After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Taking advantage of the teleportation formation to reach the West Jincheng, Fang Xingjian only felt that it was unreal. The destination he had set when he first arrived in the Demon Realm, unexpectedly came to fruition at this time.

It's really unpredictable.

Axi didn't follow, Penglai Island was the most suitable place for him to practice, and he subconsciously believed in Wangguixi, so he wasn't worried about his safety.

After all, Fang Xingjian was afraid that he would not be able to protect Axi for what he was about to face next.

In the past, Qiangong Wuyou also talked about the appearance of Xijin City.

He didn't listen carefully, it was nothing more than a small island with gentle sea breeze, although Moxiu and Merren lived together, but everyone was still relatively friendly.

But he didn't see any of the sea breeze and friendliness in front of him.

The streets are full of messy corpses, the biggest one is only the size of his palm, even with the Muyun veil covering him, he still seems to be able to smell the stench of blood and the strong fragrance of fragrance.

The one who moved the most was naturally Gong Wuyou, she blocked the mixed breath, but she couldn't block the cruel scene in front of her.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but she tried her best not to shed tears.

Xijin City is different from the other three cities. A narrow waterway was built beside the road, which is just convenient for the mermaids to swim around.

Gong Wuyou glanced at some corpses in the waterway, fearful and worried in his heart, but still managed to push away those floating corpses, and led them forward.

"I, I'll take you to the palace first. My brother must be in the palace. He likes Xijincheng the most. Why did he watch her become like this..."

Fang Xingjian followed behind her, comforting:

"Compared to when I first met you, you have changed a lot, so don't blame yourself."

Gong Wuyou pinched himself hard, sniffed and calmed down, as if regaining consciousness, forced a smile and said: "I know, it's useless to complain about yourself, my brother fell down, I have to stand up and support this city."

Fang Xingjian raised his eyebrows lightly, he was a little surprised by Gong Wuyou's answer, and felt somewhat relieved by his old father.

Before he took a few steps, someone grabbed the hand hanging by his side, his fingers were tightly intertwined, and Wen Ziyi's aura squeezed into his side domineeringly.

Fang Xingjian always felt that "Chiyu" had changed a little bit. He was not so active before, and he didn't have so many twists and turns. Even if he likes to act like a baby, it's not too much.

The person beside him was both familiar and unfamiliar, so familiar that he let go of all his vigilance, yet so unfamiliar that he felt that he was another person.

He couldn't even draw it out, so he could only give up, and said helplessly:

"You're not worried that I'm lost, are you?"

"Then what if I lose it, aren't you worried?" Wen Ziyi held his hand tightly, not giving him any room to relax.

Fang Xingjian chuckled lightly and said, "Then I might be more worried about the person who kidnapped you."

For some reason, the footsteps of the people around him paused, Fang Xingjian didn't take advantage of his distraction to pull out his hand, and even nodded "Chiyu" on the back of his hand in a good temper, signaling him to follow quickly.

"Let's go, get there as soon as possible, the night is full of dreams."

Wen Ziyi followed his footsteps, and when he turned his head, he could see the familiar side face. He had thought about this scene countless times in his mind, and for a while, he felt as if he was still dreaming.

All this warmth seems to have been stolen.

He is a shameless thief, hiding it in exchange for the last bit of master's trust.

What should he do if he waits for Master to know the end of everything?Will Master give up on him?

Wen Ziyi's complicated eyes fell on him, and she couldn't help but said:

"If one day, you find out that I lied to you about something, what will you do?"

He was like a sinner carrying thorns, just waiting for Fang Xingjian's sentence to judge his crime.

When I walked into the bone washing pool alone, or when I was chased like a street mouse, I didn't have such panic and anxiety.

Wen Ziyi's palms were sweating, and he relaxed his grip on Fang Xingjian, as if all his strength had been transferred to Jin Tong, staring fixedly at his thin lips, not daring to miss a single movement.

Whatever the reason, his actions and results are a given.

The moment the words fell, the heat in his hands dissipated immediately.

Fang Xingjian pulled out his hand.

All answers are clear.

