Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

I like Wugui, and I want to be liked by Wugui.

Yan Wujiu smiled, and slowly recited these words in his heart.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the two Bingyu Guanyin intertwined to form a straight line, which seemed to emit a melting brilliance like the moonlight in the night.

The monk's eyes are focused and peaceful, without expectations or disappointments.Like, just wanting to say the words to let him know that there is no attachment to his response, or not.

Yan Wujiu parted from Bingyu Guanyin, lifted his lightly drawn eyelashes loosely and said with a smile: "Of course Wujiu likes you."

Like a gust of late summer mountain wind blowing across the face.

The monk's eyes were as clear as stars for a moment.

Yan Wujiu pulled his hand away from Fenlian's, and took an ebony-like hairpin from his head.

The tip of the hairpin looks rounded, but it is extremely sharp.

Putting it on Yan Wujiu's wrist, with a light swipe, thin lines of blood ooze out, and soon fall into a string and flow up the Bingyu Guanyin.

Fen Lian was startled, and immediately grabbed his hand, not wanting to kiss the wound.

Blood stained his lips.

Even if it was Yan Wujiu's own blood, he frowned impatiently, waiting for Fenlian to stop the wound.

The wrist touched by the tip of his tongue was a little numb, he couldn't help but move, grabbed Fen Lian's hand with his backhand, and pressed the hairpin against his wrist.

Yan Wujiu looked at the monk with puzzled eyes, but he looked at his monk without any resistance, and said softly: "This is a bond, are you willing? If you nod, Lianlian's internal strength will be lent to me." .”

Before he finished his words, the hand scratched against the hairpin by itself, and the wound was deep and long.

Yan Wujiu lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, pressed his lips to Fenlian's wrist, and pressed the tip of his tongue lightly.

Enduring the discomfort, he swallowed the fishy and sweet blood.

He didn't know at which point the contract would be established, but soon he felt a scalding heat rushing from his throat to his lungs, falling to his dantian, and then quickly spreading to his limbs.

Yan Wujiu paused, ignoring the raging Yanyang internal force in his body, took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped up Fenlian's wrist.

He frowned, but raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What did you do when you bumped into me, you scratched so deeply?"

There was still a bit of Fen Lian's blood on his lips, Fen Lian stretched out his hand to stroke it gently, but it didn't clean it off.

The monk looked at him quietly, and in the next moment, Yan Wujiu's lips felt slightly cold, and he was kissed.

Yan Wujiu was standing on the edge of the cliff, and Fen Lian was standing below with his arms outstretched, so that Yan Wujiu, who was kneeling and half squatting, could easily touch his wrist.

Kissing him under such circumstances is too much a test of his lightness.

Yan Wujiu laughed, blinked, and looked at the monk who had returned to his original position in an instant.

"Okay, let's go. Otherwise, those tails behind you will find something wrong."

Fen Lian didn't move, and looked at him intently: "Can I come to see you tomorrow?"

Yan Wujiu blinked and nodded, with a deep smile: "After tomorrow, I will probably see you all the time."

The contract is completed, and the monk is a household power bank. Naturally, he must try his best to carry it with him and charge it whenever he uses it.

Fen Lian's eyes were moist and slightly bright, and she slowly revealed a smile.

Yan Wujiu watched him holding the flower pot and disappearing on the mountain road, when he stood up, his figure shook slightly.

The eyes are dim, as if there are brilliant starlight crashing into the river surface.

He laughed at himself, if he didn't stand firmly now, he would really fall down.

When he fell, no one could catch him.If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have asked that monk to leave so early.

He blinked vigorously, and after the shortness of breath passed, he felt an unprecedented force filling every inch of his body, and as far as he could see, it seemed that the whole world became much clearer and deeper in an instant.

Instantly gaining a power that far surpasses all of him feels extremely wonderful, giving people the illusion that he can do whatever he wants.

He smiled, turned around and looked at the Fengzhuang Palace amidst the lights, his brows were sharp and calm.

The person who was in charge of monitoring him in the dark suddenly felt his legs and feet go limp, and was struck by the fear of the cold light pressing against the back of his neck.

……

Yan Wujiu didn't need to make any arrangements last night, because he had already made arrangements.

On the way he and Liu Xun came to Fengzhuang, Yan Wujiu only did two things.

The first thing is to ask Ji's family to transfer the nearest manpower to Fengzhuang to deliver a box of gold.

The second thing is to let Uncle Ji's bodyguard bureau contact the quack masters they raised, choose two people with the highest martial arts, and give them two choices.A box of gold, or a chance to be directly introduced to King Xu.

As far as Yu Yan Wujiu is concerned, as long as he passes the test of King Xu, no matter what kind of test it is, he doesn't need to waste his mind.

Most problems can be solved with money.

Problems that can be solved with money are usually not problems at all.

Conquering a group of savages is actually very simple, even without Fen Lian's internal strength, Yan Wujiu can easily do it.

As long as anyone has sexual desire, he will become extremely vulnerable, even martial arts masters are no exception.

And the martial arts masters who can take refuge in King Xu will only be able to spend their desires better.

