Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The effect of the silver-whisker needle on the golden medicine stone was too strong, when Feng Tinghan woke up, two days had passed, the sky was bright outside the window, and the clouds and shadows lingered, like a group of white cranes fluttering their wings.The strange environment made him tense up immediately, before his mind cleared up, his hands under the sleeves tightened slightly, and a cyan phantom of Nine Extinction faintly appeared in his palm.

There were soft footsteps outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. Fu Siqian entered the room with a bowl of dark brown medicinal juice. Seeing that the unconscious person on the bed woke up, he was stunned for a moment before he realized: "I thought you had to Another day of sleep."

Feng Tinghan let go of his hand, got down from the bed, and looked at the thing on Fu Siqian's hand with a vague expression. His nose was sharp, and he had smelled the lingering, nasty bitter smell as early as Fu Siqian entered the door.

"Give it to me? It smells bitter." Feng Tinghan stretched out his hand calmly, "Give it to me, it won't be good if the medicine cools down."

Crying children have sweets, but what about obedient children?

The medicine was brought by Qianyue. It was the first time in Fu Siqian's life that he boiled medicine, and even a pair of it broke.He had boiled this bowl of medicine for several hours, it was not rare, but under Feng Tinghan's calm eyes, he suddenly felt an urge to hide the medicine.

Feng Tinghan lowered his head halfway, the hair slipping from the sideburns printed a silhouette on the side of his face, under the interlaced light and shadow, there was a slight arc that seemed to be hooked but not hooked, and it disappeared in a flash, as if it had never appeared before. When he raised his head, he stared innocently and calmly: "Master?"

Fu Siqian passed the wooden tray over in silence, and watched him drink up all the medicinal juice in one go, his red lips were stained with brown dots, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in the fragrance of the medicine, so obedient that people couldn't look directly at him.

The always dignified and composed Immortal Venerable didn't say a word, and left in embarrassment with the bowl, the speed was so fast that it could almost be called fleeing, Feng Tinghan raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, he never let it go Any opportunity that can be used, whether he is willing or not, has to be experienced. He has long learned to be patient, and he also understands what is best for him.

He wanted the well-known Zhaoyuan Xianzun to feel sorry for him, wanted that person to feel sorry for him, wanted that person to feel guilty all the time, and could not forget what happened at this time all the time, and then stepped on that person's bottom line step by step, forcing that person to lose He abandoned his armor and fled.

May I ask what is better to handle and use than the feelings in people's hearts?

It's not a bad time this time, Feng Tinghan has a lot of calculations in his heart, and looks like he is determined to win.But no matter how bad he is, he doesn't want to do this kind of thing in the future, and the medicine prescribed by the golden medicine stone that kills a thousand swords is too bitter!

Feng Tinghan stuck out his tongue, his face wrinkled into a ball, and now he could feel nothing but the bitter taste of the medicine in his mouth. This long-lost disgust made him extremely depressed, and he couldn't help but slammed down on the ground. Spit several times.

Among the clouds, the flying boat kept moving at a steady speed, and the fireworks scattered from the city wall floated up the clouds, like a crow's feather sweeping across the heart.

Fu Siqian put the medicine bowl aside casually, and then his sleeves twirled, Sanqiu solemnly passed by, leaving a red afterimage in the air, and the medicine fragrance stained on the skirt was blown away by the gushing wind, leaving only A tiny trace followed him and fell to the ground at a high speed.

It was meal time, the city was very lively, and there was a continuous stream of hawking. Fu Siqian searched for several kinds of food that were sold well, stuffed his storage bracelets to the brim, and finally turned around and turned into a quaint and luxurious restaurant next door. dim sum shop.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled an extremely strong milky aroma, and before he could speak, a crisp voice came from behind the cloth curtain: "Everything is sold out today, guest officer, go to another house."

sold out?The tip of his nose was captured by the sweet and greasy pastry smell, Fu Siqian squinted his eyes slightly, his spiritual consciousness instantly enveloped the whole small shop, and all the pictures behind the curtain appeared in front of his eyes.

The boy with his legs crossed was holding the story book and was reading happily. There was a long table in front of him with all kinds of pastries, which covered the entire table. There was also a crescent moon knife on the table. One meter wide and half a palm wide, there is a faint white halo covering the body of the knife. Looking closely, that layer of brilliance seems to be still flowing.

That knife is not ordinary, it looks like it has cultivated the spirit of the knife.

There are two situations in which spiritual wisdom can be cultivated by magic tools: one is that there are spirits first, and then there are tools, which are transformed by spiritual wisdom and attached to magic tools. However, there is no fixed instrument for the body; the other is to have the instrument first and then the spirit. With the help of the spiritual wisdom cultivated by the instrument itself, life follows the instrument and dies with the instrument. This kind of situation is very rare. In "Supreme God Lord", it is mentioned that the sword spirit of the Sunshine Sword belongs to this category.

However, in this ordinary dim sum shop, there is a knife that cultivates wisdom, and it is placed carelessly on the table. Doesn’t this show that there is something strange? Fu Sigan restrained his breath, and quietly disappeared in the shop , I want to explore one or two.

