Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

When Fu Siqian woke up, more than half a month had passed since the Lu Weishan incident.

Incense was lit in the room, and Fu Siqian stared at the patterns on the bed curtain for a while before regaining consciousness. He glanced around, the strange environment made his body instantly tense, and he subconsciously tested the spiritual power in his body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his cultivation hadn't disappeared.

As for what happened after the battle with Xiao Nianyuan that day, he couldn't remember clearly, it was like a dream, his consciousness was chaotic, staying at the time when Feng Tinghan called him.

By the way, what about Feng Tinghan? !

Fu Siqian got up from the bed, the wound on his body was still not healed, and the pain reappeared as he moved, as if tens of thousands of needles were piercing. Fu Siqian was not mentally prepared, and was forced to grunt by the sudden pain.

An injury reminded him that everything that happened was not a dream. Fu Siqian endured the pain and got out of bed. There was a coat hanging beside the bed, with jet-black gold trim and curled moiré patterns around the cuffs. He hesitated for a while, and checked the clothes I read it over and over again to make sure it was clean before taking it over and putting it on my body.

The incense in the room is very light, with a bit of herbs and herbs. It smells not greasy. It should have a calming effect. Fu Siqian took a deep breath and felt a lot calmer. Echoing, he could tell that Feng Tinghan was not far away from him.

His body was already in severe pain, but the pain became more severe after using the spiritual power to activate the Heart and Soul Curse. Fu Sigan's lips turned white, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Using Demon Slayer, this body can't bear such a large amount of energy. It's lucky that he survived today.

When Feng Tinghan pushed the door and came in, what he saw was Fu Siqian holding the edge of the bed with a pale face. He met those dark eyes and almost didn't come up: "Why did you get out of bed!"

The person who had slept for many days woke up. Feng Tinghan was surprised and delighted, and rushed over to put Fu Siqian into his arms, explaining: "You are seriously injured, you need to recuperate, and you can't get out of bed yet."

Fu Siqian nodded, seeing his nervous expression, couldn't help but smile: "What are you panicking about?"

Feng Tinghan helped him to lie on the bed, took a pillow and leaned against his back, and said in a low tone, "You are seriously injured. I have been lying on the bed for more than ten days. I have been very worried. How can I not panic?"

In just a few words, Fu Siqian understood what he meant. When he was in Luwei Mountain, he had a will to die, and he should have scared the little apprentice, otherwise he wouldn't have opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut. Zun didn't call anymore.

Fu Siqian raised his hand and rubbed the back of his hand, comforting softly: "Aren't you awake, don't be afraid."

Feng Tinghan wanted to refute that he was not afraid, but looking at the pale face of the person in front of him, everything he had experienced in the past few days came to mind, and he silently swallowed "not afraid".

He was really scared, afraid that this person would have an accident.

God knows, when he heard those doctors give the same negative answer, he really felt a emptiness in his heart, a kind of despair that he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, everything can be recovered.

Fu Siqian was puzzled by his silence, and squeezed his hand again: "What are you thinking, so engrossed?"

Naturally, Feng Tinghan wouldn't tell him the truth, he just teased and said, "I miss Master."

Hearing him call "Master", Fu Siqian understood that this person had already adjusted his mood, the panic just now was like flakes of snow in the clear sky, and now it has disappeared without a trace, only the person in front of him is still soft and sweet. Smiling, it seems that I have been holding back for a long time.

"Are you injured? Where is this place? What happened after I lost consciousness that day?" Seeing Feng Tinghan recovering, Fu Siqian couldn't help but want to understand everything clearly. He is a man with a strong desire for control. , being in unfamiliar surroundings all the time can drive him crazy.

Because of the question from the person in front of him, Feng Tinghan's smile grew stronger. He was delighted that the person's first question was concerned about his body, which made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.It has nothing to do with Fengyue, it's just the joy of being cared for, like a young child who wants to seek comfort after falling down, in short, it is a very pleasant thing to get a response.

This kind of joy made Feng Tinghan very happy to answer these questions, and the answers were slightly different from those preset in advance. This was a reward he wanted to reward Fu Siqian in his heart: "Master has always protected me, and I was not injured. , after Master passed out that day, I took you around to seek medical treatment, but fortunately a female doctor rescued you, this is Qiwu Villa, which is located near Wugou City."

