Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The man was dressed in silver-white soft armor, his long hair was like cold snow on a cliff, hanging over his shoulders, when he looked up, there was a smile between his brows, not very sharp, like cold jade warming up.

Feng Tinghan suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and pretended to be natural nodding: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

It was obviously the first conversation, but it was as familiar as it had happened thousands of times.

The man rolled his eyes and walked to the stall next to him: "Not too long, come here."

Feng Tinghan didn't know, so, in fact, he still can't confirm the identity of this person, and he doesn't know how to address him, should he call him "Master"?

"Choose by yourself, what kind do you want to eat?"

Feng Tinghan took a closer look, what this stall sells is nothing but soft, glutinous and small pastries, with delicate shapes, which look very cute.

"Why are you staring blankly? Didn't you feel sorry for the missing pastry before? Now I'll make it up for you."

Feeling warm and sweet in his heart, Feng Tinghan smiled and rolled his eyes: "Master."

That's great, it's still his master, the master who has only him in his heart and eyes, and knows nothing.

Fu Siqian lazily replied, and jokingly said: "I'll make up for you with pastries, can I have more likes?"

Still thinking about this, Feng Tinghan waved his hand: "Of course, how much does Master want?"

"There must be at least three, four, five, six, seven, eight taels. I searched all the streets before I found this pastry stall." Fu Siqian laughed as he spoke, feeling a little embarrassed, "After all, I waited You have been so long."

It was a pun, and both of them knew that little bit of secret thoughts. They were not only talking about waiting for Feng Tinghan for a long time here, but also waiting for his answer for a long time.

Obviously unable to feel love, but still moved, the contradictory emotions made Feng Tinghan entangled and hesitant, unable to say a word, emotionally he was bewitched by the person in front of him, his rational instinct desperately stopped him, and the icy and charcoal were tormented, giving birth to an empty loneliness Hard to say.

Fu Siqian was good at observing words and expressions. Seeing his complexion, he secretly scolded himself for being too impatient. He took the pastries handed over by the stall owner, and changed the subject calmly: "I don't think this place looks like an illusion. Do you know where this is?"

Feng Tinghan quickly collected his emotions, and calmly explained: "This is the world of the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha, which is the scroll that the person who bumped into Master in front of the Wanlang Pavilion today took."

Fu Siqian read softly: "The Hundred Scenes of the Buddha, the night and the world."

Feng Tinghan briefly talked about the Hundred Scenery Map, Fu Siqian struggled for a while, and asked: "So the soul that entered the Hundred Scenery Map, why is your soul not the same as in the past, but mine will change?"

Fu Siqian brushed a strand of hair and twirled it around his fingertips. He had too many doubts in his mind about the changes in his body appearance and clothing.

Feng Tinghan's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't want Fu Siqian to know that he had discovered that he was not the original Zhaoyuan Xianzun, so he could only pretend to be natural and asked: "Shouldn't you ask Master yourself? Are you not showing your true face?"

Fu Siqian was already distressed. He had the secret of going through the book in his heart, and he didn't know how to explain it. Feng Tinghan's words gave him a good excuse, so he also pretended to be calm and serious: " Don't mention this matter to outsiders, there is a reason for being a teacher for many years."

What is the reason?The ability to open one's eyes and tell nonsense is not small.

Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes in his heart, suppressed a smile and asked: "Master, can you tell me the reason?"

Fu Siqian had a sullen face, as stable as an old dog, but he was panicked inside, and it took him a long time to pretend to be calm and say, "Because I'm so good-looking."

Feng Tinghan was shocked by this shameless answer. He stared at Fu Siqian's face carefully, and had to admit that the shameless words were true. Immortal Zhaoyuan's appearance was already excellent, but the person in front of him It's even better than that.

It is a soul-stirring color given by God, and it is unforgettable at a glance.

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Feng Tinghan smiled lightly, and said sincerely: "Master is right, you are so pretty."

If this face is released, it will definitely attract countless suitors.

It doesn't matter if I have a thick skin and say something like this, but when I hear the echo, my feeling changes instantly. Even if Fu Siqian is shameless, he is a little embarrassed to be praised like this, so he hurriedly changed the subject: "According to what you said, we can enter the hundred sceneries Tu is related to it, so how can I get out? You can’t stay here forever.”

In the ancient times, all the officials were wiped out overnight, so there are very few records about the hundred sceneries. Feng Tinghan has read all the books, but only read these few sentences, and knows little about others.

Feng Tinghan remained silent, Fu Siqian was startled, and asked: "You don't know how to get out, do you? Then how did you get in?"

"I came here by accident. I have no contact with Baijingtu. I was brought here when I met Master." Feng Tinghan looked innocent, "The Baijingtu should have contact with you, Master. Through You and I are allowed to enter here, maybe this is your Hundred Scenes Map."

Since the death of the commanding man, the painting of the hundred scenes of the Buddha has become unrecognizable. Zhaoyuan Xianzun is only a hundred years old, how can he own a picture scroll from the ancient times?

But Feng Tinghan's words are not unreasonable, so it is only possible that he is connected with Baijingtu, not Zhaoyuan Xianzun.

Fu Siqian was frightened by his guess. He came through a book, so how could he be connected with the world in this book?

Strange things from the past emerged one by one, and many unexplainable things seemed to make sense with another way of thinking. What if he didn't come through a book, but lived in this world?

In this world, he has his own body, he is not the one who seized Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable, but a real person who exists.

Fu Siqian was in a turmoil, and felt more and more that this guess was correct, so the appearance of his spirit was actually his original appearance, so where is his body?

Feng Tinghan watched his expression change, from astonishment to confusion, and then to a dazed expression, as if he was thinking about something unbelievable: "Master, what's wrong with you? Why is your complexion so bad all of a sudden?"