Xu Wang threw him a Crow Feather Guard with a group of dragons without a leader and mixed with dragons and snakes. This kind of test simply underestimated him.

Being treated as a vase, Yan Wujiu was in a bad mood.

Therefore, Yan Wujiu, who was not in a good mood, changed his plan, he didn't go directly to the courtyard of those Crow Feather Guards.

Instead, I asked someone to move a chair, and sat outside in the yard, leaning against the chair, enjoying the cool morning breeze in late summer, admiring the morning glow and clouds in the sky.

In the ears, there is a river and a lake separated by a wall.

The two taciturn masters bowed slightly in front of him, handed him a list, and asked him to show it.

The list is full of information about the gangsters in the courtyard who are waiting to give Yan Wujiu their power.

Yan Wujiu blinked, but didn't answer, and said flatly: "You can figure it out. Only one thing, I don't like bloody things. I heard that there is a hero who likes to use people's eyeballs as drinks. Let me ask, how does his own eyeball taste?"

The two masters looked at each other, and lowered their heads.

Soon, loud laughter came from inside the wall, and someone mocked the new Mr. Crowshead for not being a boudoir lady because he didn't dare to come out.

The vulgar and malicious words didn't change Yan Wujiu's expression at all, because soon, those laughter would turn into screams.

Not long after, someone came out to return.

The man's body was clean, except for a streak of blood splattered on his face, and he could feel a murderous smell of iron and blood coming from a distance.

"Master, it's cleaned up."

Yan Wujiu smiled and nodded: "Thanks for your hard work."

The smile didn't enter the eyes, that bored and almost disheartened face was arrogant and indifferent, nothing reflected in the eyes.

When Yan Wujiu walked into the courtyard, the ground had obviously been cleaned.

A group of wounded Jianghu people stared at him sullenly and unwillingly. Although they were silent, they were not convinced.

On the ground lay a half-dead man with a patch over one eye and a bloody hole in the other.

Yan Wujiu glanced at it, then moved away indifferently.

The expert who came out to report the news rearranged the chair, and he sat back down without interest, leaning on the back of the chair with a dull and uninterested expression.

Fortunately, there were two people standing in the crowd.

One had a three-point smile on his face, well-dressed and well-mannered, like a young man from a well-known and respectable family.

One is a cold, pale, thin and pale northern tycoon who seems to be reckless, but has a bit of grace.

Ordinary Jianghu people, especially gangsters, are rarely willing to deal with people in the government unless they offend others or can't get along.What's more, if you cast yourself as a running dog under the powerful family, you will always be looked down upon by your peers.

This point can be known just by seeing that even the six doors have been criticized by the Jianghu people.

But there are also a large number of people who come here for fame, fortune and wealth.

Similarly, the martial arts under these people's hands will not be too weak, and the most terrible thing is that all of them have been contaminated with human life.

Asking a rich man who grew up in a peaceful environment to lead them is like asking a sheep to lead a pack of hungry wolves.

Even if Yan Wujiu's subordinates crushed them one by one, they still refused to accept it.

What's more, there were obviously two of them standing there, not being crushed.

Right now, these two seemingly chaotic groups are vaguely headed by those two people, looking at Yan Wujiu provocatively.

When he saw the clothes with the pattern of crow feathers on Yan Wujiu's body, his eyes suddenly became sharper and eager.

The clothes specially prepared by Prince Xu's Mansion for the commander were embroidered with gold thread, dark and rigorous, and embroidered with crows and black feathers.

Solemn and solemn, exquisite and gorgeous.

It looks good on Yan Wujiu's body, it looks a bit flashy, like a precious collection on a shelf.

Yan Wujiu looked into their eyes, blinked slowly, and smiled faintly: "Want this dress?"

Where do they want clothes, they want the identity and power represented by clothes.

If they hadn't been crushed by Yan Wujiu's two subordinates just now, they might not be able to help but say something nasty now.

Yan Wujiu took off the exquisite black gauze hat, and casually tossed it in his hand.

He suddenly smiled, and said lightly, "It's really ugly."

With his appearance and expression, he didn't do anything, just standing there had already drawn enough hatred.This look of being cheap and good-looking is just so annoying that he rolls his eyes.

The crowd shouted: "Don't think that if your people beat us, you will be able to secure this position. There are still people here!"

"Young master, you haven't even killed a chicken."

It was the first time they saw this kind of people, and sent someone to beat them one by one. The people who killed them still thought it was dirty, so they had to wash the floor first, before condescending to walk in.

It is bigger than Xu Wang's ostentation.This is not to be a leader, it is clearly here to be an ancestor.

Seeing the true face of Mount Lu, sure enough, a pampered and pampered second-generation ancestor with no one in his eyes, arrogant and noble, makes one's teeth itch.

Yan Wujiu looked sideways, looked at the two people who were unharmed, he smiled, and the smile disappeared without staying on the cold and proud face for a moment: "That's true."

These two were naturally left alone.

Because these people are right, even if Yan Wujiu's people can convince everyone, as long as Yan Wujiu doesn't make them afraid, they won't really obey him.

These two people were originally reserved for Yan Wujiu to make an example of others.

