The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mian was slightly taken aback, and tightly clenched Yan Wugui's hand.

He could vaguely feel that things might not be that simple.

"Before I was six years old, I grew up in a family of ordinary people, my parents were healthy, and my life was ordinary... I never knew that there were any monks in this world. Until a heavy rain brought floods and the flood destroyed the entire town, I also had a relationship with My parents were separated and almost drowned," Yan Wugui said in a low voice, and unconsciously changed his name, "At my most desperate moment, Luo Yongzhao descended from the sky with a flying sword, grabbed my collar and picked him up. Take it to heaven."

Then he stopped talking, and he couldn't help laughing at himself: "Mianmian, can you understand, I was just a child at that time, what do I know? Naturally, I will regard them as heroes of the world, and worship them as gods."

"Well, this is human nature." Jiang Mian responded softly.

"They didn't send me back to the town, but took me directly to the Zongmen. Zhan Xingzong, that is a small broken place, extremely small, and the Supreme Elder is only in the late stage of integration. They told me that my My parents died in the flood and I couldn’t go back.” Yan Wugui closed his eyes, “Since then I was adopted by Luo Yongzhao and worshiped him as my teacher.

"I, like Naluo Yifan, thought that the kindness of saving my life would never be forgotten, and the kindness of the sect's upbringing and Taoism would never be repaid. I never thought about it when I devoted myself to cultivation...until I went out to practice, enlightened and cultivated my mind , but repeatedly made mistakes when breaking through the bottleneck, and managed to reach the integration stage after a desperate fight, and finally found the truth."

"Luo Yongzhao has imposed all kinds of restrictions on my skills and soul, preventing me from breaking through to the realm of transformation in this life, and making my childhood memories blurred forever. But I am stronger than he expected. These restrictions cannot stop me I."

Speaking of this, Yan Wugui was silent for a long time before continuing to recall in a low voice: "The flood was a man-made disaster deliberately created by them. My father was drowned and my mother went crazy. This seat has the opportunity to know the truth and slaughtered the entire village."

And Jiang Mian's face became more serious when he heard it: "Why did they do such a thing?"

"Because what Zhan Xingzong wants to cultivate is not me, but my indestructible sword body." A gleam of blood flashed in Yan Wugui's eyes, and it was fleeting.

"……I see."

In the original text, there is no mention of Yan Wugui's special features at all, only that he used to be a very talented swordsman... But the fact is that, all talents and physiques that are beneficial to practice will attract countless people Coveting, causing trouble inadvertently.

Otherwise, the original owner would not have been targeted by Moxiu from the very beginning.

Not to mention the extremely rare immortal sword body like Yan Wugui.

"It's ridiculous in retrospect. This so-called master planned to kill my parents, and then grandiosely brought me back to the Zhanxingzong, and regarded myself as a benefactor! I was ignorant and incompetent at that time, so naturally I would not violate any of his orders. Everything he said was taken as an imperial decree, and I firmly believed in what he said would benefit cultivation.” Yan Wugui sneered, “The Immortal Sword Body should have been born to cultivate swords, but my cultivation has progressed rapidly, but They mistakenly thought that Luo Yongzhao taught me well, and even recognized the thief as my father...as if I was born with a mistake."

"It's not your fault." Jiang Mian frowned, gently stroked his face and repeated earnestly, "Yan Wugui, it's not your fault."

"But not only that, Mianmian, not only that."

"Okay, say it, I'll listen."

"The entire sect, my senior brothers and sisters, the elders, the head who took good care of me, the steward who dealt with me often, and even the cook who cooked for me at the beginning...Everyone of them is Liar, they all joined together to deceive me and spy on me," Yan Wugui changed his voice as he spoke, his tone suddenly alienated as if he was talking about someone else, "That sword repairer Yan Wugui, the days and nights after he stepped into the fairyland Night, never for a moment, lived in reality. No."

"Perhaps you will be curious, how did I escape in the end, but I can't escape, of course I can't escape. They have carefully planned for many years, how should I, a young boy with little experience in the world, deal with it?"

For some reason, the more Yan Wugui spoke, the more careless he seemed, as if he was speaking a book.

"When I didn't know the whole truth, but just recovered my childhood memories, Luo Yongzhao found out that I had broken the restriction, and they stopped acting. The so-called siege started from that moment. I resisted with all my strength, I used up all the magic weapons I collected when I went out to practice and killed many people, but it was still not enough."

