Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Don’t be greedy for too much of everything, as long as there is too much, you will have some unworthy boredom to keep, just like the same piece of sky, if you see it too many times, no matter how beautiful it is, you will feel boring, so you want to go for a walk in the distance.

Fu Siqian climbed out of the ice coffin, looked at the scenery in front of him, it was obviously the same starry sky, when he saw it for the first time, he was astonished, and even took a jade slip to record it, but now he just found it boring.

But that day is finally coming to an end.

Fu Siqian reckoned that when the clock turned around midnight tonight, his soul and body would be completely integrated, and then he would be able to break out of the coffin and go to the devil world to meet his love.

Yan Junxing hasn't come back these few days, Fu Siqian was puzzled, while recalling Feng Zhiyuan's sweet past life, he took a rare minute or two to think about it, and felt that the man with a heart like honeycomb coal might be going to harm him again Who the hell, I've been scheming and calculating all day long, wishing that one person could make up a grand masterpiece-"How to Cultivate a Man with a Deep Scheming Mind".

Thinking about it this way, Fu Siqian couldn't help but smile again. It's better to be Xiao Yuaner, who was lively and cute in the previous life. Although Feng Tinghan in this life is pretending, he is really silly, white and sweet. Mozun's vest, while slightly sickly, is still cute on the whole.

Fu Siqian used his strength to deduce what beauty is in the eye of a beholder. In the past few days, his address to Feng Zhiyuan has undergone a qualitative change, including but not limited to Baby, Qingqinger, Xiaoqinger, and Xiaoyuaner ...

The title "Xiao Yuan'er" is Fu Siqian's new favorite recently. It is like a whisper between lovers, and it also shows the doting of the elders on the younger generation. In the memory of his previous life, Feng Zhiyuan was indeed the one he watched growing up. In this way, it is quite appropriate.

Fu Sigan's heart was as sweet as drinking honey, just because he thought of Feng Zhiyuan.

As for how to confess the past life and recover Xiao Qing'er who will inevitably be angry after the war between good and evil, he has never thought about it at all.

In this regard, Fu Siqian believes in a principle: the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.

At the same time, at the entrance of Jiaolin Diehai, Yan Junxing sneezed several times in succession, while muttering, he put Feng Zhiyuan, who had fallen asleep, under the tree.

The movements are full of gentleness, which can be called careful, as if Feng Zhiyuan is not a demon who can kill people with a whip, but a porcelain doll that will shatter when touched.

After putting the man down, Yan Junxing let out a sigh of relief. This was not what he wanted, and it was all forced by that man!

She didn't dare to show her face, but dared to order him over and over again.

"He says he doesn't care, but his body is very honest, and he can't bear to see people fall to the ground." Yan Junxing gritted his teeth secretly, "What if something happens to him, I'm the only one asking, what can happen to the dignified Demon Lord, It’s a good thing he doesn’t harm others.”

Yan Junxing cursed and cursed, but he didn't dare to touch Feng Zhiyuan. After all, he still had something to ask that person to do, so he couldn't offend that person now.

After cursing for a while to relieve his anger, Yan Junxing left directly. This place is not far from the place where the ice coffin is stored. With Feng Zhiyuan's ability, he will be able to detect the familiar aura as soon as he wakes up.

After all, that was the person he was thinking of, and he had been looking for him for countless days and nights.

The moonlight is empty, and the stars are like scattered pearls, refracting bursts of pine-like charm in Nagano, smooth and thick, like flowing moonlight and fine sand.

The cool dew brushed against the side of his face in the wind, Feng Zhiyuan opened his eyes suddenly, and woke up from the endless fragments of memory, he covered his heart, and took a long while to relieve the scorching pain gushing out there .

The blood in the body seemed to be burning, and a wave of air gushed out from the Dantian Lingfu, sweeping away the aimlessly scurrying heat in the body, suppressing the pain in the heart.

Then huge spiritual power flowed into the meridians.

This severe pain came suddenly, but it was somewhat familiar. The power of the two parties was the same as what he felt after the competition on Wuji Mountain before.It's just that it was more violent that time, directly causing him to faint, but this time, as if blocked by something, the two conflicting forces were pulled, and the almost gentle contact wiped away.

