tinghan saw in the dream of floating life.

Thinking of this, Fu Siqian's heart moved. He regarded Feng Tinghan as an obsession, and he must also hope that the other party will hold him in his heart.

He has never been in touch with these emotions, and he just thinks it should be fair. He has given out his infatuation, and he has to return the other party's sincerity.

Fu Siqian made a secret note, thinking about the end of this matter, he had to ask Feng Tinghan who he saw.

The high platform was covered with dark clouds, and the blood moon shone with hazy light. The stumps of the surrounding vines turned into fly ash, fell to the ground with the wind, covered the thick root system, and covered the blood-colored buds that had just drilled out of the ground.

Wen Liuhua's soul gradually turned into a solid black state, and she realized that she couldn't hurt Wen Rong in the slightest, so she simply withdrew her hand and let the summoning seal control her.

"Those who enter this realm will not break through the realm, does that mean that those who enter this dreamland cannot break through the dreamland? This is quite interesting." Feng Tinghan's tone was low, unable to detect emotion, and even the word "interesting" was flat and indifferent , as if he didn't care if he would be trapped here.

interesting?Wen Liuhua was stunned for a moment, and looked at Feng Tinghan with more and more strange eyes: "You are trapped here now, and you may not be able to get out in the future. You are not in a hurry but find it interesting?"

Rao Fu Siqian also thought it was strange, but he was different from Wen Liuhua, he thought Feng Tinghan was very interesting.

Feng Tinghan didn't take it seriously: "I don't think a flower can trap me, let alone..."

He paused for a while when he said this, and shot Fu Siqian a look, his eyes mixed with anticipation and excitement, like a cat that can't wait to stretch out its paws to scratch someone.

That kind of eagerness to try is very rare, Fu Siqian was impressed by his own brain, and he held back a smile on his forehead: "Do whatever you want, and I will take care of you if something goes wrong."

This feeling has a taste of sharing weal and woe. Fu Siqian is not a romantic person, and he just remembered a sentence: [-] scenes of drinking and laughing with the father-in-law.

After receiving the letter, Feng Tinghan became more confident, looked at Wen Liuhua and added slowly: "Besides, it is not difficult to destroy this flower."

As soon as the words fell, he made a gesture to extract the "three thousand generations" on Liuhua's face, just as he touched it, he heard an anxious and angry voice, Feng Tinghan withdrew his hand, and raised his lips almost imperceptibly horn.

Wen Liuhua suppressed the fluctuating emotions and warned: "If you still want to get out alive, you'd better not touch that flower."

"Oh? Really?" Feng Tinghan hid his smile, "Then how can I get out of here, please give me some advice from Miss Wen."

"When the "three thousand generations" mature and eat the flowers, you can leave here. "Wen Liuhua paused after finishing speaking, and then added in a low voice, "I also heard what that bastard Wen Rong said. I don't know if it's true. "

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyelids thoughtfully, as if he was considering the feasibility of this method.

Fu Siqian sneered silently: "It's fake, who can say what is picked from a dead person?"

Wen Liuhua asked cautiously: "Brother Immortal, do you want to eat?"

Fu Siqian: "What to eat, I will always find a way to take you out, away from this dirty thing."

Wen Liuhua: "How about you try?"

The two on the left and the right kept arguing, Feng Tinghan suddenly stood up: "It's already here, what are you doing out there?"

Wen Liuhua slowly put out a question mark.

Fu Sigan shut his mouth, how could he have forgotten, this is also a master who does not stop doing things.

Feng Tinghan looked around, and his eyes fell on Wen Rong's soul: "It's been so long, I haven't seen the incarnation of "Three Thousand Worlds", why don't we dig another grave? "

Fu Siqian looked at the two corpses on the ground, and while sighing that Feng Tinghan Qing was better than Lan because of Lan, he also wanted to ask him a question.

It's a pity that Wen Liuhua took the lead and asked, "Whose grave do you want to dig?"

Feng Tinghan smiled softly: "Three Thousand Worlds". "

With a wave of his sleeve, the wind fluttered, and a large blue light was set off on the flat ground, like fireworks falling into the world, exploding around the high platform.

"Evil and evil flowers and trees "three thousand generations", red flower and blood vine, peanuts grow in flesh and blood, and vines grow on the ground. If you want to kill it, you must first destroy the vine. "Feng Tinghan smiled lazily at Wen Liuhua, and calmly swung his whip again, "The vine of "Three Thousand Worlds" is afraid of light and often hides in the dark. "

Under the high platform, where the blue shadow passed by, there was not a single blade of grass growing, and the raised ash of vegetation dazzled people's eyes, only the screams and screams that kept coming from their ears became more and more clear.

Feng Tinghan lashed at Wen Rong's body with a whip, forcibly split the white "Zhu Mencuo" into pieces, and then threw another whip at Wen Liuhua's face.

Fu Siqian felt a strong attraction, and before he lost consciousness, he kept thinking about one thing: How did Feng Tinghan know about "Three Thousand Worlds", could it be that this is also the halo of the protagonist?

The sun is shining, warm and gentle.

