Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Ye Mingguang was injured and the Xiaoyao League was attacked. The news came from Le Zhengcheng. The situation in the capital was very urgent.

Could it be the work of the devil world?

What does these things have to do with the "dead" Feng Zhiyuan?

Fu Siqian clenched his open hand into a fist, and the sound transmission symbol turned into a ray of golden light and dissipated between his fingers. The wind and rain were about to come, and there were already waves in the calm. He had a premonition that something big was about to happen in this world.

The incident happened suddenly, and the cultivators are now in the critical period of breaking through the realm, so they cannot leave rashly.

Taking advantage of Fu Siqian's loss of consciousness, Feng Tinghan quickly withdrew from his arms, with a strange feeling still remaining in his waist, he tilted his head, exposing his auricles illuminated by the sun.

This feeling is too strange, he has never experienced it before, it is strange and exciting, the instinct is clamoring to escape, but the body is eager to look forward to it.

But now is not the time to worry about this, he looked into the distance, thinking about the message he saw just now, he hasn't informed Song Ruhuan to act yet, things have changed.

Yan Fangshi was forcibly awakened. He was not in good health. After running around for several days and being injured by Fu Siqian's coercion, his blood surged. Before he could speak, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

Feng Tinghan frowned, and the spiritual power conveyed by his hands doubled again.

"Cough cough, don't." Yan Fangshi grabbed his sleeve, his anger was like a gossamer, "Stop it, I'm fine, just take it easy."

Feng Tinghan remained unmoved: "Quiet."

Under the comfort of spiritual power, Yan Fangshi's face gradually softened, Feng Tinghan withdrew his hand, his eyes darkened for a while, and he barely stabilized his figure.

Yan Fangshi condensed his voice into a thread: Your cultivation base has not recovered, there is no need to waste so much spiritual power for me.

Feng Tinghansai gave him a sound transmission talisman, without raising his head, he directly ordered: Send the sound transmission to Jiang Jiuan and Jiang Jiulan, let them come to pick you up, something happened to Xiaoyao League, I can't leave now, you have to hurry to meet Song Ruhuan.

Yan Fangshi suddenly understood, took the sound transmission talisman and went to the corner to the side. Something happened to Xiaoyao League, but he didn't receive any news. Thinking of this, Yan Fangshi rarely became serious.

Jiang Jiu'an and Jiang Jiulan came very quickly, each of them was holding Qi Shuyun's arm, and the speed was so fast that they tossed Qi Shuyun, who was still seriously injured, half to death.

Why did he forget that there was still this problem? Yan Fangshi had a headache when he saw the half-dead Qi Shuyun, thought for a while, and was about to say to Fu Siqian: "The matter of Jiangyang is over, Immortal Zhaoyuan, I will return it to you, we will meet later. "

"Hold on."

With displeasure in his slightly cool voice, Fu Siqian glanced at Qi Shuyun, the news just now was annoying enough, I don't know how many days it will take to finish protecting these little bastards, dragging another patient, waiting for them to arrive In Beijing, the day lily is probably cold.

There is another very important reason, he has no money to treat Qi Shuyun.

Jiang Jiu'an's beautiful eyes opened angrily: "What does Xianzun mean?"

Fu Siqian raised his chin in the direction of Qi Shuyun, calm and calm: "Promise to cure him, Lord Yan will not forget, right?"

"..."

This person was seriously injured, and he couldn't be cured in a short while, but the matter was urgent, and the Lord had expended spiritual power specially, so they couldn't delay here any longer.

The host with a hippie smile suddenly changed into another person, squinting at Fu Siqian, his eyes were sharp: "I'm sorry that he hasn't been cured, but Yan must leave today."

Feng Tinghan leaned against the tree to rest after losing his spiritual power to Yan Fang. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and the pain spread to his limbs like a tide. There was not much spiritual power left in his dantian. The flame in the snow, at this time, rioted, and two kinds of feelings appeared alternately, the heat wave hit for a while, and it was like falling into an ice cellar for a while.

However, it was not without benefits. Under the impact of two different forces, the seal that the toxin had injected on his cultivation seemed to loosen.

Looking at Yan Fang's performance, he must be in a hurry. Fu Siqian glanced at the Jiang sisters standing behind him, and thought: "Based on the current situation of Yan Fang, it is better to speak politely?"

Bai Lian threw it out in the air, and directly attacked the cultivator who was concentrating on the breakthrough. Fu Siqian lowered his face and waved his hand to form a barrier: "Sneak attack? Yanhualou used such indecent means, isn't it afraid that people will despise it?"

As soon as he finished his words, he waved a wave of spiritual power and walked towards Yan Fangshi.

Two spears crossed in front of Yan Fangshi. Jiang Jiuan and Jiang Jiulan took two steps forward to block the attack. Yan Fangshi raised his hand and said in a cold and calm voice, "Come out!"

The black shadow danced in the forest, and hundreds of people quietly appeared behind him, centering on the place where Yan Fangshi was standing, encircling everyone to one place.

The cultivators who did not make a breakthrough summoned magic tools and guarded around Fu Siqian. From the perspective of the number of people, Yan Fangshi had a great advantage.

"As expected of the owner of the Yanhua Building, there are so many people hiding." Fu Siqian laughed angrily, "Do you want to let the deity see and see?"

