Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

"Bang!" With a sound, the flames soared into the sky, and the circular battlefield rose from the ground to mid-air, and water waves like inscriptions condensed around it.

The young man in black heavy armor jumped up from the ground and flew to the center of the circular arena. A sharp piece of mercury spun out from under his feet. There was a little crimson in the middle of the mercury.

"Since the establishment of the Immortal Sword Conference, it has been more than a thousand years. It is intended to select... until the point is reached. All participants, the time is a red point. When the red point disappears, the competition ends here."

The young man in black heavy armor said in a deep voice: "The first round, melee, a red dot time, the time is over, there are only 50 people left in the arena."

After saying that, the whole person twisted into smoke and disappeared into the world.

The moment he disappeared, as if sending some kind of signal, the people off the field were like carp, and more than 200 people jumped up.

In the distance, in the Chongyun Palace shrouded in mist, dozens of people sat in it, staring at the picture in the palace.

The picture is presented by a cloud of mist, similar to the modern 3D holographic projection, every move of the characters in the picture can be seen.

Feng Chang'an watched the scuffle in the screen in every possible way bored, with a tired expression, he tapped 081.

081 starts up at an extremely slow speed: "Is there something wrong?"

Feng Chang'an: "The space-time shuttle failed to restart last time, when can we restart?"

081 became annoyed when he mentioned this: "100 years later."

"Really?" Feng Changan said calmly, "100 years, if you want to collect the body, just say so."

081: "...five days later."

Feng Changan smiled in his heart: "Then five days later, see you soon."

"Are you serious?" 081 was quite skeptical. The last time it was forced to interrupt midway, when it was being repaired, it thought and felt something was wrong. It always felt that the host did it on purpose.

If it wasn't intentional, how did Yunxu find him so accurately?If it wasn't intentional, how could such a serious person like him drink alcohol while escaping for his life, and still have a leisurely mind to govern others?If it wasn't intentional, why did it happen to be drunk, and it jumped out to remind me in a hurry, causing the machine to freeze.

The more 081 thought about it, the more weird it became, but it couldn't find evidence to prove it.

Because returning to the real world was proposed by the host himself, and he ran away by himself. If he did it on purpose, then why did he do all this?

In order to send herself to Yunxu's bed?

081 scoffed, not believing it at all.

Pit yourself?is it possible?Absolutely impossible.

The host is old and cunning, cheating itself does not exist, so it is definitely cheating it.

As for why, 081 didn't want to understand. After all, the host didn't restore the memory, so there's no reason to be hostile to it.

I hope that the above feelings of cheating it are all illusions, the host just became stupid, his head is not bright, and he cheated himself.

"Can there be a holiday? Five days later, the Immortal Sword Conference is not over yet, so it would be best to sneak away." Feng Changan sneered, putting his fingers on his left wrist, "Look at my situation, stay here, idiot? "

081 was strangely silent for a moment, and said: "I have been maintaining the backstage all the time, and I didn't pay attention to your situation. Anyway, what happened to you and Yunxu, the system just didn't look at it. Besides, your current situation... To be honest, it seems to be okay , much luckier than the host of my colleague. Uh, of course, except for the thing on your wrist, it is indeed much luckier."

Feng Changan: "..."

Feng Chang'an: "May I ask, what happened to your colleague's host?"

081: "Learn about the black room, about the canary, about the broken hands and feet, about the raw food, about the dead body, about the childbirth, about being unable to get out of bed for half a month..."

Feng Chang'an: "...have a child? A man or a woman?"

081: "Why does it have to be male and female?"

Feng Chang'an choked up when he heard the words: "What else is there in the world except men and women?" His face was indifferent: "Isn't your system a walking drum washing machine (KeNan)?"

081: "Guess what, besides male and female gender."

081 Shanchang chatted to death, Feng Chang'an had nothing to say, he came back to his senses, the melee was over, and the black heavy armor youths had already started the second round of selection—three people in groups, knockout rounds.

Feng Chang'an watched the intensified battle on the field, his thoughts drifted away again, drifted away for a while, then pulled back, got up and left Chongyun Palace quietly.

The so-called hosting the Immortal Sword Conference is just watching the contestants fight. Most of the people who are invited to support the scene just come here to meditate and leave when the time comes.

Therefore, even if you leave Chongyun Palace, it will not be a serious problem.

Feng Chang'an left Chongyun Hall within a few breaths, a man in white patterned Tsing Yi who was sitting quietly in a corner turned his wheelchair and also came out of Chongyun Hall.

Yun Xu watched the two of them leave Chongyun Palace one after the other, and sat on the mahogany chair without any movement.

Turning out of the Chongyun Palace, the eyes are full of smoke, and the steps under the feet are even covered in clouds and fog, making it difficult to see the way ahead.

Feng Chang'an followed the route in his memory and went down the steps, and at the end of the steps was what he was looking for.

One by one immortal flowers.

The undead flowers are in clusters, with layers of purple petals hidden in the clouds.It is rumored that once the immortal flower is planted, it will wither unless the world collapses and the world ceases to exist. Otherwise, it will not die.

Whether this rumor is true, no one knows, but this undead flower has indeed never withered since it bloomed.

Feng Changan came to the Immortal Sword Conference this time because of this undead flower, and that person insisted that he fold the undead flower to repay the favor.

This undead flower, in other places, the spiritual energy is turbid, and it cannot be planted. It is only found in this Immortal Sword Conference with strong spiritual power.

No choice but to come to the Fairy Sword Conference.

