It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

In the dark and cold demon palace, several thick and long chains passed through the young man's luteal bones, hanging him firmly in the air.

His clothes had been soaked in blood, and the original color could not be seen.

There was a heavy tiredness on his pale face, he was very sleepy.

"This is the consequence of your disobedience to discipline, understand?" A beautiful woman walked through the hall with a few children, pointing to Hua Buwen who had been hanging for a long time to teach the children behind her.

Those ignorant children nodded with fear on their faces.

People come and go, and no one sympathizes with him except cold and malicious words.

Until night fell, when the hall was silent.

A woman sneaked into the hall and looked up at Huabuwen hanging in the air.

She clumsily took out the key and opened the chain. The chain lost control and fell slowly.

Hua Buwen fell to the ground like an unconscious puppet boy with chains running through his body.

An Miyin helped him up, her face flushed red, and she dragged him to the corpse yard.

The corpse yard is a mass grave.

The inside was full of rotting corpses, and the wind was blowing, except for the sound of the wind, it was the hoarse wailing of crows.

An Miyin asked Hua Buwen to lean against a tombstone, took a pill and stuffed it into Hua Buwen's mouth, "The poison in your body has penetrated into your bones, and you can't cure it. You can only use poppy poison to relieve the pain. Can’t live without it.”

"But it's worth it, isn't it?" An Miyin smiled softly.

Hua Buwen opened his eyes tiredly, looked at the woman in front of him, "Where did you get the key?"

The corner of An Miyin's mouth twitched, "I ate a fire lin poisonous insect, and after a few days of beauty, I abducted the killer leader next to the leader into bed." She sneered, "As long as it is on the bed, what can't be done?"

Hua Buwen lowered her head and said nothing.

"Don't be moved, I'm not doing it for you." An Miyin's face was cold, "The main reason for saving you this time is to thank you. I didn't want to keep you at first, but the Xie Qingyu."

"You also went to kill the snake to let him stay?"

Hua Buwen shook his head silently, "I did it to poison the leader."

An Miyin: "..."

His ideas were always so dangerous beyond expectation.

"Don't think about killing the leader, it's impossible." An Miyin stood up, "Get out of here quickly."

no respond.

An Miyin, who turned her back and walked forward, suddenly thought of the past, the 15-year-old Hua Buwen, who often wore white clothes made by herself, was a young man with picturesque features and gentle manners.

He always went out clean and cold, and came back with a tired face and blood all over his body.

Every time An Miyin saw the glaring blood on the white clothes, she felt uncomfortable. Once, she couldn't bear it anymore and burned Hua Buwen's white clothes all over.

Later, his clothes only had one color, which was red.

She still remembered what she said when she handed the red dress to Hua Buwen.

"White doesn't belong to you. Let it be red in the future. No matter how much it bleeds, you won't be able to see it."

Four years later, Hua Buwen returned to the Demon Cult.

With black hair in red robe and strange phoenix eyes like a devil's sharp blade, he came with a toothed fan in his hand, stepping on blood, the wind blade pointed directly at the leader of the Demon Cult on the black gold throne, with a biting sarcasm hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"This seat will be mine from now on."

The breeze is blowing, and in a blink of an eye, it is a secluded street.

An elegant man in a moon white robe sat leisurely on a low stool, with an old stall in front of him, with a faint smile on his face.

He raised his eyebrows lightly and said in a lazy voice, "Marry me, how about being my wife?"

Hua Buwen twitched the corner of her mouth, and pinched the man's chin fiercely, "I can consider marrying you."

Lu Er's eyes lit up, "Okay, husband."

The peach blossoms are falling, the fragrance is tangy, and the beauty is like a dream.

Hua Buwen opened his eyes, "..."

It was indeed a dream.

It turned out that Lu Er was so shameless in her dream.

Hua Buwen thought in disgust, but the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, and felt the pain belatedly. The tearing sensation stimulated the brain nerves, and he became more awake.

Hua Buwen looked at the steep mountain wall. It was a hollow that he jumped into with his light skills when he jumped down.

He closed his eyes and began to exercise his energy and adjust his breath.

The news that the leader of the Demon Cult jumped off the cliff has spread.

The rivers and lakes were full of joy, as if the death of a demon leader would make the world peaceful and full of sunshine.

