The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

The drops of water dripped and fell on the dark gray rocks, making a crisp sound of water.

Xia Zhitao was a little dazed, with five fingers buried in her black hair, she buried herself in the black robe, biting her lower lip tightly.

——What have I done! !

Zhang Kuang himself was pale, and his hair hangs down his neck, making the red marks more and more obvious.

She thought she was going crazy.

There were no other people present, and the ancient sword wrapped in black cloth was not considered. Therefore, no matter how you think about it, there is only one person who can bite the leader's neck out.

"Sorry... just now I..."

Xia Zhitao didn't dare to look up at all, and in her heart she cursed Jian Sha, who was the "culprit", over and over a dozen times, her face flushed red.

"A little wound, it will heal later." Zhang Kuang was busy dealing with the ancient sword with a black cloth, without raising his head, "Take a rest first, and I will take you back later."

Xia Zhitao Nuonuo responded, raised her hand to cover her cheek, her thoughts were in a mess, and suddenly, she thought of the arrogant and casual sentence "bite it back" before.

Her face burned up.

All kinds of messy thoughts came one after another, which shocked Xia Zhitao a lot.

She secretly thought that she was hopeless, buried her whole body in the black robe for a long time, and finally calmed down a little.

At the same time, the other party didn't realize it, and kept moving in his hand, quickly tied up the ancient sword with five flowers, and tied it tightly.

The black cloth covered it tightly, so that the original appearance could not be seen at all.

The long sword was not reconciled, it buzzed and vibrated in her hand, and the sword slammed into the scabbard violently, as if trying to escape.

Zhang Kuang sneered: "What?"

She slapped it suddenly, and the surging spiritual power poured into the blade, but in an instant, the neighing was suppressed to nothing.

Zhujian Villa's reputation is well-deserved. This sword demon is extremely fierce. He was suppressed by countless sword spirits. He was trapped in the Jianjian Tomb for 15 years, and his resentment had already turned into steaming killing intent.

If it wasn't for Zhang Kuang, he would be by his side, using the coldness of the cold spring, to transfer all the evil spirits in Xia Zhitao's body, and then use the huge spiritual power to suppress him...

Xia Zhitao will definitely be buried here.

The extradition method consumes a lot of spiritual power, Zhang Kuang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little exhausted, but as long as Xia Zhitao is safe and sound, no matter what it is, it will be worth it.

"Just now, Jiansha suddenly found you, and the evil spirit hit the bone veins, causing the spirit veins to vibrate and flow back," Zhang Kuang explained, "I suppressed it for you."

Xia Zhitao nodded, her black robe made her cheeks a little pale.She leaned over slightly and said, "Is this the eldest son's legacy sword?"

Zhang Kuang nodded: "This is it."

She paused, then suddenly asked: "Zhitao, do you have a storage ring, or do you have anything from the Sword Forging Villa on your body?"

Seeing Xia Zhitao's blank expression, Zhang Kuang quickly explained: "That Jiansha said that it suddenly attacked you when it encountered a familiar aura."

She added: "But don't worry, I've made it kneel down and apologize."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

You are worthy of being a trustworthy and reliable leader, no matter you are the anti-path young master or imprisoned Jiansha, in the face of overwhelming strength, you still have to be obedient.

"The words of Zhujian Villa," Xia Zhitao thought about it, untied the sword from his waist, and handed it to Zhang Kuang, "Is it this one?"

The ancient sword wrapped in black cloth gave a "buzz", Zhang Kuang glanced at it sideways, and replied, "It's not this one."

Unexpectedly, besides Xiaohua Lingzhu, Zhang Kuang could communicate with the consciousness in the sword, just like a humanoid self-propelled translator.

Xia Zhitao was a little embarrassed, and said: "I should only have this saber, could it be something in the storage ring?"

Zhang Kuang said: "It's okay if you can't find it."

She tapped the hilt of the sword with her fingers, and sneered: "This seat is here, let me see if it dares to make a mistake."

Xia Zhitao laughed, but even so, she still took out the storage ring, and her spiritual sense searched it carefully, and found something in a corner.

With a thought, a small claw dagger fell into the palm of the hand. The scabbard was as black as ink, and there was a huge spiritual power hidden in it.

"This dagger was made by Zhujian Mountain Villa. It was soaked in Lingquan for 49 days. It is mostly used to deal with demons and demon cultivators."

