Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Wuji Mountain has an iron law: do not kill unarmed and innocent people.

Fu Siqian tapped his toes, put away his sword and hid behind Yan Junxing: "Quickly take out some more ropes and tie them up."

"I'm the golden thread!" Yan Junxing roared while holding the ghost.

Still talking nonsense at the critical moment, Fu Siqian rolled his eyes and repeated in a good temper: "Quickly take out a few more gold wires and tie them up."

Yan Junxing rubbed his nose and said resentfully: "Golden silk and even treasures are rare in the world. I only have one golden thread."

There was a weird laugh of grinding teeth and sucking blood, and Fu Siqian looked at the sound. The succubus bound by the golden thread had turned into a grimace, and two clusters of faint green ghost fires were burning in the eye sockets, as if mocking him just now. Fu Sigan was so angry that he almost kicked Yan Junxing.

These villagers only temporarily lost consciousness and were in a state of dying. They were manipulated by the ghost to pounce on them. The two of them were afraid of hurting innocent people and did not use magic weapons. They could only carefully cut the back of the villagers' necks during the evasion process. Put people on the ground.

There was nowhere to go in the house, so Fu Siqian turned a corner, opened the locked door with a sword, and was about to rush out when he suddenly stopped.

Yan Junxing was still reluctant to give up on the ghost, and hurriedly followed up with the golden thread: "Why are you standing there, why don't you come out—"

I saw a dense crowd of people standing outside the split door, spreading from upstairs to downstairs, at a glance, they were all heads, headed by the mother-in-law who led them upstairs, pouring into the room like a tide.

Yan Junxing turned around and ran in, scolding the little golden man on his shoulder as he ran: "The village is not big, but there are quite a few people. The guardian spirit is in charge of the local welfare. Don't you know how to control the number of people?"

The villain spread his hands: "They are not living people, how can I control them?"

Fu Siqian and Yan Junxing stopped at the same time, and looked down at the ground together. Whether it was a skirt or a bunt, there was a distance from the ground. They were indeed not living people, and they had no feet.

After a long time of trouble, it turned out to be a nest of dead people.

Fu Siqian slapped the villain who didn't know about it, and in front of Hengjian, he quickly formed a seal with one hand, and made a point on the edge of the sword. In an instant, the red light shot up into the sky, burning away the ghosts that continuously poured up from the building.

Yan Junxing shook his head, tsk-tsk: "It's too cruel, look at the fire, the head is gone, but the arms and legs are still there."

"Why, do you want to try?" Fu Siqian waved his backhand, and the tip of the sword landed firmly on Yan Junxing's neck, "Do you want to hurry up or take your time?"

The long sword that drank blood was full of hostility, and it seemed that it could feel the stinging killing intent when it touched the neck, which aroused Yan Junxing's hairs to explode, and hurriedly backed away: "You say you, shut up and come out, temper How did it become so bad, you can do it before you can say a few words."

Fu Siqian froze, and glanced at him lightly: "Really?"

Yan Junxing nodded: "It used to be like a boring gourd, unable to type a word after three slaps, but now it's like a firecracker, you don't even need to light it, you can blow it up by yourself."

"You said before, what magical effect does a ghost have?" Fu Siqian asked suddenly.

When it comes to the aspects he is interested in, Yan Jun is elated and talks eloquently: "The ghost can be refined into a puppet. Once it succeeds, it can use the desires in people's hearts to create illusions, including all the things that happened in the illusion. It can be reproduced one by one. .”

He thought of another thing while talking, and smiled ambiguously: "When I finish the practice, I will record what happened in the room into the jade slip and give it to you, so that you can cherish the heart-wrenching memory of "See no evil."

Fu Siqian raised the corners of his lips, as if the frozen snow had just thawed, and smiled softly: "Really?"

The words got stuck in his throat, Yan Junxing was not in a good mood, just about to drag the golden wire to go a little farther, when he saw a flame rushing straight behind him.A huge curtain of fire opened behind him, he turned around stiffly, and saw the flames rushing to the beam height, and at some point, the ghost had inflated two or three times.

Fu Siqian scolded coldly: "I just want to spy on other people's thoughts all day long. If I slow down a moment, your head will be swallowed by ghosts."

Yan Junxing imagined the scene for a while, couldn't help shaking, suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "Hey, wait!"

Three autumns are blazing fires to overcome evil spirits and destroy ghosts and gods.

Once it is burned, it will not die until it is completely burned.

Ren Yanjun jumped up and down and screamed again and again, the blazing fire did not stop, and when the ghost was burned to ashes, he held the golden silk rope that was also burnt black, and cried without tears: "You pay me magic weapon!"

Once the ghost died, all the ghosts flooding into the room dissipated, and the little guardian spirit became more and more golden, holding Fu Sigan's trouser legs, and laughed crisply: "It deserves it."

"..." Yan Junxing was relentless, "Zhaoyuan, look at this—"

Fu Siqian looked around, his eyebrows tightened suddenly, and he interrupted Yan Junxing: "The ghost is dead, why hasn't this building disappeared?"

