The villain is going to be a giant in women's clothing [Transmigration Book]

Under Wen Ren'an's curious gaze, he slowly opened his mouth and said what was on his mind: "I...I think that Zheng Rong is possessed by the author of this article."

"Which article?" Wen Ren'an asked subconsciously, but then thought of something, and opened his eyes in a panic, "You mean..."

He pointed to Zheng Rong who was covered in a transparent protective cover, then pursed his lips, and nodded himself.

Although he didn't say it directly, his thoughts were still transmitted to Chi Cheng's mind through his actions.

"That's right, it's exactly what you think." Chi Cheng nodded heavily.

Unexpectedly, when he was told that he was just a character in the book, the author of the book couldn't wait to find him... Wen Ren'an was gearing up, wishing he could just tear Zheng Rong's head open and destroy all the memories inside. I took them out and searched them carefully.

But he doesn't have this kind of ability, so he can only pin his hopes on Chi Cheng, looking at him eagerly: "Cheng'er, can you ask me about the specific situation?" Poor, "I really want to know what I am."

Wen Ren'an is usually calm and self-sustaining, but this time he rarely showed a fragile and dazed look, which made Chi Cheng's heart soften and start to pulsate indiscriminately.

He stretched out his hand to hold down Wen Ren'an, then bent down slightly, looked straight into Wen Ren'an's eyes, and tried to convey his trust and care to the other party through their gazes: "Wen Ren'an, don't think too much, you are just an ordinary person. An ordinary person, although the master of this world is a bit unreliable, you are also a complete person."

Chi Cheng's palms were warm and pressed against Wen Ren'an's shoulders, the heat penetrated through the material, extended along his bones, and finally fell into his heart.

He let out a long sigh.

As a strong hero, Wen Ren'an, who cannot be defeated by a little setback, grabbed Chi Cheng's wrist with his backhand, rubbed it next to his cheek a few times, and his expression and eyes gradually became firmer.

"Cheng'er, I don't want to think too much... Hurry up and interrogate Zheng Rong, and ask him what is the purpose of doing these things."

"Okay." Seeing that Ren'an really calmed down, Chi Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze back to Zheng Rong who was enclosed in the protective cover.

Unlike Zheng Rong who has seen the world, although this author is the creator of Zheng Rong and Wenren'an, he still finds it very difficult to accept the scene of two men loving each other. He is retching with his eyes closed and mouth Li also scolded people uncleanly.

Chi Cheng flicked the protective cover with his fingers, and the hard light aura made a clanging sound under his fingers, making Zheng Rong who was sitting inside shiver in fright.

"What are you doing!" Zheng Rong opened his eyes angrily, wanting to scold Chi Cheng, but he fell directly into Chi Cheng's eyes with a strange smile.

"Tell me the truth, what's your original name?" Chi Cheng didn't want to play language tricks with Zheng Rong anymore, so he asked the question directly, "I know you are not Zheng Rong, you are the author of this book... I guess you don't want to use someone else's name." Name, just say your original name directly, and I will feel more comfortable when I scold you."

For Chi Cheng's words, Zheng Rong took it very seriously, so after hesitating for a while, he said directly: "I don't want to tell you my full name, so you can call me Dalong."

Hearing these two words, Chi Cheng couldn't hold back his laughter and said, "Dalong... Your name is quite social, isn't it? Should I call you Brother Long, or Long Aotian?"

Wenren'an, who has always been a pure ancient person, can't get the jokes of these two terms, but both Dalong and Chicheng understand the meaning of them as modern people.

Dalong hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help explaining in a low voice: "I didn't want to be a big brother, my surname is Long..."

On the surface, Chi Cheng didn't think much about it, and even pretended that he didn't hear this sentence, but in fact, he still thought about it and put it into his head carefully.

Then, he changed the subject and continued to ask why he attacked him: "Dalong, I don't care what your surname is, I just want to know why you insist on killing me? Is killing me good for you?"

When mentioning other topics, Dalong has always been a little cowardly and restless, holding his breath when he speaks, for fear that the loud voice will disturb Chicheng, anger him, and silence himself.

But when this was mentioned, Dalong seemed to have suddenly found a way to deal with Chi Cheng, and he snorted coldly, then sat cross-legged on the ground, embraced the fields and practiced, treating Chi Cheng as a transparent person.

It was funny to see him struggling to death, Chi Cheng stood outside and reminded him: "Hey, don't practice, there is no spiritual energy in it, what are you practicing?"

But he didn't know that a big change happened in the Lingxiao Pavilion thousands of miles away.

After Elder Liu escorted Elder Yan back to the High Heaven Pavilion, all the elders of the High Heaven Pavilion, especially the Lord of the High Heaven Pavilion, heaved a sigh of relief, and a big stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

They were always in fear, fearing that Elder Yan would use tricks and tricks on the way to escape Elder Liu's control, continue to do evil outside, and tarnish the reputation of Ling Xiao Pavilion.

Now that he was finally brought back, the Pavilion Master of the High Heaven Pavilion immediately summoned all the elders who could come, and everyone went to the water prison to interrogate Elder Yan. They must dig out his insidious cultivation method, and then cut the weeds and root them out.

