[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

The head of the sect had a pale face, and said please in keeping with everyone's demeanor.

"The guest of this seat likes your eldest disciple. In exchange for him, within five years, my teacher will stop doing evil, and the flag will die down. How about it?"

"Presumptuous! Even a mere devil dares to utter nonsense, and you can slander our senior brother!" A disciple was furious, but was pressed down by Fang Muyu. They shook their heads to show that there was no problem, and then turned to the leader: "Yes, but please remember what you said."

"No, the leader. I didn't ask for such a thing. Why did the leader decide on his own?" Fang Muyu was taken aback by another voice, and then seemed to have lost the ability to move, his blood froze, and he stayed there.

This voice was very familiar to Fang Muyu's ears. Even if that person was wearing a mask, he could still tell who the familiar figure in front of him was.

"Jiang……"

The words were choked by the throat, Fang Muyu's eyes were round, the person in front of him was elegant, like a banished fairy, not at all like the cynical little uncle back then.

"Yuan, why did you come out? You are not in good health, be good, go back." Yi Guli changed his expression instantly, full of pampering and flattering.

It's Jiang Wuyuan!Isn't it Jiang Wuren?

It couldn't be Jiang Wuyuan!

! !

All the people in the seat were dumbfounded.

"Junior brother? Are you a junior brother?!"

The man frowned, and hid behind Yi Gu: "I don't know you guys."

Yi Gu immediately protected him behind him: "What are you doing! These are people from this seat, let's see your heads!"

"Master." The man nodded and said: "Let's go, don't be self-willed." Then he bowed his hands to everyone in the audience: "The Qingping people here will persuade the leader to return to good. Doing evil in the church is also a matter of the previous generation. The leader is young, I hope you...can give the leader a chance to repent."

"Yuan! What are you talking about!" Yi Gu got anxious and pulled his hand: "Don't beg them! Don't beg anyone!"

Yi Yuan pulled out his hand, bowed again, then stood up and patted his head: "Master, let's go back."

"What you say is what you say." Yi Gu looked back at the elders, with a straight face: "This time, I don't care about you."

Everyone in the hall had a bad expression on their faces, and what they saw was unexpected and felt unreal.

"Brother Sect Leader... that is Xiao Liu, how could he do that!"

"Okay, all disciples, step down, come here, youngest, fourth, and fifth." The headmaster didn't say anything else, and went to the back hall first.

At this time, a figure rushed out, and stopped in front of the two when everyone had no energy to control.

Fang Muyu's expression was ugly, staring at the mask that got in the way, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she choked up and said:

"Jiang Wuyuan, you can't lie to me, how long do you want to play! I have been waiting for you for seven years, but you colluded with the Demon Cult? What do you think of me? What do you think of my sister?!"

Yi Yuan took the initiative to take the leader's hand and walked around him as if he didn't hear it: "Let's go."

The leader laughed immediately: "Listen to you."

"Stop!" Fang Muyu yelled desperately, but after these two words, it was like a fire being poured out by a basin of ice water, and his voice lowered, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Jiang Wuyuan... It's really you who are better! .”

Yi Yuan looked back at him with a natural look in his eyes: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Jiang Wuyuan," Fang Muyu raised his head, his eyes were already red: "I can't beat you, are you satisfied?"

Seven years, really know how to play.

Okay, I can't play you, really can't play, you are too elusive, I can't see you, so I lose.

Fang Muyu didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't know what counted as winning or losing, he only knew that he was about to collapse now, even if he lost, it was really tormented, he was left cold like this for seven years, he didn't even know that he How did you get here.

Yi Yuan frowned: "My name is not Jiang Wuyuan."

"..." Fang Muyu stood there in a daze for a while and then murmured, "I see."

Demon religion is teaching.

Yi Yuan took off his mask and touched Yi Gu's face: "You can leave in a few days, I don't want to involve another person, go to Luohun Valley to find a person named Mu Jie, he will treat you Good." I'm sorry Mu Jie.

"No complaints?"

"Ok?"

"You... don't want me anymore?"

Yi Gu was on the verge of crying, tears glistened in his red eyes, his innocent appearance could not tell that he was a member of the Demon Cult, such a face, such an expression, really...

Can't move him.

Jiang Wuyuan thinks he has a heart of stone, perhaps because he is used to watching life and death, he treats it as a game in and out of the play.

"Will you believe me?" But no matter how indifferent he was, Jiang Wuyuan didn't show it. He was quite kind to this person whom he had used for seven years.

Although in the past seven years, Jiang Wuyuan has only been here for one month because of the traceability pearl given by Po Meng.

"Of course, Yuan says what he says!" Yi Gu lowered his head and rubbed against Jiang Wuresent's palm: "Then I'll go back to my room first!"

"okay."