"Qiwu Mountain Villa?" Fu Siqian was surprised across his face, no one else, he was too familiar with the name, the place where the male lead was injured and met his second wife in "Supreme God Lord"!

Feng Tinghan raised his eyebrows: "Master knows?"

This Qiwu Villa is no more famous than other places, although it is located in Wugou City, it is no different from living in seclusion, Feng Tinghan is somewhat surprised that this person in front of him knows this place.

Fu Siqian didn't want to hide it, and nodded generously: "I have heard a little bit."

After he finished speaking, he became entangled again, frowning, hesitant to speak.

Feng Tinghan thought the injury had flared up, and felt anxious, so he wanted to go out and call someone: "Is the wound hurting again? Master, please wait, I'll call the doctor to take a look."

Fu Siqian's waking up was what he expected. The man personally guaranteed that he would wake up in two days. Feng Tinghan didn't react at first, but he was already mentally prepared. Now the only thing he is thinking about is Fu Siqian's injuries. , the man didn't give an accurate word, and he was always worried about it.

Fu Siqian grabbed him subconsciously, with a faint smile on his face: "It doesn't hurt much, don't run around, I want to see you."

The young man froze, followed the slight force in his hand and sat back on the edge of the bed. After a while, he calmed down, raised his head with a smile that was not a smile, and slyly moved closer: "Then Master, take a good look at me."

This time it was Fu Siqian's turn to be stunned. The secret thoughts between him and Feng Tinghan could more or less be guessed by each other. Tinghan had to be mentally prepared, this kind of ambiguous intimacy was made by Feng Tinghan, which still surprised him.

How is this going?Could it be that Feng Tinghan suddenly became enlightened?

"Master, didn't you want to look at me? Why have you been in a daze?" The person in front of him complained aggrievedly.

That face showed some grievances, which made people feel more affectionate. After thinking about it, Fu Siqian only got a reasonable explanation. What happened before frightened Feng Tinghan, and now these actions are all due to his dependence on him .

But Fu Siqian didn't intend to let go of this opportunity. Since he gave Feng Tinghan his heart, he was bound to take away the sincerity of the person in front of him. No matter what the starting point was, the final result was that Feng Tinghan liked him, and that was enough up.

He is not a good person, and he doesn't mind using some despicable methods.

The psychological satisfaction made him ignore the physical pain. Fu Siqian pressed the back of Feng Tinghan's neck, and pressed the person to himself little by little until his forehead touched his forehead, and then he smiled coquettishly: "Do you hate it?" ?”

The scorching breath sprayed on each other's faces, Feng Tinghan stared at the pair of pupils that were close at hand, and there was only one thought in his mind: Why is this person's forehead also cold?

Fu Sigan's body was cold, and his body was always icy. After sleeping for more than ten days, it was colder than before, like a piece of ice that had been frozen for a long time, and he could not feel any warmth.

Feng Tinghan sighed: "Master, your forehead is so cold, isn't it very cold?"

The good atmosphere was also destroyed, Fu Siqian couldn't hold back his laughter, until the pain in his body surfaced again, it was almost time, just wait.

He straightened up and pulled a little distance away: "Is it freezing you?"

Feng Tinghan didn't know why he was laughing, and said "um" in a muffled voice, then grabbed Fu Siqian's hand and pulled him a little closer: "Master, be good, don't hide."

As soon as the words fell, that hand was pressed against Fu Siqian's cold forehead, and a few strands of scattered forehead hair were pressed together in the palm of the hand, and it was itchy when rubbed on the forehead, which made Fu Siqian feel that his bones were soft.

There was a softness like flying catkins in his chest, and he couldn't help but asked, "You mentioned that female doctor before, but Qu Guizhu, a doctor from Qiwu Villa?"

There are many forces that cannot be hidden in the world, and Qiwu Villa is one of them. People in the world know very little about it. Most of them have only heard of such a name, and they don't know the specific things about it. For example, Qu Guizhu belongs to Qiwu Villa. man this.