In an instant, Wen Ziyi regretted so much that she almost wanted to tear her mouth off, why did she ask such a question and break the rare warmth between them.

He pushed himself into a dilemma, had no choice but to lower his long eyelashes as if escaping, covering the despair and regret in his golden pupils, as if he had been bound by his limbs, tied a stone and sank into the river, unable to catch a ray of light.

However, in the blink of an eye, he felt a little weight on the top of his head, patted it lightly, and slender fingertips stroked the long hair along the way, combed the knotted knots in the hair, and the voice was like the sound of heaven:

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm alone, enough people have lied to me and betrayed me—"

"What are you planning?"

Wen Ziyi fell into the dry and fluffy cushion from the dark sea, and the master only needed a few words to save him from the darkness.

He was already a monk who was already half a head taller than his master, but he couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.

"elder brother......"

He clearly wanted to call Master.

Picture what?

Every bit of his tenderness is Wen Ziyi's scheme.

However, Wen Ziyi's dark eyes were completely covered by long eyelashes, leaving only Fang Xingjian's well-behaved hair top.

Fang Xingjian laughed softly, and with a little effort, patted the puppy on the head.

Chiyu has been a little strange recently, but no matter what, Fang Xingjian knows that this little guy has become very important to him.

He swept away the person he had in mind before, and put the puppy in.

Chiyu has countless secrets, and Fang Xingjian will find a way to solve the acceptable and unacceptable ones.

Just because he is Akadama.

Just as he was thinking about it, the previous glimpse of it inadvertently floated in his mind.

Wangguixi changed his memory, made him recognize Chiyu as Wen Ziyi's traitor, and almost killed him.

Fang Xingjian sneered in his heart, Chiyu and Wen Ziyi went up and down every day, and he would mistakenly believe that that little turtle has extraordinary skills.

He shook his head, got rid of unreliable thoughts in his mind, took the initiative to pull the wrists of the people around him, and walked forward after Gong Wuyou's figure:

"Okay, let's go, we still have business to do, don't keep Xiao Yu'er waiting."

****

Gong Wuyou has not been back to Xijin City for many years, the familiar roads in her memory have become unfamiliar, and now there is chaos, houses collapsed everywhere, making her even more lost in her direction.

Finally, he reached the gate of the city.

Xijin City is divided into an inner city and an inner city. The inner city is mostly populated by sharks and some noble demon cultivators, while the outer city is populated by low-status demon cultivators.

The outer city forms a crescent shape, tightly wrapping the inner city.

The friendly demon cultivators she saw were naturally dignitaries in the inner city.

Fang Xingjian thought that the situation in the inner city was already very critical, but he didn't expect to be able to smell the bloody smell coming from the city gate.

Through the armor of the evening cloud veil, there are still bits and pieces of light coming in.

Such a hellish scene in the world can be felt without looking at it.

In the outer city separated by a door, the faint voice made people shudder, Fang Xingjian unconsciously put his hand on it, as if he could feel the tremor on the other side of the door.

This is not like the sound that ordinary people can make, it is like the howling and roaring of wild animals, and the groaning suppressed in the throat, both blushing and chilling.

Tears welled up in Gong Wuyou's eyes, and she looked at Fang Xingjian tremblingly, all this had already made her scalp tingle, she couldn't imagine that the place where she grew up turned into this appearance.

"Why did it become like this, he is obviously the best at governing the city..."

Fang Xing's swordsman was still attached to it, this door was almost as thick as a person's width, if it was as harmonious as Gong Wuyou said, why would there be such a thick partition between the inner and outer city.

His expression was a bit gloomy. Was it because of Gong Wuyou's matter that Gong Xiangdi's temperament changed so drastically?

When I came here just now, the inner city could barely capture some vitality, but what kind of scene the outer city was like, it almost didn't need to be thought about, it must be a shocking purgatory on earth.

What exactly is Gong Xiangdi planning to destroy both inner and outer cities?

But there were waves of tremors coming from the subordinates, the heavy wooden door creaked, and someone was breaking the door forcibly outside! !

Fang Xingjian's expression froze, he withdrew his hand and quickly retreated.