"When I was tied up on a high platform, I saw with my own eyes that my indestructible sword body was stripped off by them with strange magic, and watched my life go by with my own eyes... I couldn't stand it, I would rather blew myself up and died with them, and kept it for many years His natal sword was also blown into ashes."

"The comprehension world says that I went crazy and killed hundreds of people, but how many of them have seen the power of self-destruction in the fusion stage? The vast majority of people are not even killed by me, almost all of them were injured by self-destruction. It's my own fault." Yan Wugui paused, and even wanted to laugh, "But I found that I was not completely dead, and the immortal sword body that had not been completely stripped off saved my life. Immortal means immortality , no wonder they are so coveted."

"Thanks to this indestructible sword body, I have the last chance to burn my soul to activate the escape technique, and escape to the abyss of worry with Luo Yongzhao's body. Therefore, everyone accused me of killing my teacher and treason, saying that Luo Yongzhao's death It's ironclad evidence... oh, so what? I didn't want to live anymore, I just wanted him to be burnt to death."

And Jiang Mian didn't make any more noise, but hugged him tightly, her eyes turned red.

"Mianmian... why are you crying?" Yan Wugui was downplaying just now, but now he is panicking.

"I love you," Jiang Mian whispered, rubbing her eyes, "Then I won't cry for now."

"It's okay, this seat is fine, everyone who deserves to be damned is dead," Yan Wugui hurriedly changed the subject, "It's the phoenix you mentioned today... This seat can be reborn, except for the last credit of the immortal sword body, I also accidentally fused the feathers and blood essence of an ancient divine beast in the Wangyou Abyss. Could it be that the divine beast is related to the phoenix, and I am in trouble because of this?"

Jiang Mian was taken aback, as if he suddenly knew the reason why Yan Wugui's pupils and hair color changed.When the legendary ancient gods and beasts were strong, it only needed a drop of blood to turn a little dragon into a dragon, not to mention the essence of blood!

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know the specifics. But the Phoenix Clan does have a deep resentment towards you. I guess they have a secret method to detect the blood, and they don't want to let such precious resources of the Monster Clan fall on the Human Clan..."

"Mianmian, why are you apologizing?" Yan Wugui lowered his head and kissed his wet eyelashes, "If I knew about this in advance, I would be ready for it, it's fine."

"Because I just love you and want to help you. Those so-called orthodox monks are just more hypocritical demons. No one wants to hear the truth. They just want a common object of hatred, but they chose you. Why? "Jiang Mian put his arms around his neck and said earnestly, "You can make the cultivation world so united that there will be no disputes in a hundred years with your mere strength...it's too ridiculous."

Before Yan Wugui could reply, Jiang Mian said angrily again: "Master, if you want to take revenge, you can take revenge. I can help you and kill the whole world."

He doesn't want to take care of any tasks.

On the contrary, Yan Wugui was more calm, hugged him in his arms and smiled: "Don't be angry, I finished my revenge at that time, there has been no Luo family in the cultivation world for hundreds of years, and there is no Xingzong in this world, enough As for why the young and middle-aged Luo family fell ill and died one after another, that has nothing to do with me. It is because they themselves cannot repay the karma of the evil they did back then, and the way of heaven is cleaning them up for me."

"……Oh."

Jiang Mian was a little reluctant, but she had no choice but to raise her head and kiss his side face.

Yan Wugui didn't realize that Jiang Mian's "kill the whole world" was not just angry words.

And Jiang Mian vaguely noticed that Yan Wugui didn't show the slightest weakness when talking about these past events.

Maybe it's because the time has been too long, and all the things in the past have been worn down into a small thorn in my heart.

The kinship should be severed during the journey of cultivation. Most people with advanced cultivation bases may have even forgotten the name of their biological mother, and they no longer care about their blood descendants.

But for Yan Wugui, it seemed that he had never lived in the first half of his life, which made his memory even more profound.

Such biting betrayal and deception is like a lingering shadow, reminding him that he can no longer be simple, weak, and trust others.

He buried the past deeply in his heart and started all over again, becoming ruthless and refusing to be close to others.

Until Jiang Mian appeared.

"Speaking of which, Mianmian, you are the last person I should trust." Yan Wugui rubbed Jiang Mian's waist and said abruptly.

"……yes?"

Yan Wugui looked down at him, and listed them one by one with some grievances: "You also know that this seat has experienced so many unbearable things, but until now, this seat still seems to have not learned the lesson, it is inexplicable The heart of the earth is pleased with you, wants you, coaxes you in a humble way, and even allows you to bully you today, but there is no trace of resentment."

