The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

The sun is dazzling, and it is out of place in this damp and rotten prison.

The only warmth was blocked, the man in white who was sitting against the wall in the corner raised his face, raised his eyelashes slightly, and looked up at the person coming.

Against the light, his tall and thin body shrouded him in the dark, just like when he was a child.

"Qingqing." He was so angry that his clothes were all dried up with blood.

"Huh?" Chang Qing slightly bent his knees and squatted down.

"I've wanted to call you that since I was a child." Elder Qing Leng raised his eyes and stared at him with difficulty, his face was flushed, and after a few breaths, he spurted blood again.

He looked terrible, but he insisted on turning his head sideways, without showing any distress, nor did he let the dirt stain Chang Qing's robe.

But Chang Qing still kept a little distance from him.

Elder Qing Leng smiled instead of anger, like a hundred years ago, he loves to be extremely clean.

"Don't call me that." With a wounded look, Chang Qing hated the emotion on his face, as if in an abyss, he was eager to suck the nutrients of the bones like a maggot.

"Do you still care?" Not a question.

Chang Qing rubbed the cold temperature of his fingertips in his sleeves, but replied evasively, "I seldom suffer."

In his bones, he will retaliate, and he is vicious by nature.

"I want to let you go." He sighed as if he was extremely troubled, and his tone was unclear, which made people blurred the boundaries. He didn't know whether he was talking about the grievances of a hundred years ago or last night.

Elder Qing Leng tried his best to distinguish and think, and then he saw the man squatting down again, took out the dagger from last night from the cuff pocket, and looked at himself.

Do you still want to do this?

A cultivator at the stage of transforming gods lost his heart and could become a demon or a ghost.Chang Qing wanted to cut off his way.

But there is no hatred in his eyes, his eyes are tender, it doesn't matter.

A life for a life, this is relief, redemption.

The moment the dagger pierced into his soul, he closed his eyes and had a splitting headache, imagining the appearance of that amazing and talented young man who was lazily leaning on the table when he was young, dozing off or impatient while teaching him how to practice sword.

Everything is still so quiet.

The pain reached its peak, and he curled up against the wall, struggling to breathe, thinking that he was going to die like this.The corner of the clothes was pulled, and the face, which looked harmless to humans and animals, smiled slightly, "You don't think this will be the end, do you?"

Far from enough.

He'd better fall into the devil's way like a bereaved dog, let everyone see him like a shameful monster, and be surprised to find that the legendary figure who used to be spotless in the past has become a monster, making people sigh and hate his fate.

Chang Qing lowered his head, the maliciousness in his eyes could be seen without looking carefully.

The dagger was stained with blood, and Chang Qing wiped it again and again by the corner of his robe, without feeling guilty.

"This is punishment."

The other party still had misty eyes open, and looked up at him who was squatting beside him in confusion. He endured it, but he still didn't use his hands to push that embarrassed face away.

Chang Qing stood up, turned around, and was about to leave. After a few seconds, she turned her head and said, "Do you still want me to stay with you?"

Elder Qing Leng fell to the ground, clutching the hem of his clothes silently, his posture looked extremely weird and ridiculous.

Chang Qing flicked his sleeves lightly, as if brushing off some insignificant dust, turned and left without hesitation.

Then, came another cell.

Huo Zang curled up like a shrimp in a pot, when he saw him coming, he was still standing at the door, sizing himself up from a distance, and immediately glared at him fiercely.

Chang Qing chuckled back, opened the chains of the cell, and almost instantly the boy in black with a bun face rushed towards him unarmed.

Taking advantage of her height, Chang Qing easily grabbed his neck with one hand.

The black-clothed boy stuck his neck, his hands fluttered like ducks swimming, and he shouted, "You vicious demon cultivator, kill me! Wait for me, Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo to cough cough cough...and turn into a ghost, and I will kill you too! "

System 666: This guy has already thought about his career after death.

But in fact, in the realm of comprehension, only cultivators at the transformation stage have a chance of survival. For a cultivator at the foundation stage, death is death.

Huo Zang couldn't say good things out of his mouth, but it wasn't that dirty either. After all, the elders in the sect watched him grow up, so they didn't understand those things, and there was nothing new in cursing.Chang Qing was tired of hearing this, so he used a silence technique and a body fixation technique on him, and finally gave him a light look, full of disgust, "Zizi is not enough to talk to him."

One sentence made Huo Zang's eyes turn red, trying to force him to death with his eyes.

He is crazy!madman! !Crazy! ! !

The black iron gate was pushed open, and the light came obliquely, illuminating the two of them clearly.The commoner disciple respectfully stood by the door and said, "It's time to go."

Huo Zang is confused, let's go?

After all, he couldn't think of where to go, but he might stay with Elder Yunqing. Thinking of this, he felt relieved, and when he went back, hehe...he will pay back all the humiliation he suffered today!

The young man in front of him turned his head and gave him a Hexi smile.

