Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

The whip seemed to have its own consciousness, and it kept tightening with tormenting malice.

The pain and panic were superimposed, and the proprietress was so frightened that she forgot to exclaim, until her body hit the wall, and she cried out in pain.

She raised her eyes shyly, and saw a pair of black boots embroidered with dark patterns, and a black hem on top.

Something flashed through her blank mind, the woman suddenly raised her head, her pupils constricted.

This little brother has been quiet ever since he followed his brother into the inn, without even saying a word, but now he is fighting her...

The proprietress grunted in pain, her eyes filled with tears.

Duan Lin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he withdrew his whip.

The proprietress immediately sat down on the ground limply, rubbed her waist, and it took a long time to recover, and said angrily, "Young master treats me like a woman like this, it's out of grace."

Duan Lin's eyes were like stagnant water, "What were you doing just now?"

Realizing the reason, the fear in the proprietress' heart was halved.

She got up from the ground and wiped the cold sweat from the shock with a veil, "What can I do, I just want to ask your brother if there is anything else I need."

With a flick of Duan Lin's wrist, the whip hanging on the ground returned to his hand and rolled up.

He asked, "What would you like to need?"

The boy's eyes were gloomy, making one's heart chill.

The landlady's smile was stiff, and after a second thought, she felt that it was too embarrassing to be frightened by a brat.

She flicked the handkerchief and stuffed it into her belt, "Why do you ask so much, kid? Let me ask you, is there any marriage in your brother's family?"

Duan Lin suddenly chuckled, "If not, what do you think?"

The proprietress' thoughts were written all over her face.

The young man couldn't help but ask, "Want to be my sister-in-law?"

The proprietress smiled shyly, why is this kid so smart, she was about to praise her a few words, when she got close to the condom, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck.

The whip that was clearly held by the young man climbed onto her neck at some point!

Duan Lin watched the woman struggling calmly, and frowned in disgust, "Your existence has stained his eyes, and you dare to think about other things."

The proprietress was so strangled that she couldn't speak, she rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, she was about to die.

"Duan Rin!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Duan Lin mobilized his spiritual energy, retracted the whip, and turned back, "Why did Master come out?"

If you don't come out, something big will happen if you don't come out!

After taking a good bath, he suddenly sensed the devilish energy, so frightened that he almost forgot to put on his pants and ran out naked.

The woman leaning against the wall was limp, her breath was disordered, and her clothes...the clothes were also quite messy.

Fang Zhuo's mind turned and he lost his mind.

He was heartbroken, "Although you have grown up a lot now, these things between men and women..."

It's not impossible.

In this era, some sons of local tyrants have had housemates since they were fourteen or fifteen years old.

As far as Duan Lin's current state is concerned, the mental age is uncertain, but the biological age is definitely enough.

Fang Zhuo felt chilled in his heart, "Brother Ah San, isn't this the world of danmei? Isn't the protagonist supposed to be gay?"

Although the feelings have been taken away, every world before has wanted to be with him, and he has always thought so since this world.

Now my husband has suddenly changed his sexual orientation, and he is gone. It would be a lie to say that I don’t feel heartbroken.

233, "Yeah, so don't make up your mind."

Fang Zhuo's gloomy eyes, like a small light bulb, suddenly lit up.

It was the first time Duan Rin saw such vivid emotions in Master's eyes, he was stunned, and that lifeless face seemed to become more attractive.

He hurriedly lowered his eyes, and said in a accusing tone, "She just watched you take a shower."

After finishing speaking, he quietly touched the woman's skirt with a whip in warning.

The proprietress trembled, her face turned pale, "Young master, please forgive me, I will never dare again, please forgive me, young master."

When going out, Fang Zhuo's face is an ordinary scholar's face.

Ordinary people, or those whose cultivation level is lower than his, can't see his true face at all.

Who would have thought that even the face of a scholar is so attractive, Fang Zhuo is a little proud, "Temperament, it's all because of good temperament."

233 has nothing to say, treat him like an idiot.

Fang Zhuo looked at the woman with pale face, "If there is another time, I will goug your eyes out."

The proprietress rolled her eyes and fainted to the ground.

One big and one small, stepped over her, and when passing the corner of the corridor, Fang Zhuo stopped suddenly.

Before, he thought that only when his life was threatened, the demonic energy would be released, but now it seems that is not the case.

