Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Fu Siqian said before that he doesn't like to deal with Yun Buwen, the kind of person who has more eyes than briquettes is the most annoying.

The man in fox fur was coughing non-stop, the corners of his eyes turned red, as if he could cough up his lungs in the next second: "Zhaoyuan Immortal, cough cough, Immortal Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time, cough cough..."

Feng Tinghan had heard of Yun Buwen's name earlier, but he had never met face to face. The master of the Wanlang Pavilion, who was sick and full of wisdom and close to a demon, looked at the person in front of him calmly, and gradually The man and the imagination come together.

It looks like that.

Fu Siqian's face was cold, and he said: "Master Yun Pavilion, don't get excited, if you do something good or bad, the gain will outweigh the loss."

There will always be a strange thing happening in this world, it's okay if you don't mention it, it will come true once you mention it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Buwen coughed again, which made Fu Siqian unable to maintain his composure, and began to think about whether he had the potential to be a crow's mouth... no, a prophet.

Fu Siqian shut his mouth, preparing to be a quiet and handsome man, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be so poisonous that he wouldn't ask.

His method was quite effective, Yun Buwen stopped coughing after a while, pointed to Feng Tinghan, and said weakly: "I think this is the apprentice of the Immortal Venerable, Master Feng Tinghan, he is really handsome and unparalleled in the world! "

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyelids, and replied sternly: "The Master of the Yun Pavilion is absurdly praised, Feng is ashamed and dare not take it, the Pavilion Master is the dragon and phoenix among the people, and his reputation is far and wide."

Yun Buwen waved his hand: "Young Master Feng is being modest, someone like Yun who is half buried in the earth cannot be a dragon or a phoenix."

Feng Tinghan shook his head: "The Master Yun Pavilion is the one who is modest."

Yinsu watched them exchange greetings back and forth, and gently tugged on Qu Guizhu's sleeve: "Do all human beings talk like this?"

Qu Guizhu didn't lift his eyelids: "What kind?"

Xiao Qinglong babbled and wailed for a long time without thinking of how to describe it. According to the records left by his ancestors, the master was cold-tempered and didn't answer a word to outsiders. Now he can open his eyes and talk nonsense, and the man who kept coughing, Obviously no master is good-looking.

But that man was right in saying one thing, he really couldn't be a dragon or a phoenix.

Xiao Qinglong thought in a daze, secretly slandering him endlessly.

A woman came out of the Wanlang Pavilion, supported Yun and did not ask, nodded slightly to Fu Siqian and the others, and said respectfully: "As ordered by the Pavilion Master, we have prepared a banquet, and I would like to invite the Immortal Venerable to show you respect."

Yun Buwen smiled softly and said, "Immortal Venerable, please."

He thought that he would leave after making indirect investigations, but he didn't expect Yun Buwen to prepare a banquet. Fu Siqian deeply felt that this person was a weasel giving New Year greetings to chickens, and this was probably a Hongmen banquet. He exchanged a glance with Feng Tinghan, and the latter took a sip Pursing her lips: "Master, please."

Please, please, yes, this is where the mountains of swords and seas of fire have to enter.

Fu Siqian walked calmly and was the first to catch up with Yunbuwen, followed by the other three.

The Wanlang Pavilion is magnificent, and Yunbuwen has an excellent reputation in the cultivation world. There are rumors that being invited by Pavilion Master Yun is the blessing of the third generation of cultivators.

This was once told to him by Yan Junxing as a joke, and Fu Siqian sat down, thinking that he had eaten two meals in Wanlang Pavilion, wouldn't this be a waste of the blessings of six lifetimes?

There are two tables set up in the pavilion, Fu Siqian and Feng Tinghan sit at one, Qu Guizhu and Yin Su sit at one, facing each other.

Fu Siqian glanced at him, my good guy, there are all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, and there is no time to prepare such a complete set. It seems that Yun Buwen had expected them to come, but he has no friendship with Yun Buwen. So accurate?

He was worried about how he could deal with Yun without asking, he didn't have an appetite to enjoy the food, so he just took a cup of tea and took a sip every now and then.

Feng Tinghan was astonished, on the one hand he lamented Yun Buwen's cunning in planning in advance, on the other hand he was a little puzzled, did Yun Buwen really have Yun Tianxueyue in his hands?

In the whole banquet, Yinsu was the only one who ate the most.

Qu Guizhu felt that this scene was too blind to see, opened his eyes and pretended to be blind for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Aren't you a noble blood? How come you don't eat elegantly at all?"

Xiao Qinglong blinked his eyes, Qu Guizhu suddenly had a strange thought, could it be that this guy thinks his actions are very cute and pleasing?

"Wen Ya?" Yin Su swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth, and asked sincerely, "Can that thing be eaten?"