"Master, I don't have any malice towards you." Jiang Mian looked back at him without any guilt, and said softly, "I like you too, only you, but I have a bad temper and it is difficult to correct it. If you If you don't want me to do this, then I will coax you and let you bully me, and I am willing."

"...Mianmian, that's not the point." Yan Wugui didn't really want to say it, but he actually liked Jiang Mian's wickedness.

If he admits it, he is afraid that Jiang Mian will really make a nest on his head.

"what is that?"

"It's because I know very well that you are absolutely extraordinary, and you must be hiding a lot of things from me, but I still take the initiative to tell you all my old secrets. This is not right," Yan Wugui nodded. On the forehead, "Jiang Mian, who are you? In which life did I ever feel ashamed of you?"

"Master, it doesn't matter who I am, but if I talk about past and present lives, then I won't hide it from you." Jiang Mian rubbed her forehead and said confidently, "Of course you didn't feel sorry for me, but your temperament, in the final analysis It seems that it has never changed. You always treat me secretly, but you refuse to tell me directly, why can’t you be more honest? When I want to follow your traces, when I start to care about you, you still have to run You disappeared without a trace, and I was so angry that I couldn't sleep well, it took me a few lifetimes to find out who you really are."

"...Is there such a thing?" Yan Wugui was startled.

"Of course, now it's your turn to ask me this question. I can't reveal the secret yet... I hate it." Jiang Mian snorted.

In fact, Yan Wugui had already guessed this in his heart. It wasn't that Jiang Mian exposed something first, but that when a monk is strong enough, he can sense the unresolved karmic entanglements left in his soul, even if these karmas were in his previous life. occur.

"Mianmian, what you said, I have never experienced it before, and now I can't count it." Yan Wugui felt a little guilty for some reason, but he also became more righteous, even a little fierce, "I didn't run away, just I will take you home and raise you."

"So I was snatched back by you! I don't tell you about the past, because the person I'm looking at now is you, and it's just the demon king Yan Wugui," Jiang Mian kissed him forcefully, and the light in his eyes His expression was extremely determined, "Even if there are some things I can't say, I have to keep them from you, but one thing is true——Yan Wugui, you are mine, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to run away."

Yan Wugui rolled his Adam's apple slightly: "...Okay."

"Master, do you have anything else to say? I'll listen." Jiang Mian softened her voice in satisfaction, covered his hand with hers, and rubbed it lightly.

"I've said enough." Yan Wugui turned his head to look at the blood moon outside the window, and exhaled, "Mianmian, if you don't sleep, you will have to stay in bed until the sun rises tomorrow."

"Then master, let's sleep too. I want to watch you fall asleep first, and then sleep again."

"……What's the meaning?"

"Sleeping is different from meditation practice. You are very tired tonight, so you really should have a good sleep," Jiang Mian said softly, with some indisputable meaning, "Don't say you are not tired, I can see come out."

"it is good."

Yan Wugui couldn't refuse, he lay down slowly under Jiang Mian's gaze, and covered him with the quilt.

He closed his eyes, only to realize that falling asleep was harder than he had imagined.

In the boundless darkness, Yan Wugui couldn't help but reflect on why he told Jiang Mian what happened back then.

After all, it doesn't make sense to say it now, and it almost made this ancestor cry.

After all, he doesn't care about being misunderstood.

He thought he didn't care.

But now, Yan Wugui is indeed much more comfortable, like the stubborn thorn in his heart is gradually loosening and falling off.

Maybe he just wanted Jiang Mian to understand himself, maybe he was always looking for a way to tell...

Jiang Mian was gently stroking his back, ruffling his hair gently, and pressing a shallow kiss on his brow.

Yan Wugui closed his eyes and felt these touches, unknowingly forgot about the movement of his spiritual power and everything else.

Before I realized it, I slowly fell asleep.

In addition to being seriously injured and dying, and falling into a coma, Yan Wugui has not had a good night's sleep for hundreds of years.

When he woke up the next day, Yan Wuhui felt rather dazed.

The noon sun was warm and bright, shining on his face through the window sill, very dazzling.

Relax.

He seems to understand why Jiang Mian likes to sleep so much.

It wasn't until Jiang Mian probed that he woke up slowly, bent her lips, stuffed her cold fingertips into the warm blanket, and deliberately touched his neck.

Yan Wugui froze from the ice, but the stagnant cultivation in his body somehow loosened a bit.

"Master~"

"Ok?"

"Don't practice at night again." Jiang Mian got into the quilt again and lay down with him, her eyes slightly brightened, "It's only been a night, and you look much better."

Although at this level, the so-called complexion may only be related to the state of mind.