In just two hours, the devilish energy on the little kid's body rose twice, and each time was related to emotions.

Washing the essence and cutting the marrow before may have completely awakened the demon species. How to hide and restrain the demon energy usually depends on the cultivation of mind.

If you have a big temper, you will be haunted by demonic energy every minute, scaring you to death.

With his hands behind his back, Fang Zhuo looked down at the young man who was a head shorter than himself, "Do you know that the devilish energy in your body has permeated the entire inn the moment you wanted to kill?"

Duan Rin pursed his lips, "I know I was wrong."

Fang Zhuo sighed maturely, "Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. You have never done anything harmful to the world, but once people know that you are carrying the demon seed, you will become the target of public criticism."

"Some people are afraid that you will not be able to control the demon seed in the future and cause harm to the common people, while others are because of coveting and greed."

He looked up and down the stairs, feeling a little vicissitudes, "Master can't protect you all the time, if you don't want to die, you only have one way."

"Learn to control your emotions, suppress the devilish energy, and when you can refine it one day, no one in this world can do anything to you."

The boy clenched his fists tightly, bloodshot eyes crawled up, obviously he had listened.

Fang Zhuo is relieved that this child is reassuring.

Then patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Go to sleep, we have to hurry tomorrow."

The bathtub in the house has been taken away, but the humidity in the air has not faded away.

Fang Zhuo lifted the quilt, "Come here, lie down."

Duan Lin was so cautious that he was almost at the same level.

Waiting for someone to get under the quilt, Fang Zhuo thoughtfully tucked the quilt up for the boy, and lay down next to him, while he himself only covered himself with a corner of the quilt.

Fang Zhuo lay on the bed for half an hour, and after making sure that the breathing around him was stable, he closed his eyes and said to the system, "Can the part between Duan Lin and the proprietress be played back?"

233 was a little surprised, "You don't believe him?"

Fang Zhuo snorted, "When we passed by, the proprietress was strangled until she rolled her eyes, that child was too ruthless."

233 was silent, "Just a moment."

It took only one breath, and the little movie started, but unfortunately there was no popcorn, hey.

This short movie is the shortest that Fang Zhuo has ever seen, less than 5 minutes, but the content made him short of breath and his scalp tingled.

"This kind of mentality can't be controlled at the age of 15, at least twenty." The threatening vigor and warning are completely adult.

It is impossible for a person to mature prematurely like this.

Fang Zhuo panicked, "Brother Ah San, was Duan Lin really only ten years old when he entered the sect?"

233 said, "The student's information is directly extracted from the human body's memory, and it is impossible to make mistakes."

Fang Zhuo had a brain hole, "Could it be that his infancy is longer than ordinary people? Or, his memory has been tampered with by himself or others?"

Not to mention other things, just why the demon species appeared on Duan Lin is a long-standing problem.

That is not an ordinary treasure of heaven, material and earth, but a big killer that contains endless magic energy.

Why would such a treasure, the only treasure in the world, choose to live on an ordinary baby without any spiritual power or foundation?

Everything happens for a reason, and he doesn't believe in random selection.

The more he thought about it, the more he got a headache, Fang Zhuo felt his mind was muddled.

The system is even more incomprehensible. In his program settings, there is no command to think about complex problems.

He could only say dryly, "Go to sleep if you can't figure it out, tomorrow you have to deal with the demon cultivator."

That's right, tomorrow I have to fight monsters and beat people to grab skills, so I have to keep up my energy.

Fang Zhuo, it’s hard to say anything else, the quality of sleep is absolutely excellent, within three or four seconds, he fell asleep like a dead pig.

In the darkness, Duan Lin suddenly opened his eyes.

He gently turned over and lay on his side, quietly staring at the man's side face, and didn't close his eyes until dawn.

Before dawn the next day, there was a loud cock crowing in the house.

Fang Zhuo grabbed his silly son who was bouncing around, stuffed him under the quilt, and covered him tightly.

Duan Lin got out of bed lightly, and Xiao Er had already put hot water at the door, with a clean veil beside the basin.

He stared at the basin and thought about it, then bent down and took it in.

Fang Zhuo squinted for a while, then sat up while rubbing the fluffy chicken cub, "Is there any hot water?"

Duan Lin handed him the wet handkerchief.