Picking out two blooming bright undead flower branches, and breaking them off, Feng Changan tidied up the flower branches and was about to turn around and leave.

After all, he is here to preside over the Immortal Sword Conference, so it is inappropriate to leave Chongyun Palace for too long.

"I was right in my heart that you might have forgotten, but unexpectedly, when you turned around, you left Chongyun Palace and went to fold flowers." A warm and jade-like voice came slowly from behind.

Feng Chang'an was stunned for a moment, then slowly came back to his senses, and looked at the man in the white-patterned Tsing Yi who was sitting in the wheelchair.

The man looks gentle, the corners of his mouth are raised, and his sickly white face has been gentle for years. His black hair is tied with a jade crown, and he is dressed in simple and elegant clothes all the year round. The cuffs and skirts are trimmed with bamboo, which is lifelike.

Seeing Feng Changan staring at him, he stretched out his hand to touch his face, and said nervously, "What is there on my face?"

"No." Feng Changan shook his head, looking at the wheelchair, "What's the matter with your feet?"

Gu Qing's eyes flickered: "After you left, you became obsessed with cultivation and accidentally crippled your own leg."

"Can you still stand up?"

Gu Qing put down his hands and said with a smile: "Ah, I'm used to it, it doesn't matter if I can't stand up."

Feng Changan was taken aback again, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Then your..."

"Kong Huai wants to talk about the blow I blocked for you back then, right? It's okay, I've been fine for a long time."

When Feng Changan went to the first-line sky battlefield, Gu Qing insisted on following, but there was a mistake on the way, and the group was ambushed by monsters.

As a last resort, I returned home and stopped going to Yixiantian.

One by one, the favor owed by Feng Chang'an is this life-saving grace, and Gu Qing wants nothing but immortal flowers.

Gu Qing sighed: "If I had gone with you, you wouldn't have..." After a pause, he smiled, "Fortunately, nothing happened. I am happier than anyone else when I hear that you are alive."

Feng Chang'an had a complicated expression on his face. He looked at the other party carefully, and after a while, he said, "The immortal flower you wanted, I bought it for you. It just so happens that you are here, so I don't have to make another trip." Get down and hand it to him.

Between the slender and porcelain-white fingers are two brightly blooming undead flowers, purple flowers, overlapping, beautiful in shape.

Gu Qing's gaze moved away from the immortal flower, and landed on Feng Chang'an's face, staring into the latter's eyes, and said: "You know, what I want is never the immortal flower."

Feng Chang'an: "It's not appropriate to leave Chongyun Palace for too long."

Gu Qing: "I..."

Feng Chang'an: "I have repaid the favor, and there will be no causal relationship in the future."

Gu Qing: "Yes..."

As soon as the words came out, Feng Changan said, "Immortal flower, don't you?"

Gu Qing was intercepted again and again, couldn't bear it, and broke out. He held Feng Chang'an's hand, and said quickly, "I don't want the immortal flower, it's you!"

The air seemed to freeze, behind the dense branches of the undead flower, Yun Xu's face sank like water, he twirled the undead flower branches with his fingers, twisting them into cinders.

Feng Changan was terrifyingly calm, he stared at Gu Qing fixedly, his eyes were deep, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"Sorry, I'm rude." Gu Qing took a deep breath, retracted his hand, and said, "I heard that you are dead, your good disciple, even your clothes tomb, refused to let me go to pay homage to him, just to express his heart.

Now, knowing that you are still alive, I am too excited.Originally, I wanted to go directly to Qing Yunzong to find you, but I was afraid that your disciple..." As if he was scrupulous about something, he bluntly brushed past this topic, "It is very difficult to meet at the Immortal Sword Conference. "

Feng Chang'an put the immortal flower on his lap and stood up: "It's nothing, I'll go back to Chongyun Palace first."

How could Feng Changan not know what Gu Qing was thinking, since he appeared here, Feng Changan could guess what he wanted to say.

However, Feng Changan was not interested in this.

"Are you still angry about what happened back then?" Gu Qing raised his head and asked.

Feng Changan lowered his eyes and said coldly: "What do you think?"

"It was true that I was wrong back then, and I shouldn't be impersonating you, but I was also doing it for your own good, and I was afraid that you would not get rid of your spiritual root. If I was really wrong, I admit it. In fact, when you sent a wedding post, I should stop it, I It's just too greedy, thinking that we can come together..."

"Don't talk about it, there is no need to talk about the past." Feng Changan turned his head indifferently, staring at Gu Qing, "We just met again, and I don't want to bring the relationship to a trough by meeting."

Gu Qing smiled wryly: "You...then we are still friends, right?"

"If you want, I think, we are still friends." Feng Changan smiled distantly and nodded.

"What do you mean I think?" Gu Qing suppressed the smile that had just risen from the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to grab Feng Changan's left hand, "Kong Huai, I think we need to have a good talk..."

Before he finished speaking, his complexion changed slightly, "What's on your wrist?" He stretched out his hand and was about to lift the sleeve covering his wrist.

Feng Changan's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly retracted: "It's nothing."

"What are you doing?" At this moment, another hand appeared from the side and held down Gu Qing's hand.

Yun Xu looked at Gu Qing, and gently pulled away his hand holding Feng Chang'an, with a smile on his face, which was a little scary, not warm: "Senior Gu, long time no see, don't come here without any problems."

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081: The host is not Long Aotian, so naturally it will not be equipped with the Dragon Slaying Sword, and a drum washing machine would be good.