But Yan Wugui was very concerned, and silently clasped Jiang Mian's waist: "What's wrong with my complexion before?"

"Well, at least sometimes... Master looks like a man-eating ghost, with a dark complexion, bad temper, and blood-red eyes." Jiang Mian whispered innocently.

Yan Wugui almost choked: "...Isn't it okay to listen to you? Really, what did I call this seat early in the morning, and next time this seat will eat you first."

I'm so mad, I must sleep well in the future!

"Master is so good." Jiang Mian was not afraid of his naive threat, she bent her eyes and whispered in his ear, "I was thinking before, if Master refused to sleep well... what happened last night, I must I have to do it to you every day. Anyway, you are also in the late stage of the tribulation, and you are not afraid of physical weakness."

"..."

Yan Wugui's legs almost went limp when he heard this, and he quickly lifted the quilt to retreat, but Jiang Mian grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Can't you?" Jiang Mian stared at him pitifully.

"Absolutely not!"

After Yan Wugui managed to escape, a new batch of Ye Mingzhu, which was used as a light bulb in the magic palace, was replenished, and the objects of all sizes that were shattered when his spiritual power leaked out were quickly replaced by the steward.

As for Wuwang Peak's blood pool that suffered from Wuwang's disaster, Yan Wugui endured the embarrassment and gave him a little compensation - half a bottle of dragon's blood.

Of course, only in his eyes is "a little" compensation.

In the eyes of Xuexiu, it is a rare treasure that even dreams of.

After learning from the steward that there were more damaged items on the Venerable Master's side, everyone was overjoyed and also vaguely guessed.

Last night, the two of them probably had a quarrel, and they didn't reconcile until today.

And if every time they quarreled and hurt innocent people, His Majesty would make up for it... As long as Jiang Mian still favors His Majesty, wouldn't such a generous compensation fall on other peaks as well!

Therefore, for a long period of time, when Jiang Mian sat Xiaoyun and wandered around the magic palace, he would inexplicably find that the eyes of the people around him looking at him... were too energetic and radiant.

The weather was calm, and the entire Demon Palace was filled with inexplicable vitality.

There is only one problem left unresolved.

According to the system's calculations, when Yan Wugui told his past and was forced by Jiang Mian to sleep every day, the success rate of the task increased by 50%, but the progress bar was stuck forever.

Based on Jiang Mian's analysis, it's definitely because the main character's attacker has a treasure to restrain Yan Wugui.

Yan Wugui's blood was fused with the blood essence of ancient divine beasts, which more or less changed his physique.

This point, on the contrary, is likely to allow the protagonist Gong Shou to find a way to confront him, and it may even... make Yan Wugui fall into a state of loss of control.

Jiang Mian did not hide these things from Yan Wugui, after all, Yan Wugui was also sending people to find the hiding place of Yaozu Da Neng.

But in the current comprehension world, the monster race is the weakest. It has been hidden for many years, and it is difficult to find where the protagonist Gong is hiding.

The only thing Jiang Mian can be sure of is that after Luo Yifan's time to participate in the competition in the comprehension world, he will definitely run into him with Lao Gong.

"That's why I didn't ask you to kill him at that time, Luo Yifan let him go fishing on purpose." Jiang Mian looked proud.

"So that's it. What's the name of that turkey head? I'll let people remember it first."

"...Ji Yuheng. Master, pay attention to civilized language."

"Then his surname is indeed Chicken, and I'm not mistaken," Yan Wugui felt inexplicably displeased with the protagonist Gong before he saw him, wishing he could really speak like a villain, "Isn't Phoenix also a bird?" Plant it? It's gimmicky."

Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows slightly, and crossed her arms to point out, "Master, the fused spirit and blood of beasts on your body seem to be the ancestors of other people's turkey heads. Then don't you also..."

Yan Wugui choked for a moment, then said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I'm wrong."

"Yan Wugui, do you think I care too much about his affairs these days?" Jiang Mian narrowed his eyes.

"...Mmm." Yan Wugui looked away uncomfortably.

Jiang Mian would soon puncture his thoughts of making trouble that he felt were unreasonable.

Why can't it be hidden?

"Then tell me directly from now on, why are you so angry quietly?" Jiang Mian bent her lips, sat directly on Yan Wugui's lap, and turned his face back, "Hurry up, beat me up, force me I can't think of anyone else in the future, I can only think of you alone."

"..."

The tips of Yan Wugui's ears gradually became hot.

"Hurry up, hurry up~"

In the blink of an eye, the assessment competition for the inner disciples of the Demon Palace arrived as scheduled.

