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

Wen Ziyi finally found a quiet and clean hut, took out a brand new bag from the storage bag, leaned on the couch, and used herself as a meat pad, letting Fang Xingjian lean on her arms.

He was once plotted against by Bai Xinghua, and those who were infested with chalcedony incense had to face the danger of becoming obsessed, or they could only try to get rid of it.

He would not let Fang Xingjian take risks.

Two powerful arms held Fang Xingjian firmly in his arms, the wound on his chest was bleeding again, the hot air from Wen Ziyi's breath would always sweep over Fang Xingjian's cheeks, his messy long hair was intertwined, it was rare to be a bit charming .

Fang Xingjian's body is so sensitive that it can vibrate even with the slightest touch.However, at this time, there was a burst of moist and scorching heat spreading in his auricles. Apart from the moist and hot breath, there was also a demon that bewitched people to do evil, gently twitching by his ears, stirring his drowsy brain.

"Let me help you, okay?"

Fang Xingjian was hot all over, but the person holding him was even hotter than him, which made his forehead sweat profusely, and he felt unwell.

"Let... let me go."

As soon as the voice came out, even he was startled. How could such a tone of refusal and welcome come out of his mouth.

The strength to hold him was even stronger, as if to crush him, the man lowered his head, and dropped a series of pecks on Fang Xingjian's cheeks, like a little puppy acting coquettishly.

Fang Xingjian felt even more embarrassed, a blush burned from the base of his ears to the tip of his nose, he was exhausted all over, the force of pushing back was like a cat's scratching, how could he see the courage of a sword cultivator.

He yelled hoarsely, "Let me go."

Wen Ziyi's golden pupils were heavy, feeling the strength on her arm, she didn't know how much reason she had to restrain her emotions.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if coaxing a child to drink medicine, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was bewitching: "Your current physique, you can't resist it."

"I won't let you take any chances."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Xingjian's eyes suddenly widened, those eyes that were originally hidden in love were covered with shadows, the long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled in a panic, and his face was instantly blushed.

"Chiyu, no, let me go, I'll figure it out myself!"

Wen Ziyi let out a low laugh, and ignored it, hugged the person in front of her chest tightly with one hand, turned her head and lightly pecked at Master's burning ear.

"Be good, okay, I won't hurt you."

I don't know which one is hotter, the tip of the tongue or the earlobe which is almost red and ripe. For a moment, Fang Xingjian felt as if he had fallen from the clouds, and his breathing was so rapid that he couldn't even speak coherently.

Nothing more than broken rejection and unbearable moaning.

In the end, the smell of chalcedony incense diffused with Fang Xingjian's panting, as if he was fished out of the water, the whole room exuded an ambiguous smell, and there was a bit of the bloody smell of Wen Ziyi's ruptured wound.

Wen Ziyi pinched his body, helped him change into clean clothes, and then put him down from his arms, and squatted aside to look carefully at the face of the master.

Speaking of which, he has been affected by those in his life, and it seems that he has never looked at the appearance of the master carefully.

Unexpectedly, he was born so lovable.

Wen Ziyi's long eyelashes drooped down, covering the deep longing in her pupils, her fingertips slowly dropped from between Fang Xingjian's lightly frowned brows, across the tall nose bridge and bright red lips, and finally touched the round earlobe that he had lightly bitten superior.

Black hair, white skin, red marks.

Like a messy scroll.

With his fingertips, he brushed away the hair around Fang Xingjian's chin, leaned down, and gave a more tender and delicate kiss than before, leaving a string of red marks.

One day in the Demon Realm, one year in the world.

He has been here without authorization for an unknown amount of time, and what is the condition of his physical body in the human world.

No matter how reluctant he is, he has no choice but to leave the master.

"Don't go." Wen Ziyi hadn't stood up yet, but someone hurriedly grabbed her hand.

Even though he was already drowsy, he still paid attention to the movement of this person.

"Chiyu, don't go."

Wen Ziyi stared straight at the hand, paused for a while, and then let out a low sigh between his lips and teeth.

"Akadama..."

He suddenly leaned down again, pressed against Fang Xingjian's face, and said softly: "I'm leaving, can you come and find me?"

Fang Xingjian's mind was muddled, so he couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he just murmured to tell him not to leave.

Wen Ziyi lowered her eyelashes to cover the gloom in her eyes, and still gently helped him fasten the loose belt, her chest was already wet with blood, but he turned a blind eye to it.

"Master, I am not just him."

"But I'm so afraid that you will remember it, and that you will find out..."

He didn't speak any more, but stretched out his fingertips and gently sent Fang Xingjian a trace of spiritual consciousness, explaining his whereabouts clearly.

Finally buried it in his neck, sniffing his scent lightly.

When Fang Xingjian woke up again, he felt refreshed all over his body. It was only after a while that his memory came back that he realized what he had done.

"Ah..." He held his head, and it was difficult to accept the reality for a while.

Although he had felt it for a long time, his attitude towards Chiyu gradually changed, and he vaguely knew what he wanted.

However, he never expected that the relationship between the two would be messed up like this because of a chalcedony fragrance.

Fang Xingjian leaned helplessly on the couch, with a tired expression on his face, he murmured: "I haven't formed a Taoist couple yet..."

"I feel a little wronged for him."

