Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 106 Bury me in the world of mortals 2

The bottom of the cliff fell into an eerie silence, the sound stopped, and there was only the sound of water dripping from the corner of Xie Xun's mouth on the ground.

Tick-tick-tick-

"Master Mozun, long time no see."

Yan Junxing waved the Louyun Fan with an unfathomable face, his eyes flicked over Feng Zhiyuan, and then lightly left, finally falling on Le Zhengcheng whose body was occupied by evil spirits.

He lifted his feet and walked slowly, and for a while, the sound of rattling overwhelmed the sound of water droplets.

haven't seen you for a long time?Feng Zhiyuan closed his eyes secretly, and looked at another person, that person whose face was unrecognizable but gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In other words, the sound of footsteps came from Yan Jun, and this person came over without making a sound.

The ground is full of bone fragments, and it is difficult to step on it without making a sound.

Some kind of spell was cast on this man's face, as if shrouded in a cloud of mist, the face could not be seen clearly at all.

There is only one explanation for this situation, this person's cultivation is far above him.

Feng Zhiyuan backed away calmly, his spiritual power suddenly disappeared, even Jiu Mie couldn't sense it, so it's very likely that he has something to do with this person.

Just one thing, even if this person's cultivation base is higher than his, it shouldn't be able to make his spiritual power completely disappear, right?

The disappearance of spiritual power made Feng Zhiyuan very uneasy. He tried his best to suppress his inner emotions, and integrated all the information he got, hoping to piece together a clue. At worst, he had to find a way to get Fu Siqian out first.

Feng Zhiyuan looked down at Fu Siqian, and saw that he was still unconscious, standing motionless, like a shell that lost its soul.

Feng Zhiyuan's heart twitched, and he held Fu Sigan even tighter.

At this time, it has been two days since Yan Junxing met them. The sudden appearance of Yan Junxing and this person must be related to what will happen in Duan Hun Cliff in the future. It is not guaranteed that these two people are here to cause the incident that is related to the world and the common people. Big deal.

But what did Yan Junxing mean by "Long time no see" just now?

Feng Zhiyuan made a bold guess, if the two in front of him weren't from the same team?

With Yan Junxing's innumerable minds, it is normal for this to happen to him. If he doesn't count people one day, it will be red rain in the sky.

It's just that I don't know if Yan Junxing's cultivation has been suppressed, if not...

Feng Zhiyuan was thinking in his heart how to make these two people fight among themselves, and then he could take the opportunity to take Fu Sigan out of here.

As for why the person who couldn't see the face gave him a sense of familiarity, this issue can be considered later, in short, he is not in a hurry, the premise is that the safety of himself and Fu Siqian can be guaranteed.

"Feng Zhi Yuan."

At the bottom of the silent cliff, the clear and melodious voice passed through my ears, slowly pronouncing the name.

After speaking, he walked towards Feng Zhiyuan.

The big ball seemed to have been touched by the reverse scale, and there was a snoring sound from his body. He stood in front of Feng Zhiyuan and stared fiercely at the men who approached a little bit.

He uttered two words slowly, as if he was sucking on ground flesh, revealing a bit of extreme disgust: "Bad, man!"

Feng Zhiyuan was shocked when he heard the words, and suddenly remembered something, just now when this person and Yan Junxing didn't show up, Da Qiu told him to run quickly, now he said that this person is a "bad guy".

Could it be that Da Qiu knew the person in front of him?And know that this person will hurt himself?

Even, this person may have hurt himself in his previous life.

"What are you thinking?"

The man stopped and looked at Feng Zhiyuan through the big ball, because he couldn't see his face clearly, and didn't know his expression now.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't answer. He didn't know this person well. He obviously never remembered anything about this person, but he felt a sense of familiarity from the bottom of his heart. That familiarity was accompanied by shuddering, like a cold wind blowing into his bones. Inside, there was a gloomy and cold breath.

At this moment, he hoped extremely that he had already fused the fragments of the soul in the soul lamp, so that he could probably understand the reason for all the confusion in front of him.

