The Hermit Project [Quick Transmigration]

World Master ([-])

One night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the sparrows flew south, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

On that day, the unknown human management organization, the mysterious ninth domain human resident, welcomed several guests.

Then there is no more then.

Holding the folding fan with the family emblem printed on it in his hand, after repairing the group of people, Pei Fengran glanced at the audience coldly, seeing all these people so guilty that he lowered his head and did not dare to look at each other.

Signaling Bai Xiu to throw the demon who had been possessed by him on the ground, Pei Fengran turned around and left without saying a word, leaving the garrison officers with bruised noses and swollen faces lying on the cold ground, trying to persuade them to stay but dared not speak , they could only watch helplessly as the ink color disappeared from their sight.

A white shadow following Pei Fengran stopped for a while, and kindly reminded them: "Next time you see someone, remember to keep your eyes open, and admit your mistake again, it won't be as simple as getting a beating."

The silent warning made these garrison officers who had become lazy due to being too comfortable breathe stagnantly.

When the white shadow also left completely, the leader of the garrison officer gritted his teeth, stretched his arms and struggled to get up, and said word by word: "Where, where, where is the demon clan?"

He has already understood that his difficulties today must be because of the demon clan who dared to pretend to be the heir of the Chen family last time.

As a subordinate, he actually misidentified his young master, this is definitely black history!

Moreover, he could have performed well in front of his superiors, but he missed such a great opportunity!

[Damn demons...]

The garrison officer who has always been conscientious and conscientious is now very angry.

The others also stood up angrily, and walked towards the demon clan left behind by Pei Fengran and Bai Xiu.

The comatose Mozu was unceremoniously woken up in a daze.

He still didn't know what happened, he looked at the crowd in front of him in a daze, but felt a little pain in his face: "This is... what's wrong?"

The garrison officer sneered: "Hehe, brothers, go!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Lord Demon Lord, help!

……

After Bai Xiu walked out of the station, he felt a lot lighter and moved his arms.

"Huh, I feel refreshed after exercising!"

Pei Fengran reminded him: "Be careful with what you do. They are our subordinates, so it's normal to be afraid of offending others. If they make mistakes, we are also responsible. We can't blindly shirk responsibility."

Bai Xiu stretched nonchalantly: "Heh, to put it bluntly, it's not because you...cough cough, um...you understand."

Pei Fengran rolled his eyes, and Bai Xiu immediately silenced himself.

"Isn't it? If you had come here earlier to show off your presence and beat them up, they would definitely not have mistaken you!" Bai Xiu said plausibly.

Pei Fengran was noncommittal about Bai Xiu's habitual use of violence, and looked at Xie Shixuan with his eyes closed.

"Brother, did you get the things?"

Xie Shixuan slowly opened his eyes and spread his right hand: "Is it this?"

Pei Fengran looked at the crystal ball floating in the palm of his senior brother, and blinked: "It should be this one, it's in standby mode now."

"Wow, is this the secret weapon that you have been talking about that can restrain the demons?" Bai Xiu leaned over curiously, "It's like a transparent crystal ball! What else is floating inside?"

Pei Fengran moved Bai Xiu's head away: "Don't get too close, it will automatically find the parasitic human race, be careful that it binds you."

"Ah!" Bai Xiu took three steps back in an instant, "This, this, why does this have automatic recognition?"

"Otherwise, how can it be called a secret weapon?" Pei Fengran looked at this little thing with a sense of pride.

The human race is the best fake, it doesn't matter if you can't beat the demons for the time being, we can build one to specifically restrain the demons.

Look at how they are still jumping!

Xie Shixuan saw that they were very interested in this thing, as if they planned to have a long chat, so he reminded: "It's time to go."

[Oh, yes, there are tasks. ]

Pei Fengran turned to look at Xie Shixuan: "Brother, I'm sure I won't..."

Lost?

If they went from the prosperous world of the destination to the chaotic world in an unknown corner, Pei Fengran felt that their mission this time might have to be extended indefinitely.

Xie Shixuan's half-drowned eyes showed firmness, and he bet on his dignity as a prophet: "Absolutely not."

Pei Fengran and Bai Xiu looked at each other silently.

--Do you believe it?

——I... want to believe it, but...

It's rare that Bai Xiu, a brainless fan, is rational.

——What if you go to the wrong place again?

——What else can I do?This is my master, your brother, what do you think?

Pei Fengran looked away, okay, got it, it seems that both of them are ready.

If you get lost, just get lost, the brother you know will be pampered even on your knees.

"Brother, let's start."

Looking up at the gentle wind and clouds in the sky, and then looking down at the small bridge and flowing water beside him, Pei Fengran was deeply relieved.

Finally came to the right place!It's not easy!

"Find a place to settle down first?" Pei Fengran looked around, and found that this place should be a forest, and there were traces of people coming, indicating that there should be people living nearby.

"Wait first!" Bai Xiu looked at the Patriarch.

Xie Shixuan understood, and shook his head: "There is no demonic aura nearby, you can play casually, and I will remind you when you encounter it."

When saying this, Xie Shixuan looked at Pei Fengran.

Pei Fengran felt nervous.

[Senior brother, why are you looking at me like this? ]

A slight smile appeared on Xie Shixuan's indifferent face, and Pei Fengran became more and more flustered: "Senior brother has always trusted my brother's luck."

"..."

Pei Fengran swears that he will never have that kind of self-defeating oolong again this time!

