Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Feng Fan was dragged away the moment he fell to the ground, followed by thousands of black threads, but they were all nailed to the edge of the stone mill!

"Wake up, the common people are still waiting for you to save, how can you fall at the beginning of life!" Qian Yichen supported him and leaned against the back of the stone mill and called out affectionately, temporarily avoiding the attack.

Because the wound was very small and did not bleed, only the fragrance of soybeans being crushed by the mopan during the day... This smell is deadly to a starving person!

Qian Yichen tried his best to fight against the mapo tofu and bean curd rice that flashed in his mind, while trying to restore Feng Fan's consciousness, but it still had no effect.

After all, the hair didn't come out from the other end after sinking in, but stayed in the body and continued to roll and stir.

"Hahaha, you stand up! Can you still stand up? Do you feel that your internal organs are completely shattered?" Sun Wenjun proudly smashed the stone mill into several pieces, destroying their last barrier.

The world often asks, can a good-looking person be eaten?

For Sun Wenjun, not only is it possible, but it is the only motivation to live with only his head left!

But now, the facial features of Bai Sensen, who had lost his blood, were almost out of place, and after being slapped head-on by the epee, he no longer looked like a human being.

Qian Yichen, who hadn't eaten all day, thought for a moment that he saw a cucumber...

Similarly, there is He Lanjiu.

Compared with the soul, the power of food transformation is too small. Sun Wenjun turned himself into a half-human and half-ghost state with his resentment. For him, that kind of powerful ghost breath is the food that he can meet but not ask for. !

However, Qian Yichen didn't even think about it, and slapped the impatient He Lanjiu back: "It's not time for you to show off, wait until Feng Fan recovers!"

He Lanjiu had a strand of black hair hanging on his cheek, and looked up at him innocently: "...I'm hungry."

"It's for your own good." Qian Yichen looked at the cucumber shooter on the spider web in the sky, and warned earnestly.

After Sun Wenjun was disfigured, he cried and laughed in the night sky, suddenly paused for a second, and manipulated Qingsi to turn around and go straight to the distance.

Oops, the destruction of the kitchen in the backyard was too loud, waking up the guests and servants, and even Hua Ling came to check it out!

"Block the road, don't let anyone come over!" Qian Yichen reminded loudly that he could dodge the attack immediately.

Hua Ling was still in a daze of sleep, she was stunned for a moment before she figured out the situation, pulled off the string of wisteria on her head, threw it on the ground and made seals with her hands: "Got it!"

The instant the wisteria entered the ground, it entangled and grew wildly, building an impenetrable wall of vines, the black hairs could not penetrate, and it caused ripples like raindrops on the spiritual power barrier.

Don't worry about Sun Wenjun devouring the souls of mortals to grow his power, the next step is how to buy time for Feng Fan to solve his problem.

Qian Yichen jumped out from behind the stone mill, took a deep breath mockingly to attract firepower; "Sun Wenjun, do you dare to look in the mirror now that you look like a cucumber? Let me tell you, no matter how many souls you eat, it won't work. It's better to hide in the deep mountains and old forests and don't come out!"

"You you you—go to death!" The head was so angry that it lost its mind, mobilized all its hair and shot at him, turning into a dark shadow under the moonlight.

Qian Yichen didn't have the speed to do anything with ease, so he quickly rolled away on the spot to avoid it.It's not yet the time for He Lanjiu to expose his demon body, so he can only send assists!

Jumping up and down in the backyard, he managed to avoid the encirclement of the tough black hair many times by luck, and a few hairs rubbed against his body and sank into the ground.

"A person like you, even if you are not disfigured, you can only be regarded as a middle-aged person. Do you really think you are as beautiful as a fairy?" Qian Yichen jumped up and down and continued to laugh, wiped the sweat from the side of his face, and found that he was He is also very talented in lip service.

But the current situation is not very optimistic.

Behind him is the barrier built by Hua Ling with vines, which protects the mortals in the inn and blocks their retreat.

Sun Wenjun's hair became tense after sinking into the soil, one strand at a time filled the backyard, and he sneered condescendingly in the air: "Didn't you realize that I won't take back all the strands of hair after every attack? Here you can There is no place for you to hide, just die obediently, your face is very mediocre, but those eyes are not bad, I will dig them out and cherish them."

What is mediocrity? Do you have aesthetics?

