Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

He was a drunken man, the corners of his eyes were reddened by strong wine, and his murmur was like a murderous knife.

One hit kill.

Fu Siqian froze immediately, as if he had been immersed in a cold pool, his blood was completely cold, and continuous coldness leaked from the cracks in his bones.

Does he know?

There was a lot of noise on the table, and no one noticed this side. The wine glasses, bamboo chopsticks collided, and there was a very pyrotechnic sound.

Feng Zhiyuan's voice was very soft, and after saying this, he closed his eyelids and fell into his arms, falling into a big dream of burning alcohol.

The world of mortals is cut into two halves, the half is where Feng Zhiyuan is, where there are hot spirits and boiling affection, which is what he longs for and longs for.

The other half is where he is. On the [-]th, on the icy cold peak of Baizhang, a blizzard suddenly came up, and it fell on his head and face, taking away all the temperature without leaving a trace of residual heat.

Fu Siqian felt like falling into an ice cellar, his fingers holding the cup trembled slightly, and panic spread from the bottom of his heart. Before he found out the truth about the Battle of Fengyuan in his previous life, all his words came from conjectures and lacked confidence.

He was afraid of hearing the questioning tone, and even more afraid that Feng Zhiyuan would not believe him.

The dishes are put on the table one by one. This place is indeed the largest restaurant in the city. The dishes are exquisite and full of color and fragrance. Yes, just right for tasting.

Feng Zhiyuan drank the wine too fast, burning his throat and burning his sorrows from the strong wine, he made himself drunk and couldn't enjoy it.

Fu Si stopped his cup and tossed his chopsticks, and was so disturbed by the flirty question that he didn't even have the mood to try it.

Qu Guizhu introduced the dishes on the banquet to Yinsu one by one, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Siqian's face was stunned, his eyes moved down, and the only thing he saw was Feng Zhiyuan's flushed face, not Xia Sesan Incomparable.

She saw the white-haired man lower his head and stare at the person in his arms almost reverently, a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: Love is deep and lifeless, lest lovesickness will not be able to figure it out.

I can't remember which play mentioned the libretto, she has been wandering half her life and still can't understand the meaning, but at this moment it suddenly dawned on her, as if she understood a little bit.

The way of a cultivator lies in cultivating the heart, and the way is ruthless, so those who cut off love and righteousness will get twice the result with half the effort.

The world of mortals is misty, and the wind and the moon are in the same sky. They are all people who have achieved the Tao, and none of them have achieved the Tao.

Fu Siqian didn't intend to eat and drink with them any more, bent down to pick up Feng Zhiyuan and went out, they asked for a private room in the restaurant, once the door was closed, except for the occasional serving of food and drinks, no one would be attracted to any noise attention.

"He's drunk, I'll take him back to rest."

Fu Siqian thought for a while, and left such a sentence before going out. For him, this was a very face-saving confession.

The chatting and laughing in the box stopped abruptly, and after Fu Siqian left with Feng Zhiyuan, it suddenly became lively again.

It's like pouring a ladle of water into boiling hot oil, and it's crackling non-stop, even a piece of oil splashed out, and it hasn't cooled down for a long time.

Yan Fangshi is probably the person who is most happy to see this kind of scene. He has a close friendship with Feng Zhiyuan, and he put aside his status as a subordinate. He very much hopes that the other party will wake up from a tree with a crooked neck that was struck to death by lightning, and not put himself My whole life has been hung on that dead tree, so it would be great to change another tree.

He expected so much in his heart, but he also felt that it would be difficult to change a tree due to Feng Zhiyuan's personality. Unexpectedly, when the other party went out for a trip, he not only changed, but also changed to a good tree, but it looked a bit awkward.

Jiang Jiulan glanced at Yan Fang very calmly, and said with deep meaning: "Master Mozun is not a person who will change his mind easily."

She was sensitive and careful, and quickly pulled out her thoughts from the shock at the first sight, and began to rationally analyze what happened.

The lively atmosphere that had just started suddenly stopped, and the four of them looked at each other in blank dismay.

Qu Guizhu felt a little strange, and quickly asked Yin Su, "Do you know that white-haired man?"

At that time on the mountain, what Yin Su blurted out was obviously that he had seen the man before, and Feng Zhiyuan was not surprised by this at all, it only showed one thing: Feng Zhiyuan was present when Yin Su met the man.

But how is this possible, how long has this dragon followed Feng Zhiyuan?