His lower body was soft, and Fu Siqian stretched comfortably, and when he was halfway through the stretch, he realized that he stood up quickly and looked around vigilantly.

He recovered, but what the hell is this place? !

Familiar breath came, Fu Siqian turned his face to the side, looking at the person on his shoulder.

Once again, he deeply realized that Feng Tinghan really, really, really liked leaning on his shoulder.

"Master, I've been looking for you for a long time." Feng Tinghan sighed quietly, "I almost visited the whole Wen's house, who knew you were in the haystack."

Fu Siqian glanced around and saw that it was just a haystack, no wonder it was so soft, he patted Feng Tinghan's head: "Do you know where this is?"

"In the great dream of "Three Thousand Worlds". "Feng Tinghan slowly explained, "Jiangyang Xiechong is inseparable from the Wen family. Both Wen Rong and Wen Liuhua are the hosts of "Three Thousand Worlds". In our previous dream in Wen Liuhua, I killed her flower. "Three thousand generations", now we are in Wenrong's dream. "

There was a voice next to him, Fu Siqian turned around quickly, and hid in the haystack against the wind and Tinghan.

"Master? No—" Fu Siqian covered his mouth before he finished speaking, blinking his eyes for no reason.

Fu Siqian pressed his head into his arms, and warned with a breathy voice: "Be quiet, don't be found out."

The haystack was so big that it just blocked the two of them. Fu Siqian breathed a sigh of relief when no one noticed.

"I do not want to!"

The girl with flowers in her hair yelled as she walked, and the old man behind her looked helpless while leaning on a cane.

That young girl is indeed Wen Liuhua, Fu Sigan knew in his heart that the old man should be Mr. Wen without a doubt.

Feng Tinghan pulled down the hand that was covering him, hesitantly looked at the person who was crouching behind the haystack with his arms around him.

"Why, why are you getting angry again?" Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, "You can make trouble after finishing the work, I don't think you are busy now."

Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes at him neatly: "I mean, they can't see us."

Fu Siqian: "..." OK, Fine.

The breeze blew up the front of his clothes, Wen Liuhua stomped his feet, and said angrily: "I don't want to marry that idiot, I, I... I have someone I like!"

Old Man Wen was surprised: "Didn't you always call Brother Rong, Brother Rong, and you said before that he would not marry, when did you change your mind?"

Wen Liuhua twitched for a moment, with a shy expression on his face: "It all happened when I was a child. I met a young master when I went out a few days ago. He, he is very good..."

Fu Siqian shook his head before he finished listening to the next words, feeling rather emotional: "A woman's mouth is a deceit."

Feng Tinghan glanced at him with a half-smile, "Master knows a lot."

"No matter how much I know, I have never practiced it." Xu Shi remembered something unpleasant, and Fu Siqian said coolly, "It's not like you."

When Feng Tinghan No. 20 tried to recall when he had practiced, the two people who had been ignored by them suddenly had a fierce quarrel.

Mr. Wen was in good spirits. He swung the bamboo next to him with a cane, and said loudly: "How do you know that he is not lying to you? He must be a bad person if he said something like that when we met for the first time. I don't want the Wen family to be defeated." in human hands."

"Isn't Wen Rong an outsider?" Wen Liuhua raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her sweetheart being belittled made her very painful, and her tone became aggressive, "He's just a lowly servant who has been eating and drinking our food since he was a child. , do you still want to grab the property now!"

"Liuhua, do you know what you're talking about!"

"I'm not you, I will be deceived by that bitch, I..."

A loud slap interrupted everything, and the quarrel ended with Wen Liuhua running away crying.

Fu Siqian opened his mouth, closed it, opened his mouth, closed it again, struggled for a long time, and asked later, "Is this also fake?"

Feng Tinghan thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "The floating life dream of "Three Thousand Worlds" is divided into two types, one is the complete structure of Wen Liuhua before, and the other is retrospective like Wen Rong, and the retrospective is what actually happened. thing. "

"Wen Liuhua is a girl from a family, and her words are quite ugly." Fu Siqian paused after speaking, and said doubtfully, "You seem to be very familiar with "Three Thousand Worlds". "

Feng Tinghan's brows twitched fiercely, and he resolutely threw the blame away: "Lord Yan told me."

When Yan Fang was good, the intelligence still picked it up and said that Fu Sigan's face turned dark.

After Wen Liuhua ran away in a fit of anger, Mr. Wen sighed several times, and finally said nothing, and chased after him on crutches as if compromising.

After he left, a handsome young man in a long gown came out from the corner, his eyes were red, he thumped the wall, and finally collapsed powerlessly under the corner.

The things that go back are generally the things that have the deepest impact on the dream owner, so the scene is quickly changed in front of him.

In front of him was a tidy room, Fu Siqian stood up, looked around, and his eyes fell on the flower basket on the table.

It was a basket made of bamboo strips, with a shallow mouth and wide sides, and there were several flowers of different colors in it.

Feng Tinghan had a new idea: "Master, do you want to come and guess what these flowers are for?"

Fu Siqian took a deep look at him, and asked earnestly, "Is there any reward for guessing correctly?"