I'm Always the Villain

Fan Lu stood tall and tall, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a rose flower, quietly looking at the fairy sitting on a tree branch swing in the birdcage.

The immortal's compassionate eyes were smudged by the mist at this moment, and the ends of the eyes were adorned with a beautiful and gorgeous crimson color.

Sang Jiuchi's cheeks were slightly red, and the exposed slender neck and collarbone were slightly pink.

Fan Lu's heart was restless.

Who in the world would know that such a lofty immortal would have such a gorgeous beauty at this moment.

Fan Lu secretly took a deep breath, forced himself to sit back on the wicker chair calmly.

Staring greedily at the distinguished master in the birdcage, Fan Lu bit the corners of his lips repressedly until he bit the corners of his lips and tasted blood in his mouth before he came back to his senses.

Sang Jiuchi in the birdcage was crying from the corners of his eyes.

Fan Lu was slightly taken aback, he lowered his head, and found that the rose flowers that were still juicy just now were almost smashed by himself.

Fan Lu laughed, and cast a spell on Sang Jiuchi with his fingers, turned his head and threw the broken rose aside.

Sang Jiuchi, who was crying so hard: "..."

Littering, even dare to laugh, outrageous, rebellious, hateful!

Fan Lu continued the random movement of clenching his fist with one hand and propping his cheek just now. It seemed random, but he remained motionless, and his eyes were fixed on Sang Jiuchi in the birdcage without blinking.

It wasn't until Sang Jiuchi wiped away his tears, adjusted his emotions and returned to his previous compassionate fairy posture that he said regretfully: "Master still looks good just now."

Sang Jiuchi: "..."

livestock.

Sang Jiuchi gave him a cold look, expressing that he didn't want to deal with this traitor.

Fan Lu was not angry either, he picked his nails casually with the other hand, "Master, don't be angry."

Sang Jiuchi's chest heaved up and down: "What was that just now?"

Fan Lu: "It's just a little trick. It can transfer the senses of a certain part of a person to an object."

Sang Jiuchi took a deep breath: "Anything is fine?"

Fan Lu raised his eyebrows: "Almost everything is fine."

Sang Jiuchi roared in his heart: [Is this the world of immortals and heroes?Niu ah. 】

F001 hesitated: [Just now you clearly refused. 】

Sang Jiuchi: [Actually, it's not bad, but it's a bit embarrassing. 】

F001: [Uh. 】

Fan Lu only saw Sang Jiuchi lower his head, thinking that the other party was ashamed and angry because of his behavior just now.

Have you played too much?

Fan Lu hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Master, how do you think about it? Would you like to be my furnace?"

Sang Jiuchi raised his head suddenly, with a strong look in his eyes: "Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated. I will never submit."

Fan Lu chuckled: "Master is really stubborn, but this is interesting. We have plenty of time, and the future will last forever."

Sang Jiuchi pursed his lips.

Fan Lu's words are correct, the original owner is a closed-door maniac, a few years or decades at a time.Moreover, the sect has long been accustomed to his cultivation mode, and no one would dare to disturb him unless he leaves the customs by himself.

And this retreat, he has only been in for a month.

Sang Jiuchi and Fan Lu faced each other inside and outside the birdcage, the air was terribly silent, only the gurgling sound of the spring water in the entire confined space.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

The two looked at the closed gate of the cave together, and soon heard a voice from outside: "Master! Something is wrong, Master!"

Sang Jiuchi coughed lightly, and raised his voice, "Why are you so flustered?"

"Uncle Qiu Mian, Uncle Qiu Mian was severely injured and is about to die! I beg Master to come out and save my life!"

Qiu Mian is Sang Jiuchi's great disciple who opened the door. He had already taken the top spot a hundred years ago, and his cultivation had already reached the stage of transforming gods. In this cultivation world, he can be domineering, but self-protection is no problem at all.

Moreover, Qiu Mian has always been modest and aloof from the world, and will definitely not fight with others.

It wasn't in the original plot.

However, Sang Jiuchi soon understood that in the world plot, there is no such magic operation as Fanlu just now.

The original owner was on the bed when he woke up. He was imprisoned on the bed, and the fan killing started immediately.

In order to prevent the original owner's voice from being heard outside, Fan Lu also specially set up an enchantment.Maybe the disciple who asked for help came when the barrier was set up.

"You go back, the deity will arrive later."

Sang Jiuchi looked at Fan Lu in shock, it was Fan Lu who spoke in his own voice just now.

Fan Lu smiled wickedly at Sang Jiuchi, and made a "shh" motion with his finger on his lips.

The disciple's surprised voice soon sounded outside the door: "Thank you, Master! Disciple, go back and get ready!"

When the sound of flying swords piercing the sky sounded outside, Fan Lu turned his head and looked at Sang Jiuchi in the birdcage: "Let's go."