To be able to manage the huge Yanhua Building, Yan Fangshi's brain is not just a display. After listening to Qu Guizhu's question, he immediately realized what he had missed, and at the same time, a very outrageous guess appeared in his heart.

Yin Su didn't know why, so he nodded blankly. He had met him once, and the man even gave him two luminous pearls, so he should be regarded as an acquaintance.

Yan Fangshi hurriedly asked: "When did you meet him? Where did you meet him? Do you know who he is?"

Combined with the time when Yin Su appeared beside Feng Zhiyuan, the more he asked, the more frightened he became, and he felt that he had almost guessed the answer.

Yin Su didn't know why, so he stared at him blankly, swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied one by one: "I saw him in the Hundred Scenes of the Pagoda, he was with the master, he was the master's friend, and now he should be regarded as the master's wife." ?”

The picture of the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha, the Qiwu Villa, Zhaoyuan Xianzun... The case has been solved.

Jiang Jiulan nodded: "I see."

Yan Fangshi remained silent, his expression turned from suddenly enlightened to bewildered, and finally returned to calm.

Jiang Jiu'an couldn't understand their charades and was at a loss: "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

"It means that the lord has found Zhaoyuan Xianzun." The shock in Qu Guizhu's eyes did not fade away, and he added with a complicated expression to Jiang Jiu'an and Yin Su who were also staring at the unknown, "Just now, the white-haired The man Zhaoyuan Xianzun."

"Snapped!"

It was the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground.

"Crack!"

It was the sound of a wine glass falling to the ground.

……

Among them, Yin Su was the one who reacted the most. He stood up abruptly, with a look of disbelief on his face: "That little boy is Deng Tuzi?!"

Jiang Jiulan sighed silently, a disciple, a little boy, this Yinsu is really someone her sister still calls him.

Yan Fang had come to his senses at this moment, calmly pulled Yin Su down who was about to rush out, and asked, "Why are you going? Could it be that you want to disturb those two people?"

Yin Su blinked: "How do you know?"

"It's true to say that you are a stupid dragon." Qu Guizhu supported his forehead with a painful head, "Why did you go to them? Could it be that you want to fight with the immortal? Can you beat him?"

The series of three questions stopped Yin Su, he really wanted to fight, but what Qu Guizhu said was right, he couldn't beat that person.

His Qinglong clan is a fighting nation, it's fine if he can't beat his master, but he can't even beat a human being, it's a shame for him all his life!

Jiang Jiu'an thought belatedly: "If the man just now was Zhaoyuan Xianzun, he was not struck to death by lightning, but he took away someone else?"

Hearing this, Yan Fangshi frowned: "The art of seizing the house is sinister, if he is really seizing the house..."

Next, a group of people couldn't take care of food, so they discussed for several hours about the seizure of the house.

Fu Siqian, who left early, took Feng Zhiyuan back to the inn. Yan Fangshi did not expect Feng Zhiyuan to bring someone over, so he only prepared a room, but it was exactly what Fu Siqian wanted.

Walking all the way back, Fu Siqian had already straightened things out. Feng Zhiyuan's words after being drunk would never be nonsense. There are two possibilities. One is that Feng Zhiyuan already knew what happened in his previous life, and the other is that Although he didn't know it, there were already signs of recovering the memory of his previous life.

Fu Siqian tended to the latter, if Feng Zhiyuan knew about it, he probably wouldn't stop asking him.

The sudden incident broke Fu Siqian's Xutuzhi plan, and he realized that the truth about the past life must not be delayed any longer, and must be found out immediately.

Wuji Mountain and his party must not be delayed.

The wine in that restaurant was really strong, and it burned Feng Zhiyuan's cheeks rosy. As soon as Fu Sigan put him on the bed, he turned over on his own. , his lips parted slightly, and he breathed out the acrid smell of alcohol.

The strongest wine can make the most coquettish flowers bloom, one intoxicating and the other alluring.

Fu Siqian was worried in his heart, and he had no intention of admiring the alluring and intoxicating beauty. He knelt on one knee in front of the bed, stared at the face of the person on the bed, and did not make any other movements for a long time.

At first glance, it was midnight.

In the middle of the night, Feng Zhiyuan woke up in a daze, and he didn't use his spiritual power to resist the smell of alcohol when he was drinking. After these few hours, his body had already eliminated the smell of alcohol automatically.

His head hurt a little, and when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of deep eyes.

The cultivator's night vision ability is also excellent. Although the room is not lit, he can see clearly. Fu Siqian's eyes are calm and full of emotion, which makes him not clear for a while whether it is in the brewery's dream or in reality.

