Fast travel, death collection system

Cang Mianliu confirmed the system task again. He sat at the round table, his eyes were dark, his long hair was draped casually behind him, and two strands hung gracefully on his shoulders.

While thinking about it, the door was gently pushed open.

Cangmao stream was interrupted, and Heizi came in carrying the bathtub, outside was a thick layer of snow, it was already early December.

This medicinal bath has been soaked for a month. Since Cang Miaoliu was molested by Cang Mianliu for the first time, the man seemed to be very angry, except for cooking medicine and soup, he never appeared again. Cang Mianliu took the task. Urgent, I'm either sleeping or reading all day long, my body is not well enough now, and it's not time to resume exercise.

Having not seen Yixie for a month, Cang Moliu stretched out his hand for someone to stay when Heizi was arranged.

As he lowered his head and undressed, he asked, "What is Yixie doing recently, he seems very busy."

Heizi showed his big white teeth, his eyes sparkled, he scratched his head and said, "You said Mr. Yi... Hehe, er, Mr. seems to have gone to Hanyue Tower again."

His demeanor and movements are a little embarrassed, and he doesn't know what he is awkward about.

Cang Moliu sat across his legs into the water, his forehead and neck were sweating with pain immediately, his muscles in the water twitched eagerly, and he let out a breath after a while, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hanyue Tower, Where?"

Heizi faltered, and finally said under Cang Moliu's half-smiling gaze: "Okay, you're so masculine... Xiaowan..."

Cang Moliu stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip: "It's really interesting."

Now that the body has recovered, it is not bad to go to such a place.

Cang Liu hangs his neck and looks into the tub, soaked by the potion, the black poisonous substances are constantly squeezed out of his body, I still remember the first time, the tub turned into a thick black color, but now there is no how much.

It seems that the poison is almost gone.

After running the medicated bath, Cang Moliu washed himself in another bucket of bellflower water, and then changed into the prepared clothes.

The task of exploring the original owner's life experience has not yet the slightest clue. After all, Cang Mianliu was already six years old when he entered this body. Something that can be stretched.

Could it be related to the imperial decree ten years ago?

It's not that Cang Moliu was worrying too much, it's that the imperial decree came so abruptly that it didn't make any sense.If this is a clue...

Cang Moliu's right thumb gently rubbed against the knuckle of his index finger, his eyes were gentle.

Just a few steps out of the courtyard, Cang Moliu met Xuan Yan who came from Yanwu Hall.

Cang Moliu was holding the stove in his hands, and his clothes were layered on his chest, which was quite complicated. The nine layers of clothes on this person did not look bloated at all, but because of his thin body, he was tall and noble, spacious His cuffs were blown up by the cold wind, as if he was about to become a fairy in the next moment.

"Miao Liu, why did you come out? It's very cold outside." The senior brother came over, stretched out his hand and squeezed his still aching wrist, his hot palm almost scalded Cang Liu.

"Why don't you wear more!" Senior Brother reproachfully looked at Cang Liu, who stood facing the wind, "You haven't recovered from your illness, what are you doing here?"

Cang Moliu squinted his eyes and smiled viciously, leaned his chin on Wang Xuanyan's shoulder, and said in a whisper, "Go out and tease the cat."

Xuan Yan understood, and was really helpless to this junior brother: "Okay, pay attention to your body."

Cang Moliu blinked, and a smile finally appeared in his eyes.

When Cang Minliu walked into the Hanyue Building, it was a bit unexpected. The decoration inside was extremely elegant and there were no men with revealing clothes. Cang Minliu took a second look and understood that the owner of the Hanyue Building was a smart man. people.

Cang Moliu, a tall man standing in the inner hall, is very eye-catching, and there are few people dressed so complicatedly, so someone came up to greet him immediately.

"Is this your first time here, sir?"

Only then did Cang Moliu lower his eyes, see the person in front of him clearly, tilt his head slightly and smiled connotatively, stretched out his hand to pinch the person's chin and lifted him up: "Even the servant is beautiful."

Saying that he let go of the person, his expression became cold and hard, but there was still a gentle smile on his lips, his dark pupils turned slightly and he looked around, and he happened to see a figure, and pointed out: "That, but you are here. ?”

Coincidentally, the man who was pointed at by Cang Moliu turned his head, and the two looked at each other, they were both stunned, and the man came over with a smile.

"It's a coincidence that I met you here." The man had one hand behind his back and held a fan in the other, looking like a gentleman.

Cang Yanliu did see him here by accident, this person is not a good guy.

"It's really surprising. I didn't know that Mr. Qianchuan was in Dongyu City. If I knew about it earlier, I would have been the host." Cang Moliu said with a smile while holding the stove.

This man named Qian Chuan was originally from the Kong Kingdom. Qian Chuan was originally an official of the Kong Kingdom. Pass.