Huo Zang: "??!"

My heart suddenly fluttered, is this going to kill people to silence me!

"Let's go." After saying that, Chang Qing walked out first.

Zhu Jin nodded, obviously he also knew what his followers were thinking, and walked quickly to Huo Zang.Seeing that this person wanted to do something, Huo Zang panicked, and signaled with his eyes: You, you can't do this!We also sat and drank together... ah!

The palm was clapped on the chest, huh?It doesn't seem to hurt.

He could even move his body, but he was like a puppet controlled by humans, he could only follow the direction of Zhu Jin a few steps ahead.

"??!" ×2

While walking, Huo Zang looked at his chest, isn't this the puppet art talisman paper?

What did the two wolves want to do with him?where to take

His mind is messed up.

Not long after arriving in the deserted suburbs, Zhu Jin said, "The master's sword was lost in an accident a hundred years ago, so the subordinates can only take offense and use their own sword."

Chang Qing said softly, feeling a little tired from the loss of strength, even if he had a sword, he couldn't use it.

He stepped back a little, and when Zhu Jin stretched out his hand, a bronze sword appeared. His whole body was glowing with brilliance, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

The three put on their swords, and Yujian flew in the direction of Manghuang.

On the way, Huo Zang was miserable. He was still thinking about what Zhu Jin meant by what Zhu Jin said. A hundred years ago, Chang Qing, a lunatic, really grew up in the mortal world. Complicated look?

As a result, the sword body was bumped, and Huo Zang almost stumbled and threw a high-altitude throw. He raised his eyes in confusion, and found that the person in front of him was protecting Chang Qing. His mentality exploded, and he lost his mind in fright. It’s like you don’t have eyes! Let me go, I have a sword, I’ll do it myself!”

In fact, Zhu Jin is not a sword repairer, Zhu Xiu is a talisman paper type, and it is good to have a sword.Huo Zang was just angry.

Zhu Jin looked back at him complicatedly.

This Yujian followed them, there is no sense of coercion

In the end, Huo Zang still controlled the sword himself.

When we arrived at the wild land, Huo Zang realized that he was a little nervous, "My young master won't follow you to that mountain, will he?"

Yu Jian and the two in front ignored him, the more he thought about it, the more he felt, "I don't want to die!"

Who doesn't know that the mountain of corpses is now desolate and ruined, and it is full of demonic cultivators and monsters. His little foundation building went to the west!

Not to mention whether the master and servant will save him, Chang Qing's falling into a demon, at most, is a foundation-building cultivation base, which is powerful and can kill monks in the transformation stage, but he has to stop for a while if he erupts, Zhu Jin doesn't care. Clear, but what if he can't beat it?Yu Jian would definitely not be able to escape like that.

Huo Zang's heart was beating wildly, and he even felt that the two men forced him to be human shields.

Make a quick decision, you must find an opportunity to slip!

After traveling for half a day, it fell into the night.

Chang Qing stood huddled at the entrance of the alley, looking up at the high mountain. They are now at the foot of the mountain, and they will climb up the dangerous mountain of corpses when they regroup tomorrow.

After a hundred years of loneliness and changes, Anyi Yangming Mountain has become gloomy, with only one inn and a few shops at the foot of the mountain, and few people.

Turning back lightly, he suddenly found the boy in black looking at him quietly.

Seeing his eyes coming over, his eyes flickering, he was a little guilty and afraid.

"you……"

Chang Qing slowly took out something from his cuff, a parchment, and Huo Zang recognized that it was the magic weapon that emitted huge magic power when the master and apprentice broke up last night, and his eyes immediately became fearful.

I heard that there are many kinds of evil spirits in Moxiu who take pleasure in killing people...

Chang Qing's expression was lazy, because the other party's attitude as if he was facing a big enemy gave him a malicious smile.

Spread out the parchment.

"!!" Huo Zang.

"You are reckless!"

A piece of red bean pastry was smashed to pieces, exposing the bright red sticky filling, making the sheepskin roll messy.

This is a magic weapon that is unparalleled in the world!According to Huo Zang's observation, this parchment is at least at the Mahayana level. Think about it, don't talk about tools, how many monks are there at the Mahayana level in the cultivation world?

Now it is actually used by this lunatic to hold bean paste cakes!

Huo Zang was crazily jealous and cursing crazily, and was blocked by a sentence, "Eat or not"

"……eat!"

He has bigu, but the cakes made from the Mahayana ritual vessel must be very delicious!

I ate with tears.

So Zhu Jin booked three rooms in the inn, and when she came back, she saw the harmonious scene of the two of them nestling in the alley and happily eating pastries.

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With that cruel look, Huo Zang's back felt cold and he almost choked to death.

Zhu Jin's temperament is difficult to figure out. Before Huo Zang yelled at him for his sword skills, this person gave him a light look and didn't take it seriously, but watching him eat a cake at this time was full of murderous aura.