"Sigan?" His voice was hoarse after being burned by alcohol, and his voice was slightly dry.

Fu Siqian held his hand, closed his eyes in the night, and replied softly: "I am here."

Feng Zhiyuan came back to his senses in an instant, and pulled him onto the bed: "Why don't you come up? And don't you light the lamp?"

I was fascinated by watching, and forgot to use spiritual power to protect my body. After kneeling in the middle of the night, my legs became numb, and I felt a swollen pain from my knees. When Feng Zhiyuan pulled, he fell onto the bed. A whisper leaked out.

"what happened?"

Feng Zhiyuan hurriedly asked, with a wrong fingertip, immediately a cluster of sparks lit up the bed.

He saw a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Feng Zhiyuan was startled, thinking of something, he immediately jumped up, pushed him on the couch, pulled off Fu Siqian's shirt, and continued to pull the pants underneath.

Fu Siqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, quickly blocked his hand, and said jokingly: "In the middle of the night, lonely and widowed, Xiao Yuan'er wants to play hooligan?"

Feng Zhiyuan's head buzzed, but he was still thinking about what Fu Siqian yelled just now, and he didn't have the time to joke with him for a while, so he said calmly, "Let me see your legs."

He couldn't have heard it wrong, Fu Siqian's eyes, and his hidden legs.

This man is hiding something from him.

"Are you obediently cooperating, or do you want me to do it?" Feng Zhiyuan said seriously.

Fu Siqian was lying on the bed, and raised his eyes in surprise when he heard the words: "So baby, you like the overlord to force his bow?"

Feng Zhiyuan: "..."

Fu Siqian stretched out his arms to hold his hand, and said with a smile: "It's not impossible, if you like, I can cooperate, do you need me to call twice?"

Feng Zhiyuan took a deep breath: "...you need to take off your clothes."

Fu Sigan was caught off guard by the anti-general, but he reacted quickly, and then slowly untied his coat, paused for a while around the belt with his long fingers, and curled his lips to look at Feng Zhiyuan: "Take it off like this, baby Are you satisfied?"

Fu Sigan had a face like cold jade and shattered snow, making such movements, as if the cold jade had cracked and the frozen snow had just melted, which was even more attractive.

Feng Zhiyuan took a breath, pressed his hand, and stopped him from continuing: "Put these matters on the day you and I get married, don't try to change the subject, what happened to your leg?"

If you can't hide it like this, then you really can't hide it anymore. He can never refuse what Feng Zhiyuan is determined to do.

Fu Siqian sat up and touched Feng Zhiyuan's face: "It's okay to feel sorry for me, don't cry."

In the memory of his previous life, Feng Zhiyuan's character was not as cold and hard as he is now. He was lively and playful, and would hide and cry when he was wronged. In Fu Siqian's impression, this person was just a little crying bag.

Feng Zhiyuan snorted, euphemistically expressing his disdain for these words.

His legs were bruised and purple due to the lack of blood circulation due to kneeling for too long, but Fu Sigan's skin was white, so he looked very serious and had a horrible smell.

Feng Zhiyuan pressed on the bruised part, and Fu Siqian gasped suddenly. After his leg went numb, it felt like a pinprick, which was really sour.

This sound scared Feng Zhiyuan enough, he immediately moved his hand away: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little numb." Fu Sigan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing Feng Zhiyuan staring at his leg without speaking, he squeezed his hand, pretending to be surprised, "Could it be true that you're crying?"

Feng Zhiyuan gave him an annoyed look: "Be honest, how did this happen?"

Fu Siqian sighed faintly: "Knelt out."

Feng Zhiyuan: "???"

Co-author, were you kneeling in front of the bed just now?What's wrong with not sleeping and kneeling in front of the bed in the middle of the night?

Feng Zhiyuan raised his hand to press his forehead, and drew a little spiritual power from his warm palm, trying to enter Fu Siqian's body to investigate. Could it be that there is something wrong with this person's mind?

Fu Siqian only felt helpless, but did not stop him. He let go of his spiritual sense to accept his spiritual power, seemingly unintentionally said: "Baby, if I'm sorry for you, do you think it's useful to kneel down?"

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyelids: "Are you sorry for me?"

Fu Siqian: "That's all I'm asking."

Feng Zhiyuan snorted and laughed: "Then are you going to apologize to me?"

"How can I?" Fu Siqian quickly begged for mercy, "How dare I feel sorry for you, my baby, you are too late."