The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting or not, with a sip of pastry and a sip of tea, holding a scripture book with relish, humming a few tunes from time to time, with an indescribably leisurely pleasure.

Fu Siqian stood there for a while, but there was no difference. He remembered that there was a "waiting for food" cub on the flying boat, so he stopped investigating and prepared to turn around and leave.Unexpectedly, just as he took two steps, there was a sudden rustling sound from the inner room, followed by a muffled humming sound, like the sound of a gagged person.

"Be honest, or don't blame me for being rude." The cry rang out again after a few seconds, and the young man impatiently kicked the table, holding a knife and slamming it under the table, "Look at my knife, I seem to be a vegetarian Is it?"

It turned out that there were two people tied up under the table, and Fu Siqian realized at a glance that he ran into a house robbery. The young man was obviously not the shopkeeper of the dim sum shop. The real shopkeeper and the assistant were tied up tightly. Gagging and hiding under the table.

He has never been a nosy person. He stayed here before because he cared about the sword spirit, but he never saw the scimitar move.

There was constant movement in the back room. The robbing boy scratched his hair, cursed in a low voice, and pulled out half of the knife in his hand. The blade flashed a cold light, and the cold male voice rebuked angrily: "There is no way to bully a chicken!" Those who are powerful, who rob their property by force, are not kings—"

With a sound of "swish", the scimitar was put into its sheath, and the cold voice stopped abruptly. The boy flicked the blade, and smiled at the people under the table: "Did you hear me, my knife can talk, you guys If you're a little more dishonest and make me angry, hmph, it's not as simple as being tied up."

Where have I seen such a battle before, the shopkeeper and the boy were already stunned, their eyes were staring at the scimitar in the young man's hand without a word, and their bodies were shaking non-stop.

Seeing that the deterrence just now worked, the young man was in a good mood, picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into his mouth, happily lay down on the chair, and pulled out half of the scimitar.

"It's really not the behavior of a gentleman!" The blade hummed, and the cold voice directly raised several tunes, "You are so young and have such a vicious mind, and you use me to do such impolite dirty things, it is simply shameless and shameless. Unrighteousness must be self-defeating, there is still room for maneuver, I advise you to put down the butcher knife now, don't wait until the day you can't turn back!"

If the person who spoke was an individual, he would probably be furious by now.

This is a sharp-tongued swordsman, his words are unreasonable and heavy, and his cadence is deep and disgusting. It is a bit like a teacher scolding him after being annoyed. Fu Siqian laughed out loud when he heard it.

The boy noticed the movement, jumped up from the chair immediately, held the knife and looked at the curtain coldly: "Whoever is outside, don't get out!"

"Get off?" Fu Siqian repeated the word, with a lazy tone, "I think you are as shameless and obscene as that sword spirit said. You don't look like a good thing, but your bones are good."

He deliberately paused, and added: "It happens to be a good seedling suitable for rolling around."

The young man was so angry that he split the cloth curtain with a knife, stepped on the chair and shouted aggressively: "Come out if you have the ability, what kind of a hero is hiding!"

The scimitar struggled, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at where Fu Siqian was standing. The young man snorted coldly, and took a step forward with the knife.

This sword spirit could feel him, Fu Siqian was surprised, he showed his figure and walked towards the boy with his hands behind his back: "It's strange, this is the first time I've seen this kind of sword spirit."

The brows of the young man were illuminated by the flash of the scimitar, revealing the color of snow. The panic was like star fragments suddenly appearing in the lonely sky, and disappeared in an instant: "Who are you, and what are you talking about!"

Fu Siqian grabbed it from the air, and the scimitar broke free from the young man's hand, hovered and swayed in the air, and drew the knife out of its sheath. Curly white light poured out from the scimitar, and slowly condensed into a ball in midair.Fu Siqian glanced at it, and saw that white light turned into a man wearing a snow-colored monk's robe. His face was solemn, his eyes were slightly closed, and a cinnabar mole on his forehead was as red as blood, as if it was about to drip.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes sharpened, as if he was full of anger, he raised his hand to greet Fu Siqian, he threw out a row of sharp needles from the bottom of his sleeve, the length of each palm, aroused a silver spot, tearing the air around him, Stab forward as much as possible.

The sharp needle slashed across the scimitar, scattered the phantom of the human figure, and continued to move forward, heading straight for Fu Siqian's face.Fu Siqian raised his eyelids, held his right hand horizontally, Sanqiu appeared in his hand, and saw the black long sword lightly waved, like a rainstorm, countless sharp needles fell to the ground, just like a jingle of pearls and jade. rattle.

"So it turned out to be a divine soul trapped in a magic weapon." Fu Siqian made a seal with one hand and pointed towards the air, only to see the man meditating on the scimitar slowly open a pair of indifferent eyebrows and nodded at him Nodding, "Thank you benefactor."

A black streamline suddenly appeared between the young man's eyebrows, sinister and treacherous, and gradually spread to the side like a tide. A black chain was wrapped around his wrist, and a black shackle was attached to the other end of the chain, which was tightly handcuffed to the machete. on the neck of the spirit.