I heard that whatever I write will come true [Transmigration Book]

Huan Chengzhi's words were particularly imposing, coupled with his speed of walking back that could not be refused, moved He Yufan, and couldn't help thinking of a Su and Lei who was enduring in the world of novels set up--

Overbearing president.

Look at that beautiful black hair, that straight back and thin waist.If he was supplemented with a red-clothed beauty with long legs and thin waist, then he would be a coquettish slut of a domineering fairy......

He Yufan was filled with all kinds of sourness in his head, and he couldn't hold back, and let out a "puchi" laugh.

Huan Chengzhi stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at Hawkeye, and said impatiently, "What's wrong with you?"

"No." He Yufan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I just want to ask you, is it difficult for you to make a breakthrough? Is there any danger?"

Huan Chengzhi raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

He Yufan said: "That's right, I'm the one who wants to go out, it's not justified to ask you to work hard. So otherwise, I..."

"You don't need to do anything you don't want to do." Huan Chengzhi interrupted.

Staring at He Yufan's puzzled phoenix eyes, he suddenly laughed: "Our agreement at the time was that you healed my wounds, and I would take you out. Now that your promise is fulfilled, don't make me feel like a waste."

He Yufan was taken aback, then quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

The upward arc of Huan Chengzhi's mouth increased a lot, and he said softly, "I know." Then he continued the previous steps, dragging the person into the room.

This was the first time that He Yufan expressed to him that he was willing to practice, and it was also the first time that he realized that compared to his own wishes, he was more inclined to put the other person's feelings first.

But even so, he still failed to selflessly tell He Yufan the way to break the formation, and let He Yufan use his golden core cultivation to crush this maze.

He will work hard to cultivate the alchemy as soon as possible, so these days before the alchemy, let's treat it as the last bit of greedy indulgence...

Huan Chengzhi thought, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes.

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The small courtyard where Yuxuan lived was actually not that big, and Huan Chengzhi was walking fast, and within a few minutes, the two of them returned to the previous room.

It's just that Huan Chengzhi didn't lie down on the soft cushion he had been lying on before, but stood at the door thinking for a moment, then bent down to pick up the cushion, and walked back outside the house with it.

This time he didn't go to pull He Yufan again, but the latter blinked his phoenix eyes twice, and followed him consciously. It wasn't until he saw someone put the cushion under the red fruit tree in the yard that he asked curiously. : "Are you planning to practice here?"

Huan Chengzhi nodded: "After all, the house blocks the sky and the ground. In comparison, the aura in the courtyard is stronger."

He Yufan understood, he looked up at the huge tree shade above his head, and made sure that Huan Chengzhi would not be exposed to the sun, so he didn't speak again, turned around and left in the direction of the main house.

The latter was a little puzzled, and his sword eyebrows twisted together unconsciously.

Although he was planning to ask the man to go back to the house to avoid the wind and sun, but now that he was one step ahead of him and acted on his own, the feeling in his heart was a little indescribable.

However, before he could calm down, He Yufan's displeased voice came from the room.

Simply calling his name was enough to make Huan Chengzhi smile happily.

Walk a few steps quickly, and when Huan Chengzhi entered the room, he saw He Yufan bending over to compete with the three-foot-square mahogany table.

Huan Chengzhi raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Move out." He Yufan said with a natural look on his face, "But this thing is too heavy, and I can't move it by myself, so I asked you to come in and help. If you lift your head, we should be able to do it." .”

As he spoke, he pointed to where Huan Chengzhi should lift.

Huan Chengzhi looked at the table dumbfounded, and when his gaze returned to He Yufan's face, he didn't act according to his words.

Facing the puzzled eyes of the other party, Huan Chengzhi said helplessly: "You can just write your scriptures in the room. There is wind and sun outside, so there is no need to go if you don't practice."

He Yufan frowned: "But you're outside. Even if you don't know what's going on around you when you're meditating, it's better to have someone panting beside you, right? At least you're not alone anymore."

While speaking, He Yufan kept staring into Huan Chengzhi's eyes.Until the last word fell, the latter still couldn't recover from the sudden joy in his heart.

Reason told him that the reason why He Yufan would do this was because he himself was a mortal who was afraid of loneliness, so he would think that a cultivator like Huan Chengzhi, who was celibate for months and a year in seclusion, would also be afraid of loneliness.

But even so, it couldn't change the fact that He Yufan cared about him.

Thinking about it, Huan Chengzhi immediately became happy.

However, he still didn't follow He Yufan's request.

He took a step forward and walked to the table, raised his hand and swiped a few times on the table.Before He Yufan could ask anything, a silver light lit up from his fingertips.As the scope of the silver light became wider and wider until it covered the entire square table, Huan Chengzhi opened his thin lips slightly, and whispered: "Take it."

The next moment, a bright light flashed suddenly.When He Yufan opened his eyes again, the table had disappeared in place.

Huan Chengzhi raised his chin slightly, and looked at He Yufan with a slightly satisfied expression.

Although his expression was still noble and glamorous, when He Yufan looked at it, he always felt that this person was asking him for praise.

Moved by his heart, He Yufan happily rubbed Huan Chengzhi's head twice, squinted his eyes with a smile and said, "This trick is so powerful."

The latter glanced at him and pursed his lips slightly.

Reason told him that he should be angry at such disrespectful behavior like petting a dog.However, seeing He Yufan's smiling face, let alone being angry, Huan Chengzhi even felt joyful and sweet in his heart.

This feeling of being out of control was not the first time, but it became clearer and more frightening each time.

Huan Chengzhi suppressed the corners of his lips that were about to twitch, left a cold snort, and left the hut first.

He Yufan laughed even more because of his arrogant appearance, but he didn't say anything, just went back to the small courtyard with others.

For the next half day, Huan Chengzhi meditated with peace of mind, and He Yufan leaned on the recliner to write and draw from time to time.It wasn't until the setting sun was about to set that Huan Chengzhi opened his eyes and got up, walked around behind the squinted-eyed man who was dangling on the chair with his eyes closed, and looked closely at the script he had been writing all afternoon.

"Are you rewriting the Four Sects this time?"

Huan Chengzhi's voice was full of a gentle smile.

When He Yufan heard this, he opened his eyes slightly and shook his head again: "I'm making this up, it's just A, B, C, D, you don't want to be seated."

"Oh——" Huan Chengzhi nodded obediently, drawing out his tone, and continued to ask after He Yufan looked over dissatisfiedly: "Then tell me, A sent this fairy artifact that has been missing for 100 years. Where did it appear?"

Some readers are curious about the plot, so He Yufan is naturally very happy.He rubbed his chin, and said with a mysterious expression: "In three months' time, a secret realm will appear in the East China Sea. But if there are any obstacles in it, I'll think about it at night and write it up for you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Huan Chengzhi responded with a smile.

The two chatted back and forth, but they didn't take this matter to heart.

What they didn't know was that at this moment, in the Changyue Gate far away on the top of Wanmang Mountain, the head of the sect, Daoist Ningxu, was nervously clasping his hands, staring at the white-haired old man with closed eyes and counting beside him.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes and said slowly, "Three months later, Dongfang."