However, he still retreated slowly, the door slammed a big hole, and a steel gun shot straight at him.

The long sword at his waist was pulled out swiftly. Fang Xingjian's practice for so many years was not a show, but a flying pistol, and he wanted to strike it away immediately.

Although he couldn't see, his ears and spiritual sense replaced his sight more keenly.

However, when the long sword was swung, it was in vain. Instead of hearing the quarrelling sound of iron objects colliding, they heard the muffled sound of guns piercing flesh.

Fang Xingjian's face darkened, he stepped forward and grabbed it, dragging the boy who stood in front of him behind him.

Even he didn't realize that his fingertips suddenly felt cold, he rubbed and touched Wen Ziyi's chest, and stabbed firmly on it, hot blood flowed all over his chest.

——This fool actually blocked the gun with his body! !

Fang Xingjian almost roared: "What the hell are you doing!"

A majestic monk in the Mahayana period used his body to shield his weapon and made such a stupid move. Apart from anger, there was also a bit of distress in his heart.

Wen Ziyi's face was pale, obviously not feeling well, she raised her hand and pulled out the dick on her chest, and blocked him behind, facing a group of demon cultivators not far away.

There was a big hole in the gate, enough for a few small demon cultivators to pass through the gate and stand in front of the three of them.

Among them, Moxiu, who had flowers on his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Hey, don't scold him."

"He knows more than you. Not everyone can stop my family's weapons."

Fang Xingjian suddenly realized that the situation was wrong, and stretched out his hand to touch "Chiyu"'s chest. The wound hadn't healed, and blood was still bubbling.

He frowned and said in a bad tone: "What do you mean?"

Moxiu looked up and down the two of them, covering half of the corner of his lips:

"Oh, it's alright if your friend blocks you, you asked in such detail, do you want to learn my family's technology secretly?"

Fang Xingjian said in a cold voice: "Speak out loud, don't you want your tongue anymore?"

Moxiu's smile trembled wildly, and he squeezed Wen Ziyi with his eyes: "Okay, okay, it's my fault, I haven't started yet..."

He changed his voice and coaxed him to say: "You two have some skills, do you want to consider joining us, not only the secrets of weapons, but I will tell you everything you want to know."

"When the young lord takes the position of the city lord, my little brothers who work hard with me, I guarantee that you will eat delicious food, drink spicy food, and be so beautiful~"

Fang Xingjian didn't know this person, but Gong Wuyou was very familiar with him. This group of demon cultivators were scum living in the outer city. They did all sorts of trickery and abduction, and even tied up a lot of mermaids to sell on the black market.

The one with flower tints on his eyebrows is exactly one of the leaders, Kong Zhou.

Her eyes were bleeding with hatred, and she felt that they were the scourge that destroyed Xijin City, so she immediately cursed:

"Impossible! Xijin City will never fall into the hands of you people!"

Hearing Gong Wuyou's voice, Kong Zhou's eyes lit up instantly, he hurriedly hid behind his younger brother, and happily ordered: "Today is really a coincidence, just now the young master asked me to pay attention to Gong Wuyou, so I saw someone."

"These two are definitely not easy to deal with. You all go to me and catch them all alive!"

Fang Xingjian frowned, and the more he panicked, the calmer he became, and he quickly took out some hemostatic elixir from the storage bag and stuffed them into the wound of "Chiyu".

This group of people is not beyond the golden core stage, even if they can't win all, at least they can hang around for a while and buy some more time.

Fang Xingjian stood alone in front of the enemy, surrounded by a scene of blood and flesh. The evening cloud gauze and black hair behind his head were blown together by the wind. The clean breath around him seemed to be able to purify this place. It was so holy that people couldn't move their eyes away.

It was too late to say it, and then a group of demon cultivators didn't drag their feet. Hidden weapons pierced through the wind and came straight to him.

Fang Xingjian's movements were very agile, he could block with the sword, and the sound of iron objects colliding could be heard endlessly.

After several fights, his breath gradually became a little unstable, and the tiger's mouth holding the long sword was a little numb. When he stretched out his hand to brush the blade, he was smashed into many gaps.

