Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The black lines between the young man's eyebrows extended two inches and stopped, twisting and twisting like a silk thread, gradually forming the shape of a flower, with a few thin pointed hooks protruding from the left and right sides of the petals, the hooks were slightly lifted up, and were touching. At the tip of the young man's eyebrows, it added a touch of coquettishness to his originally delicate face.

The young man tugged at the chain, pulling at the phantom above the scimitar, blood in his eyes churning, and he said hoarsely, "He is mine."

A trace of surprise flashed across Fu Siqian's eyes: "Demon?"

Sanqiu cut down in the air, the blazing fire of the sword cuts evil and eliminates demons, the most effective thing against evil, when the sword fire was about to fall on the chain, the chain suddenly disappeared out of thin air.Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, took a step forward to control the scimitar, and blocked the phantom it created behind him. He closed the three autumns and looked at the black chain reappearing on the young man's wrist with great interest.

As if irritated by Fu Siqian's behavior, the young man's face was ferocious, his expression was hard to distinguish, his figure suddenly doubled, and his head almost touched the beam of the house. He bent down, stretched out his hand to snatch the scimitar, and hoarse his voice He yelled at Fu Siqian, "Give him back to me."

Fu Siqian raised his hand to add a barrier, his eyes fell on the reappeared black chain, he remembered something, his face suddenly darkened: "Sanqiu, punish evil."

He formed seals with both hands, manipulating Sanqiu to stab the young man, the red light penetrated into the young man's body, and then shot out from the back of his chest, stabbing the young man right through.

"Sanqiu? Are you Zhaoyuan Xianzun of Wuji Mountain?" The young man raised his hand and touched the hole in his body that Sanqiu had just poked out, and suddenly laughed, "What a blazing sword, what a ghost and god, it's a pity -"

He paused for a moment, then grinned again, his eyes gleamed with glints of light, and there was a hint of pleasure in his cold tone: "I'm neither a ghost nor a god, your blazing fire can't hurt me!"

As he spoke, the black pattern on the center of the boy's eyebrows swelled a bit, and the sharp hook at the tip of his eyebrows extended outwards, like a tear falling from the corner of his eyes. The dark lines fell like snowflakes, and there was a tendency to cover his entire face .

"Zhaoyuan Xianzun, I have no intention of being your enemy. If you leave now, we will return to the bridge and return to the road." The young man paused and grinned, "If you want to get involved, Our swords have no eyes, so what about the masters of the tribulation stage, I will not make it easier for you even if I die."

The wound stabbed by the young man by Sanqiu has slowly healed, Fu Siqian frowned slightly, let go of his spiritual sense to investigate quietly, and after a while, he knew it in his heart, as the young man said, he is neither a ghost nor a human However, the blazing fire of Sanqiu can't do anything to him.

The white light above the scimitar was forced away by the overwhelming aura of the young man, and the figure of the man in the snow-colored monk's robe was in a trance, becoming a bit transparent, every inch was blurred, and he couldn't see clearly, except for the cinnabar mole on his forehead It became more and more red, almost ripe, almost oozing blood from under the skin.

The man's voice was still cold, his tone was calm but a trace of helplessness could be heard, his words were tactful and thoughtful, even if the tone was neither salty nor light, it sounded extraordinarily sincere: "Please trouble the Immortal Venerable Zhaoyuan to help, I am a lonely soul without death or life. I have lived in the world for many years, and I have long been accustomed to this kind of life. You should hand me over to him, he is about to fall into a state of madness, and you don't want to get into trouble."

The smear of red on his forehead formed a very strong visual impact with the black shackles on his neck, but this man didn't notice it, his eyebrows were wide and natural, and there was an extremely heavy aura from top to bottom. If the Buddha nature is shaved, he must be an eminent monk.

Fu Siqian squinted his eyes to look at him, and the eyes of the two met in the air, separated by the endless years and the world, those indifferent eyes seemed to hide extremely complicated emotions, extremely deep and deep.

Suddenly, the boy yanked the chain, the black shackles lit up a little, and the phantom of the man seemed to turn into a reality, and fell towards the boy.

Fu Siqian raised his hand to stop him, but saw the man being dragged shook his head at him, his brows were calm and his tone was compassionate: "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell."

"It's good in the world, why go to hell?"

Fu Siqian hooked his hands nonchalantly with a half-smile, and pulled the chain hanging in the air out of a curve. The sword spirit phantom fell on his back, the monk's robe tilted to one side, and flew up, revealing a slender white hand, And an empty sleeve, this man has no right arm!

Fu Siqian glanced at the black shackles on the man's neck, thought for a while, and then snapped his fingers and struck.

The man was stopped before the blow arrived. The young man stared at Fu Siqian closely with bloody eyes. His right hand was bloody and bloody, and traces of finger bones could be vaguely seen. It was obvious that Fu Siqian had received Fu Siqian's blow abruptly.

The damage caused by the blazing fire can be healed automatically, and the mana is very different. The young man staggered, and his body shrank back to its original size.

Fu Siqian had already figured it out in his mind, this young man looked scary, but he was actually a paper tiger, a bluff master.

The sky outside the shop was in full bloom, and there were shouts of hawking along the street one after another, shouting nine tunes and eighteen bends, like singing a tune, wishing to directly raise the tune to the sky.

Fu Siqian glanced outside, it was getting late, it was almost lunch time.