The water dungeon was very gloomy. The owner of the High Heaven Pavilion and Elder Liu walked down side by side. Even if the attendants behind them carried the lanterns lit with real fire, it was still difficult to get rid of the yin that had solidified in the water dungeon.

In the water prison, a man is tied up.

His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were ragged and placed in the center. His waist was soaked in the icy cold pool water. At the same time, his hands were hung upside down, hanging high above his head.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Elder Yan raised his head and looked around, his eyes were dull and dull, like a human skin puppet being manipulated by someone.

"Bold Yan Ming, unexpectedly attacked the disciples in the sect, and intended to resist the orders of the sect, ran out of the Repentance Peak, and killed innocent people outside, what should he do!" The master of Lingxiao Pavilion always felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, but he shrugged his shoulders, He felt that the yin in the water prison was too heavy, which made him uncomfortable, so he didn't worry too much, he just wanted to finish the interrogation of Elder Yan, give him the death penalty, and then let all this turn the page.

According to Elder Yan's usual temper, he would definitely use his sharp tongue to satirize everyone present one by one, and then spit on Ling Xiaoge.

But this time, Elder Yan seemed to have been polished off all the edges and corners, and he answered the question of the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion very obediently: "If you do this kind of behavior, according to the rules of the sect, you should be executed."

"That's right!" The Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion thought it was the elders present who answered, so he sternly shouted.

But as soon as the voice fell, the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion realized something, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

Why is it Elder Yan who is speaking?

Noticing the astonishment of the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion and other people present, Elder Yan couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing hahaha.

It's just that his laughter is different from normal people's, with a mechanical creaking sound. At first glance, it sounds like a machine is turning.

Looking at Elder Yan's crazy posture, the owner of the Lingxiao Pavilion suddenly felt bad emotions in his heart.

Before he had time to call everyone to defend, he saw Elder Yan's body gradually inflated, like a hot air balloon, gradually inflated, bit by bit tore through the clothes, broke the handcuffs, and the bones were crushed into the gaps. Occasionally a fragment of a bone or two falls out of the body.

"Set up the defensive magic circle!" The pavilion master of Lingxiao Pavilion screamed, and at the same time, he directly raised his hand and took out his own defensive magic weapon, trying to cover everyone in the room except Elder Yan.

The master of the High Heaven Pavilion didn't use this town sect's defensive magic weapon even when it was attacked by other sects last time.

But this time, the sense of crisis lingering in his heart caused his heart to throb, and he almost passed out in front of Elder Liu.

This strong sense of danger made the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion grit his teeth and directly sacrificed the most valiant defensive magic weapon.

...but it didn't work.

After Elder Yan's body swelled to a certain extent, it exploded suddenly, and countless fleshy foams penetrated through every hole, passed through the defensive magic weapons that everyone had deployed one after another, and fell into their bodies.

Anyone who is contaminated by this kind of fleshy foam will lose their whole body in less than a quarter of an hour, their limbs will become stiff, and their consciousness will gradually become tranced. In the end, only the aura in their genitals will remain surging.

In other words, they became the walking dead.

The unconscious walking corpses crawled out of the dungeon one by one, and gnawed on the living people until they completely gnawed away the flesh on their bodies. The limbs with only a skeleton also staggered to keep up with the large army, and continued to aim Next target.

If they encounter a more powerful living person, they will reluctantly give up some parts of their body, and eject these parts with minced meat into people's bodies, turning this person into a walking dead.

The Ling Xiao Pavilion is carrying out a cruel and terrifying zombie infection, and the big dragon who manipulates all this in front of Chi Cheng and Wen Ren'an has a smile on his lips.

I don't know what terrible things happened in the Ling Xiao Pavilion, Chi Cheng was still perseveringly beating on the protective cover that wrapped the dragon, until he finished everything, opened his eyes impatiently, and said extremely unkindly: "What are you knocking! What are you knocking on? If you want to know anything, just dream, and I will tell you everything in the dream."

"Yo," unexpectedly the Dalong who was soft just now suddenly stiffened, Chi Cheng put his hands on his chest, leaned over to look at Dalong, "What good thing happened to you, suddenly you are so confident? Say it and make us happy too?"

It is indeed enough to make you happy.

Da Longyan glanced at Chi Cheng maliciously, and then thought that it was not time to speak, so he moved his head aside, silently counting the time when they found out all this.

. . . in about two days you will find that everything is irreparable.

Thinking of this, Dalong made up his mind to swallow his anger. After these two days, we will see how Ren An and Chi Cheng dare to challenge him.

In the past few days, Chicheng has used light aura to stimulate Dalong's body when he has nothing to do. Occasionally, he will use light aura to weave a princess dress, and then force Dalong to take off his clothes and put him on the white princess he wove. skirt.

"You look so good in this dress." Chi Cheng showed a nasty smile, and did not forget to take off a small piece of light aura from the corner, knead it into a veil with consciousness, and insisted on wearing it to the dragon's head top.

Dalong twisted his body aggrievedly, trying to avoid it, but Chicheng restrained him skillfully, and then put the veil on his head.

"It's so beautiful." After looking at Dalong again, Chi Cheng once again made a sound of appreciation.

Dalong kept a cold face and said nothing.

"Are you talking?" Chi Cheng continued to tease without fear of death, "I really think your expression is very suitable for a bride, with a cold face, just looking at it makes people want to make you cry every day."