villain is a good guy

The four eyes met, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Luan Niao's peasy eyes blinked desperately, while Ling Jiu's dark eyes were full of coldness.

Yan Rongyi folded her wings nervously, looking at the magnified handsome face of her master, she almost fainted.

He has never been in close contact with Master like this before!

Yan Rongyi's heart beat uncontrollably, for a moment, she even forgot that she had turned into a bird, and turned her head away in embarrassment.

And Ling Jiu frowned deeply, looked at the chubby phoenix cub, and sighed.

The luan bird is an auspicious beast, and it likes to fly with the sunset, and because of its melodious cry, it is deeply loved by monks.

But how can a Luanniao, who lost its mother at birth, survive in the spirit beast forest?

Besides, this luan bird...

This luan bird is different from other luan birds. It has a long blue feather on its forehead. Even if it can grow up, the luan bird group will not accept such a cub.

So Ling Jiu sighed deeply.

"It" doesn't know the suffering in the world, and it thrashes about to jump onto Ling Jiushen's shoulder.

Ling Jiushen wanted to brush it away, but when he stretched out his hand, his fingertips touched the fluffy feathers of the Luan bird, his heart felt numb, and his fingers froze in mid-air for a long time, but he finally retracted them.

Venerable Chengying is a great power in the world, and his mood has long been calm. If this is just an ordinary luan bird, he will never feel palpitations.

Could it be that……

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes suddenly, looked at the dried blood on the ground, thought of the missing apprentice, then turned his head to look at Luanniao, his eyes were like torches——

Soft and immature feathers grazed the corners of his lips, like a kiss gentler than a breeze.

Ling Jiu was deeply shocked, the wind and frost in his eyes faded away, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Yan Rong clung to her master's shoulders dizzily, facing the wind, stretching her feathers, and after a while, suddenly woke up.

How did he become a bird?

Where is Master's Shadow Bearing Sword?

Yan Rongyi froze as a bird, jumped off Ling Jiushen's shoulder with her small paws, and then... fell into the pitch-black Taoist robe.

Ling Jiushen picked him up again, and raised his sharp eyebrows amusedly: "Can't fly?"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi became anxious, flapped her fragile wings, and called: "Jiu Jiu Jiu."

——Master, it's me!

Ling Jiushen spread out his palms, letting the chubby Luanniao curl up in his palms, and an unspeakable strangeness flashed in his eyes.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——How did I become a luan bird?

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——Chengyingjian, master, where is your Chengyingjian!

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——Master, it was Dongfang Yu who was hurt by Luo Yu, not me!

Yan Rongyi screamed dryly, and sat down in Ling Jiushen's palm, the blue feathers on top of her head swaying and swaying with the wind.

Ling Jiu stretched out a finger thoughtfully, gently pressed down the feather on the top of his head, and let go before Yan Rongyi jumped up.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——Master, sword... sword!

Yan Rongyi turned into a bird, unable to grasp the sword art, and naturally also unable to control the Yingying Sword.

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn't imagine the scene of Cheng Yingjian being picked up by others.

That is Master's natal flying sword, how can others defile it?

He didn't realize that he was becoming more and more like Yan Rongyi, and he didn't treat Ling Jiushen without the estrangement of being a "time traveler".

Although Ling Jiushen couldn't understand what Luanniao was saying, he could guess what the apprentice in his heart cared about.

So he closed his eyes and whispered, "Here comes the sword!"

Waves surged in the woods, and the Yingying Sword rose from the ground, and appeared in front of them with a sharp sword shadow.

Venerable Chengying stretched out his hand to hold the sword body, and looked in the direction that Chengying sword flew from: "It turned out to be next to your eggshell."

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——Yes, yes, Master, have you guessed who I am?

Under Yan Rongyi's earnest eyes, Venerable Cheng Ying frowned and thought: "I have already given the flying sword of my life to Rong Yi, how could Rong Yi throw it on the ground?"

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——Because I have become a bird!

"Could it be," Ling Jiu looked deeply at the fluttering phoenix, with an expression of sudden understanding, "Could it be that you and my Fushan faction..."

"Choo Choo Choo!"

——That's right, I am the big brother of the Fushan School, your apprentice, Yan Rongyi!

"Could it be that you are destined to be with my Fushan faction?" Ling Jiushen suppressed the smile on his lips, and stuffed the froze ostrich into the sleeve cage, "Since there is a destiny, I will take you back to Fushan."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi collapsed in the depths of the armhole in a daze, not only disappointed, but also dissatisfied.

It's fine if the master doesn't recognize him, why are we going back to Fushan now?

If you believe elder Guanfengge so easily, if he can change back in the future, can he continue to be Venerable Chengying's apprentice?

Could it be...even the master is a puppet manipulated by the plot?

Yan Rong felt like falling into an ice cellar.

Ever since he found out that he was time-traveling and was the villain in "Strategy", he had never been so desperate.

Because Ling Jiu deeply believed in him.

No matter how many times the body of "Yan Rongyi" has been traversed, and how many plots he was forced to go through, Ling Jiushen never gave up on him.

But now, the last person in the world who believed in him was also disappointed.

Yan Rongyi fell down in Ling Jiushen's icy sleeve cage, hugged her chubby body with her thin wings, and let out a few cries of frustration.

At the same time, Luo Yu, who was in Guanfeng Town, was proudly admiring the blue feather in her palm: "With Fei Lian's feather in hand, who else can do anything to me in the future?"

Hei Wu lying beside the bed hiccupped more than a dozen times, muttering lazily: "I advise you to refine Feilian Zhiyu earlier. Dongfang Yu was seriously injured and comatose, life and death are uncertain, but if his life is fatal, wake up , will definitely tell the truth of the matter. At that time, the plot will completely collapse, and even the Dao of Heaven will not be able to save you."