Sang Jiuchi was suspicious: "Will you let me go?"

Fan Lu smiled but said nothing, he pointed his finger at the restriction on the birdcage, and the birdcage opened in response.

The next moment, all the chains on Sang Jiuchi's hands and feet fell off, but the metal shackles on his wrists and ankles were not released.

Sang Jiuchi didn't expect to be able to get out of the bird cage so soon, and when he got out of the cage, he still felt unreal.

He looked at the clothes on his body, and was about to change into his cassock from the storage bag.

This floral peacock dress was changed for him by Fan Lu. The original owner's usual dressing style was plain colors, and the most common black, white and gray colors were changed alternately.

He touched the storage bag on his waist with his fingers, and found that even the storage bag was gone.

"Let's go, Master." Fan Lu nodded Sang Jiuchi's forehead, and pulled Sang Jiuchi away.

Sang Jiuchi: "Help me undo the restriction that restricts spiritual energy. Without spiritual energy, I can't even fly the imperial object."

Holding Sang Jiuchi's slender fingers tightly with his broad palm, Fan Lu looked back at Sang Jiuchi: "It's okay, I'll take you flying."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the cave's restriction and conjured a paper kite out of thin air.

This is the flying magic weapon used by the original owner. Under the guidance of Fan Lu, Sang Jiuchi stood on the kite, and the kite immediately blew into the air, flapping its wings and flying away.

The flying paper kite is an advanced flying weapon. It seems that the enclave is very slow, but it is actually very fast.

But in the blink of an eye, the kite had already stopped on a hill.

At this moment, there were many people standing outside the mountain, and the moment they saw the paper kite landed, they gathered around, lowered their heads and said respectfully, "I pay my respects, Master."

Sang Jiuchi put on the air of a master, and replied calmly: "Get up, take me in quickly, how is Qiu Mian?"

Hearing Sang Jiuchi's voice, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, the three elders looked up presumptuously, with contempt and disapproval in their eyes, "Fan Lu, presumptuous, don't want to be in front of the master!" unreasonable!"

Although the others also had objections, they didn't say anything in the end.

The Great Elder turned his head to look at Fan Lu in front of Sang Jiuchi, and said respectfully: "Master, Qiu Mian is inside."

Sang Jiuchi suddenly realized that Fanlu had used some kind of magic to make them exchange in the eyes of outsiders.

Fan Lu's expression was indifferent, and he swept around the crowd coldly, holding Sang Jiuchi's hand tightly, "He is mine, and no one can teach him a lesson except me."

The Great Elder's eyes flickered, and he replied in fear, "Disciple understands."

Holding Sang Jiuchi's hand, Fan Lu went in under the leadership of his disciples. As soon as the two entered, they were immediately smothered by the strong stench inside.

This is the smell of magic poison.

Sang Jiuchi frowned, took three steps and made two steps against the guest, and pulled Fan Lu to the bed. Qiu Mian was lying on the bed dying, already exhaling more breath than inhaling.

The heart that was originally healthy and powerful was beating more and more slowly, Qiu Mian's face was pale, and a sharp weapon had made a big hole in the abdominal cavity, and thick viscous black liquid was continuously flowing out from the abdominal cavity.

Sang Jiuchi frowned: "Is it the demons?"

Thousands of years ago, there was a darkest period in the world of comprehension. From nowhere, a demon race with wings and grinning mouth appeared.

Those demons are neither human nor demon, unlike the species in this world.They are murderous and devour aura.Wherever he went, there were mourners everywhere, barren grass and trees, and no spiritual energy.

In order to fight against the demons, the demon cultivators, immortal cultivators, ghost cultivators, and demon cultivators who were originally diametrically opposed joined forces, and finally beheaded the last demon cultivator under the sword.

However, the aura devoured by the demons could not be returned to the earth, and the aura that was originally abundant in the cultivation world was depleted after the invasion of the demons.

This is also the reason why no one can ascend to the fairy world in the next ten thousand years.

Sang Jiuchi wanted to get closer and take a closer look, when suddenly a figure jumped out from the side, and one of them pushed away the hands they held together.

The next moment, Fan Lu's arm was hugged, and a boy with a cute face and a lively expression said with tears in his eyes: "Master, you are finally here, hurry up and save Brother Qiu Mian, he's all for me."

Sang Jiuchi: "..."

How angry, he is the master himself.

This is his close disciple, the son of an old man, named Jiang Tong.

Fan Lu secretly gave Sang Jiuchi a deep look, and mercilessly pushed away Jiang Tong who was holding him, "Stay away from me."

Jiang Tong's expression was shocked, he looked at Fan Lu aggrievedly, and when he turned his head to look at Sang Jiuchi, he stared viciously again.

Sang Jiuchi: "..."

If Jiang Tong later found out that he was the master and the person he was holding was Fan Lu, would he be so angry that he would cry?