Fang Xingjian frowned, he finally realized that those hidden weapons and the guns that broke the door were probably not weapons that could be stopped easily.

Realizing this, Fang Xingjian didn't delay any longer, and lightly tapped the tortoise shell hanging by his side with his fingertips, and suddenly the golden light shone brightly, pushing all the demon cultivators in front of him out.

After a while, the tortoise returned to calm, Fang Xingjian didn't say anything, he turned his head and picked up Gong Wuyou from the water channel and carried it on his back, then pulled Wen Ziyi, and left here in a blink of an eye.

****

After running around, Fang Xingjian finally found a small medicine shop, which even had a clean water tank and gauze.He washed off the stains on his hands, quickly took off Wen Ziyi's clothes, put the remaining elixir into the wound, and carefully bandaged the wound.

After finishing all this work, his forehead was covered with a light layer of sweat, and before he had time to wipe it off, he asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Wen Ziyi's long eyelashes drooped, falling from the white gauze on his chest to Fang Xingjian's slender fingertips, took out a handkerchief to help him wipe off the sweat on his forehead, his face was already rosy, but his tone was pretending to be weak:

"No problem."

The □□ inserted into his chest is made of ancient black iron, even if the purity is not high, but it is accurate to kill ordinary magicians.

Wen Ziyi's dealing with it is just a matter of fuss, and there is no need to hurt herself in the slightest.

It's just that it seems more cost-effective to get Master's care in exchange for a little injury.

Just like looking at the distress on Fang Xingjian's face now, he would rather be stabbed four or five more times, even thinking secretly, if he loses half his life because of this, will the master find out the reason later, will he soften his heart a bit?

Naturally, Fang Xingjian didn't know about his flamboyant nature, and felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was a little turbulent, and he thought it was because of his injury.

He followed him and suffered countless injuries. Fang Xingjian sighed, and took out another suit of clothes to help him put on:

"Why don't you always listen to me? Why do you have to block it yourself? Are you really unable to deal with those demon cultivators?"

Wen Ziyi's golden pupils became deep, he used to be aware of people's emotions, not to mention that in front of him was the master he knew best.

Her lips pursed, and her mouth was filled with grievance: "I, I just..."

He grabbed Fang Xingjian's hand that was about to let go, stuck it to his face, rubbed it fondly, and said cautiously:

"It's nothing, I can deal with it even with another dozen."

"It's just that at that time, I was so scared that my heart was shaking, and I rushed up before I thought about what to do."

Fang Xingjian couldn't see his trembling eyes, but his expression softened, and he rubbed the top of his hair.

His familiar puppy seems to be back.

"Forget it, I just have to put my own safety first in the future."

"Also, thank you."

Thank you for saving me again.

Wen Ziyi showed a rare smile: "You never have to thank me, this is what I want to do for you."

After Fang Xingjian settled the two of them down, he decided to go out to see the situation outside.

"Chiyu" was seriously injured, he didn't want him to face the battlefield again, and Xiao Yu'er was just a little monk in the Qi refining period, so he was powerless.

Wen Ziyi stared at his sleeves, followed with a trace of consciousness, leaning against the wall and waiting for Master to come back.

Not long after Fang Xingjian stepped out of the small pharmacy, he heard a human voice not far away. It sounded somewhat familiar. He quietly hid himself in the dark, leaned against the outer wall, and released his spiritual consciousness to cover the small house.

The person inside said: "I just met Gong Wuyou's mermaid. I don't know what kind of monster is following her. I hurt all over from the beating. Fortunately, the young master gave me the medicine, otherwise I would have lost half my life." !"

It was Kong Zhou who was complaining just now with flowers on his brows.

Fang Xingjian secretly calculated in his heart that there is no one called the young master in the original book, and according to what Moxiu said, this person might have something to do with the chaos in Xijin City.

Where is Gong Xiangdi and what is the current situation? If some information can be pried out from him, the three of them will not be running around like headless chickens.

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian leaned close to the paper window and listened carefully to the conversation of the people inside.

A thick male voice said: "Let's go find the young master together in a while, and ask him to send some more people. Gong Wuyou's group of people are difficult to deal with."

