The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

The cold water drops fell from the dome, dripped on the arm, trickled down a little bit, and penetrated into the mottled scars on the wrist, causing a sharp pain.

"Well……"

Zhang Kuang opened his eyes, looked at the silent Ruo Shui Restriction beside him, tried his best to tug on his thin black clothes, and curled up on the edge of the stone platform.

It has been five days since I was defeated by Mo Wusheng and trapped in this water prison.

Because of being restrained by spirit locks, the recovery of the body is extremely slow, and the damaged spirit veins are being repaired bit by bit, but it is a drop in the bucket.

It was extremely cold in the water prison. She only had a thin black dress on her body, her long eyelashes were drenched with water vapor, her fingertips were red from the cold, and even the tip of her nose was a little red.

Water dripped continuously from the dome, and the small sounds filled her ears. The noise made her upset, and she couldn't sleep anymore. She sat up suddenly, and smashed the wrist cuffs as if to vent her anger.

"Damn..."

Zhang Kuang bit his lower lip slightly, breathing tremblingly, his five fingers sank into his hair, and yanked it down indiscriminately.

Injuries are actually nothing, and it's not like she hasn't experienced a wound of this degree before, and she has long been used to enduring the pain and not making a sound.

At first, she was thinking about Yashan's love, but she didn't expect that they brought Zhitao yesterday. She felt sad looking at the other party, and even passed out very disappointingly.

When he woke up again, Zhitao was no longer there, the water prison was empty, and he was the only one left.

"Boom—"

The closed stone door suddenly opened, Zhang Kuang turned his head to look, and saw two people walking slowly from the shadows, gradually revealing their figures.

Both of them were dressed in brocade moon white robes, their steps were slow and steady, in the dim and dark water prison, it was like the sun and the moon shining brightly.

Feng Luoya and Ziyun?

Zhang Kuang glanced a few times, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.Bixu and Jinhuafeng couldn't fight each other, how did these two people who are not familiar with each other come together?

The two walked into the dungeon together, Feng Luoya said something in a low voice, Ziyun stepped back a few steps, and stood silently aside.

The stone steps broke through the weak water and slowly rose, Feng Luoya was walking ahead, but Zi Yun's expression was gloomy, she did not follow, but stood on the edge of the weak water restriction.

Zhang Kuang stood up and watched Feng Luoya walking towards him vigilantly. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the light in his pupils.

"The leader of the Demon Cult, who ranks first against the Dao and can destroy the Asura Dao by himself, has now fallen to such a state..."

Standing in front of Zhang Kuang, Feng Luoya leaned slightly, his eyes fell on her face, and he said with a half-smile: "It's really embarrassing."

Zhang Kuang glared at him without saying a word, but the other party smiled indifferently at her indifferent attitude.

The brocade robe fell down softly, revealing a pair of extremely pale hands with slender knuckles, five fingers slightly spread, hanging like claws a few inches in front of her neck.

...Clearly did not touch the skin, but there was an illusion of being strangled by the neck.

Zhang Kuang finally noticed something was wrong, he hid his body backwards, and asked vigilantly, "What do you mean?"

Feng Luoya smiled and closed his five fingers in vain. At the same time, Zhang Kuang's neck was strangled in an instant, and the aura surged into the muscles and bones, causing waves of pain.

"Oh!" She stepped back in pain, trembling uncontrollably, coughed intermittently, finally managed to catch her breath, and shouted through gritted teeth, "Let me go!!"

Feng Luoya withdrew his aura according to his words, allowing Zhang Kuang to stand unsteadily, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhang Kuang continued to cough, several red marks appeared on his waxy white neck, his throat was filled with rust, and even his breath was full of sporadic blood.

Feng Luoya looked at her condescendingly, and said softly, "What's the matter with your hibiscus spiritual root?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhang Kuang said coldly, "Get out of here!!"

"It's true that it has nothing to do with me, but I must know," Feng Luoya smiled, "If you don't eat a toast, you won't be fined. It seems that you don't want to talk."

He gently raised his hand, the spiritual energy between his five fingers intertwined and intertwined into a thread, and with a random wave, he rushed towards her like a snake, and immediately wrapped around his neck, strangling inward.

Lingsi found the hibiscus spiritual root in her body, circled around the slender flower branch, wrapped the branches and leaves tightly, and pulled the flower branch outward regardless of the obstruction of the spiritual vein.

"Well--!!"

Zhang Kuang slammed into the ground violently, as if his flesh and blood had been torn apart by a human being, the pain was excruciating.Her black hair was drenched with thin sweat, and the spirit locks jingled, constantly rolling over the delicate skin between her wrists.

"How?" Feng Luoya said softly, with a warm voice, "This hibiscus root is unique in the world, how did you get it?"

The air was gradually stripped away, Zhang Kuang's eye sockets were covered with a thin layer of red, and his breath became weaker and weaker, hanging like a thread, as if it would break in the next second.

Ziyun rushed up suddenly, pressed Feng Luoya's wrist suddenly, and shouted sharply: "Are you crazy? If you forcefully take out the spirit root, she will die!"

"So what?" Feng Luoya said leisurely, "Don't you want her to die?"

Ziyun froze, and said, "That...that's different."

"What's the difference?" Feng Luoya sneered, "The hibiscus' spiritual root appeared on her body inexplicably. What reason do you have so that I can't kill her?"

He sneered and said, "Furthermore, your most beloved and respected Immortal Hibiscus has been robbed of his spiritual root by this despicable villain. Don't you have any resentment or annoyance?"

Ziyun looked complicated, and said with difficulty: "...Leaving aside my selfishness, if you really killed the leader, how would you explain to Yashan?"