Qian Yichen just wanted to roll up his sleeves to argue with him, but he still struggled with this kind of problem in times of crisis and couldn't understand the situation, so he tried to maintain a dismissive and cold expression and asked: "Is it really me who has no way out? "

The head hanging on the blue silk spider web was sluggish for a moment, and all the hair suddenly billowed with blue smoke and burned violently!

If you look at it from the air, the hair that fell on the ground does not fill the courtyard in a mess, but forms a strange pattern that contains aura...

That was the only spell Qian Yichen knew how to draw, and when he was running away to guide his attack, he drew a violent flame spell with his hair.

"Ahhh!"

Sun Wenjun screamed wildly, the yin energy on his black hair became the best fuel, and the green smoke continued, no matter how hard he struggled, it couldn't be extinguished!

The spiritual fire is still burning relentlessly, using pain to wash away resentment.

At the same time, Feng Fan suddenly appeared behind his head, and Li Chunjian did not flash the cold light, but still plunged in extremely firmly from top to bottom.

"I...I..." Sun Wenjun's eyes were almost protruding from the sockets, and blood and tears were shed. He couldn't even speak complete words, and he had no hands and feet, so he approached He Lanjiu with his eyes, staring at that face until he stopped breathing.

The violent flame talisman burned the hair and the ghost energy in his head, and gradually left the bald and scorched black, making it impossible to distinguish the original appearance.

Sun Wenjun did not die completely, but imprisoned his soul in his head with a strong obsession. The way to break up the obsession was to kill him again.

The soul itself is small and round, like a bright white peony bud, finally separated from the head, and floated around He Lanjiu, circling around tenderly.

In the end, he sank to the ground unwillingly.

No matter how many evils he did during his lifetime, his soul will be white and clean after his sins are washed away, and he will return to the underworld.

The vines behind Qian Yichen untied one after another, and after the barrier disappeared, he fell to the ground: "It can be regarded as a reincarnation... Xiaoer, come and take a cucumber and mapo tofu for me!"

A pair of feet hung down in front of him, and above that was the hem of the red dress.

He Lanjiu stretched out his hand to pull him up with a loving face, and lowered his threatening voice while helping to dust off his body: "If you ruined my meal, how will you pay for it?"

Qian Yichen jumped three feet away trembling, and rushed to the side of the man holding the sword for help: "Feng Fan, don't leave me here!"

……

At noon on February [-]th, beside the official road leading to Qingzhou, there is a teahouse.

Three men and one woman were sitting around a table, and they heard the diners resting around talking about the restaurant in Qiu County.

Hua Ling plucked a few wisterias from the bunches on her head, and threw them into the teacups of the three of them one by one: "This is a bribe. I left home to see the world. I finally met a strange person who was between humans and ghosts. In the end, I was still alive." It was solved by you first, so you must take me to see the Hunter Union."

"Not good." Feng Fan flatly refused, looking down at the fine petals floating in the hot water, "I heard that Fuzhou Hua's family is very upright, you can't be a hunter."

Hua Ling raised her eyebrows nonchalantly amidst the wisteria fragrance: "You want to take care of it? Qian Yichen, aren't you also a member of the alliance? I heard that there are old hunters introducing it, and it will be much easier for newcomers to join."

"I'll follow Feng Fan's order." Qian Yichen refused approvingly, holding a hot teacup to disperse the chill, "The summoning order is to arrive at the League on the [-]th, and it is expected to arrive tomorrow, or a day earlier, why not go to the city Go around?"

He Lanjiu snorted coldly, and drank the hot tea in one gulp: "I won't go."

Ever since Qian Yichen was threatened, he kept a distance from him, followed Feng Fan every step of the way, and immediately smiled: "That's just right, if you don't go, I can go out with confidence."

"Aren't you traveling together?" Feng Fan took the radish stuffed buns on the table, took a bite and swallowed slowly, not understanding why they were confronting each other.

"You can also go your own way." Qian Yichen glanced provocatively at the man in red on the opposite side, "I'll hang out with you from now on, where will we live when we arrive in Qingzhou?"

Hua Ling was dissatisfied with her flat mouth, and in the blink of an eye, she threw a new question to Feng Fan: "One more thing, that hair almost strangled your blood vessels and lungs after it entered your body, why are you still safe and sound?"

"I... have a place in Qingzhou. It's not as comfortable as an inn, but it's somewhat safer." Feng Fan thought for a long time before regaining his composure and coughed lightly, answering their questions separately, "As for what Hua Ling wants to know... you guys After you go, you will understand."