Fu Siqian shook his head, his mind was full of conjectures just now, deduced according to this line of thinking, the Hundred Scenes must have something to do with his real identity, he had to find a way to go out, get the Hundred Scenes and study it carefully: "You before Said, I fell asleep and never woke up, so we are now in Qiwu Mountain Villa?"

Feng Tinghan knew what he was thinking at a glance, took a bite of the pastry, and said vaguely: "Master suddenly fell asleep, I noticed heresy, and I remembered what happened in Wanlang Pavilion."

He swallowed the pastry, with a look of begging for praise: "Then I went to Wanlang Pavilion and brought the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha."

"You mean, you took the hundred sceneries to Qiwu Mountain Villa?" Fu Siqian was shocked, "Did Yun Buwen stop you?"

Feng Tinghan was silent for a moment, remembering Song Ruhuan's performance of hesitant to speak, he said kindly: "Stop it, but they can't beat me."

Since leaving Wuji Mountain, Feng Tinghan's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. When he was in Jiangyang, he broke through the dream of "Three Thousand Worlds" by himself. Fu Siqian felt that his cultivation speed was too fast, but he only thought it was the influence of the hero's halo. No doubts arose.

Hearing him say this now, I couldn't laugh or cry: "So the teacher taught you how to practice, and let you 'steal' things?"

Feng Tinghan's eyes widened, and his peach-blossom eyes had a cute taste, which neutralized the original color: "When will Shizun—"

Fu Siqian tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's nothing, it's not considered stealing. When I took the Hundred Scenery Map, people from Wanlang Pavilion saw it. I took it openly."

Feng Tinghan chewed the pastry silently, he almost said what was in his heart just now, this guy has never taught himself to practice, he only thought of a bunch of weird ways to torture himself when he was in Wuji Mountain.

Fu Sigan froze, and some interest floated in his eyes. The person in front of him didn't seem to be as silly and sweet as described in "Supreme God Lord". If he was not a book-traveler, how could the book "Supreme God Lord" be explained?

Fu Siqian went over everything about traveling here, especially when he thought about Feng Tinghan's performance all the time, and finally had to admit that his apprentice was not as silly and sweet as he imagined.

This recognition didn't make him unhappy, but instead gave birth to some other thoughts, as if he knew that Feng Tinghan was not so obedient, and that he could reveal a little bit of the evil in his bones, so that he could tease this person more ruthlessly.

Behind the long street are mountains, rivers and rivers. The two walked along the path. Behind them, the sound of hawking along the street gradually stopped, and everything turned into dead objects.

Feng Tinghan watched the pastry in his arms gradually turn into little ink marks and dissipated. He felt that his mouth was full of the smell of ink, and he grabbed Fu Sigan's sleeve in aggrieved way: "Master, it's gone."

Unexpectedly, when he pulled the sleeve up, revealing a piece of cold iron on his wrist, both of them were stunned.

Fu Siqian's heart was shocked, he entered the picture of a hundred scenes by himself, although he knew that his appearance had changed, but he didn't know what he had changed into, and he didn't explore it, he just thought it was an illusion, but from the bottom of his heart came that After guessing, he could no longer ignore the changes in himself.

He had seen this wristband not long ago, in the floating dream of "Three Thousand Worlds", the person standing beside the abyss of flames, dressed in white with wide sleeves, slowly took off the cold iron wristband on his hand, and then used The soft blade picked out a golden vein.

Obsession turns to bones, obsession turns to ashes, delusions turn to light——

That was his delusion.

Fu Siqian clenched his hands, trembling slightly all over his body, he stroked his face: "What does this face look like, I want to see what I look like now!"

Feng Tinghan was taken aback by him, but didn't say much, he pulled his hand and ran forward.

As they approached, the scenery in front of them appeared little by little and became clearer and clearer. It was an open mountain scenery with a long stream, which was so clear that it could be used as a bronze mirror.

During this journey, both of them didn't remember to use spiritual power. The sweat in their hands was wet and then dried by the wind. The wet sweat between their hands shared each other's temperature and pulse.

The water flow is clear, reflecting a face of broken jade, which coincides with the cold and stern eyebrows in the dream, the eyebrows are sharp, and the eyes are unparalleled, just like the lingling blue shadow in the cold world.

Fu Siqian staggered and almost fell headlong into the stream. It turned out that it was not inexplicable, but the weird familiarity was just because the person was himself.

It was he who approached Purgatory and let the magma lick the soles of his feet, and it was he who removed the cold iron and severed the tendons in his wrists.

He is not delusional, what he thinks in his heart, the unspeakable emptiness and desolation——

That was his delusion.

Feng Tinghan wrapped his arms around his waist, and embraced the man who was about to fall into the river. When his soul and soul touched, he felt a familiar feeling of trembling. Rubbing that corner of the clothes.

His voice was hoarse, his lowered eyes were filled with dark ink, and the voice he blurted out was soft and ambiguous: "Master."

Fu Siqian was very confused, he didn't notice any strangeness in him, he managed to suppress his emotions, closed his eyes and took a deep breath for a long time before recovering: "It's okay, I'm fine, don't be afraid."

All cognitions were overturned, Fu Siqian took some time to sort out, he accepted things quickly, adapted to his new identity immediately, and was interested in teasing the people who hugged him tightly.

"Hug so tight, like me so much?"

After a while, I heard a muffled voice: "Master's exclusive three, four, five, six, seven, eight two likes."

Fu Siqian was already pleased with him, and he was moved even more when he heard the words. He turned around and pressed the man into his arms, grabbed the soft white ears, and said with a low laugh, "You can't push me away."