Bai Xiu snickered at the side: "Let me tell you, last time you acted too much in line with the image of a fairy. Originally, Shen Wei was a little skeptical. Once I saw you with my own eyes, I immediately believed it. Who do you say is to blame for this?"

Pei Fengran was not angry either, and looked at him calmly: "Oh, according to what you said, it can only be because I look too much like a fairy?"

"Hey, isn't it? It's not Shen Dan who I hypnotized, it's all his free will choice, he recognizes you as a fairy, what can I do?" Bai Xiu directly put aside the operation that he cheated Pei Fengran go out.

"You have to learn to act, act, you understand?"

"I will."

3 minute later.

"...You call this acting skills? Is there any guard more expensive than the prince?" Bai Xiu looked at the sky speechlessly.

Pei Fengran thought that he had excellent acting skills, but in fact he had no acting skills at all.

As far as Pei Fengran's acting skills costing fifty cents, Bai Xiu really couldn't stand it anymore.

Bai Xiu spread his hands and said indifferently: "I think it's good to be a national teacher, you can really try it."

Standing up straight, and dusting off the hem of his clothes, Pei Fengran pulled out his fan again, not trying to play a guard and beggar anymore.

"Since I can't act, then I will change the way, anyway, as long as the effect is achieved."

Bai Xiu looked up: "Oh, what method?"

Pei Fengran explained: "If you keep telling others that this person is sick, poor, poisonous, and unreasonable, no one will like it, right?"

Xie Shixuan, who was quietly watching them play, raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Fengran.

[Junior brother, are you sure you can keep this character setting? ]

Bai Xiu's eyes lit up: "It's okay to let others have a preconceived impression of this!"

Pei Fengran smiled with deep meaning, you're welcome, this is also the inspiration you gave him, Immortal Yaoshan, haha.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Xiu asked.

Pei Fengran waved his fan and glanced lightly: "I have my own arrangements."

……

Jane's Village.

"Ya'er, when I go to school later, I will bring some eggs to Mr. Pei. See Mr. Pei's pale face, hurry up and fill it up!"

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy looked at the bamboo basket his mother stuffed into him, and swallowed "Mr. said no".

[However, it's mother's kindness, sir should accept it... right? ]

"Although there are always people who gossip behind your back, saying that Mr. Pei is poor and weak, you can't think that way. Mr. Pei teaches you to read, so you have to respect him, you know?"

The boy nodded: "Understood, mother."

Arriving at the only school in the village, from a distance, the boy heard the sound of reading books, and a little smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"Jian Zong, come in quickly, sir is coming soon!" The boy's deskmate saw him from the window, and quickly waved his hand and whispered to him.

Young Jian Zong saw the tablemate waving, nodded in response, then trotted all the way in with the basket in his arms.

"Why are you here now?"

A serious voice interspersed with a few light coughs came from the other side.

Just about to enter the door, upon hearing the voice, Jian Zong immediately stopped at the door, licked his lips, and watched Mr. Pei, who was dressed in black, lift the curtain of the backyard, his face was as pale as ever, and one hand just dropped from his mouth .

"Sir, I... my mother asked me to give..."

Pei Fengran glanced at the basket in his hand and knew what was in it, his eyes sharpened, and he said mercilessly, "What? Your family is so rich that hens are everywhere now, and there are so many eggs that you can't finish them?"

"I remember last time I said, no need, is it because you have a bad memory? If you don't have a good memory, copy more books, copy the article taught yesterday ten times, and hand it to me tomorrow morning!"

"Yes……"

[Copy ten times with a brush?I'm going to die!Why is there no computer here! ]

But Mr. has a life, Jian Zong can only shrink his head, hug the basket, and run back to his seat.

The boy at the same table hurriedly helped him put the basket away: "Why did you bring something again, sir won't accept it. You are not bad, the one from my second aunt's house was fined twenty times yesterday!"

Jian Zong responded in a very low voice: "My mother insists that I bring it, but I can't help it. Well, stop talking, sir is going to class!"

Pei Fengran was in class in the house, when there was a sound of footsteps outside, before anyone arrived, the sound arrived first.

"Pei, get out!"

Putting down his textbook and opening the door, Pei Fengran calmly looked at the group of people outside.

"What are you doing?"

Several well-known hooligans from Jian's Village surrounded him, and the leader pointed at him and said, "You are a weak and poor teacher. It is your honor to have my brother come to study with you. How dare you refuse to accept me? I'll give you another a chance."

"Your brother? Oh, the bald rascal who said that I was dying as soon as he entered the door yesterday?" Pei Fengran didn't take their threats seriously at all, and replied naturally, "No."

The leader of the hooligans picked up the tools for hoeing the ground, and laughed: "Then I can only show you a little bit of color! Look at your appearance, you should be able to make some money by selling it to a brothel, right?"

Seeing that a gang fight was about to happen, many people in the school were worried to death, but they didn't dare to go out, they only dared to hide behind the wall and clenched their fists nervously.

Jian Zong also followed the wall, staring at his master's back closely, not daring to blink.

Seeing that group of people approaching, Jian Zong subconsciously rushed out a few steps, wanting to help.

"Be careful sir!"

Pei Fengran took care of this group of hooligans whose force value was as bad as his acting skills without any effort. When he turned around, he covered his mouth and coughed softly. An image of a poor and sickly scholar.

"Cough cough cough! What are you careful about?"

Jian Zong was so shocked that he couldn't organize his words: "...er, be careful...don't get your clothes dirty."