Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

People in Qiu County only knew that the Sun family had a daughter, so he should have been carefully hiding his identity from the outside world.

Reminiscent of all the experiences in the burnt notebook that made the girls feel ashamed, it is estimated that the Sun family also thinks that a beautiful daughter is worse than a son who is famous, so they don't make excuses.

Qian Yichen thought silently, as far as Ning Chao's style is concerned, the Sun family's parents didn't beat their son to death to make the family ugly, but helped to cover it up, they really are a pair of quite enlightened parents.

In the past, Sun Wenjun's hobby was dressing up as a woman, but now that he has no body and can't wear skirts, he can only pass the time in other ways.

"Sun Wenjun, hello, hello!" Someone who was hung up could only move his mouth, and shouted three times in a row.

That cold and beautiful head was hanging in the middle of the black spider web, and he was drawing his eyebrows and eyes in front of the mirror. Countless hairs lifted up the rouge eyebrow pencil, and carefully modified the plum makeup on his face, turning a deaf ear to his words.

Qian Yichen didn't mind being ignored, and said to himself: "You look so good-looking."

Sun Wenjun immediately appeared in front of him from above, and glanced at him with some satisfaction.

Seeing that the other party finally pretended not to hear, Qian Yichen betrayed his teammates while the iron was hot: "Let's talk about the truth first, you want He Lanjiu's face, why kidnap me? Seriously, if you go to deal with him, I will definitely watch from the sidelines." lively!"

The four walls of the wine cellar are painted with strange patterns to block ghost energy. As long as Sun Wenjun does not leave, he will not be found. He is satisfied without eating when he shines in the mirror, but Qian Yichen will starve to death if he drags it on!

If it is strictly divided, He Lanjiu is not considered a teammate, and he sells as soon as he sells, and he also knows that the other party will not lose to a head.

"-You really make me sad when you say that, if Feng Fan is here, will there be another treatment?"

The door of the wine cellar was kicked open, and the fresh air that had not been smelled for a long time rushed in.

He Lanjiu chuckled and looked at the net made of hair in the air, and stopped: "Not a human, not a ghost, what the hell are you?"

"It's just a beauty." Sun Wenjun finished her makeup, turned around unsurprisingly, narrowed her eyes, "Your face is really good, it's a pity to be a man, why don't you give it to me?"

He Lanjiu closed the door with his backhand, blocking his breath in the wine cellar, and vine-like patterns began to grow on his side face under the candlelight: "I have always been stingy, and I will not even borrow a copper coin."

"Then I'll come and grab it!" Sun Wenjun's tens of thousands of black hairs hanging quietly on the back of his head suddenly came alive, and shot at the door where He Lanjiu was standing, "I planned this way from the moment I entered the store, but it's a pity that you are too difficult Deal with it, stand there obediently and don't move, don't hurt your face."

He Lanjiu jumped away lightly and quickly, and landed on the wine jar piled up on the top of the cellar, smiling and mocking: "You are so ugly, no wonder you want me so much."

"How dare you insult me?!" Sun Wenjun was furious instantly, Qingsi turned around and struck, every arrow was as powerful as the arrow!

He Lanjiu stepped on the wine jar and jumped up and down, spreading her hands helplessly: "It's just telling the truth."

The black hair smashed the wine jar one after another, and the fragrant pear blossom wine spilled all over the ground. In this small space, Sun Wenjun seemed to be able to force him to nowhere with a few hairs.

But the man with the tear mole in the corner of his eye was not slow, and after a while, the hair chasing him became tangled into knots, making it even more difficult to manipulate.

Some of Sun Wenjun's three thousand black threads were entangled on the porcelain tiles of the wine jar, and those who weaved the nets had to be mobilized to attack.

Qian Yichen felt that the restraints on his hands began to loosen, and he desperately struggled to free his right arm from the spider web, but the slight tremor was still transmitted to the owner of the hair web.

"You are too in the way." Sun Wenjun noticed that he was running away, a cold light flashed through his long and narrow pupils, and a hair parted from the net and wrapped around his neck.

Qian Yichen, who was watching the excitement, was very helpless: "...It is wrong to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Immediately, he used his right hand to protect his neck, but the thin invisible hair was strangled into the flesh, and the pain came from the hand that was tied to the blood.

"Catch me!" He Lanjiu jumped up by stepping on the wine jar, grabbed his clothes and pasted them to fix his body, but he didn't touch the spider web-like trap behind him!

"Ah, what are you doing pulling my belt!" Qian Yichen heard the sound of the fabric breaking, and hurriedly pulled out his left hand, as if he was hugging him.

"What do you think?" He Lanjiu enthusiastically licked the corner of his mouth, picked off the murder weapon that almost cut through his palm with his sharp animal-like nails, and then dealt with the increasingly tight hair on his body.

At the same time, the cold wind hit, and Sun Wenjun and the overwhelming black hair approached together, with a smile on his lips: "Just don't move there, I will definitely peel off the skin carefully. Although I lost my hands and feet, a woman's hair is always very beautiful." Soft, and can do finer things...hehehe..."

"Don't let me fall or touch that net." He Lanjiu suddenly warned seriously, with his back turned to the enemy, and he swung at Sun Wenjun with his sharp claws like a beast.

Qian Yichen understood the urgency of the situation, so his hands passed under his shoulders and clasped tightly in front of his chest, even though the hair on his body carried the weight of two people, piercing through the clothes and tearing flesh and blood, he still didn't let him let go!

Drops of blood slid down the ground along the toes and hung on the deadly blue silk net, making He Lanjiu stop in the air.

"You actually... ruined my face? My face!" Sun Wenjun stepped back a foot and then stopped, suddenly roaring crazily!