The man lowered his head slightly, and smiled at Fu Siqian inexplicably: "It seems that you still love him."

The laughter was very sweet, and it sounded full of joy, mixed with a deep sigh of helplessness.

Although Feng Zhiyuan didn't understand why he said that, nor did he understand why all his emotions came from.

Yan Junxing was looking at Le Zhengcheng at the side, and the Louyun fan slowly slid down from the top of Le Zhengcheng's eye-filled head with a distance of a few centimeters, and stopped at his throat.The eyes full of evil light were full of shivering, he was screaming "Woooo", the evil spirits had occupied Le Zhengcheng's body. Not his own consciousness.

A slight laughter came from behind, and the simple and obvious pleasure in that laughter made Yan Junxing curl his lips.

This person is really, fearless.

The bottom of the cliff is quiet and silent, any sudden sound will be amplified, and some neglected details will surface.

The sound of viscous water ticking was continuous, Xiesong couldn't move, he couldn't close his mouth, and the hysterical roar was suppressed in his throat.

The man who couldn't see his face glanced over, but looked at Yan Junxing and said, "You want to save him?"

Yan Junxing snorted very softly, and slowly moved up holding the Louyun fan, to the front of Le Zhengcheng's distorted mouth, which was squeezed by the eyes after the evil mutation occurred in his body.

Suddenly a sharp and crisp sound sounded, and the short blade emerging from the Louyun Fan directly pierced into that mouth, completely blocking that annoying sound.

Yan Junxing stepped back unhurriedly, without stopping, opened the jade fan in his hand with a "shua", and fanned the viscous liquid sprayed from the evil creature to the ground.

He was tall and tall, and he still smiled coquettishly at the bottom of the cliff, which was just the demeanor of the third son. Yan Junxing played with a little mockery: "Save him?"

The man who couldn't see his face glanced at Le Zhengcheng quickly, without staying too long, as if the thing was really dirty, and looking at it for a second would be a torment.

He moved his hands and feet with a natural nobility, as if he should have been far away from the sky, and despised everything above the sky.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Feng Zhiyuan's mind: This person's casual glances are all condescension.

The idea, like its content, was grotesque.

It was dark and dark under the cliff, relying only on the halo of the soul-hunting lamp, it couldn't illuminate the surrounding scene at all, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

The fireworks in the wind and snow will eventually be covered by the wind and snow.

Feng Zhiyuan's heart tightened, the light on the Soul Concentrating Lamp was getting weaker, to be precise, the golden light was getting weaker and weaker.It is also because of this that in this endless darkness, the gathered red is more vivid, like cinnabar under the heart.

--garish.

The nerves were too tense, and Feng Zhiyuan didn't react until this time, because the spiritual power disappeared, the originally sealed sense of smell had recovered, and the stench from the rotting corpse made his eyes black, and he almost vomited.

He swallowed, frowning to suppress the nausea.

Yan Junxing smiled inexplicably: "Master Mozun is really good at ruining other people's good deeds. Could it be that you got the title of the world-wreaking devil because you ruined other people's good deeds?"

bad thing?Feng Zhiyuan's face darkened, and just as he was about to reply, he saw a strong wind blowing past, Yan Junxing was knocked back several meters immediately, and spit out a mouthful of blood while holding the Louyun fan.

A majestic voice with hints of anger: "You don't deserve to say that."

It was the man who couldn't see his face who shot!

Feng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, puzzled in his heart, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and looked at the man not far away without any trace, was this man defending himself just now?

He lowered his eyelids, and had some guesses in his heart, but he needed to verify it.

"You are not the devil."

The man took a few steps closer, and compared to what he said to Yan Junxing just now, his tone this time was more peaceful, and it sounded somewhat comforting.

The big ball stood in front of Feng Zhiyuan, and let out a slow roar: "Get out, get out!"

His vertical pupils have reached the state of combat, and his whole body is menacing, ready for a life-and-death battle with the man.