Fatty Xu was very excited about this. He got up early and made a royal banquet for Jiang Mian. Even the lingo fruits were carved into various gorgeous decorations by him, filling the whole table.

It is said that he sent people to infiltrate the royal family of Daling Kingdom and forcibly stole the recipe.

Jiang Mian thought it was a bit funny, but Fatty Xu's cooking skills were really good, which made him feel full and satisfied.

Yan Wugui saw all of this, and readily threw a bottle of Foundation Establishment Pill and thousands of high-level spirit stones to Fatty Xu.

After all, spiritual cooks are rare, if this fat man doesn't build a foundation, if he dies of old age, he will find another cook for Jiang Mian...

The Martial Arts Field of the Devil's Palace is a huge valley formed naturally, with a magnificent view and a wide venue. The surrounding cliffs and cliffs have been carved out to form viewing seats with a wide view, which are even quite gorgeous.

The disciples of each peak were divided into several groups according to their cultivation level, they were drawn in turn, and then they fought one-on-one.

No.1 in the low realm, you can also try to challenge the top five in the group with a higher realm.After all, there is only one chief disciple in the end, and many monks will break through in front of the battle, and even defeating opponents by leapfrogging is common.

In the world of magic cultivators, there are frequent tricks, and everything is possible.

And when everyone saw that Jiang Mian was assigned to the Golden Core Stage group, they all shrank their pupils and started whispering.

"As far as I know, when this guy first came to our Demon Realm, he hadn't started practicing yet... I remember correctly, right?"

"That's right, I've seen him in the back mountain before, and he's only half-step foundation building."

"What's all the fuss about? This one is His Majesty's favorite. How can the resources in his hands be incomparable to ours?"

"Go, go, shut up, kid, don't seek death!"

No matter how they talked about it in private voice transmission, at least on the surface, everyone treated Jiang Mian respectfully.

Moreover, the disciples watching the game below did not dare to get too close to Jiang Mian's side, so as not to offend His Majesty.Even though Yan Wugui wasn't there at the moment.

Yan Wugui didn't come because once he appeared, everyone in the audience would be silent and stupefied, which was really boring...so he just left a little bit of his consciousness on Jiang Mian.

And after Jiang Mian stood on the martial arts platform, he obediently followed what Yan Wugui said. At the beginning, he took out dozens of high-level spells and threw them at the opponent like a bombardment.

In fact, even if Jiang Mian had no strategy against the enemy, most of the other disciples would give in to him.

But in fact, the speed and accuracy of Jiang Mian's activation of the spell surprised them. They were bombarded with bags all over their heads, and they had to get serious and dodge crazily.

So much so that throughout the day, Fu Xiu, who used to have a low sense of existence, was treated very seriously.

Because everyone couldn't believe that a small spell could be so powerful.

Jiang Mian hardly revealed his strength, and easily became the No.1 of the Golden Core Stage, and defeated four disciples of the Nascent Soul Stage in a row.

Perhaps from the standpoint, Jiang Mian's behavior was no different from cheating, but only the four Nascent Soul cultivators could really feel that Jiang Mian only used the Nascent Soul spell from the beginning to the end, but his prediction... It was so terrifying that it was impossible to even get close to it.

The actual combat experience of the Moxiu disciples is extremely rich, so they are even more convinced.

And it wasn't until the finals that Jiang Mian was about to face No.1 of the new generation in the true sense of the Demon Palace.

It was a half-step soul cultivator.

With a gloomy face and a thin body, he looked at Jiang Mian coldly and sneered.He doesn't treat Jiang Mian respectfully like others, and there is still a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Jiang Mian felt that it was quite new, since he came to the Demon Realm, it seemed that he had never been squeezed out by anyone.This soul cultivator seemed to be the first person to express dissatisfaction with him openly.

It is said that he is the number one genius in soul cultivation in the devil world for a hundred years, and he won't return his words.

The methods are ruthless, no distinction is made between the enemy and the enemy, and the disciple of the Demon Palace offended him outside, it is still a death sentence.

And he really doesn't like Jiang Mian.

After the referee yelled to start, Yan Buhuan immediately took out a ghostly black soul-calling banner haunted by Devil May Cry, and drew a cold smile: "It's just a small pet in the couch, it just won the favor of the lord for a while, what qualifications do you have?" Stand here! Jiang Mian, what the hell are you?"

Everyone in the audience was silent for a moment.

And Jiang Mian's eyes were moist, and her face was red: "You said it all, I'm your lord's little pet... so shy."