Yan Fangshi ignored his words, his eyes fell to the side of the tree, and his hands tightened slightly: "Yanhualou has no intention of being an enemy of Wuji Mountain, and we don't want to fight with Xianzun. We really have something important to do. I hope the Immortal Venerable will forgive me."

His words were neither humble nor overbearing, and not only raised the matter between Wuji Mountain and Yanhua Building, but also gave it another level. If he continued to hold on, I am afraid that both sides would not be able to please.

Fu Siqian suddenly smiled: "What are you talking about, Master Yan? It's your freedom to leave or not. When did the deity say that you want to stop?"

Yan Fang was taken aback for a moment, he did not explicitly say that they would not be allowed to leave from the beginning to the end: "What does the Immortal mean?"

"You can leave, as long as you keep the money." Fu Siqian pointed to Qi Shuyun who just woke up, "Pay the medical expenses for this bastard, and go wherever you like."

Yan Fangshi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The Man in Black: What on earth are we here for?

Yan Fangshi was stunned for a while, took out a bag of silver taels from the storage bracelet, threw it to Fu Siqian angrily, and said through gritted teeth: "These silver taels are enough for that kid to break his arms and legs and then heal him again. Is the immortal satisfied?"

Qi Shuyun shivered silently with a face of refusal: ...I don't really want to lose an arm or a leg.

Fu Siqian smiled softly, completely unable to see the appearance of the move just now, he glanced at the men in black around him, and said casually: "Of course I am satisfied, I don't know what is the urgent matter that can force Lord Yan to make such a big battle Zhan, look, so many people suddenly appeared, it frightened the deity."

Yan Fangshi: "..."

For a moment everything was silent, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with complicated emotions, they all had a question: Is the Immortal Venerable serious? How does he look frightened? !

"Master, are you frightened?"

An abrupt voice sounded, soft and slow, with surprise and an unconcealable smile.

The person who was flying in the waves suddenly fell silent, and Fu Siqian didn't realize it until Feng Tinghan walked in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed after realizing it.

About just confirming his mind, he felt a little shy rarely, not much, and it lasted for two or three seconds.

Fu Siqian sighed, he sat on the ground, and suddenly leaned over to hug Feng Tinghan's waist, with a slight smile in his voice: "Yeah, I was frightened, I need to be comforted and hugged to get better."

"..."

Feng Tinghan froze after laughing at the person who was being relied on instead of being successful, and then he cracked open.

The wind passed through the forest, mixed with the sound of inhalation, not only the wind heard the cold, but everyone present seemed to be struck by lightning.

Yan Fangshi's eyes widened, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Jiang Jiulan sighed and reminded: "Lord, it's time to go."

Forget it, it's beyond what he can stop the matter from developing to the present stage, Yan Fangshi waved his hands and ordered people to leave, and before leaving, he still cast a gloating look at Feng Tinghan of Petrochemical.

Feng Tinghan struggled for a while and didn't break away, but was hugged even tighter. Fu Sigan pressed his hands gently around his waist: "Why are you so stupid?"

This person is very abnormal, but just in time...

Feng Ting was cold and evil, and he patted Fu Siqian on the head, with a serious tone: "Tell me, who are you?"

A muffled laugh came out, Fu Siqian stood up slowly, pinched Feng Tinghan's face: "I'm used to you, it doesn't matter whether it's big or small."

The sky was getting dark gradually, the light was dim, and the other cultivators were not close. We could only vaguely see Fu Siqian raising his hand, and then Feng Tinghan took a step back abruptly.

Qi Shuyun was supported by two people, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The majestic immortal, actually did such a thing in public."

The two people next to each other looked at each other, deeply convinced: "The Immortal Venerable... Alas, Feng Tinghan is too pitiful."

Just as Qi Shuyun was about to agree, he heard another person say: "The Immortal Venerable would strike Feng Tinghan in front of us, and even beat him back a few steps."

Hit someone?

Qi Shuyun slowly put out a question mark.

"Master, what does this mean?"

Darkness is the best protective color, as long as the voice is disguised calmly enough, the strangeness can be concealed, and there is no need to worry about revealing the secret.

Fu Siqian secretly set up an enchantment to enclose the two of them. His voice was smiling, almost gentle and pampering: "I'm asking this question again."

Feng Tinghan instantly understood the meaning of those words without beginning or end. He also asked this question in "Liuhua Clothes Shop". At that time, this person took his hand and forcefully asked him to stay.

That was the first time he hesitated, and his heart softened because of it.

"Feng Tinghan, I think I know the answer."

There will always be accidents that will reveal the hidden secrets, and even the darkness cannot be concealed.

"what is the answer?"

Fu Siqian ignited a little light from his fingertips, illuminating the handsome young man in front of him, his peach blossom eyes flashed panic for a moment, he smiled, and said softly: "Although I'm sure, I don't want to know your answer now, That said, I'm not going to tell you my answer right now."

They made an appointment to exchange answers.

Feng Tinghan suddenly felt it was a pity, he couldn't accept this kindness.

How can a person without a heart have feelings?

The author has something to say: the manuscript box is set to November 24, and I am still wondering why there is no update. (The vicissitudes of life light a cigarette)

This chapter explains the relationship line, and the next chapter will go to Beijing to start the plot of the final chapter of the second volume, which has been laid before, and look forward to rubbing hands.

Drip, please check the package.

Your Mr. Fu is a gentle boy.

Your Feng Zong is a heartless boy.