A strong murderous aura suddenly erupted from the man's body, attacking like a substance, making him tremble all over.

From Da Qiu, Feng Zhiyuan experienced a strong protective feeling, so strong that he was unwilling to accept it, so strong that he had the courage to face the terrifying enemy in a mortal state.

It can't go on like this anymore, Feng Zhiyuan shook Fu Siqian's hand heavily, loosened his arms around him, put the Soul Concentrating Lamp into Fu Sigan's arms, and solemnly called the name of the person in front of him in his heart , and then turned around and walked towards the big ball.

Fu Siqian still didn't respond. In his arms, the soul-restraining lamp emitted a faint light, illuminating his empty eyes.Fu Siqian's eyebrows were originally sharp and cold, but once there was no expression, they would appear extremely indifferent, as if they had been scratched by wind and frost, very unkind.

Right now.

Feng Zhiyuan came quickly, Fu Siqian was right, he was very soft-hearted, although he was burdened with the fate of being a scourge, but he still seemed unable to get rid of that ridiculous responsibility.Whether it was in the battle between good and evil, or at this moment, Feng Zhiyuan knew that he couldn't accept others' death to protect him with peace of mind.

Sensing that someone was approaching from behind, there was a trace of anxiety in Da Qiu's eyes, he turned around slowly, because it was too slow, just as he turned sideways, Feng Zhiyuan walked up to him.

"don't want!"

There was a look of pleading sorrow in the vertical pupils, and the blood in the eyes of the big ball became a little thicker.

Feng Zhiyuan patted the big ball, and the exploded scale returned to calm once he touched it, and fell obediently under his hands, his eyes flashed with astonishment, and he sighed vaguely.

Yan Junxing was seriously injured by that blow, and now he was half kneeling on the ground, seeing Feng Zhiyuan's behavior, his eyes widened in surprise.

The hand holding the Louyun Fan started to move subconsciously, his fingertips moved rapidly, and with the quick movement of his hand, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Zhiyuan didn't have any spiritual power in his body, so he walked slowly to the man who couldn't see his face clearly, the gloom in his lowered eyes was swallowed by the surroundings, and melted into a phantom at the bottom of the pitch-black cliff.

"It's too dark, let's make it brighter."

The surroundings are quiet and silent, the stars sink and the wind stops, and everything holds its breath.

Then there was a chuckle, the meaning of which was unclear, and then the bottom of the cliff was bright, no one saw when the man made the move.

The suddenly blooming light was too bright, Feng Zhiyuan raised his hand to cover his eyes, taking advantage of the opportunity to block the flash of joy in his eyes.

He decided to take another gamble.

Feng Zhiyuan looked at the person in front of him, sizing him uprightly, and with the information Yan Junxing deliberately revealed, although he couldn't be sure, he could guess that although this person had murderous intentions for him, he also had inexplicable pity for him.

Very contradictory, just like how I felt about Fu Siqian.

This similar feeling made him very upset, Feng Zhiyuan put aside his mixed thoughts, and made a second request: "I want to see your face."

The bottom of the cliff suddenly went dark, and the light returned quickly, as quickly as if nothing had happened just now, but the hesitation of less than a second was enough to shock everyone.

Feng Zhiyuan hooked his lips and smiled slightly: "Can't you?"

The Louyun fan fell to the ground with a "click", and Yan Junxing couldn't believe it, and was dumbfounded. The translucent white light illuminated everything, clearly illuminating the small wounds all over his fingers.

He figured it out.

In the gap of less than a second just now, he was ahead of everything in the world, penetrated the secrets of heaven, and broke through the world of mortals.

"Row."

A fluttering word scattered in the air.

However, in the next second, the golden light suddenly penetrated the black mist and broke out from Le Zhengcheng's body, covering up the light illuminating the bottom of the cliff for a while.

——It is the sun!

Before Feng Zhiyuan could be shocked, he was embraced by a pair of arms, the familiar breath made his tense body relax, and then something was stuffed into his hand.

A hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Put away the token of love."

Feng Zhiyuan couldn't help showing a slight smile. During that time, he had been tense all the time, but now that Fu Siqian returned to normal, he finally let go of his tense heart, as if everything had come to an end, and he felt a burst of relief.

"What happened just now?"

Fu Siqian lowered his head and kissed his ear: "I will tell you in detail later."

Right now is really not the time to talk about it, Feng Zhiyuan didn't ask any more questions, and looked at the person not far away, who hadn't moved since saying "OK", he was a little suspicious, not sure if If Fu Sigan didn't recover, would that man reveal his true face?

The jade fan that fell on the ground was picked up, and the figure disappeared without a sound. The people who were in a state of emergency didn't notice it, only the evil spirits who fell on the ground and screamed were struggling.

Zhe Ri rushed out from Xie Xing's mouth, squeezed out the blade that Yan Junxing had stabbed in his mouth, and violently cut a gushing stream of blood, the blood that fell on the ground was greedily sucked clean by the blade, sucking the vitality The pain made the evil spirit restless, and a fierce evil light appeared in his eyes.

It is the ferocious gaze that wants to tear people apart.

On the other side, the atmosphere is very solemn, there are two forces in the air conflicting with each other, they are biting each other, as if they will never give up until there is no winner.

The golden light slowly condensed into sword shadows, hovering above their heads, the stream of light erupting from the shading sun scratched all around, the vines clinging to the cliff shattered into gray-green powder, and all the bones at the bottom of the cliff were crushed. Crushed, huge cracks appeared in front of everyone.

The man who couldn't see his face glanced at it, and the crack seemed to be crushed by gravity. With a bang, it began to collapse downwards, and a pit similar to a deep well appeared on the ground.

From the pit, a burst of flame suddenly ignited, there was the sound of boiling, and black smoke came out from the mouth of the well.

The black smoke overflowed, dividing the bottom of the cliff into two worlds, light and dark, and the man surrounded by the smoke suddenly disappeared.

The big ball let out a roar: "No, no!"

He dragged his clumsy and bloated body, shrugging and moving toward the crack. At this moment, the scales covering his body began to recede, and his body shrank violently like an inflated balloon, slowly revealing smooth skin. At the same time, his stature was also lengthening, to the height of a human being, his huge vertical pupils shrunk a lot, and finally a human face was born.

He almost becomes a human being.

From the appearance, he is only slightly different from other people, and his eyes still retain the characteristics of vertical pupils.

Regardless of thinking about the mysterious man, Feng Zhiyuan quickly jumped out of Fu Siqian's arms, grabbed the big ball, and prevented him from continuing to rush over there.

Big Ball turned his head, with a sad and anxious expression on his face: "Master, man!"

Feng Zhiyuan hadn't spoken yet, two steps away, Fu Siqian said "tsk" first: "Why can't I change my speaking problem after becoming a human?"

The big ball froze, as if irritated, a layer of scales appeared on the face, and it took a long time to spit out a few words: "Bad, man, master, man, away from, you, far away!"

He is not used to saying so many words at once, it sounds messy, but the general meaning can be pieced together.

Fu Siqian smiled idly, but looked at the big ball with a hidden warning: "Your master can't stay away from me, he is mine."

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head to look at Feng Zhiyuan, and stretched out a hand towards the person in front of him: "Baby, come here."

This almost childish announcement made Feng Zhiyuan shake his head and chuckle, he raised his hand helplessly, and when he was about to catch Fu Sigan's hand, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow in his peripheral vision.A cloud of smoke drifted over from the black image, slowly covering the big ball from the side, Feng Zhiyuan's expression changed instantly, he turned around abruptly and pushed the big ball away.

The fierce murderous aura suddenly struck, and it was too late when Feng Zhiyuan wanted to dodge it. This was a pure and merciless blow. In a short moment, he suddenly remembered some broken pictures, and the boiling Yuanhuo went crazy. Jumping, red wings wrapped him, he sank in the hot lava, bones and flesh and blood...