He can only eat ink and drink ashes in the Hundred Scenes Picture, starving for hundreds of years, how can he care about being unrefined, and swallowing the city without turning into its original form is already looking at the face of the master.

Qu Guizhu was choked by his words, in a trance, he felt that it was really fucking reasonable, and couldn't help nodding his head in agreement with sincerity, but he realized it before he finished pointing, it made fucking sense !

Qu Yixiu had two hobbies in his life, one was fond of beauties, but he met the deadly ancestor of Lord Mozun, and he dared not speak molesting words in front of Mozun and Immortal Zun, and the deep face control was forced to come over.There is only one hobby of "holding vengeance", which is a coincidence to say, and she was also attacked by the demon king. The main object of her revenge - the old owner of Qiwu mountain villa, was also solved by the demon king not long ago .

Qu Yixiu deeply felt that time is fate, Lord Mozun can probably overcome her.

But she still pointed to the Demon Lord for help, so naturally she didn't dare to have any opinion. Fortunately, God treated her kindly and sent her a new object of revenge.

Qu Guizhu couldn't restrain the thought of stretching out his claws to Xiao Qinglong, and asked maliciously: "You are not refined, aren't you afraid of embarrassing your master?"

If you kill a dragon without seeing blood, you should respect her, Qu Guizhu, as the originator!

Yinsu's eyes were full of horror, the chicken legs in his mouth were no longer fragrant, he blinked, and asked unreasonably, "Will you?"

Qu Yixiu was not ashamed to deceive the ignorant young dragon at all, and raised his chin sincerely: "Have you seen that your master has moved the chopsticks?"

Feng Tinghan wanted to help Song Ruhuan inquire about Yuntian Xueyue's news, so he only held the cup out of courtesy. Coincidentally, when Yin Su looked over, he was so tired that he even put down the cup, and was pulled by Fu Siqian The wrist bites the ear.

Qu Guizhu clicked his tongue, and his tone was slightly mocking: "Are you worthy of being a subordinate of Mr. Feng?"

Isn't that elegant!He can do it!

Yin Su put down his food, sat upright, tried to straighten his shoulders, and glanced at Qu Guizhu, "How is it, now you are worthy of your master?"

Hee, this dragon is so stupid!

Qu Guizhu suppressed a smile and nodded: "It's worthy, it's worthy."

On that side, Fu Sigan was holding Feng Tinghan's wrist, as if he had acquired a novelty, rubbing it casually.

Yun Buwen had just left the table, and the old hooligan got excited again, and couldn't help running the train: "Ordinary people always like to use unique nicknames, such as Qingqinger, darling, darling... Others have my big baby and little son, so tell me, what do you like me to call you?"

This is really a shameless topic, and it fits the temperament of the person in front of him very well.

Feng Tinghan was stunned by the "big baby" and "little son", and it took him a long time to react. He opened his mouth and only called out "Master".

Fu Siqian didn't want to let him go, leaned over and approached him, rubbed his wrist with cool hands, soaked up a lot of fresh heat, and continued to push forward: "Master is here, if counting, you are the only one in the world It is also unique to be able to call me 'Master'."

Unique?

These words were too hot, Feng Tinghan couldn't help but look away, as if he could not be affected by this person because he couldn't see them.

This is really a bit of self-deception, but Fu Siqian also loves his self-deception, and can't help chuckling hoarsely: "Baby, you have to look at me, you avoid me, I can't help but think about other things, and I can bear it." I can't help thinking about...eating you."

The jade chopsticks fell on the table, making a slight muffled sound, disturbing the scent of wine in the banquet, and waking up those who were soundly asleep.

Feng Tinghan was startled, he didn't wake up when he wasn't drunk, he wasn't drunk, he just sank into someone's unconscious dream, and he was willing to accompany him to pretend to be drunk.

"Master, Master."

He didn't drink, but with an intoxicating breath, and with contradictory and complicated emotions, he spit out the unique title in someone's mouth, swallowed it and spit it out again.

Fu Siqian's heart trembled in a mess. The person he was thinking of could always use the most unexpected reactions to stir up waves deep in his heart, just like the past and the present.

They share the turbulent emotion with each other, their faces are calm, and the wrapped hands slide from the wrists to the fingertips, and they are clasped until they are tight.

Fu Siqian felt that he was probably crazy.

"Zhaoyuan Xianzun and Feng Gongzi..."

Under Yun Buwen's surprised gaze, Fu Siqian repeated the action just now, he lowered his head slightly, and kissed the other hand interlaced with his own.

Rao Yun Buwen, who is known for being calm and self-sufficient, took half a minute to digest this matter, na na said: "I see, you two are dripping with true temperament, and Yun admires it."

A beauty's knife, even if it kills someone with blood, is still a gentle knife.