Kong Zhou replied: "Isn't it?"

Fang Xingjian listened carefully.

However, the topic changed inside, the thick male voice panted twice, and said frivolously, "How's your injury?"

Kong Zhou's voice became sweet and seductive, and his robe rustled, "Why don't you take a look—"

A moment later, the two were roaring and panting like glue.

Fang Xingjian blushed when he heard it outside, and some of the monks were Taoist couples of the same sex, but this was the first time he heard it with his own ears.

Compared with the absurdity of Bai Xinghua in the storybook, this eclectic scene is really abrupt and intuitive.

He backed away from the wall, subconsciously stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, only feeling itchy.

Although Fang Jianxiu has never seen how a real Taoist couple should practice together, he always feels that it is a bit weird for two men to be together.

He was so ashamed that he scratched all over, turned around and wanted to leave this place, but he didn't expect that he accidentally stepped on a small magic weapon.

"Snapped."

The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but I didn't expect that the two people in the house had already discovered it!

Because those ear-piercing panting sounds had stopped abruptly.

Without even thinking about it, he ran in the opposite direction. There were still "Chiyu" and Xiao Yu'er in the pharmacy, so he couldn't lure Moxiu there.

Just a few steps away, someone is chasing after him:

"Come on, come on, and break the chalcedony incense, I really don't know if you are an enemy or a friend~"

Such a rippling voice could only be Kong Zhou who was still loved just now.

Fang Xingjian's eyebrows twitched, and his steps paused for half a minute.

Chalcedony incense?

Kong Zhou doesn't look very good, but the person who can be given medicine by the young master himself will not be a real wine bag.

He is strong because of his extremely fast speed. Fang Xingjian has no cultivation base blessing, let alone Kong Zhou's opponent, and he was chased after a while.

Kong Zhou was ruined by him, he didn't put on his clothes properly, his outer robe was hanging obliquely on his body, and his belt was half tied, revealing his pink and tender skin inside, and his spring light leaked out for three thousand miles.

The two chased and ran into a dark alley. The air here was a bit turbid, but there was less of the bloody smell of corpses, and more of an ambiguous fragrance.

Fang Xingjian had Mu Yunsha and didn't notice anything, but Kong Zhou was already emotionally moved to the extreme, he looked around the dark alley, and cried inwardly.

Hurriedly wrapping his arms around his neck with one hand, panting twice and threateningly:

"I advise you to stay still. I don't like blood, but that doesn't mean I don't kill people."

Fang Xingjian was not an obedient person, he pulled out his long sword in an instant, desperately trying to break free from Kong Zhou's bondage.

After some action, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Kong Zhou's eyes:

"Let me go, or fight to the death."

Kong Zhou leaned against the wall and snorted, "You are already a turtle in the urn, don't you have any self-awareness?"

The long sword lay across Kong Zhou's neck, suddenly drawing a bloodstain.

Fang Xingjian repeated indifferently: "Then let's fight."

He could see that Kong Zhou couldn't fight him now, otherwise he would be knocked unconscious the first time he was caught.

Kong Zhou touched the bloodstain on his neck and couldn't help cursing, even though he felt extremely uncomfortable, he shot angrily.

After several fights, Fang Xingjian only heard a crackling sound in his ears, as if some fragrance broke into his breath through the evening cloud veil.

Kong Zhou gradually realized that the situation was not right, he quickly tightened his emotions, used a formula to wash the air in front of him, looked around again, saw the pink chalcedony incense that was almost condensed into a substance, and couldn't help but cursed again.

"You're fucking poisonous, right? Where are you going to open some chalcedony incense!"

Fang Xingjian also realized that something was wrong, put his sword aside and stood aside, the tip of his nose gradually turned red, his mouth was dry and his heart was beating fast.

A large part of chalcedony incense is stored here, and the concentration is so high that no one can come in and find them for a while.

Kong Zhou didn't dare to move lightly, he was afraid that he would inhale too much and become like those beasts who only know how to love.

They were trapped in this dark alley.

Fang Xingjian recited the Qingxin formula silently in his heart, until he barely suppressed the beating in his heart, he asked, "Chalcedony fragrance?"