Doubt came to mind, Yan Junxing's complexion sank, his eyes were lightly closed, and when he opened his eyes, there was a dim light in them. He scanned the surroundings, his eyes stayed on the bed behind the screen, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Since your Excellency has revealed something, why don't you show it?" See you in person."

The contemptuous voice was wrapped in a smile, and a silver mask appeared in front of the two of them. This time, the man was wearing a blue cloak, and he moved to the table in an instant, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea slowly. Push it, and the teacup hits Fu Siqian.

A leaf floated in the clear tea, and Fu Siqian held the teacup and looked at the man's blood-stained lips: "Thank you."

The little golden man ran to the table with short legs, rubbed against the blue cloak flatteringly, shook his head and said affectionately: "The moonlight is so beautiful, let's share it with you."

Fu Siqian tightened his hand holding the teacup, and turned his head silently, a touch of scarlet crept up on the side of his ear. The villain took his spiritual power as his soul, and guarded the aura here as his god. All the actions he made, at least All with three points of his thoughts.

The man hooked his lips, and looked at Fu Siqian with a half-smile: "I forgot to say, the moonlight is very beautiful."

Fu Siqian calmed down and looked back calmly: "Does your presence here have something to do with the disappearance of the villagers of Wugou City?"

"If you talk about the relationship, there is a little bit." He smiled, pointed to the roof and said softly, "Speaking of which, I have helped you."

He was the one who co-authored that the roof was lifted!

Fu Siqian thought for a moment, then asked in a deep voice, "Why do you help us?"

There was an indescribable nobleness about that man, he held up the corner of his clothes and shook the guardian spirit, half out of helplessness and half out of interest: "I thought you would keep asking who I am."

Fu Sigan took a sip of his tea, raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Will you answer if I ask you?"

A sound transmission talisman suddenly appeared in the air, it was the cloud-piercing and mist-piercing talisman sent by Yunbuwen, the silver-white mask glowed coldly, the man propped his jaw and said softly: "You should leave."

Before Fu Siqian could react, the scene changed around him. The sky just broke through, and the long street disappeared like a mirage.

They returned to the dilapidated courtyard outside Wugou City.

Fu Siqian rubbed his eyebrows, and pushed Yan Junxing who was leaning on his shoulder aside: "It's dawn, get up quickly."

Yan Junxing opened his eyes in a daze, with a ghostly expression on his face: "Are we out?"

Fu Siqian was confused by his question: "Otherwise?"

Yan Junxing rubbed the carved cloud fan with a strange expression: "Don't tell me you don't know where we went? Who was that person just now?"

"Didn't you follow the guardian spirit to find the villagers? As for that person, how do I know who he is?" Fu Siqian found that there was a small bead in his hand, and he looked for a long time without seeing anything, "What is this?"

Yan Junxing glanced at it and said calmly, "Mustard Seed Realm."

!!!

Yan Junxing's face was full of astonishment: "He actually gave you the mustard seed realm!"

When Yun Buwen brought someone here, he happened to see Yan Junxing's shocked face. He just wanted to express his condolences when he saw the thing in Fu Siqian's hand. His face was full of astonishment, and he coughed continuously, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs: " Cough cough, Immortal Venerable sees it, cough cough... who is it?"

Why both of them seem to have seen a ghost, Fu Siqian played with the things in his hands, wondering, which one is that one, why should he be so surprised...! ! !

that one!

In the blink of an eye, a name came to mind: "Feng Zhiyuan?"

Yan Junxing gave him a look: You finally reacted.

"That man wearing a silver-white mask, only half of his face exposed, and covered in crows, is Feng Zhiyuan?" Fu Siqian was so shocked that he almost threw the things in his hands.

Yan Junxing had a complicated expression on his face: "My idea is how can you flirt with someone without changing your face. It turns out that you don't know who he is at all."

Fu Siqian recalled the tragedy of Zhaoyuan Xianzun being killed by Feng Zhiyuan in "Supreme God Lord", and his heart stopped immediately, and he corrected him expressionlessly: "It's not flirting."

Yun Buwen coughed for a long while, and was very weak at this moment, being supported by others, he said intermittently: "Since I can get the mustard seed state of the Demon Lord, I think the journey of the Immortal Lord is quite smooth, Yun Mou first said something for the people of Wugou City Thanks."

"I live up to the entrustment of Pavilion Master Yun." Yan Junxing asked Fu Siqian to inject spiritual power into the bead, watched countless light spots flying out from there, and said carefully, "The people in the village should be led by the ghost into the small world set by the demon king , we stumbled into it by mistake, and the aftermath will not be announced for the time being, but we finally brought the villagers back safely."

As he said that, he glanced at the silent Fu Siqian, and smiled gently: "I'm innocent and I'm guilty. Although we're not afraid of trouble, we don't want to add trouble, and I hope Pavilion Master Yun will keep this matter a secret."

Linglong's mind was clear, Yun Buwen nodded, and then left without further words, leading the people.

Yan Junxing held the burnt gold thread, looked enviously at the mustard seed in Fu Siqian's hand, and asked sourly, "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Siqian stared at the sky light in the distance, and sighed softly: "The devil is very beautiful."

Yan Junxing: "..."

How dare you say you're not flirting!