The plot sum is against this seat [Transmigration Book]

"Tang'er, take care of yourself first," Shen Chunmian said dryly to the man on the couch, "I'll come to see you when I'm free."

Yun Shutang's eyes were full of reluctance, but he didn't hold back, he only pretended to get up again: "Master, let Tang'er see you off."

"Don't bother." Shen Chunmian hurriedly gave Hua Yin who was beside him a look, and asked him to step forward to stop Yun Shutang, "The important thing is that you take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, he turned around impatiently, and followed Fu Le out of the palace gate.

Yun Shutang tilted his head, and saw the back of Shen Chunmian leaving from the small window beside the couch. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there was a hint of running away in that figure.

Immediately, his fingers moved down slowly, fastened the clothes that had just been opened, and then turned his head to look at Hua Yin. Hua Yin immediately understood, leaned over and put his ear to his lips: "What do you want, young master?"

There was a whisper between the two of them for a while.

Not long after, Shen Chunmian's figure disappeared outside the courtyard, a few thick and heavy clouds gathered above the sky, and the cold wind blowing in the air suddenly stopped.

It seems like a storm is coming.

"Hua Yin, go and close the doors and windows," Yun Shutang said lightly, "I'm afraid there will be heavy rain in a while."

"Yes." Hearing this, Hua Yin quickly trot over and closed the door and window.

At the same time, in the west wing of the Ecstasy Garden.

Jiang Zhufeng and Shen Wenru were lying on two bamboo beds respectively, while the former's brows were tightly knit, as if trapped in a deep nightmare.

The scene in the dream was very chaotic, but he was always looking at the repeated scenes in front of him helplessly and indifferently from the perspective of a bystander.

He saw himself beheading the hateful Shen Chunmian over and over again. He walked up the long steps, step by step with bloody footprints, and Shen Chunmian in front of him seemed to have turned into a blood-red shadow in a trance. .

How strange, how can such a dirty person still have bright red blood on his body?

But the next moment, he pointed his sword at the master who brought him back to the Qingyun sect, gave him food and clothing, and taught him to read and write, the teacher he respected most in this world.

"You clearly know that Shen Wenru is trapped in the Lihen Sect, but why do you still refuse to go to save people?" Jiang Zhufeng seldom lost control like this, he said hoarsely, "Why?"

"Shen Xianjing, the master of Qianyu Pavilion of the Qingyun School, is not only good at controlling martial arts," Jiang Zhufeng paused, and then said, "And he is proficient in spells. You have already determined our destiny from the very beginning, didn't you?"

"Master, when you brought Chasing Wind back to the Qingyun Sect, did you see the orphan whose parents died, or did you see the orphan's future fortune?"

Shen Xian was shocked and said expressionlessly: "Only you can save him, Chasing the Wind."

Yes, only he can save Shen Wenru in this world.

It seems that he has fallen in love with Shen Wenru since the first time he saw him. He is always so fragile, but at the same time so tough.

No, no, he doesn't love Shen Wenru.

He didn't want to put himself in danger to save this senior brother whom he had met only a few times, even if it was to repay Shen Xianjing's kindness in nurturing him, he should find a few more experts from the faction to go with him, and he shouldn't be foolishly alone People go to die.

But he couldn't speak out, couldn't escape, and couldn't stop pulling the silk thread that manipulated him in the dark.

The silk thread on his body was pulled tighter and tighter, and he felt that he was about to suffocate to death.

The next moment, Jiang Zhufeng woke up from the nightmare.

His whole body was almost drenched in sweat, and his silvery white hair was sticking to his cheeks, a little itchy.

Jiang Zhufeng reached out and brushed his long hair casually, then turned to look at the person lying on the bamboo couch beside him.

In order to escape his fate, he even fled to northern border by himself half a month ago. He thought he could successfully avoid this plot, but unexpectedly, when he arrived in the snowy area of ​​northern border, he bumped into a group of people The spirit beast drove him out of the northern border all the way.

Immediately afterwards, some difficult monks chased him down to the south.

All kinds of strange events finally pushed him out of the Lihen Sect. He came here to rescue Shen Wenru, rather than to escape for his life.

I don't know if it was Jiang Zhufeng's illusion, but he always felt that just before he passed out, his arm seemed to sting, like a bee sting, and a little numb.

He immediately opened his sleeves, and sure enough, he saw a small needle hole on his forearm.

Who did it?

Immediately afterwards, he turned over Shen Wenru's body again, and sure enough, he saw an identical red spot on his right arm.

That is to say, the person who was hiding in the dark and making shady tricks should have brought down Shen Wenru first, and then attacked him.

At this moment, Fu Le brought Shen Chunmian to the door of the wing room, chattering and repeating his innocence: "Master, I swear to God, I never touched them on the way, besides, If the subordinates really want to do something, they must wait until they are on the road, and then send someone to assassinate them, so that they don't need to dirty their hands, and they won't make you angry, you said..."

"Okay," Shen Chunmian almost vomited from his nagging all the way, "I believe you are innocent, okay?"

Shen Chunmian knew Fu Le well in his heart, and thought that although he was a fool, he was not a real fool. In the second half of his swearing just now, Shen Chunmian reckoned that it should be his true thoughts.

Throwing people down at the door of the Lihen Sect was too obvious. If Fu Le didn't want to come back, he would send him to sweep the floor outside the door. He probably wouldn't be able to do such a stupid thing.