Qian Chuan saw that Cang Minliu's smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, and he didn't look like he had harmed him at all. He was secretly vigilant in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

"General Cang, you are being polite, how dare you bother me with such a lowly person?" Qian Chuan stabbed Cang Liu without pain.

Cang Moliu tilted his head, his hair hanging down his shoulders, squinting his eyes and smiling: "I have been friends with Qian Chuan for a long time, and it is quite a pleasure to meet Qian Chuan."

Qian Chuan felt his brain go numb and took a step back when the deep voice poured into his ears, but he didn't know that this person's behavior followed suit.

Cang Mianliu forced him to take a step back, but he still kept up with him two more steps, and he stopped moving forward, chuckling: "What's wrong?"

"Cang Moliu, why are you here?" A displeased cold shout suddenly sounded.

Cang Moliu's expression darkened instantly at this scolding cold shout, why, will the cat even forget its owner if it takes too long to untie the rope?

Cang Moliu only locked Qian Chuan with his eyes, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "You are indeed lucky."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of quick steps and gnashing of teeth behind him.

Cang Moliu stretched out his hand to grab it back and locked the man's hands, but he didn't respond to Yixie who was glaring at him angrily, instead he smiled casually and bit back: "What? You chased me here?"

When Yixie heard what this scumbag said, he felt that the vague hesitation in his heart this month was so ridiculous. He suppressed his irrational anger just now, pushed the person away, snorted coldly, and looked sarcastically.

Just a moment later, Qian Chuan, who was standing aside just now, was nowhere to be seen. Cang Moliu's eyes flicked slightly, and the place was unusually quiet.

He grabbed Yixie's arm, his voice softened, his eyes met Yixie who was about to break free, and he said: "I don't care what you do in this kind of place all day long, just don't be treated as a scapegoat." After finishing speaking, he sighed: "It's really stupid."

As soon as Yixie felt a touch of emotion in his heart, it was wiped out in an instant, and he opened his mouth to ridicule this person.

Cang Moliu ignored him, pulled him into his arms and jumped down from the second floor, and finally found the reason for the uncomfortable feeling from the moment he entered the Hanyue Tower.

The entire Hanyue Building was surrounded, and the two were tightly surrounded in the inner hall on the first floor.

Cang Moliu let out a snort, and a horrifying aura surrounded his body: "Qianchuan, taking refuge in Shiguo is the best thing you've ever done in your life." Qian Chuan looked down at the two of them like a cat catching mice.

"I didn't expect General Cang to be in such a mess in the past. It's my honor, Qianchuan." Cang Liuliu stuffed the stove in Yixie's hand, and touched Yixie's face with his warm hands.

Seeing that Cang Moliu didn't take him seriously at all, Qian Chuan was not annoyed, instead he started to be all Cang Moliu.

"General Cang is such a hero. The king of the time is a wise king through the ages. Why don't you abandon the dark and follow the light, general? With your ability, your official career is broad and bright." He said with a gentle smile, "If you entrust the evil to me ..."

Yixie's body froze, and the drooping head made it impossible to see his face clearly.

Cang Moliu raised his chin, hung his neck and whispered in his ear: "After today, you will forget about that day, but I, Cang Moliu, have not treated anyone as well as I want to treat you. Heh, what a wolf-hearted cat."

Yixie didn't know what happened, so she just felt dizzy, her head went blank, and when her body fell, she was buried in the snow outside.

He sat up from the icy snow in a daze, still holding the stove in his hand that had just been stuffed in by the green stream, he stared blankly at the snow slag all over his body, completely unaware of what happened.

Cang Moliu drank the antidote that increased internal strength for 60 years in one gulp, tilted his neck, his spine made a crisp bone sound, and pulled out a dagger from his arms.

He evoked a wanton smile: "Let me see how powerful this deadly magic eye is."

After saying that, amidst everyone's astonishment, his dark eyes turned into a bright blue color, and there was a circle of blood-red light outside his pupils. These eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making people timid.

"You...your eyes..." Standing on a high place, Qian Chuan looked at those completely unhuman eyes in confusion and fear.

Cang Moliu smiled and held the dagger with his left hand while licking his lower lip. His deep voice made everyone choke like a devil.

"Those who are here today, I will not let you leave here."

The author has something to say:

It's raining here today, and the temperature has dropped, so I feel better when it rains~~~

I've been wondering how many chapters to write a story,

I tried my best to compress it to about fifteen chapters, I don’t know if you can accept it

I feel that the plot is still slow, but if I don’t write it like this, it will become a boring narrative. I’m very distressed. I’ll go and read it again. Anyway, I won’t change the outline.

In the future, the protagonist will play various roles, currently there are:

Lantern bearer, mountain guard, actor, monk, jade man, leather master, one-armed killer, demon cult leader...

I have about 24 identities here, but I don’t know if I will write so many stories, I’m afraid you will get bored if the story is too long, so I’m so nervous.

In the future, the protagonist will be played together with the character, and it is estimated that there will be many changes, so prevent it in advance.