Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

When He Lanjiu was wandering in the world, he always adhered to the principle that all ascetics are paper tigers. He despised some enemies but was keen to collect information so that he could focus on their dead spots in the future.

Taoist Kongli is not very famous in both righteous and evil ways, but the fact that he is good at it is too troublesome.

Refining people's feelings, using this as a guide, anyone in front of him who has a little bit of related emotions in his heart will immediately be infected and expand infinitely.Take negative emotions as an example, as long as there is a little bit of dissatisfaction at first, it will turn into uncontrollable anger after he provokes it.

Ordinary people have seven emotions and six desires, even cultivators who have absorbed the aura of heaven and earth for so many years are no exception, and their cultivation will even be affected. Otherwise, throughout the ages, there would not be so many people who were one step away from ascending to the sky and died of demons.

The spells studied by Taoist Kongli are deadly to ascetics. He can be called a small expert in destructive cultivation.

Yu Rushui, the leader of the Hunter League, is good at mysterious Taoism. When He Lanjiu lived by the riverside, he saw him and Taoist Kongli have letters and exchanges more than once, and they discussed how to refine emotions, which are intangible and intangible. At that time His identity was just a mortal who was dragged into the Ten Thousand Monsters Cave, so naturally he couldn't ask in detail.

Only now do I know that the two teachers came from the same sect.

"No solution?" He Lanjiu's figure stiffened by the bed for a moment, and she moved her fingers displeased, "It seems that you and that slacker who can sleep through eating are indeed uncles and nephews. His spiritual power is low. Your cultivation base is not very deep."

Jiang Que's neck felt cold, and he looked back and immediately saw his puppet attendant standing behind him: "I'm a late beginner, and I haven't devoted myself to cultivation. Of course, I can't compete with you in spiritual power. But..."

The copper candlestick spikes held by the puppet had sunk into his flesh, and a string of thin blood beads came out.

Jiang Que didn't feel the tension of life and death at all, and finished the sentence with a chuckle: "But... But the ability to escape is not bad!"

With a flick of his body, he dodged the sharp weapon around his neck, then closed the door behind his back and broke into the room, blocking all the dolls outside.

"Fleeing for my life, is it a good idea?" He Lanjiu looked at him and sneered, this distance was enough for Foxfire to turn him into ashes in an instant! "Or, did you finally think of a way to get rid of unconsciousness?"

"I've said it's not poisonous, and it's not harmful. It's just that I added a little bit of joy into the wine, which can infinitely magnify the joy of the drinker." Jiang Que looked down at the wine glass in his hand, and walked up to the wine with a smile on his face. Previously, "Have you ever heard of Huangliang Yimeng? A scholar dreams of marrying a wife in high school, and his life will be rich and prosperous, and it is only a moment in this world. My unconsciousness is much worse than Lu Weng's pillow. Lu Sheng's celadon pillow After being fully enlightened, the unconscious drinker can see all the things he expects to happen in a drop of wine, do you think he would still be willing to wake up at that time?"

He Lanjiu remained silent on the spot, and heard Qian Yichen's breathing suddenly intensified.

Jiang Sparrow dipped in the wine glass, drew out the last drop of wine with his fingertips, and slowly smeared it on the side of his face along the tear mole: "Maybe this person has stronger concentration and will recover soon? Besides, you Pay attention to him, don't you want him to be happy?"

He Lanjiu grabbed the hand coldly, and broke it in the opposite direction with all his strength, but his palm was empty: "Even if I hope, the reason why he is not allowed to be happy is a glass of wine."

Jiang Que slipped, broke free from the restraints and slipped back to the door: "Since you know my uncle, I'll help you figure out a way tomorrow morning to see if I can wake him up—don't destroy my boat tonight."

Only then did He Lanjiu's face soften a little, and there was a rustling sound coming from outside the door, which was the light noise of the clothes sleeves rubbing against the puppet attendants when they left.

With a click, Jiang Que rubbed his eyes and closed the carved wooden door. There was no one in the room, but he still couldn't calm down.

Not only Qian Yichen's disordered breathing, but also He Lanjiu's increasingly violent heartbeat.

"How can you eat indiscriminately in a strange place, or should he drink it for you?" He pulled Qian Yichen's face into deformation with two fingers, "No, it should be a little idea, and then he It's more teasing."

"Hmm..." Qian Yichen opened his eyes in pain, with a dazed expression.

"Are you awake?" He Lanjiu's eyes lit up and he approached and asked, and soon found that he was still in a daze.

Because Qian Yichen actually laughed!It was still the most gentle and harmless smile, pulling Guo Jin into his arms.

"What did you dream about?" He Lanjiu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his face under the candlelight.

It can be confirmed that the soul is not damaged, and the consciousness is chaotic, but no solution can be found.

In Qian Yichen's eyes, everything is too bright and cute. He is clearly in the same place, but there are countless gentle hands pulling him to sink into the abyss.