Touching the warm handkerchief, Fang Zhuo was completely awake, raised his hand to cover his face, and wiped it again.

Although cultivating immortals has reached a certain level, many trivial things in life can be omitted, but Fang Zhuo feels that he can't lose things that are a bit enjoyable, such as taking a bath and washing his face.

He threw the handkerchief back into the basin in the air, resisting the image and not stretching himself.

It wasn't until the boy left with the basin that he twisted his neck and kicked his legs, and his limp body finally relaxed.

"Brother Ah San, how many demon cultivators are there outside the city?"

233 checked, "A dozen or so."

Demonic cultivators are similar to human cultivators. The bosses are all huddled on the mountain to practice, so how can they have free time to wander out.

The dozen or so outside the city are probably just small people.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his stiff face and set off.

When the proprietress downstairs saw the man coming down, her legs gave way, she hid under the counter, and kept winking with Xiao Er, telling him to send him away quickly.

Xiao Er said stupidly, "Aren't the two young masters staying in town for one more day? I don't think the weather is very good today, I'm afraid it will rain."

Fang Zhuo, "No, it's important to hurry."

He touched a few copper coins and threw them over as a thank you for his care.

Duan Lin followed closely behind the man, and when he stepped out the door, he suddenly turned his head and met the peeping eyes of the proprietress.

The proprietress didn't catch her breath and fainted again.

The coldness at the corner of Duan Lin's mouth disappeared completely the instant he turned his head.

Walking alone and experiencing so many cruelties and setbacks, this sudden warmth was, to him, a life-saving straw in the sea of ​​suffering.

The boy still doesn't understand why he hates the proprietress, but he already believes that the master belongs to him alone.

Others can't touch it, can't touch it, and he will bared his fangs and pounce on anyone who oversteps.

Fang Zhuo stepped on the dirt road, admiring the wild flowers on the side of the road, in a good mood, and suddenly sneezed.

Duan Lin stepped forward, "Master, do you feel cold?"

Fang Zhuo said, "It's not cold."

It just feels chilly, as if there is a cold wind blowing up from behind.

"Duan Rin." He slightly tilted his head and looked behind, "Hurry up."

You are always falling behind, which makes Teacher very uneasy, always worried that you will suddenly rush up and stab me a few times.

Ever since he knew that the boy was a double-faced man, and his identity was becoming more and more confusing, Fang Zhuo began to feel restless.

"Brother Ah San, what should I do? I'm a little afraid of this kid."

"What's there to be afraid of."

"With a smile on his face and a knife hidden in his heart, everyone would be afraid of this kind of person."

233 sneered, "Your body has been tempered, with rough skin and thick flesh. With the protagonist's current level, you can't be killed."

As long as he doesn't want to, the brat really can't hurt him.

Not to mention rough skin and thick flesh, in case of any danger, he can also condense the spiritual power in his body into armor, and when the time comes, he will be invulnerable to swords and guns, whoever tries will know.

Without worries, the little apprentice in Fang Zhuo's eyes became cute and cute again.

This matter is getting more and more serious, but the roads outside the city are empty, and occasionally I see one or two, and their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen.

Fang Zhuo took advantage of the situation to help an uncle who staggered and fell, "Brother, is your injury okay?"

The uncle blinked his panda eyes and said with a sad face, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's important to escape."

Fang Zhuo, "What are you running for?"

Uncle, "There are bandits, all of them are vicious, with long knives and long swords in their hands, they scare everyone to death."

Fang Zhuo saw that the man was standing still, let go of his hand, and pressed the dick that was protruding out back into his sleeve.

"There is a fork in the road ahead, where did you come from?"

"There are bandits on the two forked roads." The uncle pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth, took a breath, and kindly advised, "Young master, listen to my advice, don't go, go back to the town for a while."

Fang Zhuo, "Thank you for your advice."

He looked back at the quiet little apprentice, "Let's go."

The uncle looked at the scholar in fluttering white clothes, and the half-grown kid in black, and shook his head, how can a young man be a fool.

After the road out of the city forks, it has to pass through a forest.

This place is suitable for ambushes, but also suitable for beating people.

Fang Zhuo rummaged through the storage bag and found a mask,

Because the original owner was good-looking, he was always molested by men and women when he first built the foundation and went down the mountain to practice. He went to the blacksmith's shop in a fit of anger and put on a silver mask.

