When the author meets the villain BOSS [Transmigration Book]

Mu Bai really wanted to protest, but Nangong Qingyan obviously made his own decision and made a strong decision.So Mu Bai's cautious heart trembled twice, and in the end he didn't dare to refute, and the new name had the same pronunciation as his original name, which sounded more used to him.

The two were quiet for a while.

Mu Bai peeked at the villain in his novel.In general martial arts novels, the male protagonist doesn't have to be so handsome, but he must have a righteous face, and he must have slanted eyebrows and a long body, which makes him appear to have a strong sense of presence.Most of the villain bosses can't escape two kinds of appearances, they are either so ugly that they are ugly, or they are so beautiful that they are evil and bloody, which are more distinctive.

Well, don't worry too much about how "evil and bloody" is related to beauty. People's cruel aesthetics can list a lot of reasons in minutes.

In Mu Bai's book, Nangong Qingyan was born in a famous family, but he encountered ups and downs and fell into the devil's way. When he finally appeared: dressed in red, with a slanted mouth, extremely beautiful facial features with indescribable evil, dark His eyes carefully scanned everyone present, as if he wanted to keep their appearance firmly in mind so that he could chase them down from heaven to earth in the future.

His appearance successfully made everyone stunned, and when they found out that his red clothes were dyed red with blood, they turned into incomparable panic.

But now the little doll with a bun face can't see that evil beauty at all.Although his face was a bit cold, his eyes were clear and cute.His back was straight, and he looked serious and serious.Mu Bai looked at it for a while in fear, but he didn't see any horror, but he really wanted to reach out and pinch his white and tender bun face.

Nangong Qingyan suddenly said, "Daddy, stop for a moment."

Mu Bai, who was ungrateful but not courageous, was taken aback. He followed his line of sight and found that his eyes fell on a row of delicate and cute little lanterns.Why? Boss still has this hobby?Why doesn't he know?Could it be that while he was concentrating on shaping the protagonist, the villain himself developed a new personality?

Nan Gongzhe understood: "Is it for that little girl of the Zhuo family again? I said you are very kind to the girl of the Zhuo family. Do you want to tell your uncle Zhuo to make a baby for you?"

Zhuojia!There's another match up.The little girl of the Zhuo family mentioned by Nangong's father, if you guessed correctly, is the white lotus heroine (one of them) in this book, the natal life of the male protagonist, the white moonlight of the villain boss, and the root of the enmity between the protagonist and the boss——Zhuo Qingyan ah.Mu Bai is more and more sure that he has transmigrated into the book he wrote.

When I read novels in books before, I always found it unimaginable, as if it was a paper-thin, unreal world.When he really came here, he found that all the places he had never reached with his pen were expanding spontaneously, slowly forming a huge and true story.

Here, the villain also has an innocent childhood, and a humble servant beside the villain also has a helpless and difficult past.In the later stage, the murderous villain will also stop to buy a small lantern for a yellow-haired girl.

In fact, the occurrence of every story and the choice of every character will not be without reason.

Seeing Nangong Qingyan pointing to a delicate white rabbit lamp, and ordering another small candle, Mu Bai lamented that everything had been foreshadowed a long time ago.

It's just that at this time, Nangong Qingyan just glanced at his father with the eyes of "you are all bored", and retorted solemnly: "She asked me to bring it over and over again."

Nangong Zhe laughed out loud, he was just teasing his son, it's not good to make fun of a little girl all the time, so he didn't continue this topic.

After buying the lanterns, the father and son seemed to have finished everything. Nangong Zhe led the horse to the west gate of Fengliu City, got on the horse, wrapped the two little ones in his big cloak, and galloped out of the city.

Mu Bai was wrapped in Nangong Qingyan's small cloak, and together with Nangong Qingyan in Nangong Zhe's big cloak, a thin layer of sweat covered his body, and his nose, which had been blocked for a day, became a little unobstructed.The world in the cloak is dark, but it makes people feel at ease for no reason.Looking at the future big villain with only a vague outline left, Mu Bai thought, the current him is just a well-behaved child.

Today's weather is not very good, originally there were only small snowflakes, and then it started to sleet, and it became more and more serious. Although I couldn't see it, Mu Bai's ears gradually filled with the rustling rain Voice.

Nangong Zhe reined in his horse to hide from the rain in a small pavilion by the roadside, and carried the two little ones off the horse.The sky was much darker than in the afternoon, the black clouds rolled, and the rain curtain spread far away.The gurgling rainwater flowed down the eaves of the pavilion, hanging in a line.

The waiting process is always boring.Mu Bai is a head shorter than the two of them because of his current status, so he can't start chatting first.Nangong Zhe probably wasn't talkative, or he didn't think he had anything to say to the children, so he didn't open his mouth.Nangong Qingyan is obviously still a little bean, but he has a flirtatious look, which is not at all the same as the kid who Mu Bai met in his previous life.

In the end, Nangong Qingyan, a genuine child, couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing the endless rain outside, he tugged on his father's sleeve: "Daddy, tell me a story."