Fan Lu put Jiang Tong aside and turned to look at Qiu Mian's injuries.

Sang Jiuchi walked behind Fan Lu with a serious expression on his face.

The devilish energy is not easy to get rid of. Once the wound sticks to the bone, it will be like maggots attached to the bone, unless the place is cut off.

But now that the devilish energy has invaded his heart, even he can hardly save the child.

Sang Jiuchi looked at Fan Lu secretly, and saw Fan Lu suddenly grabbed the ball of black liquid after inspecting it.

He was startled, and subconsciously grabbed Fan Lu's hand, "Be careful, you will get hurt too."

Fan Lu's figure froze slightly, his cold expression loosened for a moment and then hung up again, "You back off, I don't mind."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the ball of black liquid again. It was strange to say that no matter how others cleaned up the black liquid, he was indifferent to it. Seeing Fan Lu's hand was like an ant that had found its home.

The black liquid that was flowing quietly immediately became agitated, rushing towards Fan Lu's hand in unison.

The black liquid was quickly transferred from Qiu Mian's body to Fan Lu's body without a drop. The black liquid was like greedy ants, scrambling to wrap Fan Lu's hand, but they couldn't get in.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to let out a breath, for fear that their agitation would affect the actions of "Master".

Soon, thunder and lightning erupted from Fan Lu's body, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.The originally restless black liquid began to slow down because of the thunder and lightning, until it remained motionless.

Finally, the black liquid slowly fell off Fan Lu's hand, and fell to the ground with a loud "bang".

It was still a soft liquid just now, but now it has solidified into a mass of black solid.

This was not over yet, Fan Lu finally bent down and set a layer of restraint on the black solid, and then stood up tremblingly.

At this moment, Fan Lu's face was already pale, and his body swayed weakly twice while walking.

Subconsciously, Jiang Tong was about to rush over and hug Fanlu. Fanlu's eyes seemed to be equipped with locators, and he caught Sang Jiuchi with one look.

He raised his arm slightly, pointing in the direction of Sang Jiuchi: "You, help me back to my room to rest."

Sang Jiuchi immediately supported Fan Lu and led him out.

Halfway through, Fan Lu remembered something, and looked back at Jiang Tong: "You just said that Qiu Mian was injured because of you, what happened?"

Jiang Tong's face was bluish and purple, looking at Sang Jiuchi's hand on Fan Lu's arm, the expression on his face twisted together.

But then he returned to normal, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Qiu Mian and I accompanied me down the mountain to practice. Halfway through, I saw a woman blocking the way. That woman...that woman..."

Jiang Tong blushed as he spoke, and tears seemed to burst out of his eyes in the next moment.

The brothers and sisters around felt distressed when they saw it, but they didn't dare to act rashly in front of the master. They could only look at the little brother standing helplessly in the middle of the room with distress.

Fan Lu was impatient: "That woman sees that you are born well, and wants to take you to practice?"

Jiang Tong's face turned even redder, and he nodded stiffly, "I would rather die than follow, and Senior Brother Qiu Mian will help me deal with it. Seeing that Senior Brother Qiu Mian was about to drive her away, the woman's back suddenly gave birth to pain. A pair of black fleshy wings. After that, the woman's cultivation level increased greatly. Senior Brother Qiu Mian would not have lost the fight with that woman, but in order to cover my escape, he was plotted by the woman, so he became like this."

Fan Lu: "Where did you find that woman?"

Jiang Tong recalled it carefully, "In Wutong Town."

After Fan Lu knew the information he wanted, he didn't stay for long. He lost a lot of cultivation to heal Qiu Mian just now, and now he urgently needs to rest.

Sang Jiuchi also saw Fan Lu's weakness, and hurriedly took him away.

Sang Jiuchi practiced in Dongfu, but he also had a living room in Qianshan.

Fan Lu sacrificed the kite, and the two disappeared in front of everyone after a while.

Watching Fan Lu and Sang Jiuchi leave, Jiang Tong couldn't hold back anymore, tears fell one by one like beans.

Jiangtong is only this year, and when Master brought him back, he was still a babbled three-year-old baby.The whole body is pink and chubby, it can be said that he grew up under the pampering of the whole sect.

Although Jiang Tong has grown up now, the elders still love him.And he is very beautiful, which has attracted the secret love of many master disciples.

Seeing Jiang Tong crying, everyone stepped forward to comfort him.

Jiang Tong wept, "Master used to love me the most, but today you can see that Fan Lu is the only one in his eyes. It's not that I'm jealous, Master is a man of integrity, I won't say much about who he prefers, but only Du Fanlu can't do it. He is haunted by demon energy, I'm afraid he will harm Master in the future. Master has always been pure and good, and I don't know what kind of tricks Fanlu used to deceive Master!"

Several elders looked unhappy: "Don't worry, Tong'er, we will never let that demon seed damage the reputation of Master!"