Feng Tinghan didn't mind using this gentle knife to send Yun Buwen a ride: "True temperament is no match for the wine offered by Pavilion Master Yun."

The blue light struck, sweeping away those who stood in front of him, and a gust of wind was brought up by the tail of the whip, adding a smear of blood to Yun Buwen's sickly white face.

The women serving around drew out the soft blades in their sleeves, surrounded Feng Tinghan in the center, and the frosty white sword light fell on him like a turbulent wind and rain.

Yin Su shattered the table table with one palm, and blood was reflected in his pupils: "Wait, damn it!"

"Yinsu, take Master away." The bloody man ordered in a cold voice, and his casual glance made his heart shudder, "Be obedient, don't affect my movement."

Before Yinsu could speak, Fu Siqian turned around and walked out, with a lazy, smiling voice, but it was not difficult to hear the threat: "Baby, don't get hurt, or I won't let you go."

Qu Guizhu dragged Yin Su towards the window, the banquet was set on the second floor, she jumped down from upstairs without hesitation.

Wanlang Pavilion lived in Wugou City, and no one knew what it did for a living, only that it was an existence that could not be blamed. The owner of the pavilion said that he didn't care about his illness, but he had a well-known name in the world of comprehension.

While Fu Siqian said silently in his heart, he walked down the stairs. His sickness is no worse than that of Qu Guizhu and Xiao Qinglong who are healthy and healthy. Jumping from a building is as simple as eating and drinking.

I can only walk out slowly.

Around him, everyone was holding knives or swords, the sharp edges were all aimed towards his heart, but before they got close to him, they were swept away by the shining blue light.

Fu Siqian snorted and laughed: "Honey, do you think it's useful to please me now? Huh?"

The person who was taken care of didn't appreciate it, he didn't stop, he walked very steadily step by step, he only looked up when he reached the entrance of Wanlang Pavilion, and he bumped into a pair of amorous and smiling peach eyes.

Fu Siqian put one hand on the door and put the other lightly on his lips. His dark eyes could only let go of the person next to the railing on the second floor, and under the gaze of that person, he kissed the back of his hand.

Then push the door out.

The blood was hot, Feng Tinghan felt that the killing intent in his whole body was ignited, and he couldn't help but kiss the hand holding the nine-jointed whip.

What to do, he felt that he was bewitched.

Mountain delicacies turned into dust under one's feet, delicacies of seafood reduced to fly ash on the mat, jade pieces fell apart, gold threads were tangled into balls, and countless people who followed one after another sacrificed their lives to add a little cinnabar red to the tail of the whip.

Then, Feng Tinghan grabbed the neck hidden in the snow-white fur of the fox fur, he lifted Yun Buwen's chin with the whip handle, and smiled slightly: "Master Yun Pavilion, I want to make a deal with you, I don't know what you think?"

Countless blood spots were stained on his body, and his white clothes were dyed like a red gauze. The color was compelling, and even the words he confided were in a mess: "About the sky, snow and moon."

"You, you are—"

The hand on the neck suddenly tightened, and the feeling of suffocation on the verge of death made him unable to say a word. Yun Buwen subconsciously grabbed the hand on the neck, but unexpectedly, the wrist bone was removed before he touched it.

"Do you know who I am? I am indeed the Master Yun of the Wanlang Pavilion." Feng Tinghan let go of his neck indifferently, and said in a low voice with a cold smile, "If you want to come, Master Yun should know too, no It is best not to say what should be said, or you will easily kill yourself. In addition, Master Yun, I have three questions, I wonder if you would like to answer them?"

Yun Buwen had a withered look on his face, and it took him a long time before he nodded as if resigned to his fate.

Feng Tinghan's tone was cold and solemn: "First, where did you get the picture of the hundred scenes of the Buddha?"

Yun Buwen said calmly: "The one who brought him to the door was the one who bumped into Zhaoyuan Xianzun that day."

So that's the case, Feng Tinghan suddenly smiled: "Secondly, do you really have the sky, the snow and the moon in your hands?"

Yun Buwen's eyes surged with emotion, and finally returned to dead silence. He shook his head: "It's not in my hands."

Feng Tinghan understood, the unfinished meaning of these words is that although it is not in my hands, I know where it is.

"Thirdly, you had a drink during the dinner, but it came from Huaiyinjiang's family?"

"How do you know?" he asked in surprise.

Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes: "Who?"

Yun Bu asked, "Jiang Er."

Feng Tinghan caressed Jiu Mie, and suddenly asked: "Master Yun Pavilion, do you want to live?"

Yun Buwen really wanted to give this man a blank stare, but he didn't dare. The temptation to live was too great. With such a sickly body, he would rather live than die: "Zun... what conditions do you have?"