"Hehehe, I saw you being hung up and beaten by Feng Fan..."

He Lanjiu immediately pulled his clothes and forced him to sit up: "Do you dare to say it again, I didn't hear clearly."

Qian Yichen smiled foolishly, murmured and didn't know what he was talking about again, but his expression became more and more excited.

Unconsciousness can magnify the slightest joy, even if you encounter such a good thing as picking up money on the road, you will be as happy as getting a thousand taels of gold.

In Qian Yichen's consciousness, he has already seen Feng Fan's feet stepping on black and white. It's nothing!

He turned his shiny pupils, illusion and reality overlapped, and a gloomy face squeezed into the field of vision.

That expression was so cold that the temperature in the room became lower and lower.

The well-arranged bunk bed is extremely soft, and it feels like you are in the clouds when you lie on it.

Qian Yichen forcefully broke away He Lanjiu's fingers grabbing his clothes, caressing the wrinkled skirt and was about to lie down again, but his movements froze!

"It smells so good..."

He smelled someone who was actively approaching him, and took a deep breath on his face regardless.

He Lanjiu was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the drop of unconsciousness that Jiang Que had smeared on the side of her face when she left, pushed him away and picked up the wine glass on the table: "Do you want this?"

"Yeah!" Qian Yichen nodded his head heavily as he smelled the aroma of wine, and was about to stand up and grab the cup while propping up on the bed, but He Lanjiu threw the cup out of the window of the box!

With a frozen expression of anticipation on his face, he sat there for a while, then rushed to the window decisively, as if he was going to jump down to salvage it.

"If you can't wake up again, you'll just be a waste for the rest of your life." He Lanjiu stretched out his hand to hold him up, and threw him back on the bed.

Qian Yichen sat down with dazed eyes, muttering like a child having a temper: "You villain, I want to draw your notebook...Where is the wine, give me the wine..."

"Huh?" He Lanjiu didn't understand it, but he felt that it was not a good word, and warned him to press him under the brocade quilt, "Don't touch it again, you should sleep first, and you will be fine when you wake up tomorrow."

Having said that, he was also very worried.I don't know how to wake up, Qian Yichen was so overwhelmed by joy that he couldn't realize anything else.

"No, give me wine! Just one more sip, it will be fine, it will be fine..." Qian Yichen was just a little sober, but immediately became irritable, frowning in trouble and struggling indiscriminately.

He was so strong that he even broke free from He Lanjiu's palm several times, but was dragged back as soon as he stood up.

During the entanglement of suppression and anti-repression, He Lanjiu sweated thinly on his forehead, and a strand of black hair stuck to the side of his face. He pulled him back and turned over for the last time to hold him down: "Lie down here and sleep, do you hear me?"

"Wine... I smell it, it's in the next room..." Qian Yichen glanced at the door aggrievedly, there was a person sitting on his waist, and he tried to straighten his upper body several times, but nothing could be done.

He Lanjiu, who is not good at coaxing people, frowned, and was considering whether it would be better to knock people unconscious, when his eyes were suddenly attracted to him.

Qian Yichen has always been adhering to the principle of tidiness, he must pack himself neatly when he goes out, even the belt he wears will not be wrinkled, and as soon as his hair grows a little, he will carefully tie it up imitating the men's attire nowadays.

So now the disheveled appearance because of too much struggle is extremely rare and provocative.The half-length hair covered the expression, only the lips were slightly opened and closed to pant.

He Lanjiu leaned over slowly, brushed away the obstructive hair on his face, and began to tear off the more obstructive clothes by the way: "Do you really want wine?"

"Ah...?" Qian Yichen blinked in confusion.

He Lanjiu slightly hooked his fingers to open his skirt, and opened it all the way down, casually picked up a strand of her hair, and wrapped it around Qian Yichen's body... at that place.

Then he asked again slowly, his voice was low and almost bewitching: "Do you really want wine?"

In Qian Yichen's eyes, his face quickly enlarged, and he moved his body uncomfortably, vaguely aware of something very unpleasant that would happen next.

At the same moment when his eyes turned to the side, He Lanjiu reached out and pinched his jaw like lightning: "I just lost blood, and I'm very hungry now."

Qian Yichen frowned slightly, and seemed to have heard this sentence in the confusion, and lowered his eyes to see the fresh wound on his wrist.

"You... don't get hurt in the future..."

Self-awareness showed signs of waking up in his mind, but after struggling for a while, he fell deeply into that dream again.

"Wine, give me wine..."

He Lanjiu was extremely irritable and covered his mouth unbearably, and then, it became a gentle touch again.

……

"Actually, as long as you get tempted, you won't be able to stop it."

In the next room with closed windows and doors, Jiang Sparrow smiled and tore a spell in half, and suddenly several faces like him appeared behind him, floating translucently in the air.

The expressions are either angry or worried, and they are all different.