Seeing that he still trusted her, Fu Le couldn't help showing a touch of emotion on her face, and said for Shen Chunmian very earnestly: "Then this subordinate won't be in the way anymore, so I'll go outside and call Luyu over here. She knows a little bit about medical skills, so she might know the reason why these two people fainted suddenly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Chunmian stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, you accompany me in."

Fu Le was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any further questions, just nodded obediently: "Yes."

Shen Chunmian frowned unconsciously.

If it wasn't for the fear that Jiang Zhufeng would suddenly go crazy again, he wouldn't want to carry this talkative talisman with him all the time, but if he didn't catch anyone, he didn't know how much hatred this mouth could bring him.

Shen Chunmian thought for a moment, before entering the door, he still cast a curse on Fu Le, blocking his ears and mouth: "For a while, you will treat yourself as a vase, if he suddenly goes crazy, you will come over and block it for me." Go up a block."

Although Fu Le didn't understand that their leader has a dignified body, and it's just a matter of raising his hand to handle that white-haired beauty, why should he borrow the help of a mediocre person who has been unable to enter the Nascent Soul Realm for a long time? Strength, but he can't ask questions now, so he can only nod aggrievedly.

After making full preparations, Shen Chunmian finally pushed the door open, and the wooden door creaked, and then he caught Jiang Zhufeng's gaze unexpectedly.

"You...you're awake," Shen Chunmian seemed to have a mouth just now, struggling to find something to say, "The environment here seems to be pretty good, did you sleep well just now?"

Save, life... what did he say!

Sure enough, Jiang Zhufeng gave him another cold look.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward for a while.

Shen Chunmian pretended that nothing happened just now, and walked slowly to Shen Wenru's bedside, he walked very slowly, in order to give Jiang Zhufeng enough time to react, lest he suddenly pounce on him and try to pinch him .

Shen Wenru seemed to be still drowsy, but Shen Chunmian saw that his breath was steady, the same as when they met just now, so he couldn't help but breathe a little bit relieved.

But this move fell into Jiang Zhufeng's eyes, but his taste changed again.

"Shen Chunmian, what are you still pretending?" Jiang Zhufeng stared straight at him, "Even if the jackal is dressed in sheep's clothing, it is impossible to hide its true colors, even if you pretend to be a good person in this life , I will still kill you."

Shen Chunmian inexplicably had the illusion of being stared at by a wild beast, and the cold feeling climbed up from his spine, making him instinctively want to retreat.

What is this life?

He won't...Shen Chunmian's eyes widened suddenly, it turned out that he was not the only one in this world who was cheating, this Jiang Zhufeng, couldn't, couldn't be reborn, right?

No wonder his blackening value soared to 10,000+ as soon as he appeared on the stage.

And this book is quite satisfactory except for the finale. The two protagonists in the previous article are either being abused or on the way to being abused. Jiang Zhufeng has to go through such a painful plot twice alive. The blackening value is probably considered low!

Shen Chunmian wanted to cry immediately, but what kind of enmity did the customer service who pulled him into this book have with him?If he didn't come in, he would be dead at most in reality, but in this world, under this background, the customer service definitely wanted him to die badly.

Seeing the unpredictable emotions on his face, Jiang Zhufeng sneered again: "You should regret that you have lived this life again, Master Shen."

"I can't escape the reincarnation of fate, and you can't escape it either. When the time comes, I will kill you again with my own hands," Jiang Zhufeng paused, "Unless you kill me now. "

At the end, his tone suddenly dropped, not as a threat, but as a bewitching one.

"Try it," Jiang Zhufeng stood up suddenly, and put the short knife he was wearing into his hand, "Use this knife to cut open my stomach, maybe you and I will be free..."

"No," Shen Chunmian looked at him incredulously, and subconsciously wanted to let go, but Jiang Zhufeng held his hand tightly on the handle of the knife, "Let go! Jiang Zhufeng!"

Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to sink into Jiang Zhufeng's body, he seemed to have felt the soft touch after the knife pierced it.

Shen Chunmian couldn't stop feeling sick, his body trembled slightly, he tilted his head with difficulty, and shouted to Fu Le who was standing beside him stupidly: "What are you still standing there for? Come quickly and pull him away!"

It was only then that Fu Le seemed to have woken up, and flew forward to hug Jiang Zhufeng by the waist.

But I don't know if Jiang Zhufeng's desire to die is too strong, or if Fu Le's end is useless at all, the sharp tip of the knife still goes straight into Jiang Zhufeng's flesh and blood.

As soon as the dagger penetrated to a knuckle depth, Shen Chunmian couldn't hold on, and fell down.

Fu Le: ...

Woke up and dizzy, what happened today?

"Master!" Shen Chunmian fainted, and the sealing spell he had cast on Fu Le just now naturally became invalid. He immediately let go of Jiang Zhufeng, flew forward, and pinched Shen Chunmian twice in a panic. Among the people, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Although Fu Le's cultivation level is not high, but his physique is good, he quickly picked up Shen Chunmian who fell to the ground, and when he ran to the door, he still turned his head to Jiang Zhufeng and said harshly: "If our leader has Whatever the case, this Guardian Law will let you die without a place to bury you!"

Jiang Zhufeng sneered, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, pointed the tip of the sword at the cut just now, and immediately stabbed it completely into his body without leaving any room.

If he could really die without a place to bury him, that would be his wish.

It's a pity... He drew out the blood-soaked dagger, and the fatal wound on his body quickly grew new flesh and blood. In the end, the wound healed to the point where he couldn't die.

What are you pretending to be, Shen Chunmian?He thought, the acting is quite similar.

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