Qu Guizhu is a great medical practitioner, as famous as Jinyaoshi. She claims to be a casual cultivator, and her whereabouts are elusive. No one has ever connected her with Qiwu Villa, let alone Yanhua Tower secretly spreading news to cover it up. It stands to reason that others should not bring these two irreconcilable parties together.

But how did Fu Siqian learn of the connection between Qu Guizhu and Qiwu Villa? Feng Tinghan restrained his joking thoughts and began to think secretly.

Could it be that he has something to do with Qu Guizhu?

The kind of relationship close enough to know it.

"Hearing cold?"

Feng Tinghan subconsciously raised a smile, that smile was so well-behaved that there was no difference from usual, as if carved out of a mold: "Master is right, the female doctor I mentioned earlier is Qu Guizhu , the owner of Qiwu Villa."

Thinking about it now, it is not an exaggeration to call Qu Guizhu "the owner of the village". Feng Tinghan buried the doubts in his heart, and did not show any surprise when Fu Siqian knew about it, and deliberately created a kind of relationship between Qu Guizhu and Qi. It is a well-known phenomenon that Wushanzhuang is connected.

Fu Siqian naturally didn't notice the problem. In fact, he had unimaginable trust in Feng Tinghan. If he could shift the vigilance on Yan Junxing to Feng Tinghan, he would find that his little apprentice had countless Unclear weirdness.

But it's a pity that in this world, he only listens to the wind and listens to the cold.

Fu Siqian pursed his lips and did not speak, secretly thinking about the plot about Qu Guizhu in "Supreme God Lord", Qu Guizhu is a well-known medical practitioner, who is older than Feng Tinghan by many years, but the charm of the hero is invincible Yes, from a hundred-year-old man to a young girl, as long as Feng Tinghan hooks his fingers, there will be a lot of women jumping up, not to mention Qu Guizhu, a woman who loves beauty.

Doctor Qu Guizhu, save people by looking at their faces first.

Fu Siqian looked at Feng Tinghan, looked at his stunning face, and secretly ground his teeth, hoping that he would wake up in time, Qu Guizhu hadn't attacked Feng Tinghan, otherwise——

"Master's injuries are too serious, so I can only bring you to Qiwu Villa." Feng Tinghan secretly observed his expression, and asked carefully, "Master, does he have a relationship with the owner of Quzhuang?"

Fu Siqian subconsciously wanted to refute, but suddenly remembered something, the words swirled in his throat, and changed to an ambiguous statement again: "A little bit."

Feng Tinghan has always been able to observe words and expressions, seeing that Fu Siqian didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more questions, but he remembered the matter in his heart, and the answer full of reverie left too much room for imagination, which could make people make up a series of incidents.

For example, "a little bit".

It was the first time that this person did not deny his relationship with others, Feng Tinghan felt a little displeasure in his heart, he felt more and more that his guess was correct, and the smile on his face faded.

Fu Siqian purposely spoke indistinctly, seeing Feng Tinghan's silence, he asked insinuatingly: "Have you ever been in contact with Qu Guizhu, what do you think of her?"

When two big men talk about a woman, what they want to talk about is very clear. It must be related to Fengyue.

"Master Quzhuang is very nice." Feng Tinghan said calmly with a confused look on his face, "Very beautiful."

Fu Siqian suddenly became depressed. He knew that he wanted Feng Tinghan and was willing to wait, but he didn't believe in Feng Tinghan's male lead attributes. These few sentences were just to clarify the relationship between Feng Tinghan and Qu Guizhu, but Feng Tinghan's answer completely depressed him.

Praising the girl's beautiful home, maybe he has something in mind.

Feng Tinghan played with Fu Sigan's fingers, seemingly unintentionally asked: "Master, why are you in a daze again?"

Fu Siqian was depressed for a long time, thinking about Feng Tinghan, him and Qu Guizhu, thinking about him and a large number of harem that may appear in the future, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, and finally couldn't help but pull back his hand, looking at Feng Tinghan with a cold face : "Do you like Qu Guizhu?"

Feng Tinghan: "???"

Feng Tinghan didn't know how he came to such a conclusion, he was stunned for a while, and said directly: "Did Master have any special relationship with Master Qu before?"