He just likes to deal with people who are smart and knowledgeable about current affairs. Feng Tinghan restrained his killing intent and smiled softly: "Bring me the sky, snow and moon."

Yun Buwen waited for a long time but did not see him continuing to speak, so he hesitated and said, "That's it?"

Feng Tinghan nodded casually: "That's it."

Song Ruhuan, Mozun's left protector, has been seeking Yuntianxueyue for many years. This is not a secret in Yun Buwen's eyes, but he really did not expect that the ruthless Lord Mozun would do this for his subordinates, even at the expense of letting him know. The identity of the self to live.

Although this leaves a huge hidden danger.

A thoughtful person like Yun Buwen would never do such a thing, so he couldn't understand Feng Tinghan's approach.

Seeing him in a daze, Feng Tinghan scraped his face with a whip, and said coldly, "Why, you don't want to?"

Yun Buwen smiled wryly, how could he dare to be unwilling: "You gave me a chance, how could Yun not appreciate it, but he was just sighing, aren't you afraid that I will publicize your identity? For example, the immortal should still be kept in the dark Let's go."

As his words fell, Feng Tinghan glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile, but his amorous peach blossom eyes saw the smile to the end: "Let's not say whether I'm afraid or not, Pavilion Master Yun, someone like you who can do whatever it takes to survive Would a person really do such a self-defeating thing?"

The sarcasm in the words made Yun Buwen's face turn pale, yes, in order to survive, he would do anything against the sky to change his fate, so how could he be willing to let everything fall by the wayside.

"Master Yun Pavilion, please don't get me wrong. This venerable is praising you. Those who know the current affairs are outstanding. I am happy to deal with smart people like you." Pausing for a moment at the red spot at the end, ignoring Yun Buwen's expression, he wiped off the blood on his snow-white fox fur, "I will give you a month, Pavilion Master Yun, it's up to you whether you can live or not." own."

Yun Buwen slumped on his seat, his heart was desolate, and many things from the past flashed before his eyes one by one.

He was congenitally deficient, mentally deficient and frail, and he was not loved since he was born. His father regarded him as an ominous person, and his mother called him a debt collector. He had only one wish since he was a child-to live.

Be it praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, or seeking medical advice, as long as he can survive, he is willing to do anything.

People who have health will never know how precious what they have, only those who can't ask for it will miss it, just like him.

He hadn't thought of this for a long time, he thought he didn't care anymore, but in the end he was still deceiving himself.

Yun Buwen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he could no longer see the fragile emotions leaked out. He slowly sat up straight, looked indifferently at the corpses scattered all over the mat, and raised his hand slightly: "Get what you want Got an answer?"

The ghostly woman floated down, quietly watching him without saying a word.

He is sick and sick, tall and tall, and the clay figurine still has three parts of earthy nature. He Yunbuwen, how can he be a temper that can be manipulated by others: "I paid such a high price, if I can't get the desired result, I won't Let it go."

He laughed as he spoke: "Maybe he wants to drag you to die together."

Feng Tinghan put away his long whip, hooked his lips and opened the gate of Wanlang Pavilion. At this moment, he knew that someone was waiting for him across the door.

Just now when he fought against everyone in Wanlang Pavilion, Xiang Yun didn't ask questions. It was entirely on his whim. The strong smell of drunken flowers and wine during the banquet burned away a small part of his sanity. As for the rest of his sanity——

It was infected by someone's madness.

Maybe he and someone were enemies in the previous life, or they were very close, from body to soul, someone must have carved indelible marks on him, so he has such deep hatred and desire.

Seeing Yun Buwen's persistent pursuit of living, Feng Tinghan suddenly understood one thing, he seemed to have been imprisoned by his innate feelings, ignoring the expectations that might exist at the moment.

In the Broken Jade Palace, that person avoided him. He thought he would let go of the expectations he shouldn't have, but in the end he couldn't help approaching again and again.

In Liuhua Clothes Shop, the man made a seemingly strong request that he shouldn't have sabotaged the plan, but he couldn't help but responded softly.

In the picture of Hundred Scenes, he even took the initiative to provoke that person, making his lust no longer pure.

Admit it.

Even if you're a heartless monster.

Even if there is an indelible hatred engraved on the soul.

Even if you think you will not have nostalgia and dependence.

He sighed and pushed open the door, only one thought remained in his mind: he was really bewitched.

Like a young boy, he wanted to meet the person who bewitched him with joy, and wanted to say something that person had been looking forward to, but he froze in the moment when he opened the door.

The ethereal white-clothed fairy raised his eyes and looked up, his eyes as calm as stagnant water suddenly burst out with a strong killing intent, and the spiritual power wrapped around his fingers condensed into a blade.

Once Yijian Frost chilled fourteen states, now it chills his heart.