Do you understand after you go?

Even people who are not very curious feel puzzled, He Lanjiu glanced lazily.

Feng Fan's residence in Qingzhou was not far away, and within half a day of walking, he arrived at the exquisite half-old house in the city.

When the door was pushed open, a string of dark green and coppery bells rang softly under the eaves, which seemed simple and friendly, completely opposite to Feng Fan's indifferent temperament.

The sun has not yet set, and there is a girl in the small courtyard who is absorbing the last warmth of the day, her face is rosy, but she is lying quietly on the wooden couch with her eyes closed, as if she is dead, and someone is sitting beside her, picking up the dried chili peppers in the dustpan. string up.

"Afan? Why didn't you say something in advance when you came back? It would be good to ask someone to send a letter!" The middle-aged woman who was stringing peppers heard the voice and looked up to see this group of people.

"Aunt Zhao." Feng Fan showed a shallow smile for the first time, "I brought my friends back to stay for two days. I have other things to do. Is the money I gave you enough?"

Aunt Zhao put down the dustpan, and dragged him to look at him naggingly for a long time: "It's enough, but you didn't tell me in advance when you brought someone back, the food at home is not enough, I'll go out and buy some, otherwise what will happen after the market closes?" None. Oh... we need to send Xiao Yu back to the house first..."

"I'll come, Aunt Zhao, you go out first." Feng Fan stepped aside to open the door, untied the epee and put it on the wooden table.

Qian Yichen also hurriedly gave way, and when he retreated to the wall, he realized that there were strange spells drawn in the corners, plus the little girl sleeping on the couch... finally knew her identity!

"This is my sister." Feng Fan explained that he picked up the fluffy younger sister, carried her to the side room, and came out immediately, "She..."

Qian Yichen interrupted him uncontrollably: "Incomplete soul, and only half body?"

Feng Fan looked at him quite unexpectedly, and finally nodded slowly: "That's right."

"But I don't think that girl is missing an arm or a leg. Why is it half missing?" He Lanjiu sat down in the courtyard very familiarly, and pinched a bright red dried chili to study.

"There is a kind of magic that can divide one person's body into two souls. The body used by the two looks normal on the outside, but in fact it is only half of it. It will be more difficult to move." Qian Yichen said while confirming the seal. With Fan's expression, he silently swallowed the second half of the sentence.

However, the protagonist was not affected, and his missing half of the body was made up with the plasticine left by Nu Wa.

Half of the body is reshaped with divine clay, and any sorcery is greatly reduced on the body. This is his cheat!

"There was an accident at home a few years ago, so Xiaoyu's soul was incomplete. I entered the alliance just to find the best soul-calling magic weapon and bring back her missing soul." Feng Fan explained softly, feeling deeply moved by Qian Yichen. Deep familiarity.

In order to repay the kindness of the expert to retain Xiaoyu's soul with magic, he joined the alliance after the accident, but the hunters left for profit, and they were just acquaintances.

Fighting against ghosts and evildoers, all they want is to return to the life of family reunion.

Others only think that he is not easy to get close to because he is alone, and no one knows so deeply...

Qian Yichen looked at the empty Mutao, but was thinking about other things.

In the original work, the protagonist is a slightly indifferent person, who became stronger just to make his sister wake up and survive the bloody battle all the way, but the starting point is only a tiny wish, which is more likely to resonate and appear to be extraordinary.

So what if you step on the world of self-cultivation?He just wants to live a peaceful life.

This kind of behavior that says no to behavior is still very honest, it really makes readers... so cool!

And Qian Yichen likes the protagonist so much, is it really because of his charisma?

What other people enjoy is just that character calling the wind and rain, and the pain necessary to reach the top does not fall on himself. Who has the condition to empathize with it?

Feng Fan wields an epee sword and kills all directions. The motive that was only mentioned in the original work is completely ignored later.But in front of him, there is indeed a living person who is extremely exhausted in the battle, and can only move forward.

Is he still a qualified protagonist who only enjoys his frankness?

Qian Yichen strode up to Feng Fan's side suddenly, and whispered in his ear, "If you really want to wake up your sister and live a peaceful life, give me the thing that others asked you to take." .”

After he finished speaking, he let out a long breath, feeling that the aura of the protagonist had already lingered on him.