White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

In the deep mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, the fog gradually thickened, and a huge opening was split in the middle of the mountain like a blade, forming a valley.

The birds with winding tail feathers were startled by the voice, and flew across the forest.

A young man stumbled over from a distance. His clothes were torn and his face was covered with bruises. He couldn't see his original appearance clearly.

Behind him were several monks in white clothes.

"Quick, don't let people run away, kill him, he doesn't even have any talent, it's really embarrassing for us!"

"Don't worry, it's impossible for a trash without cultivation to escape from us."

A young man in white clothes with blue patterns said casually. Holding a long sword in his hand, he made several vertical leaps and caught up with the young man in front of him.

He waved his hand: "You don't need to come here, I will deal with this waste myself."

The young man stood in front of the young man, smiled arrogantly, raised his sword and pointed at him: "Duan Yixuan, for the sake of you being my younger brother, I will let you choose, how do you want to die?"

As soon as his words fell, the tip of the sword moved lightly, directly piercing Duan Yixuan's shoulder.

Duan Yixuan's pupils shrank suddenly, he gritted his teeth tightly, his gaze was fixed on the young man, there was a strong hatred deep in his deep pupils, so intense that he seemed to tear the man apart.

With a bit of disgust in the eyes of the young man, he said with a mocking smile: "What kind of eyes do you have, do you want to die so much? If that's the case, I don't mind sending you to die."

As he raised his hand up and down, the long sword directly pierced Duan Yixuan's chest with spiritual power, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, he could only watch the blood gushing out of his chest, and a dark light poured into his chest, The strong smell of blood and rust filled his mouth.

A powerless hatred welled up in his heart, why should he die if he has no talent.

He stared at the young man with hatred in his chest, as if he wanted to eat that man's flesh alive.

The young man took two steps back unconsciously, and then realized his timidity, and said angrily, "You are lucky to die by my hands in the end. After all, you are a waste, and it is not bad to use your blood to sharpen my sword in the end." of."

Duan Yixuan opened his eyes, he couldn't hear anything, his head was in a daze, and he could clearly feel the blood loss in his body.

Is he dying?

Haven't had time to live a good life, haven't had time to practice, and haven't had time to achieve one's goal, are you going to die here?

Duan Yixuan felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart, but at the same time he felt a sense of powerlessness, because what the other party said was indeed true, he was a waste.

Consciousness gradually faded, Duan Yixuan vaguely saw a smear of white, and a slender white hand covering his eyes, which looked as beautiful as a jade carved with meditation.

"Host, please hurry up and save the life-threatening villain, the villain's vital signs are gradually declining."

Mechanized voices sounded in the air.

A young man in white was squatting in front of Duan Yixuan, his black hair was loosely circled by a white headband, and a few strands of hair fell down in front of him.

If Lan Qiu doesn't pay attention to the system, even if the system doesn't issue a task, he will save it.

He reached out and touched Duan Yixuan's cheek, it was a little cold.

Lan Qiu's fingers trembled. When he thought that the person in front of him was a super villain, he couldn't help but tremble when he thought that he would be divided into five horses later.

He stood up and mobilized the spiritual power on his body to bring Duan Yixuan up.

Lan Qiu glanced up at the valley, tapped her toes, jumped a few times, and used her spiritual power to support her into the valley.