Zhang Kuang faithfully acted as a translator, repeating Gu Jian's words, but suddenly paused in the middle of speaking, and whispered: "Zhitao, why do you have this?"

Xia Zhitao: "...I forgot too."

No matter how you look at this small dagger, it looks familiar no matter what, Xia Zhitao racked his brains to recall it for a long time, and finally found a long memory: "Master Qin gave it to me."

Zhang Kuang was a little dazed: "Qin Zhi? Why did she give you this?"

Xia Zhitao glanced at her, and said: "Master Qin thinks that Zhang Lan, the junior sister of Yuwan Peak, is your illegitimate daughter, the leader, so give me this dagger for self-defense."

Zhang Kuang couldn't sit still, staggered, and said in horror: "What, what—"

"A illegitimate daughter," Xia Zhitao said intentionally, "Actually, I'm also quite curious, sir, do you really have an illegitimate daughter? Or an illegitimate child?"

Zhang Kuang panicked: "No!"

She was completely dumbfounded, and repeatedly assured: "Absolutely not, I don't even have a partner, let alone an illegitimate child...Really, I swear to God."

Xia Zhitao couldn't help laughing, but she had to pretend to be serious, and said, "You are the leader of the Demon Cult, why did you swear to the sky?"

Zhang Kuang wondered: "Then..."

"Okay, okay, I'm kidding you," Xia Zhitao finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

She raised her five fingers, wiped the corners of her eyes gently, and said with a smile: "I don't even think about how old you are this year, Xiao Kuang, where did you get an illegitimate daughter?"

Zhang Kuang tilted his head, looking at Xia Zhitao with a pair of black and white eyes, as if he wanted to refute, but he couldn't do it.

She thought for a moment, looking quite distressed, and finally she could only change the topic abruptly: "Since the left sword has been found, do you want to go back to Luan Graves?"

Xia Zhitao nodded, she stood up, and wanted to take off the black robe and hand it over to Zhang Kuang, but was gently held down by the other party.

"No, it's a bit chilly in the cave," Zhang Kuang said, "You should wear it."

Xia Zhitao said: "Aren't you cold?"

She remembered that the other party was naturally a little afraid of the cold, terribly afraid of the cold, but in the cold spring of this cave, only wearing thin black clothes, he dared to wander around without being afraid of freezing.

Zhang Kuang said: "Fortunately, mainly I had a fight with Jiansha, which knocked down half of the cave and blocked the entrance of the cold spring."

Xia Zhitao turned her head silently, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Hanquan, which was completely buried by the gravel and could no longer see its original appearance.

The black robe was draped softly on her shoulders, blocking the cold water vapor in the air, Xia Zhitao lowered her head slightly, and tightened her neckline.

There is a faint scent of hibiscus flowers around the tip of the nose, wrapping the body warmly, pouring into the tip of the heart like a stream.

She felt that her cheeks were a little hot.

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From the sword burial mound to the random graveyard, the two are inexplicably similar, but one is for burying swords, while the other is for burying bones.

But what they didn't expect was that there was a row of white-boned horse-drawn carriages surrounded by the mass graves, and a purple-clothed figure was sitting in the convoy, talking to an old man angrily.

"Grandma, you can either kill all these people, or ignore them. What's the point of keeping us surrounded here?"

Old Wu Yan sighed and murmured brokenly: "I'm getting old, it hurts my muscles and bones..."

"Shut up!" Liu Ling scolded, "I didn't let you hit the cliff mountain, what's wrong with guarding the ground, can a bunch of drunks break your waist?"

Wu Yan was just about to refute with an old grunt, when he looked up and saw Zhang Kuang and Xia Zhitao, he couldn't help but asked in surprise, "My lord?"

He looked at the two people, and suddenly found that Xia Zhitao was wearing a somewhat familiar black robe with cloud patterns, and his heart trembled violently.

Isn't this the black robe of the leader of the Demon Cult? Why didn't he wear it on Zhang Kuang, but put it on the little girl instead?

Terrible, terrific, Wuyan Lao was dumbfounded, secretly thinking that this person's identity is definitely not ordinary.

It is said that the leader of the Demon Cult has slept with eight hundred lovers if not one thousand, but he has always "lived among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches his body", and never lasts more than two nights.

