Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The man was dressed in ragged clothes, blood stains were all over the torn cloth, and there was a circle of deep purple marks on his neck, which looked like he had been strangled severely by someone.

Fu Siqian was startled, seeing the dirt on the man's body, he wanted to get out of the way immediately, but he had spent a lot of physical strength just now to break through the soul-locking array of willows, his bones were weak, and he didn't have the strength to dodge at all, so he hesitated Next, do you want to wave this person away directly.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Tinghan stood up with his arms around Fu Siqian, and withdrew his toes to the side, avoiding the people who rushed over.

Fu Siqian breathed a sigh of relief, that's fine, if he made a move, this person might be out of breath right now.

The man fell down, his face became even paler, his eyes that were about to turn over were focused again, full of doubts and anger, he didn't even care about getting dizzy, and stared straight at the man who was three steps away. The two seemed to not understand why such a thing happened.

This scene was too familiar, Fu Siqian touched his nose, but didn't speak at first.

Feeling the stiffness of the person in his arms, Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "Why, Master, you don't feel bad, do you?"

Fu Siqian sighed: "A little bit."

Feng Tinghan's face with a gentle smile suddenly turned cold, as if it had snowed in the middle of the night in midwinter, it was astonishingly cold, and his whole body began to feel cold.

Although he has not yet accepted Fu Siqian's feelings, he has already classified this person as his own property in his heart. This person is his, and he must be the only one in his heart, and he cannot be touched by others, nor can he be taken away by others. force.

It doesn't matter if he wants it or not, Fu Siqian is his, and no one can make a fuss about his stuff, if he touches it, he will die.

Feng Tinghan looked at the man prostrated on the ground, and smiled, a dozen ways to calmly deal with this man appeared in his mind.

Fu Siqian didn't realize what his silly white sweet apprentice was planning, and sighed with guilt: "You fainted like this at the beginning, but I didn't catch you and let you fall to the ground."

The dozen or so plans in Feng Tinghan's mind came to an abrupt end. He lowered his head and looked at the hand holding his own, not knowing what to do for a moment.

As if he had acquired a novelty, Fu Siqian rubbed Feng Tinghan's hands, plundering the heat in his hands without refusal, feeling the warmth penetrate into his body along the blood, like a big hand, tightly clenched his Heart, squeezed out a bit of regret from the inferiority of indifference and selfishness: "I couldn't help but think of you at that time, and my heart ached a little bit. If I knew that I would be as happy as I am now... Tsk, I will definitely catch you , won’t let you fall.”

What he said was natural, obviously in an understatement tone, but it created a huge wave in Feng Tinghan's heart, the displeasure just now dissipated instantly, the ice melted and the snow melted, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of arrogance.

I feel at ease, but I still want to be more at ease. Feng Tinghan always likes to push forward, so he softened his voice and asked with a smile, "Master Xijie, if I'm covered in blood, will you catch me?"

"No." Fu Siqian did not hesitate.

The water that melted in Feng Tinghan's heart instantly froze again, the veins on his neck twitched faintly, and it took a lot of effort to control the loss and anger.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Siqian gave him a sideways glance, and said calmly, "I won't let you be covered in blood, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."

How could Feng Tinghan not understand at this time, this person was teasing him on purpose, but he really couldn't bear to be angry with a person who was so weak that he leaned in his arms and promised to protect him well, he didn't He squeezed Fu Sigan's hand angrily, and said, "That's nice."

Fu Siqian leaned on him and closed his eyes, thinking that not only did I speak well, but I also did well.

The man who fell on the ground was ignored for a while, seeing that the master and apprentice were tired and crooked, and neither of them came to care about the wounded man, he couldn't help but cursed several times in his heart, and then stretched his neck and shouted "Ouch!" , trying to get the attention of those two people.

Fu Siqian was not a nosy person, not to mention that the man in front of him was no fun at all, he had guessed the man's identity as early as when the man appeared.Not to mention that this person appeared in Luwei Mountain with injuries all over his body, gorgeously dressed, with a scent of plants, trees and flowers that couldn't be covered by the smell of blood, isn't it the treasure of Liuhua Clothes Shop - the fragrant cloth!

No need to guess, this person must be the little emperor Chu Ming'an who was kidnapped by Xiao Nianyuan voluntarily.

Thinking of what Chu Ming'an did in "Supreme Divine Lord", Fu Siqian couldn't help but want to say "he deserves it", he was to blame for being tortured like this.

Fu Siqian was not interested in talking to Chu Ming'an, but Feng Tinghan was very interested. Before he came from the capital, he activated the Bone Soul Summoning Lamp. Hearing what Fu Siqian said just now, it was time for him to be in high spirits. Thoughts popped up a little bit.

He helped Fu Siqian to the side, then turned his eyes to the man lying on the ground who kept screaming, and said kindly: "I don't know what to call the young master?"

The man was taken aback by his question, shouldn't he check his injuries first?

Feng Tinghan didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior at all: "Isn't it convenient for you to tell me, Young Master?"