He bit the word "special" emphatically, for fear that others would not understand the meaning.

Fu Siqian was shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

What kind of magical brain circuit is this, he doesn't even know Qu Guizhu, so how can it be related? !

Feng Tinghan didn't mention the matter of Qu Guizhu and Qiwu Villa, but picked up on Fu Siqian's words and asked: "Didn't Master say that he has a relationship with the owner of Quzhuang?"

"The origin I'm talking about is just—" Fu Sigan paused, staring at the indifferent person in front of him, "Are you unhappy?"

Although it was a question, he said it firmly, as if he was sure that Feng Tinghan was not happy.

Feng Tinghan didn't hide anything, and nodded, but didn't express anything other than that.

Fu Siqian tilted his head: "Are you jealous?"

Feng Tinghan opened his eyes wide, with an expression of "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about".

Feeling happy, Fu Siqian stretched out his hand to pick Feng Tinghan's chin, and squeezed the warm skin: "I said before, you have to wait for me, and wait for me to confirm the answer."

Feng Tinghan didn't understand, so he let him move.

"It seems that I didn't speak clearly enough, which caused you to misunderstand." Fu Siqian pressed Feng Tinghan's lips with his thumb, and looked at the bright color with deep eyes, "You are very obedient, and you are waiting for me obediently, so I Will give you time too. Remember when I said I was in no rush for your answer?"

He was obviously seriously injured, his face was as white as paper, and his breath was not stable, but his attitude was extremely strong.

It was a kind of innate strength that came out from the bottom of his body, unquestionable, domineering and arbitrary.

The strong Mu Qiang, Feng Tinghan subconsciously answered his question: "Remember."

Fu Siqian smiled again: "Hey, just remember, so I just said it to give you time, let you think about it, and then give me the answer I want to hear. Ting Han is so smart, he should be able to guess what I want. what is the answer."

When he was not sure of his own mind, he could shamelessly ask for people to wait, not to mention forcefully coercing Feng Tinghan to satisfy him, he could wait, as long as the result was what he wanted.

Feng Tinghan suddenly panicked, he didn't know how to deal with Fu Sigan like this, so he could only hide back.

Fu Siqian snorted: "Don't move, I'm in pain."

He was really in severe pain, not a lie, Fu Siqian thought confidently.

Feng Tinghan understood his injury, so he didn't dare to move any more, so he could only let him approach with his neck hooked, and asked hoarsely, "Master, what do you mean by that?"

Fu Si smiled dryly, and rubbed his fingers against the side of his face: "Why are you so confused?"

The atmosphere was beautiful, Feng Tinghan was hesitant and at a loss, just when Fu Siqian wanted to go further, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a soft female voice: "Young Master Feng, I will deliver the medicine."

Feng Tinghan seemed to have suddenly unlocked his acupoints, he stood up straight and took a step away from the bed: "Ahem, please come in."

The visitor was covered with a layer of tulle, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. His skin was creamy, and he smiled coquettishly: "Yo, after sleeping for so long, the immortal finally woke up."

Fu Sigan's face was frosty, and he didn't need to introduce him, he could guess who this person was, the first face control of "Supreme God Lord", Qu Guizhu, the doctor who saw his face to save people, was the person he was talking about with Feng Tinghan just now.

For this potential rival in love who ruined his good deeds, Fu Siqian really couldn't show any good face, because the other party saved him, he just nodded and said indifferently: "There is Master Laoqu."

Master Qu?

Seeing Feng Tinghan didn't explain, Qu Guizhu also responded to the title silently. The rumored Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable is a "dumb" with a cold personality, Qu Guizhu didn't take it to heart, but thought it was very normal for him to be like this , but seeing Fu Siqian's good looks, he stared straight at him, looking up and down.

Feng Tinghan cleared his throat, blocked Fu Siqian without any trace, and glared at Qu Guizhu: "Master just woke up, Master Qu should check his injuries as soon as possible."

Qu Guizhu was terribly frightened by his look, Ancestor of the King of the Underworld, she remembered how he killed this man half a month ago, and he didn't want to see him again in this life, and he couldn't afford to offend him.