Feng Zhiyuan didn't answer, the hand that was taken from his forehead fell to his lap again, and he rubbed it lightly with spiritual power.

The heat poured in suddenly, the pinprick feeling subsided a little, replaced by numbness, Fu Siqian controlled his urge to pull back his legs, and drew a strand of Feng Zhiyuan's black hair scattered on his shoulders to divert his attention .

"Other people bullied me, humiliated me, and betrayed me. I have to get it back ten times and a hundred times. If kneeling is useful, the hall of the Demon Palace is already full of people kneeling. Who can say that I am ruthless?"

Feng Zhiyuan didn't move his hands until the bruises on his legs were rubbed away.

Fu Siqian's heart kept sinking because of what he said just now, and he kept quiet all the time, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

Feng Zhiyuan freed the lock of hair, then stuffed his fingers into Fu Siqian's hands, scratched his palm: "That's someone else, I can't bear to treat you, I will always soften my heart, if you are sorry for me, you might not even kneel down." Don't kneel."

Fu Siqian's heart was agitated, if not for his rationality, he would probably tell the whole story of his previous life now.

He can be impulsive in anything, but this is not the only thing.

Feng Zhiyuan let go of the alcohol, and after talking so much, he was sleepy again, and yawned: "It's still early, sleep a little longer?"

Fu Siqian was so moved that he pulled him into his arms with his hands. He lay down on the bed and covered him with the quilt. Fu Siqian kissed him on the eyelids: "Sleep."

In the middle of the night, there was only a faint murmur coming from the tent, and the faint smell of alcohol dissipated, forming a beautiful scenery in the room.

The wind is clear and the moon is bright, have a good dream.

The next morning, Feng Zhiyuan woke up first. The warm little stove in his arms was gone. Fu Siqian opened his eyes and saw Feng Zhiyuan scratching his leg to check the bruise. Deal with something tricky.

"Why do you wake up so early?"

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhiyuan turned his head to look over: "Yesterday I slept too much and woke up early with a headache. The wine was too strong."

Fu Sigan lifted his robe and rubbed his temples: "Don't drink in such a hurry from now on, forget it, you'd better stop drinking."

Feng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes in comfort: "That can't be done, I have to drink."

"What to drink, if you say you are not allowed to drink, you are not allowed to drink!" Fu Siqian pinched his face, and said in a serious tone, "Is it comfortable to drink until you get a headache?"

Feng Zhiyuan didn't let go, he sneered, and when he saw Fu Sigan's dark face, he asked joyfully, "In the future, when we get married, do you want to drink or not?"

Fu Sigan choked, and changed his words resentfully: "Then only drink this cup, don't think about anything else."

He looked like a housekeeper, Feng Zhiyuan immediately remembered what was written in the scripture book, and immediately smiled blindly: "It's all up to you."

After tidying up and washing up briefly, the two of them rushed to Mount Wuji with their swords in hand. The journey was far away, and if they were not in a hurry, they would stop and go and walk for several days.

When it was half a day away from Wuji Mountain, the two of them took a rest in the city. Compared with not eating for a long time after Bigu, Fu Siqian likes to eat something with fireworks every now and then, and he dragged Feng Zhiyuan away as soon as he landed Restaurants in the city.

There was no private room in this restaurant, the lobby was noisy, and there was a table in the center, and an old gentleman was invited to tell a story. Fu Siqian ordered the names of dishes he was interested in, and finally ordered a pot of tea.

Feng Zhiyuan likes reading messy scripts and listening to books, so he took Fu Sigan to the empty table in the middle and sat down.Before they set off, they used the disguise formula on their faces. In the eyes of others, they looked ordinary, and they didn't attract too much attention when they sat in the most conspicuous position.

"In the Battle of Changlan nearly a hundred years ago, the good and the evil worlds worked together to defeat the conscienceless War Demon—"

The old man was cadenced, and Feng Zhiyuan was getting excited when he heard it, but he was caught off guard. He looked up and saw the old man laying motionless on the table, out of breath.

The author has something to say: Fu Bao: My baby, you are too late.

President Feng: I can't bear to part with you, I will always soften my heart.

Final Thoughts

Your Fu Bao is a boy who can talk about love.

Your President Feng is also a boy who can talk about love.

I always forget the one-click thank you button, and there seems to be more nutrient solution. Anyway, thank you for your irrigation!

感谢在2020-11-2017:36:44~2020-11-2100:08:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 5 little fairy daughter;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!