But now this girl with a pretty face and beautiful eyebrows is wearing a black robe, so it's hard to be some kind of new favorite concubine——

Mr. Wu Yan was on the road of brain supplementation and never returned, and Liu Ling naturally caught a glimpse of the two of them, and sneered: "The good baby is back?"

She jumped down from the roof of the car, snapped her fingers smartly, and a dozen or so apostles stepped forward in response.

A vague figure was detained among the apostles. The man lowered his head, his face was flushed, and he was muttering messy words.

It was the drunk man I saw before.

Xia Zhitao said helplessly: "Young Master Liu, I thought you had gone back, what's the point of holding this person..."

"Why, you won't be detaining him anymore," Liu Ling said displeased, "My majestic young lord, humbly helping you guard this person, you have to thank me."

Saying that, the apostles in black let go of their hands, and the drunk man fell crookedly to the ground.

He supported himself on his elbows, his one eye fell on Zhang Kuang, and he grinned.

Anyway, there's no need to argue with a drunk.

Zhang Kuang rested the long sword he was carrying, threw it on the ground with a "bang", and said, "I brought what you wanted."

As soon as the words fell, the drunk man trembled violently.The one-eyed man shrouded in white mist was instantly clear, staring at the ancient sword firmly, his body trembled violently.

Before anyone could speak, he rushed over without hesitation, holding the long sword tightly in his arms, his five fingers were covered with mud, his joints were protruding one by one, he was holding the chapped skin like a dead branch, holding the long sword His movements were extremely gentle.

The drunk man carefully unwrapped the black cloth that wrapped the sword, without any sign of neglect, as if what he was holding in his arms was not a broken ancient sword, but a rare treasure.

The long sword came out of its sheath, and the blade was broken into two sections in the middle, but it was still hard to hide its sharpness.

The horrible experience before was still fresh in his memory, Xia Zhitao felt a shock in his heart, and stepped back unconsciously, his shoulders were gently supported.

Zhang Kuang lowered his head, his voice whispered around his ears, "Don't be afraid."

The broken sword buzzed, and the drunk man's five fingers were unsteady, and he broke free.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Broken Sword was suspended in mid-air, and black mist spread around it, as if it had condensed into a solid body, wrapping around the sword like vines.

"This is the master's sword spirit."

The drunk man suddenly spoke, his voice was no longer chaotic, but clear and powerful: "The master is dead, but it is still alive."

The Broken Sword shook its face lightly, and made a sound of "Zheng", as if responding to the drunk man.

Zhang Kuang said, "Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Zhang Kuang looking at the broken sword, Liu Ling was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Master, can you understand the words of the sword?"

"Yes, what?"

Zhang Kuang glanced at her, and said hesitantly, "It said, it wants to find... looking for Nannie?"

The drunk man's expression suddenly became agitated, and wept with joy: "This is the young lady's baby name!"

"I know, I just knew," he cried out, almost breaking his voice, "Miss is still alive!"

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The Broken Sword buzzed and was pulled forward by the black mist, while the drunk man got up and followed him stumbled, every step was difficult.

Zhang Kuang and Xia Zhitao followed immediately, and Liu Ling hurried over after explaining a few words to Elder Wuyan.

Liu Ling glanced at Broken Sword, and said in surprise: "I really let you find it, didn't Zhujian Villa block it?"

"The sword village set up ten layers of restrictions, and even buried the sword spirits to suppress it," Zhang Kuang said lazily, "but they can't stop me."

Liu Ling: "..."

She will not be able to talk to this person in the future, she is more angry than others, if this continues, sooner or later she will be pissed off by the leader and have a heart attack.

Broken Sword was dragged by the black mist, guiding the direction for everyone.

The strange thing is that it never left the mass grave, but wandered around on the hillside, as if looking for something.

After walking around the chaotic graveyard for the third time, Liu Ling couldn't bear it first, and stood in front of the broken sword.

"What's going on?!"

Liu Ling pointed to a wooden mausoleum beside her, and said impatiently, "We've already circled these three times, how do we know we're going around in circles?"

Xia Zhitao hesitated and said: "It said it would take us to find someone, but it has been wandering around the graveyard, could it be..."

She tightened Zhang Kuang's black robe a little, walked slowly to the bottom of the broken sword, and bent slightly.

