Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

It was late at night, the noise outside gradually subsided, the candles illuminated the room, and the woman in red makeup under the light of the fire turned pale and retreated silently.

Wen Rong approached slowly, as if he was teasing a cat, he didn't seem anxious at all, he poured another glass of wine, with a gentle smile on his face: "Liu Hua, you were very good when you were young, and you would follow behind me , held my hand tightly, and called Brother Rong one after another, saying that you will always love me."

As he spoke, his voice changed, and his tone was a little sharp: "Why did you change? Is it the man you met? Did he lead you down!"

It is said that the bald head is as new as before, and the cover is as old as before. Wen Liuhua shrank his neck in fright, and felt a sore grievance in his heart.The man in front of her had scarlet eyes, and her teeth were clenched, as if she was extremely angry. She opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to bite the bullet and refute.

"Liu Hua, be good, Brother Rong will treat you well." Seeing that she was obedient, Wen Rong changed his face instantly, as if the angry person had never appeared before, "Come on, drink this glass of wine."

Fu Siqian clicked his tongue: "This Wenrong probably has a mental problem, his face is like a page of a book, and he can turn it as soon as he says it."

Feng Tinghan raised his eyes in confusion: "Is there a psychological problem?"

"Psychopathic." Fu Siqian tapped his head, "Simply put, there is probably something missing here."

Feng Tinghan slowly put out a question mark.

Fu Siqian looked at him bitterly, and sighed helplessly: "I've made it so obvious, but you still don't understand?"

Feng Tinghan looked at his "rotten wood can't be carved" gaze, and smiled subtly: "Tuer is dull."

"Short of brain!"

Feng Tinghan: "..."

After a few seconds, Fu Siqian suddenly realized that what he said just now seemed to be ambiguous.He rubbed Feng Tinghan's head, smiled gently, and said kindly: "I'm not saying you have no brains, you have brains."

After he finished speaking, he didn't think it was enough, and he was afraid that Feng Tinghan would feel pimples in his heart, so he specially emphasized: "You have a lot of brains."

Feng Tinghan felt that he couldn't bear the praise of "a lot of brains", which reminded him of the scene in the past, when a whip smashed other people's caps and brains splashed out.

Well, although he enjoyed the exciting process, he really didn't like that scene very much.

This person didn't suffer any disadvantages, with a cute and sensible face, he sincerely praised: "It's all taught well by Master, Master has the most brains, disciples can't match it."

It seems that there seems to be something weird?

How much is the brain measured?Why more than brains?

There are no zombies eating brains!

Fu Siqian felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he subconsciously replied, "Young out of blue is better than blue, in the future you will definitely surpass as a teacher, don't be sad, don't be impatient."

Feng Tinghan looked indifferent: "..."

I'm really not sad, I'm not in a hurry, and I don't want to surpass you.

Wen Liuhua bit her lip, wanted to struggle but was caught by Wen Rong's wrist, poured the glass of wine into her mouth without leaving a drop, and the liquid fell on her neckline, leaving dripping dark traces.

Wen Rong hugged Wen Liuhua into his arms, patted her on the back lightly, and coaxed her softly: "Okay, it's okay, Liuhua is so good, I will treat you well."

Fu Siqian looked contemptuous, hesitant to speak.

The wind listens to the cold blessing to the heart: "A man's mouth is a deceitful ghost?"

In Fu Siqian's mind, what Feng Tinghan said to the heroines in "Supreme God Lord", such as "I will treat you well", "You are very important to me", "I will protect you well"...

Obviously you are the most deceitful ghost, Fu Siqian secretly slandered, thinking that he must discipline Feng Tinghan well, and wipe out the signs of him becoming a stud scumbag.

"Why! Why did it fail again! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

The scene changed and changed to the current mansion of the Wen family. The courtyard was empty, and the angry shouts ended, followed by the sound of throwing things.

Everything was swept to the ground, Wen Rong thumped on the table fiercely, the needle and thread cut his hand, and the blood fell on the plain white silk cloth, leaving streaks.

"You can't do it, do you want to consider my proposal?"

This is Wen Rong's memory, what they saw and heard was what Wen Rong received, and the soft voice rang directly in Wen Rong's mind with deep allure.

"Shut up!" Wen Rong roared viciously, "Don't even think about it, I won't listen to you."

"Haven't you heard about me? Then how did Master Wen die, how did you marry Wen Liuhua, and how did you get the Wen family property? Huh?"