Fang Zhuo put on the mask, and took out the black triangle scarf prepared in advance from the storage bag.

He handed the hood to the boy, "Cover your face."

Duan Lin did as he did, only showing a pair of dark eyes outside.

The two continued to move forward, and when they reached thirty steps, there were rustling footsteps in the woods on both sides of the road.

A few black shadows flashed, blocking the way forward.

At the same time, the road behind him was blocked by seven or eight people.

The cultivation base of this group of people is no more than body training, and they haven't even produced their magic core yet.

Fang Zhuo didn't pay attention to the opponent's situation at all, and let go of the hidden coercion.

Before the dozen or so demon cultivators had time to speak out, they had already knelt down on the ground, their legs were so weak that they couldn't get up.

Everyone squatted in the small forest for many days, robbing and beating people every day, enjoying themselves, who knew that today they encountered a hard stubble.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the elder brother who took the lead kept kowtowing, "Excuse me, my master, I will have eyes but don't know Mount Tai..."

Fang Zhuo kicked over and stepped on the chest of the leading brother.

He leaned over and asked, "The two factions of humans and demons divide the border between Chu and Han, and have not communicated with each other for many years. What are you doing in this town?"

The leading brother is a coward. Before the enemy began to extract a confession, he couldn't wait to say, "We were ordered to find the demon species."

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, what a coincidence, I sent you the demon seed.

He exerted force on his feet, and almost crushed the breastbone of the leading brother, "Everyone knows that the Demon Seed is just a rumor. Let me ask again, what are you doing here?"

The brother below felt sorry for his elder brother, and shivered under the terrifying pressure, "There is an abyss in the realm of the demon cultivator. Below the abyss is a sea of ​​blood. It is rumored that this sea of ​​blood gave birth to the demon species."

"But just nine days ago, the sea of ​​blood dried up overnight, and there was a pile of bones underneath, and there was a monument."

nine days ago?It happened to be the time when Duan Lin took the marrow washing pill and grew taller.

Fang Zhuo put away his thoughts, frowned and asked, "What is engraved on it?"

According to the routine, there should be a prophecy engraved on the stone tablet, probably about who is present in the world, and which one is unified.

Little brother, "The heavenly demon is present, and the Three Realms are unified."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The main plot was guessed by him, that's how powerful it is.

Fang Zhuo's voice was cold, "Did you find it?"

The elder brother in the lead squeezed his five sense organs together in pain, and forcefully squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Officially because I couldn't find it, I didn't dare to go back and report back, so I nestled in the woods to pass the time."

You should know everything, and there is another thing, "Hand over the exercises."

When death was imminent, how could I dare to ask why, everyone searched randomly on the body, and threw it on the ground.

Fang Zhuo put away the exercises, and only said one word, "Get lost."

Sensing that the coercion of the master was restrained, a group of demon cultivators immediately hugged their knees obediently, and rolled along the official road in a hurry.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Duan Lin took off the veil and pulled down the man's sleeve, "Master, is it me they are looking for?"

It's you, it's you, it's you, little ancestor.

Fang Zhuo patted the boy's head, "It's okay, Master can protect you."

Duan Lin pursed his lips, suddenly licked the small drops of water on his lips, looked up at the sky, "Master, it's raining."

As soon as the words fell, the bean-heavy raindrops fell, getting denser and denser.

To attract attention, Fang Zhuo changed his cassock before leaving the inn this morning.

Now this set of clothes is just ordinary clothes, not waterproof, but within two to three minutes, it is wet and sticks tightly to the body.

But in order to maintain the character design, he had to walk quietly in the rain, Fang Zhuo was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

By the time they arrived at the nearby ruined temple, the master and apprentice had been drenched in the rain for almost half an hour.

Fang Zhuo built a fire with the broken door panels in the temple, snapped his fingers, and the fire ignited, illuminating the dim and dilapidated temple brightly.

He lowered his head and unbuttoned his clothes, ready to bake. He stamped his fingers and opened his eyes wide in horror, "Brother Ah San, I saw something on my chest."

233 didn't respond, "What?"

Fang Zhuo was afraid that his little apprentice would see him, so he turned his back, tore off his clothes and looked inside——

Fuck, the rose on my chest is blooming!

The location is very right, it happens to be the neighbor of his pink cherry.