"It's nothing serious when you wake up, the injury on your body is easy to say." Qu Guizhu didn't dare to delay, and hurried forward to check, keeping his eyelids down all the time, for fear of being targeted by this killing god again.

"Xianzun's body is seriously damaged. It is impossible to fully recover. I can only prescribe medicine for you to recuperate slowly. The specific effect is still unclear."

Fu Siqian had expected this to happen a long time ago. The power of killing demons and attracting heavenly thunders was not something that the flesh and mortal body could withstand. It is a blessing to be able to survive: "I know it well, and I will trouble Master Qu to trouble you. It turned out great."

When Qu Guizhu got up without a trace, he exchanged a glance with Feng Tinghan, the latter understood, told Fu Siqian to get the medicine, and then followed him out.

Fu Siqian was lying on the bed, and when he was free, his mind was empty, and the pain in his body became more obvious. He turned over, clenched the quilt tightly, and bit his lips until his lips turned white.

Feng Tinghan followed Qu Guizhu for a long distance, and did not stop until he was sure that the people in the house could not hear him. He whipped his hand and whipped the woman to the ground: "Say."

Qu Guizhu didn't dare to let out a cry of pain, he was glad that he only received a whip, and quickly knelt on the ground and replied: "Report to the lord, that person's body is already at the end of its strength, and he can only hang his breath if he spends a lot of resources. If you want to save it, you still have to find the way before.”

The real situation was far worse than Fu Siqian imagined. His body couldn't bear the sequelae caused by killing demons. It should have been shattered like Sanqiu. He was able to wake up only because Feng Tinghan used the medicine of living dead human flesh and bones to continue his life, but That medicine is a rare thing, it can save the life for a while, and if there are no accidents, it will not be able to last in half a year.

If you want to completely save Fu Siqian, you have to take risks, but the method Qu Guizhu said is too risky, if you fail, you will directly kill Fu Siqian, and you may lose half a year from the medicine.

Feng Tinghan was full of anger in his heart, shook his hand and gave another whip, and said coldly: "Trash."

Qu Guizhu understood his temperament, the cruel and merciless Demon Lord was merciful without using his spiritual power, she gritted her teeth and endured, while thinking about other things to divert her attention, thinking about the person she saw just now.

Legend has it that Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable was the banished immortal from that day, and there was nothing wrong with it, but this leader of the righteous way, a supreme being of the demon world, was involved in the relationship by accident.

How ridiculous, and how rare.

Half a month ago, it was rumored that the Demon Lord, who had been dead for a long time, descended from the sky, and reappeared in that ghostly sedan chair like a nightmare. It was the nightmare of Qiwu Villa.

But not her Qu Guizhu's nightmare.

Song Ruhuan, the left protector, wore a cloak to protect him behind him, her half-skeleton, half-flesh face was full of sternness, and in just a quarter of an hour, the people in Qiwu Villa were controlled by her.

The previous calculation was only to intercept and kill the Demon Lord Feng Zhiyuan, involving many forces in the Demon World, Qiwu Villa also participated, the mastermind was none other than her nominal father, the owner of Qiwu Villa.

Countless people died in Qiwu Villa, and all the corpses were cleaned up, but she was the only one left behind.

Without him, she was the one who told about the betrayal.

Who would have thought that Qu Guizhu, a well-known medical doctor, was a puppet raised by the owner of Qiwu Mountain Villa. He had a deadly Gu on his body. After being cured, others could not heal herself. After suffering so much humiliation, she finally inserted the knife that sealed her throat with blood The heart of the enemy.

It's just that the demon king who killed without batting an eye actually spared her life because of a dying person.

That day, the clouds in the sky were as red as if they had been burned, comparable to the blood-stained ground in Qiwu Mountain Villa. The blood-colored Demon Lord got off the sedan chair with the person in his arms, and his voice was as cold as ice: " Rescue him, and I will help you practice again."

Qu Guizhu knew that his body had been devoured by Gu worms and was dilapidated. If he wanted to survive, he could only abandon his physical body and practice again. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

She doesn't want to die, and the only person in the world who can save her is Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Tinghan relieved his breath, and Jiu Mi disappeared in an instant. He stood for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Find a way to relieve his pain, and start preparing for the things needed to implement that method. You are the owner of Qiwu Villa, Doctor Xiuqu Gui Zhu, do you understand?"