"Crack-"

Feng Zhiyuan lowered his head and watched as the sword tip shattered the Soul Concentrating Lamp he had hidden in his chest, the dazzling red light overflowed from the bone lamp bit by bit like scattered stars.

However, Feng Zhiyuan didn't care about these things at this time, he looked along the tip of the sword, taking a panoramic view of the whole sword——

Feng Zhiyuan staggered, a little out of breath, his head was dizzy, he felt that everything around him was gone, and behind him was Fu Siqian's shrill cry.

Before he lost consciousness, he had only one thought in his mind: why did Fu Siqian sound so sad?

The big ball came to his senses, quickly smashed away the shining golden sword, and hugged Feng Zhiyuan into his arms. He raised his head and howled loudly. Roar, all things mourn.

The black shadow floated in the air, illusory, as if it would disappear soon.

His sigh was slow and long, with extremely deep pain: "He does not belong to you after all."

There was a burst of blood in the vertical pupils of the big ball, and the soaring grievances seemed to drip out together with the blood. He looked at Fu Siqian who rushed over, as if he wanted to swallow people alive, and gritted his teeth: "Twice, two times!" , too!"

These three words were like a long needle piercing into Fu Siqian's life, leaving him speechless.

Fu Siqian's outstretched hand stopped suddenly, a tyrannical desire to destroy surged in his heart, some dim spots of light overflowed from his body, and slowly floated towards the black shadow in the air.

Like a huge mirror appearing in front of him, the black shadow slowly transformed into a human form. He raised his hand to Fu Siqian at a strange angle, and the gauze wrapped around his wrist fell off layer by layer, revealing a deep visible Bone scars.

Fu Siqian's eyes turned black, and he almost fell to the ground. In his mind, countless pictures flashed quickly, and all the pictures were connected together to piece together a complete story.

A story about him.

The God of War sitting on the Beihai Chongtian raised his head, showing a pair of stern eyebrows, he looked at the monster kneeling under his feet, his eyes were full of indifference, calm as water.

Beside him, Qinglong bowed and saluted, and respectfully said: "Master, it is reported that there has been a change in Liuhuoyuan, and the sky is in chaos. Something that may shake the world may happen."

The man raised his eyelids, glanced at him lukewarmly, and said coldly, "Liuhuoyuan?"

Qinglong bowed again: "Yes, master."

A bead fell from the throne of the Que of the Heavens, and the slight noise was particularly obvious in the empty hall. The round and small bead rolled down from the throne, and did not stop until it rolled to the feet of the green dragon.

It was a transparent bead, and the starlight inside could be seen faintly. This is the bead that God of War of the North Sea often holds in his hands recently.

Startled, Qinglong suddenly raised his head, only to see that there was no one on the throne.

There was a strong wind blowing over the North Sea, the clouds were clear and the sun was shining. The God of War of the North Sea stood among the clouds with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves caressed the ripples. The waves were hot and cold, and he actually tore open the sky above other places, boiling Hot air gushes out of the cracks with tongues of flame, screaming with teeth and claws.

With a flash of a figure, the torn vortex slowly closed in the sky, and the calm appearance was restored.

"Flowing Fire Abyss."

The God of War in white clothes and soft armor stepped down from the sky on the clouds and stood still in front of the cliff. The surging tongues of flames were higher than the waves, and all of them fell on the cliff, annihilating a piece of scorched earth.

Legend has it that the deep fire of Liuhuoyuan comes from hell, it boils all year round, and has the terrifying power to burn everything.

The crimson flames were crazily hitting the cliff, and the magma was like a beast trapped in the ground, roaring to devour everything, but in the flames, a strange blue light suddenly appeared, like a meteor falling, the end of the eternal night will be clear.

He stared at the strange colors rolling with the magma in the abyss of fire, stretched out his hands in a strange way, and used those sword hands to cut down hundreds of monsters with a single sword, and the almost gentle person held up the blue light.

