The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

Yue Cang was the first to notice that the little magic stick had woken up.

He couldn't help but squeeze Du Wen's hand tighter: "Wake up."

The little magic stick was dazed for a moment, and after looking around in a daze, he finally regained consciousness and nodded: "I, cough."

His voice was hoarse, and it was difficult to speak. Yue Cang helped him to sit up and lean on the bed. Qi Zhao hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it over. Yue Cang took it and carefully fed it to Du Wen. So dry, eyes bent into crescent moons: "I'm fine, why are you all looking at me like this?"

Everyone looked at him in silence.

The little magic stick smiled again, and stopped his gaze on the elder standing behind everyone: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The great elder's eyes were still red, watching him smile, his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

He wiped his eyes in embarrassment, and smiled: "It's nothing, you're back, I'm happy, happy..."

Du Wen smiled: "Isn't this a good thing? You don't need to have red eyes, Qi Zhaozhao, you really are. It's unreasonable to make the old man so tired. Send grandpa back to rest."

He spoke softly, but the implication behind his words was that he was driving people away. Hearing this, the Great Elder suddenly dropped his hand, his lips trembled several times, and the phrase "Are you still complaining?" We didn't say anything in the end, so you had to take a good rest after barely saying anything, and hurried out the door.

After he left, there was no one to speak in the room, and everyone just quietly Du Wen, Du Wen lowered his eyes to avoid their gazes, and after a long time, he said again: "Can you go out first, too, I have something to think about." Tell Qi Zhao."

Yue Cang snapped his fingers, said nothing, tucked the quilt for him, got up and went out, Xie Shen turned his head to look at Qi Zhao, saw Qi Zhao nodding to him, and went out with Qin Lu and the others, By the way, he closed the door.

The room fell silent again.

Qi Zhao took a step forward and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Why are you back?"

The little god stick lowered his head, and after a long time, he opened his mouth in a low voice: "...When I knew you were coming to Shuofang City, I had divination for you, but I didn't get anything. At that time, I knew my doom arrive."

Qi Zhao's heart skipped a beat. He knew that there was only one reason why divination could not be obtained, and that was that his divination was related to Du Wen himself.

"...Did I hurt you?"

"How come?" Du Wen smiled, "Everything is a deterministic, sooner or later... I was also confused at the time, thinking that as long as you don't go to Shuofang City, I can escape, but I forgot, My body has been breaking down since last winter, and I can't escape."

Du Wen remembered that he had seen the scroll before. On the scroll, Du Wen lost his eyes and lay weakly in a pool of blood. Yue Cang half-kneeled in front of him, with a long sword pierced through his heart.

Is this the so-called calamity?

Seeing that Qi Zhao's eyes were blank, Du Wen thought that he still couldn't think about it, so he stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, comforting him: "Actually, it's good, compared to always worrying about it before or, it's good that the doom is coming, it's a joy to pass, but it's also a relief But I have been away for eight years, and now I suddenly come back, it is inevitable that I am at a loss, and I don’t know how to face the three grandpas.”

"You hate them?"

"I don't know either." The little magic stick shook his head, his eyes were blank, "Hate, they treat me very well except for that matter, in fact, I have no position to resent them, but say I don't hate...Qi Zhao, I can't help it, If it weren't for the actions of the Elder's Mansion back then, I wouldn't have lived in such a mess."

Du Wen lowered his eyes: "They ruined my life."

Qi Zhao was silent for a long while, then stretched out his hand to stroke his hair: "No matter what, as long as you are willing, I am all for you."

"Okay." Du Wen squinted his eyes and smiled, and waved his hands, "Okay, okay, what are you talking about, actually, I want to tell you something about Yan Hui's fall this time... I doubt he died at all."

Yan Hui is Du Wen's elder brother, and he is a little god with a lot of affection, so it stands to reason that he wouldn't talk about him so indifferently, Qi Zhao knew there was something behind this as soon as he heard it: "Huh?"

"He has been deep in the city since he was a child, and he has a lot of thoughts. He was the one who wrote to the elders to tell me that I was with Yue Cang. In fact, there is one thing I didn't tell the elders. When I came out of the Gouchen Pagoda, I Although I was exhausted, I didn't get the spell at all, he was the one waiting outside, forcing me to give him the Gou Chen Ling, but I refused, so he pushed me into the dark pit, and after that I was born and died."

"..."

"Do you know how I felt back then, my father passed away, my respected grandpa forced me, and my only blood relative wanted to kill me, and I was also disheartened, so I went to the deserted city with Yue Cang, and Yan returned after I left Succession, but he didn't make a statement, and he couldn't support the city enchantment at all, plus the divination and what he said that day and night—"

Du Wen paused for a moment, then spoke again: "Qi Zhaozhao, I guess he actually faked his death in order to trick me into showing up and taking away the Gou Chenling, and by the way completely get rid of me... Do you believe me?"