The meaning in the words is self-evident, Qu Guizhu heaved a sigh of relief, and replied with a smile: "This subordinate obeys orders."

When Feng Tinghan returned to the room, Fu Siqian had already fallen asleep, his face was still bloodless, and his clothes were soaked in sweat, sticking to his body, revealing a bit of sharp beauty.

Xu Shi was in too much pain, even when he fell asleep, he still bit his lower lip. Feng Tinghan pinched his cheeks and opened his teeth, exposing the lower lip with deep teeth marks.

The hot air brought up by his breath fluttered against his fingertips, Feng Tinghan stroked his lower lip, his eyes became darker, and he rubbed that place until it turned red before he stopped.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the foreground had changed, it was foggy, and the golden soul in front of him was curled up in a ball. The whole body of the soul was golden, but the center of the eyebrows was red, like blood.

In the great battle at Luwei Mountain, Jiu Mie suddenly rioted and broke the seal on his cultivation base. At this time, he has returned to his heyday, even better than before.

With the support of spiritual power, he can open the state of soul and communicate with the person in front of him through the soul. He has been looking forward to this day since the dream of "Three Thousand Worlds".

Feng Tinghan touched the red spot and sighed, "Who are you?"

This person in front of him is not the Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable from the cultivation world, with a strange face and a strange spirit, but it seems to be inextricably linked with him, so he can't help but touch it, can't help but want to bite it , can't help but want to torture, can't help but want to kill this person...

That red spot was the brand he had set long ago, and this person surrounded him with the Heart and Soul Curse. He was naturally not to be outdone, and doubled his respect, but he never thought that he would discover other secrets by mistake.

"Is it Duoshe? Or something else?"

Feng Tinghan has a faint premonition that this person will take him to solve all the mysteries, the secret of his "dirty" blood flowing like a monster, the reason why he lacks a heart in his soul, he was pierced by a sword in the illusion, The truth of falling into the abyss of hell... This person does not belong here, he is here for himself.

Feng Tinghan held the soul into his arms, looked at the strange face, couldn't help but lower his head and peck kisses, from forehead to eyebrows, eyelids, nose tip, side of the face, and finally landed on his lips.

He has endless hatred for this person, and at the same time, a deep desire.

He avoided the answer given by Zhaoyuan Xianzun's body, but wanted to touch and communicate with this soul that came from nowhere.

This person is still sleeping, his eyes are closed tightly, and his sharp eyebrows are as sharp as a knife's edge, which is heart-wrenching. Those emotions are too complicated, and he knows that he can't tell them apart.

The only thing that is certain is that he has no love for this person.

It seems that the existence of "love" has been stripped away, and only other things are left. When the heart is still or hatred is boiling, there is only physical desire. This is too contradictory.

The soul contact is wonderful, but he can't feel it, all the pleasure is like the moon in the water in the mirror, illusory and ethereal, like strong wine mixed with water, the blade sharpened, extremely unpleasant.

He has to find out.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had returned to their original state. Feng Tinghan supported the edge of the bed to take a deep breath, and it took him a long time to recover. He stripped off his soul and established a state of soul. Even he couldn't hold it for long.

Fu Siqian felt that he fell into a drowsy sleep without pain, and when he opened his eyes, he bumped into a pair of pitch-black eyes, where the flowing light seemed to swirl, making one addicted.

"When did you come back?"

The light melted, Feng Tinghan said softly: "It's been a while since Master fell asleep."

The pain on his body was still tolerable, Fu Siqian suddenly remembered something, and tried to summon Sanqiu: "Is Sanqiu—"

He didn't know what to say, but Feng Tinghan understood what he meant, and just nodded: "It's broken."

The natal magic weapon is born with the owner, the sword is with the person, and the sword is broken and the person dies.

Fu Siqian still understood this point, he wanted to ask "Why am I still alive", but he couldn't ask this question, subconsciously rejected it, always felt that it was too cruel to ask, and he didn't know who it was cruel to.

Changed the subject casually: "How is Chu Ming'an? Is he still alive?"