He hadn't thought about the Taoist couple in his whole life, but before the relationship was settled, he explained himself first. It wasn't that he was rigid, but he always felt that it was a bit out of common sense.

It is inevitable that I feel sorry for that silly puppy.

Fang Xingjian thought about it for a long time, and he remembered that the man told him that he went to the human world.

That being the case, let's wait for him to recover his cultivation and return to the human world, and then he will personally mention the Taoist couple to Chiyu.

After making a decision, Fang Xingjian still rubbed the hilt of the sword nervously with his fingertips, stood up from the soft couch after a while, and searched back along his spiritual sense.

"Fang Xingjian! Where have you been, where is Chiyu?" Gong Wuyou couldn't help feeling a little worried when he saw him who had changed his clothes again, "Are you injured?"

Fang Xingjian shook his head, put aside the topic, and simply told Gong Wuyou the information that Kong Zhou revealed yesterday.

"Chiyu has important things to do, so let's find a way to find Gong Xiangdi first. I always feel that not only one side is involved in the pool of water in Xijin City."

Gong Wuyou was subconsciously led away by his topic, and nodded heavily.

"After you left yesterday, those gangsters came back again. Chiyu cleaned them up. There shouldn't be any enemies outside. I'll take you to the palace first."

Gong Wuyou pursed her lips: "If it's what Kong Zhou said, he, he was coaxed around, I think those old servants will have some ideas."

Fang Xingjian turned his head to the side and asked doubtfully, "Old servant?"

Gong Wuyou nodded: "After the death of my father and mother, my brother and I depended on each other for life. There are also many old servants in the palace who helped us grow up. My brother respects them very much."

Fang Xingjian nodded casually, he needs to get busy with some things now, otherwise he will always think about another person, what he is doing, and what secrets he has.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, let's go and have a look first."

****

Without Kong Zhou and others making trouble, Gong Wuyou quickly found the gate of the palace.

Just as Fang Xingjian narrated, outside the high walls of the palace were damaged corpses, but inside it was calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

Fang Xingjian brought Gong Wuyou to hide himself at the door, but before he carefully released his spiritual sense to investigate, he heard Gong Wuyou shout:

"Grandma Qu!"

Fang Xing's heart sank, his hand was already on the long sword, and he waited for a while, but no one made a move.

Before his doubts dissipated, he heard Gong Wuyou swimming through the water channel, followed by the sound of wooden plates falling to the ground.

"Grandma Qu, why are you here!"

Fang Xingjian originally wanted to release his spiritual consciousness, but found that the spiritual consciousness in the palace could not release five feet, which meant that he could barely feel the existence of Gong Wuyou and himself.

Other than that, there is no contact with others.

Just like the situation encountered in Ning'an Temple.

He groped and walked over. After a few steps, his fingertips had already touched Gong Wuyou, but his spiritual sense could only feel the two of them.

Where is Granny Qu whom she kept calling out?

It was rare for Gong Wuyou to see a close acquaintance, so he was already very excited, and now he even rushed forward and shook Granny Qu's arm, trying to get her to notice him.

However, with just a slight tug, Gong Wuyou watched as he dislocated Granny Qu's arm.

The skillful hands that braided her hair and made her clothes since she was a child were dangling in the sleeves, but Granny Qu didn't realize it, she was still facing the direction she was going, and walked forward step by step.

Like an unconscious puppet.

Her eyes widened, she let out a sharp cry like a small animal, subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and when she touched Fang Xingjian's fingertips, her whole body trembled.

Fang Xingjian had already guessed half of it, and a bit of anger was already growing in his heart, so he calmly said:

"Little Yu'er, how many people are there within five feet?"

Gong Wuyou turned her head and glanced blankly, counting silently in her heart, in just a split second, she understood Fang Xingjian's implication——

She took a deep breath, only feeling chills all over her body, and the wind was blowing, she turned her head and said tremblingly:

"Counting us, the maidservants behind Granny Qu, within five feet, there are seven of them."

Fang Xingjian understood it, drew out his long sword and placed it in front of him, and with his other hand vigorously picked up Gong Wuyou in the waterway, letting her hug his shoulders tightly.

"But I only saw two alive."

"In this palace in front of me, I'm afraid most of the people have become puppets."

He sneered, kicked away the rocks under his feet, and walked along the edge of the waterway towards the gate of the main hall.

"I finally understand what Ruoming is trying to trick me to Penglai Island. The plan is the ghost of Xijin City."

Even though those who died were all demon cultivators and had nothing to do with him, Fang Xingjian only felt that such a bloody massacre made him sick, and those stories in the original plot were being played out one after another.

It's just that Gong Xiangdi's tyrannical massacre attracted many other forces, such as the chalcedony incense of the succubus, the Yin spirit of Ning'an Temple, and Zhou Yunyi, a ghost cultivator who can control ghosts.

Fang Xingjian almost gritted his teeth, and the strength of holding the long sword increased a little, "Chalcedony incense, succubus, ghost, ghost."

"This group of scum really lingers."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-2521:46:56~2021-04-2722:42:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Su Su;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 15 for Susu; 2 for don’t eat cantaloupe;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Baishan; 10 bottles of New Year's Eating; 4 bottles of awslee; 2 bottles of Fanyi soup;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!