Under Jiang Wuyuan's instructions, Heiwu controlled Yi Gu when he entered the room, so that Jiang Wuyuan's plan would not be complicated, and he would not have to worry about the future.

Fang Muyu in the room was a little out of his mind. He hadn't noticed this kind of mood before, but this time it was especially obvious.

In the past, Jiang Wuyuan was the only one around him, and all his tender care was given to him, but this time it was different, that leader was so dazzling for some reason.

At this time, Fang Muyu realized that he might not only have some feelings for Jiang Wuyuan, but he could calmly analyze his own situation at any time. The complexion is wonderful.

The next day.

Jiang Wuyuan tidied up his clothes, handed Yi Gu to Luohun Valley, looked at Mu Jie with a smile on his face as if he had eaten a fly, and took off the demon cult leader's order from Yi Gu's belt.

Weighing the black token for a while, Mu Jie said with a grim expression, "Jiang Wuyuan, if you do this...are you afraid of being accused of betraying your master?"

"I've betrayed more than once or twice, so it doesn't matter if there is one more." Jiang Wuchen touched Yi Gu's head and secretly stopped him from speaking, watching him open his mouth desperately trying to speak but couldn't, endured it laugh.

"Okay, okay, take this leader away, and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests with wild clouds and wild cranes. As for me, I will do my thing and change the world for peace."

Mu Jie said: "Who else knows your plan?"

"Well... the head of the sect knew about my plan more than ten years ago. Now, all the brothers and sisters should know about it."

"What about your little apprentice?"

Jiang Wuyuan changed the subject, but did not answer: "It's getting late, you guys should leave quickly."

Mu Jie pouted, and finally left with Yi Gu in his arms.

There was no second person in the huge hall, Jiang Wuyuan finally relaxed, lay on his side on the high seat that was wide enough for two people to lie on, picked up a fruit, and thought about the next steps with a smile.

That night, Jiang Wuqiu was wearing only an undershirt, and he was casting shadows. He sat on the roof of the main hall, placed several jars of wine, poured a glass, and paid respects to the ghostly moon. look where.

"Jiang Wuyuan."

A voice suddenly appeared from behind.

Jiang Wuyuan stopped moving, and after recovering, he drank a glass of wine sullenly: "There is no Jiang Wuyuan here."

Fang Muyu walked to him and sat down: "You still remember me."

This is an affirmative sentence, but Jiang Wuyuan just handed over a wine glass, as if he knew he would come.

"Jiang Wuyuan!" Fang Muyu raised his voice.

"Okay, what's the use of getting entangled with these things." Jiang Wuchen's expression was indifferent, as if he really didn't care.

"Yes, it's useless." Fang Muyu nodded in desperation and looked away, "I didn't know that seven years of waiting got you such an attitude!"

Jiang Wuyuan simply put a jar of wine in front of him, he prepared a different plan this time, he didn't use white lies to deceive him, because this apprentice was so smart that he didn't need to talk nonsense, so he simply confessed.

"I had a plan a long time ago. If you can cooperate with me and pretend that you don't know, I will give you peace in the world. It can be regarded as fulfilling the wish of senior sister and you. How about it?"

After piercing the last layer of window paper, Fang Muyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip as if he had expected it a long time ago.

"What do you want to do?"

"Your sister was killed by someone from the Demon Cult. My heart was lost because of the sacrifice at that time. It was because of the hard work of my brothers and sisters that I was able to survive. Uncle Shi, your cultivation is also stagnant at Nascent Soul and you can't make any progress. These should be the exact words Mu Jie told you, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

Jiang Wuyuan smiled, looking at the moon with a lonely look in his eyes: "I have always felt guilty towards you, I don't know if you will forgive me in the end, all I do now is for..."

The last sentence was blown in the wind, and Fang Muyu suddenly felt that this Jiang Wuresent was very strange. The Jiang Wushen he had seen before usually had a ruffian tone who was afraid of chaos in the world, and sometimes he was nervous and made him very speechless. Look like this today.

Persistence and vulnerability.

"I don't want to explain what happened that year, so you can just treat me as your enemy." Jiang Wuchen stood up, the wind on the roof was very strong, he stood there, covered by the clear light of the huge moon behind him His long untwisted hair brushed against his tall nose and overly pale cheeks, as if he was about to ride the wind.

Too illusory, Fang Muyu's heart twitched for no reason.

Is this his real expression or just to win his sympathy, he thought to himself.After a while, Fang Muyu sighed, unwilling to guess again: "I don't want to say that I won't force you, just trust you once."

Jiang Wuyuan laughed after hearing this, especially brilliantly, and returned to his familiar appearance: "The apprentice is really caring!"

Fang Muyu pursed her mouth and turned her head, not wanting to say more, so she offered one word:

"roll."