She paused, and explained softly: "And there is one thing, I want to confirm anyway."

Feng Luoya withdrew his spiritual energy as he said, but Zhang Kuang had no one to say anything. He couldn't bear the oppression of spiritual energy just now, and he lost consciousness and passed out.

"Ziyun, you should have thought about it," Feng Luoya said with a half-smile, "If you miss this opportunity, you...or, the enemy of the two of us, will get away with it."

Ziyun shook his head and explained: "Just now you also noticed that this spiritual root was born in Zhang Kuang's body, and it has been fused with her for a long time, so it is extremely difficult to take it out. If she really kills the immortal to take out the spiritual root, it will not be suitable for such a situation at all. point."

Feng Luoya asked back: "So what? How can you prove that Mu Jin voluntarily lost most of her cultivation and took out this spiritual root for her even though she didn't hesitate to consume her own spiritual veins?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure," Ziyun sighed softly, "So, I want to take Zhang Kuang to Jinhua Peak."

.

Feng Luoya was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud. He flicked his long sleeves and said, "I'm also quite curious. Since you said so, let's go."

Feng Luoya opened the weak water restriction, and Ziyun brought Zhang Kuang out. After the three of them got out of the water prison, majestic light poured down, piercing people's eyes.

Zi Yun said calmly: "The head may come at any time, we must bring Zhang Kuang back before then."

Feng Luoya said slowly: "Don't worry, Qianren Mace, Li Gu, and even a few people from the ghost market, who have been instigated by someone, are gathering to make trouble on Yashan."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Kuang, who was supported by Ziyun, and the smile on his face grew wider: "It's for our convenience."

He had a lot of meaning, but Ziyun didn't realize it, and frowned slightly suspiciously, not knowing what Feng Luoya meant by "being provoked by others".

The ban on Jinhua Peak was overwhelming, and the entire peak was shrouded in thick fog. Feng Luoya walked ahead one step ahead, while Ziyun walked inward slowly with Zhang Kuang on his back.

Zhang Kuang was restrained by spirit locks, and her spirit root was almost born by life. She was restrained by the quilt in a dazed state, and it took a long time to regain a little consciousness.

She had a severe headache, looked at the white fog around her in a daze, and said weakly, "Where are you taking me?"

Ziyun didn't say a word, and led her forward. From time to time, vines appeared in the white mist, trying to block the progress of the three of them, but they were all cut off by Feng Luoya with a fire blade.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally passed through the first layer of restriction and came to the vast open space.The white mist no longer surged up layer by layer, but quietly wrapped around his side, dormant and waiting for the opportunity.

Ziyun said softly, "This is it."

She let go of Zhang Kuang, looked at the other party with a complicated expression, took a deep breath, and said, as if she had finally made up her mind, "Go forward."

Standing on the same spot arrogantly, he said displeasedly: "Why? I will leave when you tell me to?"

She was tortured in the water dungeon, she was already exhausted after five days, and she finally had a little free time, but she was forcefully escorted out by these two people, it was simply inexplicable.

Feng Luoya said leisurely: "Xia Zhitao, a disciple of Shuijing Peak, has attracted many rebels in the past few days, and is now concentrating on finding troubles on Yashan, and seems to want to take the opportunity to find you."

"Guess, if I pass a letter to the head now," he said with a wider smile, "what will happen to your little lover?"

Zhang Kuang's body froze suddenly, she clenched her fingers tightly, her lower lip was bitten bloodshot, and tremblingly said: "You——!!"

Feng Luoya smiled and said, "What's wrong, so excited?"

Zhang Kuang's figure was unstable, he staggered a step back, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he said in a low voice, "It's nothing...just follow your orders."

She turned around, looked at the white mist overflowing in front of her, and strode forward without the slightest hesitation.

The black boots stepped through the white mist, and the mist dispersed like smoke. Not far in front of her, the mist suddenly gathered, and a figure was vaguely drawn.

--How is this going?

Zhang Kuang stopped in surprise, the features and eyes of the people in the mist were extremely familiar, as if they were carved out of a mold.

"Who are you?" Zhang Kuang asked subconsciously, taking a step back, "Why do you..."

The white mist dissipated quietly, and the man was dressed in a litmus robe, with black hair scattered on his shoulders like a waterfall, and his outline was thin and transparent, like a bright moon falling from the tip of a leaf.

She walked towards Zhang Kuang, and raised her hand to cover the other's cheek. Her brows and eyes, which were normal in the past, were covered with a little smile at this moment.

"Lan'er," she said softly, "I miss you very much."

Zhang Kuang was a little taken aback, this name was extremely familiar, there was only one person in the world who would call her that.

But the person in the memory is just an ordinary-looking, ordinary mortal, nothing similar to the person in front of him.

Zhang Kuang was very at a loss, she stood there uncomfortably, did not push the other party away, but let the photo gently wrap her neck around her neck, and hugged herself in her arms.

Clearly, it is just a photo of consciousness formed by the condensed white mist, which cannot see or touch anything.

But when the sunlight shone through the white mist and reflected on her face, she was in a daze, and felt that the man seemed to be shedding tears, and there was a light white mark at the corner of her eyes.

"……who are you?"

Zhang Kuang asked in a low voice, but did not answer her.

The author has something to say: [an unknown booklet]

On X, X, 26, X, what did Feng want me to join Bixu Peak?Let me go to him, where is the senior sister, I will be there, and I will follow the senior sister resolutely.

On October 10, X, Feng Hansha was so haunted that he dared to threaten me with Zhitao, and he was pushed to the ground as soon as he went out and beat him twice.