Qi Zhao suddenly thought of the person who followed Xin Yi that day, could it be Yan Hui?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. He looked up at Du Wen's eyes, took a breath, and asked subconsciously, "Du Wen, do your eyes have something to do with Gou Chenling?"

Now the surprised person turned into Du Wen, and the little magic stick looked at him: "How do you know? In fact, the essence of a fortune-teller is to rely on his eyes. Only by seeing everything can he see the way of heaven. I am the blood of Gouchen Shenmu. But the source of the blood is not in the sea of ​​consciousness, but in the eyes."

Qi Zhao couldn't help frowning.

Du Wen didn't want to make him nervous, and he still didn't forget to joke after he finished speaking: "When I was a child, I read an ancient book, which said that my eyes are the eyes of heaven. Is this name stupid? I laughed for a long time at that time."

Qi Zhao rubbed his soft hair again: "Stupid."

"You're stupid." Du Wen was dissatisfied, "I don't care, I'm here with you, you have to protect me, I don't want to die so early, firstly, I can't bear to eat what Meng Ran cooks, secondly... I haven't had enough with Yuecang."

The last half sentence hit Qi Zhao's heart in an instant, he couldn't understand this feeling very well.

Qi Zhao nodded: "Alright, even though you won't be able to go back to Wanjing City with me, it would be nice to be a dominator in Shuofang City."

Du Wen agreed: "That's right, and if one day you quarrel with City Lord Xie, you can still come to me and beg for shelter."

Qi Zhao: "..."

He shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Happy?"

"I'm so happy." The little magic stick said with a smile, "Okay, okay, let them in, I think my family is a dead profiteer."

"Tsk."

Qi Zhao glanced at him, turned around and opened the door, Xie Shen and Yue Cang stood at the front of the steps, raised their heads when they heard the door opening, Qi Zhao smiled and said, "Come in."

Several people went in again, and seeing the little godstick sitting on the couch smiling, with blood on his cheeks and lips, looking in good spirits, they were relieved a lot.

It was already late at this time, and everyone didn't stay here for too long after saying goodbye to Du Wen, and returned to the inn after saying goodbye, Qi Zhao was worried about the little magic stick, and Du Wen kept him, so he and Xie Shen lived next door to them down.

After dinner, Xie Shen went back to the inn to pick up their bags, Yuecang went to the small kitchen to make medicine for Du Wen, the little magic stick was idle and bored, he casually grabbed a book and ran out, happily knocked on Qi Zhao's door.

Qi Zhao turned to invite him in, and the little magic stick sat down behind the table: "Qi Zhao, Qi Zhao, come quickly, I found an interesting book."

Qi Zhao didn't forget that Yue Cang had a previous record of selling pornographic books, and looked at him vigilantly. Du Wen understood the meaning in his eyes, coughed dryly and silently put the book back: "Okay."

Qi Zhao: "..."

Is it really that kind of book?

He sighed, and sat down opposite Du Wen: "Don't always look at what's available, besides, you are not in good health now, can you bear it?"

The little magic stick glared: "Why can't I bear it? I am a person with many years of experience. I can do any posture. If you don't believe me, try it!"

Qi Zhao: "..."

As soon as the little magic stick said it, he regretted it, and the old man blushed: "No, the main thing is to bicker with dead profiteers, I'm used to it."

Qi Zhao understood: "So every time you can't quarrel with him, you just say that you can do any posture and let him try it?"

The little magic stick glanced at him faintly.

Qi Zhao smiled: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it."

The little magic stick snorted, hesitated for a moment, then came over and hesitated and said, "Well, do you still have the ointment that Qin Xiu gave you last time? I'll give you the little yellow book Change."

"..." Qi Zhao's face also turned red, "Yes, I'll just give it to you, and I don't need the little yellow book."

He touched his bosom, took out a small white porcelain bottle and handed it to Du Wen, saying, "This seems to have a special effect, you'd better take it easy."

Du Wen gave him a meaningful look: "Take it with you?"

"...that's not the point."

Qi Zhao didn't answer his question, it was actually because of the efficacy of this ointment, he couldn't stand it, so he secretly hid it from Xie Shen to find out, and now Du Wenyao just wanted to be a favor.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reminded: "You must take it easy, remember?"

"I have a sense of proportion." Du Wen said, "Then I'll go back first, and Mushen will talk about it later."

Qi Zhao nodded helplessly: "Go, go."

The little magic stick put away the small porcelain bottle carefully, got up and went out happily, Qi Zhao sent him out, put his hand on the doorknob and was about to open the door, the smiling little magic stick suddenly changed his expression: "Qi Zhaozhao!"

The moment the ending sound fell, he reached out and grabbed the hem of Qi Zhao's clothes, and pulled it back violently, and at the same time they pushed the door away, there was a sudden loud noise on the door, and a crack appeared from the middle and spread rapidly, and the vines The door instantly turned into powder.

The cool night wind slowly blew in.

Standing in front of the night alone, holding a sword glowing with black light in his hand, he sneered and slashed at them.

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