The man sat on the scimitar again, after the forceful pulling just now, he looked much weaker, but there was still no other expression on that face, he looked around and nodded to Fu Sigan: "Thank you, benefactor. "

The cold voice, the calm and indifferent tone, like a new snow after snow, buried everything, erased the traces of the tombstone, and started anew on the tomb.

Everything is both a beginning and an end.

Fu Siqian's eyes froze, he stared straight at the phantom behind the young man, and looked at the familiar but empty expression of indifference on the man's face.

A look of unnaturalness flashed across the young man's face, his brows were full of hostility, he stood in front of the scimitar like a beast guarding his cub, glared fiercely at Fu Siqian, and tried to block his sight with his body.

"Immortal Venerable, don't mind your own business." He gritted his teeth as he said this, as if he could hear the flesh and blood being chewed into pieces in the young man's mouth.

The paper tiger is also a tiger, and if it is really pretending, it also looks a bit brutal.

A vague sigh sounded in the air, and the man on the scimitar looked at the young man with a complicated tone: "The world is reincarnated and karmic, and there are countless blessings. I have persuaded you a long time ago. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turn back to the shore. Don't continue to do evil. Turn back!" Well, it's not worth it."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips curled up contemptuously, as if he heard something interesting, a smile trickled from the corner of his mouth to his brows, he babbled nonsense while laughing, his eyes were frighteningly red.

He stretched out his hand to touch the phantom on the scimitar, but stopped when he was about to get close, and said hoarsely: "The empty mountain is green with rain, the dew is sparse, and there is a Buddha in the dream. If you want to cross, I will turn back and meet the shore."

He looked at the phantom with gentle eyes, as if he had been through the wind and snow for a long time and suddenly met the sun, his expression was so moved that his tone was a little soft: "But the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and I can't tell where there is a shore. Me, there is no shore. I can return, but the Buddha will not let me go."

"As long as you are willing to look back, there are shores everywhere." Dao Ling lowered his eyelids and murmured softly, "Buddha does not cross you, I will cross."

The young man looked at the person above the scimitar, his face was in a daze for a moment, as if he was remembering something, and finally he closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened them again, he recovered calm.He held the scimitar tightly, hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled slyly: "My heart is like a tree with ashes, and my body is like a boat that is not tied. , like me, are you willing to cross?"

"I would like to cross you." The sword spirit had compassionate eyes and a resolute tone.

The boy suddenly lowered his face and snorted coldly: "What are you, I won't let you cross."

Dao Ling shook his head lightly, looked at Fu Siqian again, nodded and lowered his eyebrows: "I see that your majesty is extraordinary, may I ask you what you are doing here?"

Fu Siqian didn't speak, just stared at his neck, the black shackles were tightly attached to his neck, revealing a bit of almost transparent skin.

Sensing Fu Siqian's gaze, Dao Ling lowered his head, raised his hands to cover the shackles, and said calmly: "I am a lonely ghost who should have left the world a long time ago. You don't need to bother to rescue me."

Although there was something wrong with his brain, the words he said remained basically the same, and the meaning was still the same.

Fu Siqian snorted lazily: "We have nothing to do with each other, don't be sentimental, I never planned to save you. As for that stupid bastard with a painted face, I will take action against him. The reason is simple enough. Follow my way."

Dao Ling: ... Pretending to be passionate?

Boy: ...A stupid thing like a painted-faced bandit?

The young man was slightly stagnant, and he watched Fu Siqian approaching him in a daze, then walked past him slowly, lifted the curtain and walked into the back room, carefully putting the cakes on the table into the storage bracelet one by one. middle.

Juvenile: ... I co-authored me to block your way to get the pastries?

Dao Ling: ...The cakes are precious, I don't deserve them.

The shopkeeper and Xiaoer, who were tied up in a big way, were stunned by his operation, and frantically bumped their bodies against the legs of the table, trying to get his attention.

Fu Siqian did notice.

He packed up the cakes, then squatted down, took out a brocade bag from his sleeve, stuffed it into the shopkeeper's arms, and said kindly, "What's the reminder? Here, the money is here for you. This bag of money is here." It’s enough to buy all the things I’ve got, and we’ll settle the matter, understand?”

Shopkeeper: Who urged you to ask for money? !Get me out, I can give you money!

With a smile on his lips, Fu Sigan walked leisurely towards the door, stopped when he reached the machete, lifted the restraint, and returned the machete together with the sword spirit to the boy.After doing all this, he glanced at the young man's eyebrows indiscriminately, and wrote down the appearance of the flower made of black stripes.

He felt that the flower was a bit like a plum blossom.

Except the color is wrong.

Then Fu Siqian swaggered towards the door, leaving the young man and Dao Ling looking at each other. He stepped on the sharp needle on the ground, glanced at the wooden sign hanging in the shop as if pointing, and smiled lazily: "People are not things." Yes, if you want to go back, you can go back openly, this shop is good, it's better to keep it open for a long time."

After Fu Siqian left, the black lines between the young man's eyebrows faded little by little, and he slowly returned to his original handsome appearance. He didn't delay for a moment, and left in a hurry with the knife in his hand. Before leaving, he threw a golden flower bracelet on the table.

A white light flashed outside the shop, and the barrier set up before was lifted with the boy's departure.

The room was silent, and the sharp needles on the ground turned into a little incense ash, which dissipated soundlessly.