Nan Gongzhe's eyebrows were knotted, and he looked quite distressed. He pondered for a while: "Well, okay, dad, think about it. Did your Uncle Xu tell you the story of beating water bandits?"

Nangong Qingyan nodded: "I've already said it."

So Nangong Zhe was even more distressed, if it wasn't for his naturally serious face, Mu Bai suspected that his facial features would be wrinkled together.He raised his face and pondered for a while, then Daddy Nangong clapped his hands: "Yes, let's talk about your Uncle Ma's subordinate encountering a ghost this time."

(⊙o⊙)!Mu Bai was a little startled, telling a ghost story when there were only two children present and the sky was getting dark again?This dad is so creative.

However, he turned his head and glanced at Nangong Qingyan, seeing that he was still calm and waiting for the story to start, Mu Bai thought, maybe these two are heavy tastes, but he made a fuss.

So Daddy Nangong’s ghost story session started like this: “One of your Uncle Ma’s subordinates went to Huaiqing Town once, and they heard that there was a man who was possessed by an evil spirit, and would either cry or kill chickens and dogs every day. What disturbed the upper body of the house ghost, the local people invited a monk to do things. Your Uncle Ma's subordinates are always bold and unbelieving, so they ran over to watch. The monk first sat in the courtyard and muttered words, and then ended up like this Handprints, and grabbed three more volleys to the upper right."

Nangongzhe clenched his fists with the palms facing up, and stretched out his two little fingers and two thumbs, and put them together, showing that it was such a handprint.

Then he continued: "...the monk took out a gourd and made a gesture of throwing something into it. He read aloud again, dipped in water and sprinkled it everywhere, and said that he had captured the troublemaker. After purifying the house, the family house can be restored to peace. Everyone watched the excitement, and the convinced ones were all satisfied. Only that person was a fool, and sneered: "If catching ghosts is so easy, you can come if you don't want to." What's the use of inviting a monk?" Others said one after another: "Shut up! Don't offend the Bodhisattva." The man said: "I don't believe that this kind of work is effective." Then he made a handprint, and grabbed a few times in the air. Sure enough It didn't happen, so I laughed and left."

They were already in the suburbs at this time, and all they could see were tall and short hills, cold rain, and no pedestrians.Mu Bai shivered violently, knowing that he was coming.

Sure enough: "Then the man started to rush back. It was dark, and when he was riding through a forest, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. There was no wind that day, and the man felt a little strange. When he looked back, he was frightened out of his wits." I saw a big white face bleeding from all seven orifices, sticking tightly to the back of his head, blowing air on his neck. Seeing that he finally turned his head, he slowly opened his mouth, showing a cry With a smiley expression, in the open mouth is a blood red tongue that has been cut off in half..."

Mu Bai is not afraid of ghosts, but in this environment, hearing such a ghost story that "happens to an acquaintance according to legend", he still couldn't help but gasp behind his back.He couldn't help but wondered unreliably, since the book transmigration happened, is it possible that ghosts and spirits also came out to join in the fun?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the whining wind from far and near has become suspicious, almost a sense of panic.

Nangong Qingyan was still very calm, but his small face tightened a bit: "Then what happened after that?"

Nan Gongzhe said: "The man fainted from fright, fell off his horse, and lost half of his life. After returning, he lay in a daze for half a month, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and kept shouting that there were ghosts and ghosts." , and ultimately failed to save him.”

Really killed?Mu Bai's hairs really stood on end.

Only Nangong Qingyan, whose brain circuit is different from ordinary people, can still ask in an academic tone at this moment: "So, are there really ghosts in the world?"

Nan Gongzhe shook his head: "Who knows? Later, your Uncle Ma sent people to Huaiqing Town to investigate, but they didn't find any clues. But this story has been widely spread, and no one knows whether it is true or not. But people, it is difficult to understand even human affairs in the whole life, so why do you care about ghosts and gods? It is fate if you really encounter it, there is no way."

Nangong Qingyan nodded seriously, showing off his good character of being silent, and stopped talking again.

The mysterious silence returned to the pavilion.Mu Bai was about to cry, the atmosphere was not as good as it was before the story was told.

The rain finally subsided. Nan Gongzhe put the two children on the horse again, rolled up his big cloak, and prepared to set off again.The warmth spread in the small space, and Mu Bai felt a little relieved, and let out a long breath.

With a swish, the big cloak was pulled away, revealing the gray sky.Mu Bai looked over strangely, and saw Nangong Qingyan pulled back his cloak, looking back at him with a serious face.

"What's wrong?" Mu Bai asked strangely, is there something wrong?

"You sit in front of me." Nangong Qingyan said seriously.

? ?Mu Bai, who was completely confused, changed seats with Nangong Qingyan with great difficulty with the help of Nangong Zhe who also didn't know what the child was thinking.

When Nangong, who was sitting behind him, breathed warmly on his neck, a flash of inspiration flashed in Mu Bai's mind, and he suddenly understood something.

He seemed to have accidentally discovered a little secret.The future villain boss, it seems... is not as inhumane as he appears. I really thought he was so calm.