The blue light seemed to be conscious, and it rubbed against his hand affectionately.

He was born from the North Sea with inborn intelligence, concentric with vegetation, born with no emotion, neither joy nor sorrow.

The world admired him, and the years of loneliness and indifference made him numb. He never regarded himself as a human being. Although he said he didn't care, he still cared a little bit about his own existence.

And at this moment, he really felt the beating of his heart.

Heartbeat like a human.

He should have solved the change in Liuhuoyuan and killed this unknown thing here. This is his duty as the God of War in the North Sea, a duty entrusted to him by heaven and earth.

But in the end, instead of killing the blue light, he covered up the existence of the blue light.

In this way, he hid a variable.

Since then, he would often go to Liuhuoyuan and secretly watch the blue light practice, like a promise, he is a unilateral promise.

The turning point of the matter happened when Qing Guang cultivated spiritual wisdom. There are many kinds of spiritual wisdom, and he is the highest level among them-innate spiritual wisdom. There is only one natural spiritual wisdom in the world.The spiritual energy in the world is limited, and only one innate spiritual wisdom can be bred. If there is one, there will be no second one. If there is, there will inevitably be a struggle, and one of them will die in the hands of the other.

The God of War of the North Sea stood in Liuhuoyuan in a daze. He could feel that the spiritual wisdom was innate wisdom, and besides him, he was the second natural wisdom in the world.The powerful power contained in that blue light shocked him. At this moment, he suddenly realized that this was a variable, a variable that he should have killed long ago.

The power revealed from that blue light has not yet formed, and this is the last chance to kill it.

Little Lingzhi is like a small dumpling, lying softly in the abyss of flowing fire. It seems that it is not afraid of the abyss of fire by nature, and plays happily in it.The raised eyes are astonishingly beautiful.

Qinglong from Beihai would often send him some storybooks, which were all things from the world. God of War had too little contact with people, some of them could understand some of them, but he could only vaguely remember that Xiao Lingzhi's eyes seemed to be called Peach blossom eyes.

It is said in the book that when singing in a play, peach blossom eyes are the most affectionate.

The God of War of the North Sea picked up Xiao Lingzhi with a wave of his hand. The little guy couldn't speak yet. When he saw him, his peach eyes suddenly lit up, as if hiding stars, more beautiful than the sea of ​​stars and waves in Jiaolin Dihaihai.

bang——

Long lost, heartbeat.

Ever since he met this blue light, he felt his heartbeat for the first time, and that feeling was so wonderful that he almost regarded himself as a human being at that moment.

He thought it was a coincidence, but now, the coincidence happened again.

This little Lingzhi is his mortal enemy, the only existence that can kill him, but he also saved it with his own hands. It is the source of his heartbeat for the first time, and his only connection with this world.

The endless and lengthy years are really tiresome, even if you have the most honorable status in the world, the God of War in the North Sea accidentally poked Xiao Lingzhi's face with his hand, the warm and soft touch made his heart throb violently .

He suddenly had a strange feeling that this little guy existed for himself.

— to kill him.

That's fine, after all, he really waited for death for a long, long time.

The God of War in the North Sea is unkind, and has never changed his decision because of anyone in his life. He is cold-hearted, seeing the world like dust, not to mention being soft-hearted because of any reason.

He was ruthless, so ruthless that he would not let him go.

All memories have been erased, there is no blue light, no wisdom, no shock... He has turned back into the cold and ruthless God of War in the North Sea.

And Liuhuoyuan also regained its calm once again.

In that year, a major event happened in the world. The head of Wugou City was attacked when he went out, and was rescued by a young man with outstanding talent. If he doesn't catch his eyes, he will never accept apprentices for life.

But in that year, he had an extra student who was astonishingly talented.

It is rumored that the great disciple of Wugou City has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, a handsome appearance and unparalleled elegance, and the world will be heartbroken to see it.

His surname is Feng and his first name is Zhiyuan.

At this time, above the sky tower in Beihai, the God of War revered by thousands of people was sitting on the throne. He pinched the beads in his hand, and for some reason, he thought of a pair of eyes.