Wen Rong's pupils shrank, and he almost fell to the ground. He gasped heavily, his face turned pale little by little, he slapped the table and shouted: "It's not me! I can't understand what you're talking about at all! I'm so happy, Our childhood sweethearts grew up together, and she also fell in love with me, and I will take good care of her, and we will live happily ever after until we grow old!"

"You really like to deceive yourself and others. Things have already happened, and your hands are covered with blood. It is useless to pretend to be innocent now. If your Liuhua finds out, do you think she will love you? Ah, no, even if she doesn't know, she doesn't seem to love you."

"You are talking nonsense! You forced me!" Wen Rong squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, blood streaming from his hands to his forehead, and his handsome face was painted strangely, "Liu Hua is already married to me, she Love me so much!"

"How could she love you? In her eyes, you are just a lowly servant, a shameless villain who took her family property. You forced her to marry you. She said long ago that you are not worthy of her."

Once a domestic servant, he will never be able to get rid of his status as a domestic servant in this life. Even if he gets the Wen family's property, no one will take him seriously. Wen Rong gritted his teeth, and his mind was full of "lowly family words such as "servant" and "unworthy".

Inferiority is the seed buried in the dark corner of the heart, no matter how many stones are pressed on it, it can break through the ground.

Wild fire, in spring.

Wen Rong's face was as pale as frost, and the blood on his forehead dried up little by little, forming reddish-brown mottled marks. He picked up the silk cloth that fell on the ground, and said in a stern tone: "When I succeed in developing it, what is the Wen family? Everyone knows that the Wen family's writing is my Wen Rong's writing!"

Looking at it all the way, Wen Rong's life trajectory is a history of struggle to get rich, Feng Tinghan sincerely sighed: "This Wen Rong is still ambitious, not to mention anything else, he really did make people mention Wen's family. Just think of him."

Fu Siqian disagreed: "No matter how ambitious you are, you won't live long."

This is correct. The development of the fragrant cloth must be related to the "Three Thousand Worlds". Wen Rong did not know what he had exchanged with the "Three Thousand Worlds" in order to make it successful. He is neither a ghost nor a ghost. Pay for what you did.

Feng Tinghan is keen on guessing riddles. Regardless of whether he knows the answer himself or not, he always likes to ask others. This is a habit he has developed from spending many years in chat books. He guessed the direction of the plot. In the past, he could restrain himself. Now the time and place are favorable With everything in place, he couldn't help letting himself go.

"Master, just now "Three Thousand Worlds" said that it suggested to Wen Rong, how do you guess the fragrant cloth is made? "

Fu Siqian withdrew his gaze from Wen Rong, raised his eyebrows and looked at the person who had made him guess several times with interest: "Well, I've already guessed several times, and you let me guess all the way. , don’t you guess yourself?”

"I don't guess."

Just because you like to listen to other people's guesses doesn't mean you like to guess too. Feng Tinghan is not a patient person. This person has to read the ending first. In his words, it is relative to how far it will develop. He was more curious about how the story developed to that point.

This person is curious and not on point.

Fu Sigan is a bad guy, just like a primary school student who provokes someone he likes, he always likes to use those harmful tricks, the more he is not allowed to do something, the more he wants to do it. To put it bluntly, it is a bit of a bad taste.

"It was agreed before, I guess there is a reward, right?"

Feng Tinghan nodded, he didn't have to play tricks on this matter: "Whatever reward Master wants, just say it."

Seeing him nodding, Fu Siqian smiled deeply: "What I want is simple, just answer me a question."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

Just now he didn't care, but after thinking about it for a while now, Feng Tinghan understood that this person didn't want rewards, he clearly wanted to force others to make things difficult for him. It's not the same after all.

"Master—"

"Here, don't you want to go back on your word?" Fu Siqian couldn't help but cut off his retreat with a smile, "It's hard to follow a gentleman's words, I believe you won't do that, right?"

Feng Tinghan pursed his lips, and answered reluctantly: "What do you want to ask, Master?"

Asking questions is the second thing. Seeing his awkward and reluctant appearance, Fu Siqian thought it was worth it. After thinking about it, he asked a random question: "If you were Wen Rong, what would you do to Wen Liuhua?"

It's a good question, and it even applies by analogy.

Wen Rong likes Wen Liuhua, Wen Liuhua doesn't like Wen Rong, Wen Rong is not worthy of Wen Liuhua, to sum up, you like someone who doesn't like you, but you are not worthy of this person, what will you do? Do?

Feng Tinghan's first reaction was that there would be no such person, he wouldn't like someone who didn't like him, no, he wouldn't like others at all!

This assumption does not hold!