Five fingers touched the dark gray soil, flicked it away, pushed it down layer by layer, and touched something hard.

Xia Zhitao paused.

In the small hole she brushed away, a small piece of pale bones stood up abruptly, against the almost pitch-black soil, it looked particularly dazzling.

Xia Zhitao sighed softly, and pushed the soil back with her hands, covering the pale bones again.

"Don't look for it, she's here."

Xia Zhitao stood up and said softly, "It's right next to us, scattered throughout the mass graves."

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The drunk man knelt down on the ground in a daze, stretched out his hand while whimpering, touched a broken wooden mausoleum, and hugged it tightly into his arms.

The ancient sword fell to the ground, without the cold light before, and the black mist dispersed, just lying quietly in the soil like that.

It seems that the so-called 'disappearance' is nothing more than Jianzhuang's cover-up.But the key point is that if the eldest brother's only daughter has already died——

Then who would be the one who killed the two villa owners and avenged the family?

According to Qian Renmae's previous investigation, there are also rumors in the market.The five brothers support each other and are like brothers and sisters, and they have a very good relationship with each other.

It's hard to guess what happened 15 years ago that turned the five brothers against each other, and even joined forces to murder their common elder brother.

Liu Ling was called away by Elder Wuyan, while Zhang Kuang stood silently aside, with a gloomy expression, as if he was thinking about something.

The drunk man wailed for a while, and it took him a long time to calm down. Xia Zhitao bent down beside him, and said softly, "Is it better?"

The drunk man didn't reply immediately, he took the handkerchief Xia Zhitao handed over tremblingly, he didn't use it to wipe away his tears, but kept it in his hand at a loss.

He said, "It's late."

"The master is dead, the wife is dead, they only have one daughter," the drunk murmured, "I thought... I thought..."

There are many disputes in the world, but the three characters of wealth, power and people cannot be avoided.

The five brothers have already started their own families, and Jianzhuang has formed its own school. There is no need to hire talented and strange people, but Zhujianshanzhuang's family is well-off and has never been short of money; thus, only the last word "Quan" is left.

From a few words before, Xia Zhitao roughly guessed that this person was related to Zhujian Villa, and it turned out to be the case.

The drunk man was the head of the five villa owners, an inconspicuous servant in the "Zhifan" village, but he was always grateful because he was rescued by the villa owner when he was young.

However, the good times didn't last long. Just 15 years ago, the former owner of Zhujian Villa, the father of the five brothers, was seriously ill and his time was running out.

When he was dying, he temporarily changed the family rules of Jianzhuang, abruptly changing Jianzhuang, which was originally supported by five people, to be inherited by the eldest son.

And not long after the family rules were revised, the eldest son didn't miss a lot in making a model, and the sword went into his body and went mad, which led to a weird and uncontrollable decline.

"Do you know why the previous owner suddenly changed the family rules?" Xia Zhitao was a little puzzled, and asked softly, "Why did you suddenly put all the five people in the Jianzhuang on one person?"

This change came too suddenly. The five brothers who were originally planned to support each other were suddenly assigned to one person inexplicably and without reason.

Although forcing the elder brother to the point of ruining his family is a bit out of bounds, it is not difficult to explain why the other four have such thoughts.

The drunk man froze for a moment, then shook his head gently, without saying a word: "..."

Seeing his hesitation, as if he hesitated to speak, Xia Zhitao had a faint feeling that the former steward must still know something, but he was afraid of a certain force, so he hesitated to speak.

"Say something."

Zhang Kuang stood behind Xia Zhitao all the time, with an indifferent expression on his face, and said coldly, "Or collect your master's bones piece by piece, and find a place to bury them."

The drunk man's five fingers trembled, he stood up slowly, looking at Zhang Kuang with one eye, bloodshot inside, and said in a hoarse voice: "You...are you really the leader of the Demon Cult?"

No matter where you go, you will be suspected. When you asked the question in disbelief, Zhang Kuang was almost numb to this question, and sighed: "It's me."

"Are you satisfied?" Zhang Kuang said angrily, "Answer Zhitao's question to me, and if you keep secretive, I'll chop you up and throw you to Xijiang to feed the fish."

Xia Zhitao: "..."

"I've been asking around all day long, but it seems that it's not enough to blast the Yashan Demon Lock Tower once." Zhang Kuang crossed his arms and said coldly, "How about I go to demolish the Cold Water Valley the next day?"