The abnormal fluctuation of spiritual power reminded Feng Zhiyuan of what Jin Yaoshi had said, that there was a seal in his body, suppressing the ailments he had been carrying since he was born.

Now, the seal is gone.

Feng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, and his displeasure seemed to flow down his eyelashes. After the discomfort in his body eased, he looked around. Needless to say, this place is obviously not the deep mountain and old forest he went to.

He still remembered the scene he saw before he lost consciousness. Who set up the illusion, and what conspiracy was there?

Whether he wants to admit it or not, when he guessed whether he was the same person as Feng Zhiyuan in ancient times, what he feared most was not that he was really Feng Zhiyuan, but whether Fu Siqian was the real owner of Yinsu. The famous God of War in the North Sea.

——He was also the one who cut Feng Zhiyuan, the head of the chaotic world, into Liuhuoyuan with a single sword.

Can control the power that destroys the sky and the earth in the sun, and can also carry the thunder that almost destroys the entire world with his own strength, and even the silent "Duoshe" Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable, with his flesh and mortal body Casting out the magic circle of death...too many things have increased the possibility that Fu Siqian is the God of War in the North Sea.

Now there is no need to doubt anymore, everything is laid out in front of him.

At the angle where the illusion suddenly turned, Fu Siqian holding a sword was clearly reflected in his eyes.

At the same time, it also exposed his other luck - he is Feng Zhiyuan.

When the lover becomes the enemy, it is easy to explain the indescribable complex emotions that I used to have. The contradictory feelings come from the experience, the past between him and Fu Siqian.

Even in his previous life, he liked Fu Siqian so much, he liked Fu Siqian so much that he held out his heart, so that when Fu Siqian stabbed him with a sword, he would be so surprised and unbelievable.

It is also because of this that when he is attracted again, deep trembling and uneasiness arise from the depths of his soul.

I want to touch and get closer, but I dare not.

What he thought was a complicated contradiction, he attributed it to the end, but it was just a sentence: once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of well ropes.

As the pain in his body disappeared, more pictures appeared in Feng Zhiyuan's mind, about his previous life, about him and Fu Siqian.

This made him feel a little complicated, and the details of the memory fragments were enough to prove that he was indeed the devil in the world, Feng Zhiyuan, and that Fu Siqian was indeed the God of War in the North Sea.

They should be undying enemies.

No matter past life or present life.

Today's Feng Zhiyuan is not the Feng Zhiyuan at that time, his innocence has long been soaked in the darkness of the world, he is no longer a person who either loves or hates, and plunges headlong into the affairs of the world.

Jumping out of emotion, he was more unhappy, no matter what kind of deep hatred he had with Fu Siqian, he didn't like to know everything under the influence of other people's calculations.

In other words, compared to Fu Siqian, he wanted to take revenge on the person who reminded him of everything and sent him here.

The physical induction became more and more obvious, and Feng Zhiyuan could conclude that Fu Siqian was not far away without even using his spiritual power to investigate.

This is a play arranged by the people behind the scenes long ago.

Both he and Fu Sigan are actors.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't want anyone to succeed, although he really wanted to fight Fu Sigan at this time, not for anything else, but for the indifference of that person when he stabbed him in the previous life.

There was no wave in those eyes, as if what was killed was just a stranger.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't want to be a stranger to Fu Siqian.

The stars are hidden, the first quarter moon hangs upside down on the edge of the night, a waterfall of the Milky Way seems to pour into the world, floating and sinking among the waves of pines, the world is silent, only the rustling sound of forest leaves flapping each other.

It's like a drunken man's dream, and it's like a fool's thoughts when he rushes to a pool of water to pick it up.

Feng Zhiyuan walked among the pine waves, soaked in the new dew of the midnight, and came on the wind. Finally, when the night was full, he found the place where the brilliance gathered—the ice coffin flowing with the twilight like broken jade.

With his heart and mind.

Midnight intersects, just when the clock is turning.

It is the beginning of a new day and the end of an old night.

Fu Siqian opened his eyes and slapped the top of his head with a palm. The pale golden spiritual power was like a tsunami, splitting the lid of the ice coffin in the blink of an eye. He sat up in the coffin and glanced around indifferently.

Then, suddenly stopped.