"I want that too." He stood alone in front of the two of them.

Chang Qing lowered his eyes and looked down at the last piece of pastry on the parchment roll, "No."

The quick pastry just happened to be squeezed out of shape, exposing the piece of bean paste filling.

#My heart is to the mountain, the king is to the water# outrageous

#But seeing newcomers laughing, smelling old ones crying# is outrageous

Wouldn't you even want to reward him with a piece of broken bean paste cake?

He didn't speak, Huo Zang's carelessness even found the low air pressure, tortured by this weird atmosphere, he didn't dare to speak.Anyway, he was angry, so don't hit the sword, he quickly licked off the crumbs of pastry on his fingertips, stood a little farther away, and left room for the two masters and servants to talk.

Chang Qing didn't feel it, he focused all his attention on the hands of the person in front of him.

"What breed is this?"

Zhu Jin was holding a succulent potted plant in his hand. It had a strange posture. The leaves were not round like others, but twisted and rippled at the edges. Chang Qing looked at it and thought of dumplings.

Zhu Jin said sullenly, "Fantasia, I heard from the people in the inn that it came from overseas, from a foreign country and race."

Will Manghuang Corpse Mountain still trade with foreign races overseas?

Just thinking about it for a while, he didn't take it seriously, raised his eyes and took the potted plant, subconsciously kneaded it with his fingers, and picked up the succulent.

"You have a good memory." A hundred years ago, he still remembers what he likes.

Zhu Jin looked at him in a muffled voice, but it was just out of intention.

Then Zhu Jin led the way without saying a word, and arrived at the inn. Unless Fei Qing talked to him, he kept his head down and kept silent, obviously unhappy. Huo Zang was directly controlled by the puppet talisman and went to his own room, and then... began Duang—— Duang——Duang——

Bump your head against the wall.

Huo Zang's facial features flew wildly in pain.

Destroy him, he's tired.

Besides, Chang Qing next door, who was discussing matters with Zhu Jin, was leaning against the window like a boneless man, looking at the outline of the mountain of corpses under the black mist from afar.

Hearing a suspicious sound, he turned his head and frowned slightly, "This is?"

"Oh, there is something wrong with the puppet technique, Huo Zang is restless." Zhu Jin said calmly.

A hundred years ago when Zhu Jin was the envoy to the right, there was never a mistake in his technique.

Chang Qing didn't bother to think about it, he was a little sleepy, and said, "Then we will go up the mountain tomorrow, first go to find the sword, and then regroup in Yangming Palace. Well, go and rest."

After finishing these, the task will be much easier to do.Chang Qing thought lightly.

Zhu Jin opened the door lifelessly, and stepped forward to go out.

Chang Qing thought of something again, stopped him, and pointed to the table a few steps away.

"Aren't you hungry?"

On the table is a plate of exquisite and beautiful wolfberry osmanthus cake.

"There is a elixir stuffed in it, it's very bitter, but don't spit it out, it can heal your face." In Feng Yunzong, Chang Qing lifted his mask, took a rough look at the situation, and looked for another chance that night in the mortal Chang Mansion. Using Sui Han's heart as a primer for alchemy.

It's ridiculous to say that the original plot is a vicious male supporting plot, and the original owner is the one whose heart was poached as a medicine primer.

Before the 666 system, the plot collapsed, but the main god said that as long as the result is achieved, that means-other people can do it for the heart-pumping introduction and bloody plot.

This Lord God is extraordinarily tolerant and magnanimous.

Chang Qing thought casually, and smiled at Zhu Jin, "I remember you like it."

I also often study how to make wolfberry osmanthus cake more delicious.

It was indeed delicious. Although I forgot the taste, Chang Qing still remembered that he was good at cooking.

Zhu Jin stared blankly at the person by the window. His face was exquisite and innocent. Under the night, he was holding the leaf of the Divine Symphony, lazy and hazy, and his black eyes could not see the end.

Divine Symphony.

In fact, there are all kinds of succulents in the inn, all of which were set up to commemorate the business established by the Demon Lord a hundred years ago, but when he heard the name when choosing it, he bought it without hesitation.

He is like a god.

God remembers him.

Immediately, the so-called tattered bean paste cake was all depressed, and Chang Qing peeped out of the mask, and even caught a glimpse of the streamer.

"Actually, you like it."

The mask covered the corners of his wet eyes.

After all, this sentence is still swallowed into the stomach without making it clear.

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The author has something to say:

Imagine actually saying that sentence—

Chang Qing: I don't like my subordinates being selfish towards me [like a smile but not a smile] Do you know?

Zhu Jin lost all blood, "Okay."

I can't ask for it, I feel wronged and leave JPG

……

My aunt is here today.

Be gentle, let Zhu Jin cry hhh

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Cultivation level, tentatively: Foundation Establishment - Bigu - Golden Elixir - Nascent Soul - Leaving Body - Transforming God - Transcending Tribulation - Mahayana