Qinglong stood by and waited. Seeing him looking at him all the time, he asked hesitantly, "Master, do you have something to tell your subordinates?"

God of War closed his eyes, held the beads into his palm, pondered for a moment, and said after deliberation: "Help me find some paintings about beautiful eyes... mortals seem to call them 'peach blossom eyes'."

As the years passed, the picture that reappeared was the God of War in the North Sea walking among the people.

For some reason, there was always an urge in his heart, wanting to go around this world for a while, without any purpose, just wandering around without a clue.

Today I came to Wugou City, which is close to Jiao Lin Diehai, mortals and aliens live together, many of them are descendants of mixed races, so people with outstanding looks can be seen everywhere.

God of War took off his soft armor and was dressed in plain clothes with wide sleeves. His mind was in a mess, but he couldn't grasp any thoughts, so he simply let himself go.

After splitting most of his mind, his concentration declined, so that he was directly bumped into his arms at the corner of a long street.

Displeased in his heart, he lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, only to see that person raised his head, revealing a pair of sparkling and affectionate peach blossom eyes, with a slight arc at the end of the eyes, which is the most fascinating.

It was an extremely gorgeous face, he had never seen such a person before, he was dressed in red like fire, a color that even the commander's glass could not describe, only the word "excellent color" can be summed up.

At that moment, everything in the world lost its color, only the fire was burning, and the young man's eyebrows were open, brighter than the spring in Beihai, even he couldn't escape.

"I'm Feng Zhiyuan, what's your name?"

The God of War of the North Sea was stunned for a few seconds, only to hear his heart thumping continuously.

The story is finally complete.

Fu Siqian withdrew from the mirror image and looked at the human figure formed by the black shadow in front of him. The man raised his wrist in a tricky way, revealing the wound he had cut with a soft knife.

The clear and pleasant voice is like a ghost: "Do you remember me?"

Fu Siqian's face was gloomy, and he waved his hand to smash the mirror image. He stepped on the ferocious and violent Zheri, and strangled the neck of the person in front of him: "I don't care who you are!"

He tightened his hands suddenly, but seeing the figure suddenly disappeared, he squeezed nothing.

Then there was a playful laugh in the air: "I am you, you can't kill me."

The black mist was like ink-stained snowflakes, attacking him one after another, Fu Siqian couldn't cover it, and was drawn into the chaotic world again, with everything hidden in front of him.

Above the heavy sky of Beihai, everyone was pushed back, like a man made of ice and snow sitting on a throne, he rested his chin with his hands, and floating stars fell from his half-closed eyelids.

Beside him, strands of black mist slowly condensed into a human form, and upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same face as his.

"you like him."

God of War raised his eyelids, and gave him a nonchalant look.

"I'm your demon, you can't hide it from me, you like him."

God of War sneered very lightly: "Demon?"

The demon nodded calmly, and said, "You shouldn't like him."

God of War asked inexplicably: "Then what should I do?"

The inner demon didn't hesitate, and said directly: "You are born with spiritual wisdom, so you should be heartless and heartless, without joy or sorrow."

"No heart and no heart, no joy and no sorrow." He slowly repeated these words, and suddenly a crazy emotion flashed in his eyes, "What if I don't?"

The demon said lightly: "Then you will die, and he will kill you."

God of War suddenly laughed, his brows and eyes were full of frost: "Then I will tell him to kill him!"

No one knew that the god above Chongtian fell in love with someone.

With the body of a god, he rushed to the world of mortals.

There is nothing interesting in the world, for him, this world is a capitalized "boring".

"What are you thinking?" The young man asked curiously with a smile on his face.

The person immersed in his own thoughts suddenly came back to his senses: "It's nothing."

Feng Zhiyuan smiled and stuffed the cake in his hand into his mouth: "Try it, this is delicious."