It wasn't until the person leaning on the tree trunk smiled faintly and approached slowly, that Fu Siqian found his voice and said, "Xiao Yuan'er..."

Feng Zhiyuan's expression froze, his left foot mixed with his right foot, and he threw himself directly onto the ice coffin, and raised his head to meet Fu Sigan's face.

The divine soul that was intangible before, now finally sees the reality that can be touched.

Fu Siqian's face was full of affection and righteousness, and he broke his power in an instant, and the unstoppable rogue energy rushed to Tianling Gai, without thinking about the words, he just threw out a sentence: "Thinking of me so much, can't help but throw yourself into your arms? "

The heavy atmosphere of the long-lost reunion immediately dissipated, Feng Zhiyuan felt that he had spent so much effort to find this person a few days ago, it was purely out of his mind.

They should be enemies more than lovers.

Fu Siqian didn't know what Feng Zhiyuan was thinking at all, the feelings in his heart were superimposed from two lifetimes, when he saw Feng Zhiyuan again at this moment, the joy would be filled directly from the tip of his heart.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, the strength was so heavy that Feng Zhiyuan frowned uncomfortably, Fu Siqian leaned down in the ice coffin, and kissed the reddened place: "Xiao Yuan'er, My little Yuan'er."

The sighing voice was hoarse and dry, and it had been a long time since he opened his mouth, and the words he said seemed to carry the emotions that had settled down over the years, deep and heavy, brushing his ears and smashing into his heart.

Those lips were too hot, so hot that Feng Zhiyuan's eyelids trembled, and even his heart began to tremble.

He was too easily seduced by this man, all he needed was a kiss.

Feng Zhiyuan was so annoyed in his heart that he cursed himself who was easily seduced by this person, and then turned his head away to avoid Fu Siqian's kiss that was about to fall on his lips.

Fu Siqian raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were dark, and under the moonlight, they looked transparent and bright: "Baby?"

Feng Zhiyuan turned over and entered the ice coffin, pinched Fu Siqian by the collar, pushed him down, and sneered: "Get settled?"

Fu Siqian's heart skipped a beat, and the charming color in his eyes instantly faded away. Seeing the person sitting on him swallowed his saliva, his brain froze, he patted the ice coffin and asked, "Do you want to come and lie down together?" ?”

Don't be afraid of hooligans who are shameless, but afraid of hooligans who are shameless.

Just like when a scholar meets a soldier, Feng Zhiyuan's brain crashes, and all his thoughts go away. He looks at the person below him, and he doesn't think of what he wants to say for a while.

Fu Sigan, shameless!

Earlier, he also said that Yan Junxing could rank first in the Billboard, Fu Siqian thought for himself, and felt that the title of the third son should probably be given to him.

What face does the old rascal want?Thick-skinned enough not to be beaten by his wife!

Taking advantage of Feng Zhiyuan's stunned time, Fu Sigan grabbed his waist, moved upwards, rubbed the back of his neck and pressed down, and directly pressed him into his arms, chest to chest, face to face.

Compared with the coffins in the market, this ice coffin can be called luxurious, and it is more than enough for two people to lie side by side.

As soon as the old hooligan turned over, he pushed the person down, put his elbows on the side of Feng Zhiyuan's face, and called hoarsely: "Baby, Qingqing, Xiaoqing, Xiaoyuan..."

After shouting all the titles that were arranged before, Feng Zhiyuan's face was already stained with crimson, Fu Siqian smiled, leaned into his ear, and added in a low voice: "I love you."

To coax people, wouldn't it be good if the love words are in place?

Fu Siqian looked at Feng Zhiyuan with a flushed face and licked his lips. Look, it's time to coax him. After the night passed, no matter how angry he was, he was full of ambition. If he had a tail, he would be happy now. It is specified that the shake is extraordinarily real.

Fu Siqian was just about to hit the iron while the iron was hot to ask for a tender and tender kiss, but the next second, he was kicked out of the ice coffin by the blushing Feng Zhiyuan.

The author has something to say: Attention cuties, sweet words cannot be trusted!The mouth of an old rascal, a deceitful ghost!

In addition, I would like to thank Mr. Fu for showing us the mistakes and deceiving others, and I hope everyone can learn from them.