Fu Siqian realized later that he seemed to have asked a very important question, and he didn't pay much attention to it at first. Seeing that Feng Tinghan didn't answer, he became interested again: "Tell me, what will you do, what will you do?" Did you marry her by force like Wen Rong?"

Feng Tinghan denied it with a smile: "No, if the person I like doesn't like me, I won't force it."

He doesn't show it on the surface, but in fact he has already planned it in his heart. If this situation really happens, he will definitely surround himself with people, break his legs and break his spine, so that life is his and death is his. ghost!

Whether he is worthy or not is obviously not within his consideration, even if he is a heavenly immortal, he will not retreat even if he moves his mind.

He didn't know what inferiority complex was since he was born.

Of course, these can't be said out loud, so as not to frighten the snow-like immortal in front of him, Feng Tinghan feels a burst of pleasure, secretly guessing what interesting reaction this person will make after knowing his identity.

Silly Baitian is just silly Baitian, and he will not force his feelings. Fu Siqian shook his head helplessly. He should have thought of it a long time ago. According to Feng Tinghan's temperament, he would definitely not do anything to hurt the other party because of his feelings.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and happened to have a different scene in front of them, and they agreed not to mention this matter again.

The hut is hidden deep in the flowers and trees, the window is opened a crack, and the slim figure inside can be seen faintly.

Wen Liuhua sat by the bed, clutching a sachet in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

"Why, are you reluctant? But how can a lowly domestic servant be worthy of you? What's more, he killed your only relative."

The hatred that was deliberately buried was magnified, and the past events came to his heart. Wen Liuhua bit his lip, and many expressions such as resentment, sorrow, and fear flashed across his face, and finally stayed on the determination of breaking the boat: "I didn't I can't bear it, I want revenge."

The powder removed from the sachet was melted into the tea soup by her, and the wall of the thin white porcelain cup was stained a little clear red. She had never served tea and water, her hands trembled slightly, and she sprinkled it as soon as she walked to the door. I went out a lot, and almost tripped over the threshold, thanks to someone helping me.

"It's frizzy, what should I do if I fall myself?" Wen Rong stopped her back and helped her stand firmly before letting go. He smiled gently, "Where are you going with the cup?"

Wen Liuhua lowered his head, avoided his hand unnaturally, hesitated for a few seconds before handing over the teacup in his hand: "I made tea for you, and I just wanted to send it over."

Wen Rong didn't answer, with a faint smile in his voice: "The sun is coming out from the west, why do you suddenly think of making me tea, you have never done this kind of thing since you were a child."

"I... just made it when I thought about it, thinking that you have never tasted this tea, and you are not very proficient at brewing it for the first time, so forget it if you don't want to drink it." As she said, Wen Liuhua made a gesture to withdraw her hand, her movements were a little hasty, The tea in the cup splashed a lot.

Wen Rong held her hand, took the teacup over, looked at the tea and asked meaningfully, "Does Liuhua want me to drink it?"

Wen Liuhua raised his eyes in surprise.

Wen Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a weird smile: "If you say you want it, I'll drink it."

This is a unique opportunity, Wen Liuhua felt weird, but he was not willing to give it up.People are the best at forgetting. After getting married, Wen Rong treated her very well. After all, they grew up together.Almost when she was about to accept all this, the guess in her heart was suddenly confirmed, it was Wen Rong who killed her father.

Hatred sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, one crop after another sprang up from the bottom of her heart, and the forgotten things came back again, completely dispelling her idea of ​​living a good life with Wen Rong.

The two were very close, Wen Liuhua raised her face slightly, she was a head shorter than Wen Rong, her forehead just brushed Wen Rong's chin, she raised a smile, her almond eyes were full of smart brilliance, and softly called out Say "husband".

Wen Rong froze, and unconsciously tightened the hand holding her, almost crying.

This is the first time Wen Liuhua has called him "husband" since they got married. They are childhood sweethearts, and he has liked this little girl who followed him since he was a child.

He was ready to spend his whole life begging for her forgiveness, but he didn't want to hear her call "Husband" so early.

Does this mean that she accepted their marriage?

Wen Rong was overjoyed, he breathed lightly and didn't dare to answer, he was afraid it was just a dream.

"Husband." Wen Liuhua smiled softly, his cheeks were slightly flushed, showing the delicacy of a girl.

Not caring about anything else, Wen Rong hurriedly replied, "I'm here, Liuhua, I'm here."

She is a poppy in the heart, every frown and smile makes the youth tremble, and she is the charming emotion when the blood is young.