Feng Tinghan nodded: "He is destined to die, he is not dead, he was sent back to the capital by someone."

Speaking of the capital city, Fu Siqian thought of Xiaoyao League again: "How is the situation of Xiaoyao League?"

Feng Tinghan hesitated for a while, and said: "The Xiaoyao League was destroyed, Qiuqing was killed, and the major sects either died or were injured. The details are not clear, but it is said that Mingguang Xianzun and Changling Xianzun were seriously injured and have been killed. Take it back to Wuji Mountain."

Fu Siqian was shocked: "Do you know who did it?"

"I don't know, I can't find anything about that person." Feng Tinghan took the medicine on the table and signaled Fu Sigan to open his mouth, "It might be a bit bitter."

Fu Siqian was still digesting the news he had just heard, and was given a mouthful of medicine without paying attention. He was so bitter that he almost bit off his tongue: "What is this thing!"

Feng Tinghan's eyes were tinged with a smile: "Medicine, Master's injury is too serious, and it needs to be applied externally and taken internally. This is the medicine to drink."

Seeing Feng Tinghan fed him another spoonful, Fu Siqian couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, then pursed his lips under Feng Tinghan's surprised gaze, and sighed: "Long pain It's better to have a short pain, and instead of cutting the flesh with a blunt knife like you, it's better to pour it directly."

Feng Tinghan couldn't refute these words, he himself was a household who had trouble taking medicine, so he was stunned when he heard it, and didn't even bother to give a reaction.

"Why are you stuck?" Thinking of this man's attitude towards taking medicine and getting needles, Fu Siqian couldn't help but want to tease him, "Do you think Master is like you, children are afraid of taking medicine?"

Feng Tinghan with a child's heart: "..."

Seeing that the person in front of him was speechless, Fu Siqian felt inexplicably better, and urged Feng Tinghan to send a message to Le Zhengcheng: "Tell me about what happened in Luweishan. Tell the truth, let me tell you about Xiao Nianyuan in detail."

After all, he was one of the Immortal Venerables of Wuji Mountain, so Le Zhengcheng had to understand the whole story, so that he could make plans as soon as possible.

"Did Xiao Nianyuan's body be brought back?" Fu Siqian sighed, remembering the person's request before he died, "If it is possible, bury her in Luoshui, it can be regarded as an explanation."

Feng Tinghan's body froze, and the image of blood and flesh flying across his mind appeared. The corpse that he had pumped to the point where only bones remained, had already been thrown to Song Ruhuan for disposal, and now he might not even find the scum.

"At that time, I only cared about taking Master to seek medical treatment, and buried Xianzun Xihua's body in the nearby Luwei Mountain."

In a sense, he didn't lie, and the corpse was "buried" in Luwei Mountain.

Fu Siqian thought for a while, Luwei Mountain is far away from Wugou City, Feng Tinghan has enough effort to carry himself, why bring another corpse: "That's all, fate."

The little princess of the old dynasty failed the subjects of Luwei Mountain, so it may be God's will to be buried there.

Fu Siqian didn't take this matter to heart, he was cold-tempered, and he only had a little affection for Xiao Nianyuan as a colleague, maybe a little guilty, for his affection for him.However, his guilt is not someone who will feel guilty for a long time, and it will be over in a few seconds. He is cold-hearted and selfish to the extreme.

After sending a letter to Le Zhengcheng, Fu Siqian was stuffed back into the quilt by Feng Tinghan, in the name of letting him rest more.

The afternoon sun shines in through the windows, casting a golden glow on the room, which is warm and comfortable.

Different from the tranquility of Qiwu Villa, a great turmoil is taking place in Wuji Mountain. Black clouds cover the entire mountain, the wind howls, evil ghosts cry, the iron chains of Broken Soul Cliff clank, and the evil wind blows Yin Qi from the cliff. He rushed forward, as if trying to drag people into the abyss.

Le Zhengcheng personally led people to line up, and set up an enchantment on Broken Soul Cliff, and worked together to suppress the evil spirits that were about to roar out.

Everyone in Wuji Mountain gathered at Broken Soul Cliff, and no one noticed the elegant light green figure. extravagance.