He stood up and blinked slowly at the two people: "I really hate fighting and killing people. If I'm not careful, I'll be stained with blood. It smells terrible."

He stretched out a pair of flawless slender hands, a pair of extremely good-looking hands, not at all like the hands of a martial arts practitioner, and said to them lightly: "Then, let's make a quick decision."

This means that one is against two.

Yushu Linfeng, a young man with a sword in his arms, looks like a well-known martial arts school, without any expression, he smiles a little: "I am here to see Su Jianqing, I have offended you."

Another thin, pale, but graceful man also raised his eyes, looking reticent: "Fan Lei, please."

"Fan Lei." Yan Wujiu said the name lightly, then smiled suddenly, his brows and eyes were tender in an instant.

The name reminded him of another person.

Yan Wujiu tilted his head slightly, his long eyebrows were raised and lowered slightly, and the lines of his eyebrows and eyes were instantly sharp and sinister.

The next moment, the three of them fought together.

Su Jianqing's weapon is a gentleman's long sword, Fan Lei's fist is his weapon, and Yan Wujiu seems to be unarmed.

Yan Wujiu's demeanor is really not like that of a martial arts master, everyone was a little unbelievable when he saw that he wanted to fight against two other masters with one manpower.After all, even his subordinates seemed unable to deal with those two.Even if there was a real fight, they felt that Yan Wujiu would lose if he didn't make three moves.

However, everything in front of them made their eyes widen.

The figure in the black robe was so fast that it was as fast as a ghost, walking among the other two, it was like walking in the forest.

Yan Wujiu's martial arts is not that high, before he met Fenlian 20 years ago, he just learned from the local garrison instructors.He is better than those cronies, but he just learned some casually from the bodyguards of his uncle's family, and they are all basic skills that are not difficult to come across in the world, and he doesn't even take it seriously.

Until he met Fen Lian and received a month or two of sudden heightening training from top experts, it was nothing but appearance.

However, the ceremony between him and Fenlian last night was to let the Yulinling Gu poison in Fenlian's trap recognize its master.Fen Lian was willing, so she naturally transferred her internal energy and lent it to Yan Wujiu for use.

The so-called martial arts, only internal strength is the key.

What's more, what a master Fenlian is, and he has practiced the top martial arts in the Central Plains.

With deep internal strength, even Yan Wujiu, who is powerless, can easily see through everyone's actions at this moment.

He has sharp eyebrows and cold eyes, but there is no sharpness in his eyes.

But the two people who fought each other immediately saw that Yan Wujiu's offensive was not fast, and once he made a move, it was a deadly move.

This is determined to kill them.

The two of them didn't have any communication, but they both backed away quickly by coincidence, distanced themselves from Yan Wujiu, and in the next moment, they knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads decisively.

"Meet Lord Crowhead."

It's a joke, they just want to show off their abilities, who wants the hot potato position of crow head.If he really wanted it, he would leave that one-eyed dragon alone until today?

How can it be wrong to be a chicken to scare monkeys just because of this, wouldn't it be wronged.

Yan Wujiu had just experienced how to use this internal force, and gradually found the feeling, just about to try the taste of killing the Quartet, who would have thought that the two of them would suddenly admit defeat together.

He stood there expressionless, like a cat that saw a fish under its paw slip away suddenly, squinting its eyes with displeasure.

However, the opponent has knelt and surrendered in public.People are so knowledgeable about current affairs, he can't make unnecessary efforts to kill them all.

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't understand that the fight was in full swing. How could these two people admit defeat?

However, even the two people with the highest martial arts knelt down to be loyal, what else could they do?

Those who reacted quickly immediately fell to their knees and followed together: "Meet the crow head."

The rest of the people immediately knelt down in twos and threes after hearing this: "Only Mr. Yashou is the one to follow."

Yan Wujiu looked at the kneeling person expressionlessly, the boredom in his eyes was even worse.

He looked at the two kneeling respectfully, turned and walked out without saying a word.

I haven't experienced the comfort of fighting all the heroes, but I have experienced the loneliness of being overwhelmed at a high place.Life is really lonely as snow.

When Yan Wujiu walked out indifferently, his subordinates immediately asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to..."

Yan Wujiu's eyes were empty, he didn't look at anything, he nodded: "Continue."

So, according to the plan, the servant poured the box of gold that had been moved to the ground with great difficulty: "This is a reward from Lord Yashou. In the future, you will be good and obedient, and you will be rewarded again."

Immediately, there was a wave of fanatical worship behind him, and the voice almost broke: "I will follow Master Crowshou to the death!!"

A group of rainbow farts at the top of their lungs: "Who dares not to listen to Master Yashou, I, XXX, will be the first to let him go!!!"

Yan Wujiu paused, suddenly felt that he seemed to be doing too much, a problem that can be solved with a box of gold, what kind of martial arts do you need?

The author has something to say: This scene is also written in Chapter 43 of "Sorry, I'm Indifferent", which is another perspective of development. If you are interested, you can read it.

This chapter is difficult to write, because it has already been written once, and it takes more effort to write it well without repeating it.

I don't understand why some people like to plagiarize. I feel that it is boring to copy myself.