God of War, who seldom eats mortal food, was taken aback. No one had ever dared to treat him like this. If Qinglong saw Feng Zhiyuan's actions, he would definitely be thrown into the purgatory of Beihai.But at this moment, he didn't have the mind to dwell on these things, the sweetness of the pastry touched on the tip of his tongue was unexpectedly attractive, and he ate that piece of pastry for the first time.

At this time, Feng Zhiyuan's cultivation had reached a great level, his face remained that of a boy, and when he smiled, his brows and eyes were crooked, like cakes, sweet enough to touch people's hearts.

He raised the pastry in his hand and asked, "Is it delicious, try it again."

God of War hesitated for a moment, and took a piece. This time it was not as sweet as last time, and he couldn't swallow it.

"You..." Feng Zhiyuan frowned distressedly, "I always call you that, damn it, it's so awkward, what's your name?"

"I...I don't have a name."

He never regarded himself as a human being, so he didn't need a human name.

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes lit up: "Then let me give you a name!"

……

After backing down again and again, God of War was still dragged into the bookstore by the young man, and he had a name that day.

"Hundreds of millions of years, throw everything away." Sitting on the throne, the heart demon tsk-tsk, "Sounds pretty good."

God of War didn't even lift his eyelids, and waved him away: "It has nothing to do with you."

The black mist re-condensed into a human form beside the throne: "How could it have nothing to do with me, you are Fu Siqian, and I am also Fu Siqian, have you forgotten why I exist?"

His inner demons were born from Feng Zhiyuan.

God of War suddenly felt a little jealous, and looked at the demon in his eyes more and more unkindly: "Don't force me to kill you."

The inner demon was fearless and sneered: "Kill me? Don't you want to live? You don't want to be with Feng Zhiyuan? You don't want him to be yours alone? You don't want to hold him, kiss him, press him down. On the bed, and—”

"To shut up!"

There was a loud noise above the sky tower, and then the North Sea set off a turbulent turmoil, flooding the surrounding mountains, scaring thousands of monsters to death, and huddled in the cave, not daring to move.

Qinglong was waiting outside the main hall, and wanted to rush in when he heard the sound, but he was blown away by a strong wind as soon as he entered the door, and flew out of the main hall directly. The man as cold as ice couldn't suppress his anger, and shouted: "Get out!"

Since then, the demon has disappeared and has not come out for a long time.

The God of War of the North Sea breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was slightly worried. He knew that once the demons appeared, they would not disappear easily. The power will be stronger.

There was another serious matter, he found that his possessiveness towards Feng Zhiyuan was getting stronger and stronger.Feng Zhiyuan is the great disciple of Wugou City. There are too many people who admire him in the world. There are countless times. He wants to rub that bright young man into his arms directly, wants to bring him back to Beihai Tianque, and doesn't want to let anyone People spy on.

That boy can only be his, his alone.

God of War let out a sigh of relief, and suppressed the crazily clamorous desire in his heart, no, that would scare people away, he silently warned himself, try to control his contact with Feng Zhiyuan as much as possible, he likes Feng Zhiyuan who is as bright as spring Yuan, he didn't want to break the young man's wings with his own hands.

He had to think of a solution to both.

However, before he could figure out the best solution, he got another news about his boy.

There is a kind of people in the world who shoulder the mission of the stars and write the trajectories of the astrolabe in the world with their pens. The world calls them "witnesses".

He also has a commanding officer in Beihai, who was rescued by him during a monster disaster, and his name is Qian Youwu.

The news this time was what Qian Youwu told him: "The stars have changed, and all the commanding officers have presented their criticisms, confirming that Feng Zhiyuan, the great disciple of Wugou City, is the fate of the evil head of the world. If you don't get rid of it as soon as possible... , he will surely bring disaster to the world.”

War God's heart tightened, and he quickly asked: "This matter is true, does anyone know this matter?"

Qian Youwu bowed and bowed: "Some great powers have already known about it, and have decided to take action against Feng Zhiyuan without telling you. The subordinates know that the God of War and Feng Zhiyuan are close friends, so beforehand

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