Xia Zhitao tapped the other's cheek, pointed softly and delicately, and teased: "There must be more than a dozen places you want to dismantle, can you dismantle them?"

Zhang Kuang turned his head slightly, and whispered, "It can always be disassembled."

She looked serious and did not seem to be fake, with a look of contempt and arrogance in her eyes, perhaps aware of this, the drunk man hesitated for a while, and finally spoke again.

Xia Zhitao had a lot of guesses in her heart, but the description in the mouth of the drunk still made her heart tense, and her breathing was a little short——

"Jianzhuang... originally belonged to the Asura Dao," the drunk man's hands trembled violently, and the sentence was broken into several paragraphs before he managed to piece together the original meaning.

"And just a few days before the grandfather passed away, the person with the Yin Hong Beast... Zeng, once came to Jianzhuang, and said that he wanted to have a private conversation with the grandfather."

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If Xia Zhitao remembers correctly, Qiling Mountain was originally the site of Shura Dao, and then Zhang Kuang wiped out the door on New Year's Eve, and then disappeared without a trace.

Before being exterminated, Asura Dao ranked second among the Four Great Anti-Days, second only to the monster clans in Ligu in strength, and its sphere of influence was quite broad.

Although Jianjian Villa is relatively neutral, it was considered one of the many righteous ways 15 years ago. Why is it involved in any way with Shura Dao?

Xia Zhitao looked at Zhang Kuang subconsciously, but he didn't expect the other party to look surprised, and he didn't expect the drunk to say that.

"...That's why I dared to ask you when I saw you were dressed in black with the animal tooth pendant." The drunk man said, "After all, Shura Dao was destroyed by you, and you should have a deep hatred for it."

"There is a deep hatred."

Zhang Kuang recognized it neatly, and said, "They killed... no, they hurt my benefactor, so I slaughtered them all."

No wonder the drunk pretended to be crazy and acted foolishly, staying in this chaotic grave for fifteen years cautiously, but after seeing Chuang Kuang, he took the risk and showed up to speak at the risk of revealing his identity.

But after going around and around, even after knowing the long past from the mouth of the drunk, the clues are still completely broken.

Xia Zhitao had no clue as to who killed the two owners.

Zhang Kuang sent her back to Jianzhuang, and then found an excuse to leave, but Xia Zhitao had just walked a few steps before being stopped by Zheng Luoyi who came in a hurry.

"Disciple Zhitao, why did you come back?" He asked with a worried look on his face, "Have you encountered any danger or suspicious person?"

Xia Zhitao shook her head.

Jin Li poked her head behind Zheng Luo Yi, seeing that Xia Zhitao came back alone, she couldn't help feeling a little strange, and said, "Where's little sister Zhang Lan, didn't you follow Senior Sister?"

Lord leader, the two of them have just come separately, and the cut-off number should not be so fast.

Adhering to the principle of covering for the other party, Xia Zhitao didn't change his face, and said casually: "You were with me just now, why did you say you want to buy twisted candies, so I went back first."

"What time is it, and I'm still thinking about this." Zheng Luoyi sighed heavily, and raised his hand to stroke his brows, "Jin Li, hurry up, go out and find Zhang Lan, disciple Zhitao, follow me."

Jin Li answered "Oh" in a numb manner, and then ran away with oil on her feet.

Just as Luo Yi hurried back with Xia Zhitao, he was pale and terrified when he saw him, Xia Zhitao couldn't help but "thump" in his heart, and said eagerly: "Master, what happened?"

Zheng Luo Yi paused and did not speak.

After hesitating for a while, when the two were about to arrive at the Jianzhuang hall, Zheng Luo Yi finally stopped: "Disciple Zhitao, listen to me."

Seeing the other party's solemn expression, Xia Zhitao felt a little nervous, and whispered "Mmm".

Before Zheng Luo Yi could speak, a cry suddenly came from the hall, abruptly interrupting what he wanted to say:

"Master Hu, Master Hu—"

I saw one of the owner of the villa ignoring everyone's obstruction, knelt down on the ground with a "plop", and cried: "You adults have a lot, you must save the little ones!"

He slammed his head on the ground, blood dripped from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "The devil killed three people in a row, the second brother died, and now the third brother is also dead—he will not let me go!"

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