The martial arts conference was held as scheduled amidst joy.

Mu Yuntian hosted the meeting in person with a volatile expression, as if he was not affected by the Sundial and his party at all.

The sundial turned on when it encountered blood, but there was no response, and the legendary miracles that have appeared in the world through the ages did not appear at all.

When Mu Yuntian was disappointed, he cheered up and prepared for the most important martial arts conference.

As crude and simple as ever.

The person who can stand on stage the longest is the master of the rivers and lakes.

One incense stick before the start of the conference, many knights in the rivers and lakes have already arrived at the ring.

The surrounding VIP seats were filled with the leaders and masters of various villa gangs, and some of them even brought their own rich daughters to choose a son-in-law by the way.

The most conspicuous beauty was Li Ruo, the daughter of the owner of Lianyun Villa, sitting in the front row.

Her long hair was loosely tied behind her ears, and she was wearing a beautiful white dress, which was very refined.

Li Ruo looked at his fingers listlessly, showing no interest in the people around him.

Suddenly, there was a whisper from the crowd.

Li Ruo suddenly raised his head and looked straight ahead.

He was still dressed in black, but he was more indifferent than before. His eyes seemed to be frozen in ice, without human emotions, like a puppet without a soul.

Without saying a word, Mu Han stepped onto the ring directly with a cold expression. He stood quietly on one side, waiting for someone to challenge him.

"His sword intent is really terrifying, he can feel the chill from such a distance..."

"I don't know who will go up to challenge ignorantly and fearlessly this time!"

"I heard that Master Lianyun intends to marry his daughter to Young Master Mu!"

"This is really the right match!"

When Li Ruo heard the discussion, a sweet smile appeared on his face.

The noise suddenly subsided, and a man appeared on the other side of the ring, a muscular man in military uniform.

He has high brows and a fierce look on his face, full of hostility.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, he drew out the big knife behind him, rushed to Mu Han and chopped it off.

He was surprised to find that the knife was easily caught.

The eyes of the man in black who was very close to him were gloomy, and the black long sword against the knife made a clanking sound, and a trace of blood-like red flashed across the blade suddenly.

Weird.

Spring is waning, the peach blossoms on the ancient street have fallen all over the ground, the breeze blows the petals, and the flowers are scattered, making people drowsy.

Lu Er rode a black horse and walked slowly on the bluestone road, behind him was Xie Qingyu who was yawning all the time, and he kept muttering: "So sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy."

Lu Er narrowed his eyes, "You're too lazy, you need to take care of it."

Xie Qingyu curled her lips and asked, "What did Jiuli do? Why did you leave me again?"

Lu Er shook his head, "There should be something to do." He blinked and raised his eyebrows lightly, "What's wrong with me, I'll take you to the martial arts competition, it's fun."

Xie Qingyu: "...I'm curious, why do you wear a red robe that doesn't smell like flowers?"

Lu Er: "Heroic outfit, it proves that we are a couple."

Xie Qingyu rolled her eyes, "Are you so sure that you will meet him?"

Lu Er smiled gracefully, "I'm sure."

The golden-red robe trimmed with black thread was worn on Lu Er's body, but he didn't have the kind of arrogance that the flowers don't smell. Instead, he was extremely handsome and gorgeous.

The corners of lazy eyes reveal a tantalizing taste.

The two wobbled to the arena, and quietly stood in the corner of the crowd.

At this time, the first few matches had already started on the ring stage, Mu Han was very anxious, he didn't even let Mu Yuntian say the opening remarks, and asked to fight directly.

His actions were fierce, and he threw out his sword desperately. Everyone who came forward to challenge was beaten so helplessly.

And it didn't stop there, Mu Han's ferocious moves were all fatal, every one who finished the challenge was covered in blood, and walked off the stage trembling all over.

Lang Ming and Mu Yuntian who sat on the main seat nodded repeatedly.

Mu Han finally became what they wanted.

Bloodthirsty and dark, like a tireless killing machine.

Lu Er looked at the lunatic-like man on the stage, and suddenly remembered the next task given by the system a few days ago, which was Mu Han's last wish.

"Goal three, kill Hua Buwen with your own hands." The system still thoughtfully drew a circle around the word "by hand" and marked a key point.