Kong Zhou was so angry that he naturally lost his temper: "You still know this thing?"

"My young master used chalcedony incense in the inner city for three days, and the group of dog-like nobles have honestly turned into animals."

Fang Xingjian frowned, he only knew that if a gentleman had such a thing, how could he appear in Xijin City out of thin air?

"Who is your young master?"

Kong Zhou sneered, looked Fang Xingjian up and down, and looked at the blush face but was a little distracted.

Reluctantly forcing himself to recall the appearance of his lover, he coughed softly again: "Do you think I'm stupid? I will tell you the young master."

When he mentioned the young master, his tone became more respectful, and he complained: "The Xijin City has been occupied by those mermaids for too long, but it's just a fish, why should I ride on my head?"

"It's not the young master, I will never be able to enter the inner city for the rest of my life!"

"The young master has cleaned everything inside and outside the city. The Demon Realm should be the territory of our Demon Cultivators. Those stupid fishes should go back to their trenches and fall asleep!"

Fang Xingjian nodded, and followed his words: "I am afraid your young master has been here for a long time."

Kong Zhou pouted and thought for a while, then proudly said: "In less than a month, Xijin City can be overthrown like this, you can't imagine it!"

Fang Xingjian: "Well, I didn't expect that."

Kong Zhou was a little dizzy from the fragrance of chalcedony, and he didn't feel that the other party was trying to trick him: "The young master is different from me. I can only manage those little bastards in the outer city. The young master has already lived in the palace. Go and seize the power of Gong Xiangdi."

"Oh?"

"Believe it or not, Gong Xiangdi thought that everything was safe outside, but he didn't know that all his subordinates were killed by the young master."

Fang Xingjian gradually couldn't hold it anymore, the chalcedony fragrance was too powerful, which made him think something he shouldn't have, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"elder brother..."

Seeing his emotional expression, Kong Zhou felt a little more itchy in his heart.

"The palace family's building is about to collapse, why should you protect Gong Wuyou's safety, why don't you come with me—"

The white gauze covered half of his face, only showing his tall nose bridge and bright red lips. The light blue coat was lifted up to the neckline, and even his Adam's apple was tightly covered.

But it makes people feel lust | desire.

Kong Zhou took two steps forward, reaching out his hand to try to remove his veil.

But it was snapped open by Fang Xingjian.

He covered his red hand and raised his head angrily, but he heard Fang Xingjian's unbearable muffled sound.

Kong Zhou knew that this was the onset of chalcedony fragrance.

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Look at you like this, no wonder he doesn't want to touch you. With this look, who would want to make you cry."

Fang Xingjian felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest, even his fingertips were twitching, and his voice was so hoarse that he said, "Get lost."

"Oh, oh, I can't even say a few words, I have a really big temper."

Kong Zhou looked at him with a smile, and said in an ambiguous tone, "It seems that I am wronging you."

"The way that young master looks at you almost kills you. He's even more ruthless than the one in my family. Don't tell me I'm wrong."

Fang Xingjian retorted subconsciously: "We are just friends, not as dirty as you said."

Kong Zhou laughed softly, approached him with viciousness, and blew on Fang Xingjian's ear:

"It's so categorical, then let me ask you—"

"Who are you thinking about now? Chalcedony incense is not a good thing, but it can let you know who you are thinking..."

"Who do you want to kiss, hug, even want to be with him..."

He leaned close to Fang Xingjian's ear, and the last two words were like a bomb, igniting Fang Xingjian's consciousness, crazily missing that familiar voice.

That poor puppy.

Fang Xingjian's legs were a little weak, and he slid along the wall to the ground, hugging his knees and panting heavily, his back was almost wet with sweat.

Akadama, Akadama, Akadama, Akadama——

The image of him calling his brother softly is all in his mind, all is the image of him in his imagination.

Fang Xingjian was forced to face up to his own desires.

In a trance, he seemed to hear that familiar voice rushing to him through the chalcedony fragrance that was hazy like a thick fog, and hugged him gently.

He might be in a daze, but he heard a familiar voice calling him softly, calling him Master.

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