Different from the news Feng Tinghan got, Yan Junxing didn't seem to be injured at all. With a smile on his face, he waved his hand to untie the barrier of the Cangbing Pavilion, bent down to the little doll that floated out, and said affectionately: "Liu Shu , Long time no see, are you awake?"

The half-human-tall doll shook her head, and the hairpins on her buns shook accordingly. She stared blankly for a long while with wide-eyed eyes, before she yelled out, "Master!"

Yan Junxing put his finger on her lips, and said with a gentle smile, "Young lady, please be more dignified and stop yelling."

Liu Shu quickly covered her mouth, and after a while she whispered quietly: "Master, are you here to pick me up?"

"I'm sorry Liu Shu, I have to wait for a while before I can go home." Yan Junxing patted her head, and took the lead to walk into the Cangbing Pavilion, "Let's go, Liu Shu, take me to see Liu Mi."

The glazed lamps were lit up one by one, illuminating the darkened room, and the gate of the Cangbing Pavilion was closed tightly, leaving only the sound of "da da" footsteps from far to near.

Finally, the footsteps stopped, and Yan Junxing stood quietly in the dark for a long time, before Liu Shu called "Master", he stopped him, and Yan Junxing lightly touched the sword hanging on the wall with the carved cloud fan , sighed and called: "Liu Mi."

A strong white light burst out from the pitch-black sword, Yan Junxing remained motionless, and called again in a low voice: "Liu Mi."

A small ball of light emanated from the sword and slowly floated in front of Yan Junxing, silently amidst the chaos.

The carved cloud fan supported the ball of light, and slowly pulled it towards the eyes, Yan Junxing raised the corners of his lips, and said lightly, "Have you had enough sleep, let me take you out for a stroll and see the world today, okay?"

The little sword spirit looked at him, and flew to Liu Shu without saying a word: "It's fine to go out with you, I will take Liu Shu with me."

Yan Jun frowned impatiently: "Another request."

His silence represented everything, and in the end Yan Junxing was defeated: "There is really nothing I can do about you."

Yan Junxing took down the sword from the air, and stretched out his hand towards Liu Shu, smiling softly: "Let's go, Liu Shu, go home with the master."

The glazed lamps were extinguished one by one, and the Cangbing Pavilion returned to silence. No one knew that a sword was lost here.

And the little Qiling who has been guarding the Cangbing Pavilion for a long time will not be remembered, just as she appeared here inexplicably, and now she has disappeared without a sound.

The clouds receded, the wind and rain stopped, and the sun pierced the darkness, restoring everything to its original appearance.

On Broken Soul Cliff, the disciple of Wuji Mountain asked doubtfully, "Why did this evil creature suddenly become quiet?"

Le Zhengcheng stared at the black abyss under the cliff, his brows twisted into the word Chuan. It was clear that the rain was about to come, but he stopped suddenly, like a counterattack before the dark tide was raging, it was a sign and a warning.

He caught the sound transmission talisman floating from the sky, and his proud self-sustainability finally collapsed. The fact that every word was spread out shattered all the pretended calmness.

Le Zhengyao was startled by his ugly face, and hurriedly asked: "Daddy, what happened, what's wrong with you?"

Le Zhengcheng let out a long breath, gritted his teeth and said to the big disciples beside him: "Notify all sects that Immortal Xihua has fallen, and ask them to come to Wuji Mountain in seven days to discuss the funeral."

There was a lot of discussion and noise around, the strong wind rolled up the corners of his clothes, Le Zhengcheng rubbed his fingers, squinted his eyes and looked at Broken Soul Cliff, where there was a blackness like ink pouring from the sky.

The vines climbed all over the wooden frame, and the fallen leaves hung down to the ground. The flower pot as thin as jade was placed on the table, and the fine powdery soil particles shimmered in the sun. Slowly condense out a small flower.

After a while, the flower, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, slowly floated up and separated from the stamen, floating and trembling.

The sun slanted, casting shadows on the ground, stone tables, flower pots, flowers...

There is also a humanoid figure.

The breeze brought a murmur, rustling sound resounded in the courtyard, as if sighing indistinctly: "Xihua..."