Fu Siqian opened his eyes and took a look, and saw Feng Tinghan's relaxed and playful face, he simply didn't want to get involved, Chu Mingan couldn't make waves, he found a comfortable place in Feng Tinghan's arms, closed it again Eyes, recharge your batteries.

Seeing that neither of them planned to come to help him, Chu Mingan simply sat up slowly from the ground, not forgetting his status as a wounded person, and took a breath from time to time: "My surname is Chu, and I live at home."

Feng Ting coldly rolled his eyes: "Chu Xiaosan, are you injured?"

Chu Ming'an, who had never been called so before, stuck in his throat with the phrase "presumptuousness": "Put it... don't worry, it's not a serious problem."

"Tsk." Fu Siqian didn't open his eyes, but only slightly hooked the corners of his lips, silly Baitian can play tricks, Chu Xiaosan?Fortunately, he didn't know what Xiaosan meant.

Feng Tinghan nodded pretendingly, and then followed Chu Ming'an's intention, and asked cooperatively: "How did you come to Luwei Mountain? Why did you get hurt?"

Chu Mingan lowered his eyelids, and sighed deeply, with a tendency to cry: "I, I was captured by thieves, and I don't even know where this is."

"Pfft." Fu Siqian rubbed the center of his brows, buried his head in Feng Tinghan's arms, suppressed a smile and said in a muffled voice, "You say what you want, don't worry about me."

Feng Tinghan smiled slightly at Chu Ming'an who had a stiff face, he was born well, and his gentle smile was very friendly: "Little San, don't mind."

Chu Mingan was stunned. He was attracted by Feng Tinghan's appearance just now, but he didn't know that this person's smile was even more beautiful: "Ahem, I don't mind."

Fu Sigan tugged on Feng Tinghan's lapel, and whispered to his ear against his neck: "Don't call him 'Xiao San'."

God knows, every time Feng Tinghan called Xiaosan, he couldn't help but associate the willful and violent little emperor in "Supreme God Lord" with the third party who seduces other people's husbands in the bloody TV series.

Chu Ming'an was young, and Feng Tinghan subconsciously called Chu Ming'an in the tone of an elder. At this moment, when Fu Sigan mentioned it, he immediately realized his omission and changed his address: "Mr. Chu said just now that you were The one who came here captive, do you know who took you captive? How did you escape? Was the wound on your body done by the captor?"

Chu Ming'an changed his mind, and sighed heavily: "I only know that the person who kidnapped me is a very powerful cultivator, and all the injuries on my body were caused by him. I passed out at the time, and he probably thought I was died, so they threw me at the foot of the mountain."

"Then why did he kidnap you here?"

As early as when Fu Siqian broke the Hundred Willow Soul Locking Formation, Chu Mingan watched from the sidelines, and confirmed that the two were cultivators, and both of them had high levels of cultivation. He knew that righteous cultivators take protecting the common people as their duty, so Thinking of taking advantage of his injury to "lay" on these two people.

He was going to pretend to be dizzy, but he didn't expect that the two of them didn't intend to save him at all. They let him lie on the ground for a while, and had to make up a story that fit his image on the spot.

"I don't know what he means. I was taken away while I was sleeping, and I came here when I woke up. The cultivator didn't explain it, but tortured me severely."

Pushing too quickly would have the opposite effect, Feng Tinghan put aside his aggressive attitude, and took out a bottle of wound medicine from Chaosi: "You are too injured, you should take some medicine first, don't worry, we will protect you your."

Holding the porcelain bottle, Chu Ming'an looked gloomy, under Feng Tinghan's repeated urging, he found an excuse to hide behind a century-old willow not far away to apply the medicine.

Fu Sigan smiled lazily: "It's a waste of medicine."

Feng Tinghan was noncommittal: "It's just a show."

The two of them knew very well that Chu Ming'an was not a soft persimmon, and besides, with Xihua's temperament, he would only kill Chu Ming'an, an enemy who destroyed the country, with one sword, and he would throw it away after torture.

If you cut the weeds but don't get rid of the roots, there will be endless troubles. Yuan Nian, who has been incognito for decades, must understand this.

Feng Tinghan glanced at Chu Ming'an's hiding place, and asked with interest: "Master, do you think his injury is real or fake?"

The blood stains looked terrible, but apart from the pinch mark on the neck, there were no other wounds. Fu Siqian took a breath, and sat up straight slowly: "It's fake."

Before Feng Tinghan could ask why, Chu Ming'an came back after taking the medicine, and the two of them stopped talking tacitly, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in this ruthless emperor's gourd.

Feng Lin was bleak, hundreds of sword shadows suddenly struck, Fu Siqian opened his eyes suddenly, and disappeared all the sword lights.

Xiao Nianyuan, who came from the sky, was covered in blood, and the long sword intertwined with one black and one red turned a corner, stabbing Feng Tinghan at a strange angle, the figure flashed by, the long sword suddenly pierced into the body, and blood spattered.