There were three shallow blood marks on the left side of that pretty face, and a drop of dark red blood slowly flowed down the side of his face, and he hung it on a hair with great care and sent it into his mouth.

He Lanjiu didn't have the leisure and elegance to see how his appearance was ruined, Qian Yichen's pale and trembling lips were reflected in his eyes, desperately tearing and destroying the spider web woven with blue silk.

The sound of clanging and breaking could be heard endlessly, like a murderous tune, the net was finally torn out with a gap in the shape of a human being, and it fell to the ground with Qian Yichen.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts! Do you know how heavy you are?" Qian Yichen patted his short hair off his shoulders complainingly, and his robe was stained with blood. "If it weighs another three or five catties, I will be torn to pieces by my hair!"

"Actually, I don't have much flesh on my waist, why don't you come and touch it?" He Lanjiu took his hand on his chest and moved it to his waist, but his expression couldn't be relaxed. The sharp claws hurt Sun Wenjun, but it was like tearing bronze Hard to the touch.

It was rare that Qian Yichen didn't scold him, and looked up into the air in a daze, the stiffness and pain in his whole body intensified again!

Sun Wenjun's anger from disfigurement couldn't be added, his face was twisted ferociously, and he opened his mouth to let out a hoarse roar, instantly feeling like a ghost!

The body of a man...so nasty...

Until the knife cut his neck and accidentally helped him get rid of the annoying part, the ecstasy and resentment made his breathing stop forever in the night of the 29th year.

From now on, just relying on that face, he... no, she can live on, and live better!

But how dare the man destroy it?There are still three wounds that cannot be healed!

"I'm going to kill you, kill you... put on a new skin!" Sun Wenjun's eyes glowed with a dark green evil light, and he retracted the strands of hair that were entangled in the wine cellar one by one, gathered them and shot straight into the sky.

The ground was trembling faintly, and then cracks appeared on the top of the wine cellar, and even the roof of the kitchen above was completely overturned!

The twilight of the waning moon hangs down from the night, and countless silk-like long hairs twist and dance like life, and re-weave around the nearby buildings, almost covering the entire sky.

"Why are there more strands of hair than before?" Qian Yichen hastily dodged the falling wooden beam.

"When I was leaning on the beam and using the bronze mirror to look at people, I found a few hairs and felt weird. You followed them after you disappeared. A large part of her hair extended from here, controlling the entire inn." He Lanjiu Explaining it, he jumped up from the bottom of the wine cellar and gave him a hand by the way, "However, I didn't try my best."

Before he finished speaking, He Lanjiu, who was planning to fight with all his strength, suddenly looked solemn, and the red demon pattern on the right face quickly receded, returning to the appearance of a mortal.

Qian Yichen didn't need to ask, he already knew the reason and smiled contentedly.

Under the moonlight, Feng Fan walked slowly with his epee in hand.

It's not that he has to hinder the villain's actions to regain the fashion value at a critical moment, but that the protagonist has automatically appeared on the stage!He Lanjiu doesn't want to expose her identity as a monster, what can others do?

Qian Yichen's mind was suddenly overwhelmed by the idea of ​​"this is a sure win", and his face was calmer than before, only to realize that his whole body was in severe pain.

The wound was not big, but rather deep and numerous. The whole body was aching and itching mixed with it for a long time. It felt like being scratched desperately after being whipped with a wicker.

Sun Wenjun, who was hanging in the middle of the hairnet, opened his half-closed eyes and glanced at the stern-looking sword bearer, and smiled hoarsely: "Hey, here is a little brother who is going to die. I haven't washed myself yet, so don't take it for granted." ah."

Feng Fan untied the cyan oilcloth of the epee in confusion: "Well... aren't you a man?"

"Hahahaha!" Qian Yichen, who was hiding behind the millstone watching the battle, suddenly laughed out loud, Feng Fan's intuition is really terrifyingly accurate!

The red plum blossom on Sun Wenjun's forehead was as black as ink when it was backlit. Thousands of black hairs burst out after being stabbed in the dead point: "You fucking shut up and die quickly—"

A single strand of tough hair can lift a living person, and a fierce confrontation with a fine gold epee created a series of sparks in the night.

If Sun Wenjun only had a body like Xing Tian, ​​he would lose in about three moves.However, now only the head is left, which shows that the IQ is quite high. After recklessly attacking Jianfeng, he fumbled to knock on the door, and bound Li Chunjian with lingering hair!

Feng Fan couldn't compete with his strange strength, he let the heavy sword tied by blue silk leave the ground, and sent it towards the head in the center of the spider web, but when he approached, he treated the rather wide sword as a brick, and slapped him on the face impartially!

"what!!!"

You can even see a few teeth flying out...

Now it is estimated that Sun Wenjun's mother may not recognize her son when she comes back from the underworld.

Feng Fan drew his sword amidst the screams of his head, stepped on his forehead, and landed on Qian Yichen's side with a backflip.

"Feng Fan, you are the most handsome!!" Qian Yichen clenched his fists and cheered, forgetting the time and place.

Feng Fantijian glanced at him sideways, his expression had just softened a bit, but there was an afterimage of something attacking him in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground involuntarily.

There was still a piece of Sun Wenjun's severed hair left on Qian Yichen's shoulder. He thought it would be harmless, but at this moment it flicked like a gecko's broken tail and penetrated straight into his body.

Although there was no bleeding, it was definitely a serious injury!

Qian Yichen's excited expression was still frozen on his face, and he stretched out his hand to help him in a daze.

He finally did something that no fanatical protagonist fan has ever done - grabbing the protagonist's role in the beginning, playing hooligans in front of the protagonist in the middle, and indirectly killing the protagonist in the end?

In a way, it has reached its peak.