"No." Luo Yu has confidence in her sword skills, "Even if that sword didn't kill him, it would take hundreds of years for the elders of Guanfeng Pavilion to save him... However, before today, I still have to save him." I really didn't expect that the elder brother of Guan Fengge was transformed from a spirit beast."

A sinister light flashed in Luo Yu's eyes: "Take ten thousand steps back, if Dongfang Yu really wakes up, I will release the news that he is Fei Lian, and we don't need to do anything at that time, there will be all kinds of people coveting Fei Lian The people who go to Guanfeng Pavilion to discuss the explanation."

"...It is not uncommon for a spirit beast to transform into a human being, but if this person has already become a senior brother of a great sect, it will be a disaster."

"You have so many bad ideas." The black mist floated to Luo Yu's side with difficulty, and hiccupped again.

Luo Yu turned her head in distaste: "Who did you eat to make it like this?"

"I don't eat people." Hei Wu snorted coldly, "It's just some spirit beasts, nothing is better than nothing."

Then he urged him to quickly refine Fei Lian's feather.

"Although no one suspects you now, if the news spreads that Feilian Zhiyu is in your hands... Guan Fengge will definitely find out that you are inseparable from Dongfang Yu's injury, and Ling Jiushen will not let you go! "

"Okay, okay, I'll refine Feilian's Feather right now, don't talk nonsense." The moment Luo Yu impatiently released the Furong Sword from the sword pill, Hei Wu suddenly screamed, "That's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"This is not Feilian's Feather!" The black mist rolled violently, and then roared angrily, "Good for you Dongfang Yu... good for you Yan Rongyi!"

"...This is Fake Feather!"

"What?!" Luo Yu's expression froze suddenly, and she lifted the cyan feather from the table in disbelief, and then released her spiritual energy. After refining the formula for a long time, the cyan feather was not integrated into the Furong Sword , the color is getting brighter.

It really is a fake feather.

"What about the real feather?" Luo Yu's sword-holding hand kept trembling because of anger, "Is the real feather still on Dongfang Yu, or... was it taken away by Yan Rongyi?"

Hei Wu couldn't answer Luo Yu's question, because he didn't know who had tampered with the moment of life and death.

There was a dull sound outside the door.

But this time it was no longer Wangshui and Lianyu, but Baishuang who hurried over.

Luo Yu stood in front of the door with a gloomy face, listening to the noise outside the door with lowered eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up again when she heard Bai Shuang called "Senior Brother" in panic.

The dusty Bai Shuang knelt in the messy bedroom, looking at the two fingers scattered on the ground, her face was pale, her trembling arms stretched out, and then retracted.

No, that's not Wangshui's fingers.

he thought desperately.

Brother Wang Shui is so powerful, how could someone cut off his fingers and disappear in the inn?

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother Wangshui!" Bai Shuang hugged her head in pain, "Why..."

He staggered up, bumped into the chair accidentally, and almost fell back to his knees.

It was precisely this collision that made Bai Shuang see an inconspicuous red cloth hanging beside the chair.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

That color... Bai Shuang couldn't be more familiar with it.

Up and down the Fushan Mountain, there was only one person wearing a red Taoist robe.

But Bai Shuang didn't believe the facts, he reached out his hand stubbornly, and took the cloth strip from the side of the chair. After seeing Daowen flashing golden streamer on the cloth strip, his eyes went dark, and he knelt down on the ground completely.

"Senior Brother Yan... no, absolutely not..." Bai Shuang murmured helplessly, drowned in the noise outside the window.

The Yan Rongyi that Bai Shuang was talking about rolled around in Ling Jiushen's sleeve twice before being picked up by the master again.

In front of him was everything about the very familiar Fushan School, even the Dongfu was no different from when he left.

"You can't fly yet, so live with me." Ling Jiushen's voice came from above Yan Rongyi's head, with imperceptible teasing in his tone, "You can also go to the bamboo house over there. "

As soon as the words fell, the red ostrich tilted its head and angrily pecked his fingertips away.

That was his bamboo house, why should a bird go there?

Could it be that he is similar to a bird in Ling Jiushen's eyes?

The smile in Ling Jiushen's eyes grew stronger, and he curled his fingers to flick the blue feathers on Luanniao's forehead. Seeing that he fell back into his palm because he couldn't stand still, he finally couldn't help but chuckle.

This smile made Yan Rongyi's eyes go black with anger, and then she was stunned. Doudou stared at Ling Jiushen's warm smile like a spring breeze without blinking.

He found that Master was different in front of Luanniao than in front of himself.

In those eyes that are often filled with snow in memory, the ice has melted, and the gentle eyes are like spring water, sparkling.

"Stay here and wait for the apprentice who is the teacher to come back..."

Yan Rongyi's thoughts were attracted by Ling Jiushen's words, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

In Ling Jiushen's eyes, he...

"Master!"

"Master!"

Two anxious calls interrupted Ling Jiushen's words.

Qin Qin, who was dressed in a black suit, met the sweaty Bai Shuang.

They looked at each other and knelt down in front of Ling Jiushen in unison.

Qin Qin presented a blood-red battle card with both hands: "Master, because of Dongfang Yu's serious injury and unconsciousness, Guan Fengge has united with dozens of sects to hold a demon-killing meeting and crusade against Senior Brother Yan!"

Bai Shuang tremblingly held up the red silk cloth wrapped with the severed finger, choked up and said: "Master, Senior Brother Wang Shui's whereabouts are unknown, only... only..."

As the cold wind blew, the red cloth fluttered down at Ling Jiushen's feet, and the pale severed fingers under the red cloth appeared in front of everyone.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-0621:10:07~2020-05-0723:49:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Black;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!