The heat of the tea made his eyes red, like a ruthless fire, burning away all his thoughts, Wen Liuhua pulled Wen Rong's hand away, put the teacup in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth and whispered coquettishly: "Husband, drink Tea."

The tea is warm and cold, obviously not hot anymore, but the fingertips seem to be scalded, and the burning sensation spreads to the body, along with the blood circulation, drying up all the joy.

His little lady killed all his love in the gentlest way.

Wen Rong's hand holding the teacup was getting tighter and tighter. He sniffed it closer and couldn't help laughing: "This tea is really fragrant and runny, let's drink it together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, then reached out to support the back of Wen Liuhua's head, and poured all the tea into her mouth under the shocked eyes of the people in front of him.

The fine porcelain teacup fell to the ground and shattered. The crisp sound covered the girl's screams. Before she even had time to struggle, the tightened hands took away her breathing instinct.

The lines of her fair neck were graceful, and most of it could be pinched with one hand. The bruises bloomed on the skin, like a strangely shaped flower.

It wasn't until her body softened and slowly slid down that Wen Rong let go of the hand that was pinching the fragile neck, as if three souls had disappeared. He hugged his wife and sat paralyzed at the door of the house, surrounded by flowers, trees and occasional flowers. The passing wind whispered to each other, and he burst into tears.

Fu Sigan looked indifferent: "Is this Wen Rong sick?"

His tone was very firm, as if what he said was not an interrogative sentence.

"It's him who kills people, and he's the one who cries and shouts while hugging people. What's the point? If you become a bitch, you still need to set up a memorial archway?"

"Ahem." Feng Tinghan was startled by this metaphor. He looked at Fu Siqian carefully, but found that his face was serious, and he didn't mean to joke at all. That mindless disease."

The thoughtless topic came up again, Fu Siqian was a little dazed, he stared at Feng Tinghan for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes and smiled silently.

What's going on, how could Feng Tinghan be so cute?

Unaware that he got another "cute" description, Feng Tinghan only felt that Fu Siqian was smiling maliciously, like a weasel giving a chicken New Year's greetings, looking like he was going to risk bad luck.

He sighed in his heart, and silently moved away from this person. He has not fully recovered his cultivation now, so it is not appropriate to confront this person head-on, and he can only avoid his edge.

It is related to the state of mind of the owner of the memory, and the following memories go back quickly. After killing Wen Liuhua himself, Wen Rong obeyed the arrangement of "Three Thousand Worlds" and used her flesh and blood to develop a fragrant cloth, and then put it on her body A strain of "Sanqianshi" was bred.

The fragrant cloth is made by sorcery, and the flesh and blood are cursed. In order to make the cloth, Wen Rong killed many people, and the entire Wen family died, which is why the Wen family is desolate and silent.

The fragrant fabrics were sold very well, and "Liuhua Clothes Shop" became the hottest shop in Jiangyang City. Wen Rong didn't tell the truth about Wen Liuhua's death. Made a deal.

He wants to revive Wen Liuhua and create a Wen Liuhua that belongs to him alone.

"Big Men Mistakes" was born from this.

Fu Siqian rubbed the center of his brows, watching Wen Rong toss and turn, killing someone and trying to resurrect him, he just felt that this person was really sick.

The matter became clear, Feng Tinghan summoned Jiu Mie, grabbed Fu Siqian with one hand, and waved the other hand in the air, Qing Guang completely broke the floating dream of "Three Thousand Worlds" with an unstoppable force.

The gloomy ghost realm above the high platform is as fragile as a thin layer of paper, the blood moon is difficult to see, and the violent spiritual power tore a huge hole, turning the sunlight into a natural moat.

In the Wen family's courtyard, Yan Fangshi and a group of cultivators had already arrived, Feng Tinghan let go of his hand and let Jiu Mie wrap around his waist.

Wen Rong's soul was forced back into his body, and he fell under the flowers and trees in the yard.

The cultivators had already heard Yan Fangshi talk about the relationship between Xie Chong and the Wen family, and they chirped when they saw this: "As expected of the Immortal Venerable, the evil magic has been broken and the culprit has been found."

Fu Siqian looked at the calm-faced person beside him. His spiritual power had just recovered, and Feng Tinghan broke the "Three Thousand Worlds" by himself.

Those who enter this realm do not break through, so why can Feng Tinghan break through?

Noticing his gaze, Feng Tinghan showed a cute smile reflexively.

The burnt strips were left on the high platform and buried together with the vines of the "three thousand generations".

The sun dispelled the haze, Feng Tinghan squinted his eyes, and remembered the words on the cloth: Those who are careless will not enter this place.