Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The scimitar was cold and cold, and it broke out from the plum forest, and the old man in the old dream appeared in front of him.

The corners of Fu Sigan's eyes curled up slightly. The person who came was none other than the young boy in the dim sum shop who was full of evil spirits and imprisoned his soul. Maybe he should be called "Zhiyi" now.

I don't know what has changed with the years, the innocent little monk in the plum grove, and the young man with long hair and high bunches in front of him, holding a machete, only has the same face.

Fu Siqian could tell that the person in front of him had long since lost the Buddha bone, and was neither a human nor a ghost.

The young man obviously recognized Fu Siqian, he frowned slightly, but didn't express much, he just moved his sword forward, and said arrogantly: "Merlin doesn't entertain guests, please be more acquainted."

This behavior is really not polite, some cultivators were dissatisfied, but they remembered the scene they saw just now, because of what happened to the young man, they felt more compassion and tolerance towards him, so they didn't get angry.

Qi Shuyun smiled kindly, and said with a good temper: "Master Zhiyi, right? I'll wait—"

The blade flew across like an arc, and returned to the young man's hand, leaving a thin line of blood on the side of Qi Shuyun's face. The tingling pain made Qi Shuyun forget what he was about to say, and froze in place.

"You've got the wrong person, go away."

There were faint black lines appearing between the young man's brows, Fu Siqian squinted his eyes, and just about to move, he saw Feng Tinghan walking straight forward, walking in the garden without any worries at all.

The young man had already raised the knife, but stopped when he saw Feng Tinghan's face, his eyes were filled with emotion, the black lines between his brows seemed to hide under the flesh, he remained silent, he seemed too obedient compared to before.

Fu Sigan's yell stuck in his throat, and he just remembered that Feng Tinghan was the protagonist of "Supreme Divine Lord", and couldn't help sighing in his heart, the protagonist's aura is really powerful.

A group of cultivators were still standing at the entrance of the Merlin. They didn't know what happened. They only saw Feng Tinghan raised his hand and tapped his face. Then the young man put away his scimitar, turned and walked deep into the Merlin.

Feng Tinghan waved and shouted: "Come here, let's go inside and check."

Everyone looked at each other with mixed emotions: it seems that these days, not only ghosts like good-looking people, but monks are no exception.

Qi Shuyun was even more astonished. He didn't come back to himself until everyone followed into Merlin, and reached out to touch the wound on his face.

In the depths of the plum grove is a small wooden house. Everyone spread out and searched around. The young man did not stop him, and slowly moved two wooden stools out of the house. Talking, stroking the scimitar in his hand.

Feng Tinghan rubbed his nose, and moved the wooden stool to Fu Siqian, but Fu Siqian didn't want to give way, he was really tired, and was about to sit down, but Feng Tinghan turned around neatly, and moved the stool away again .

Fu Siqian: "???"

Feng Tinghan ran into the wooden house, and after a while came out with a short pony, and presented it to Fu Siqian like a treasure: "Master, sit down."

Fu Siqian: "???"

Fu Siqian looked at the little Maza in front of him, and the little apprentice sitting on the stool obediently, and laughed angrily. He kicked the leg of the stool: "What do you mean?"

Feng Tinghan blinked innocently, stretched out his legs and hooked the pony next to him in front of him, then tugged at Fu Sigan's sleeve, and acted like a good boy: "You're tired, Master, sit down quickly."

Fu Siqian gestured to the little Maza in front of him with his eyes, and raised his chin: "You sit here."

"No, no, no, the ponytail is more comfortable, let the master sit." Feng Tinghan looked up at Fu Siqian, with a smile in his eyes, "I've been busy all the way, master, sit down, and I'll give you a shoulder squeeze."

Fu Siqian suddenly remembered an emoji: I believe you are a ghost, you are a bad old man, you are very bad.jpg.

Even though Feng Tinghan's face that harmed the country and the people was not the image of a bad old man.

Instead of following the wind and listening to Han's nonsense, Fu Sigan pinched the nape of his neck and lifted him from the stool to the pony, and then sat on the stool calmly.

Sitting as still as a mountain, bold and majestic, facing the eyes of several people, he didn't realize how naive it was to grab a stool with his apprentice.

Feng Tinghan: "..."

Fu Siqian glanced around, stretched out his hand and rubbed Feng Tinghan's head twice, remembering that this person's face made the young man change his attitude before, his heart was inexplicable, and he rubbed that head again, rubbing Feng Tinghan's The hair was messed up and the hair ties fell out.

Feng Tinghan: "..."

He suddenly felt that this person held a grudge.

Feng Tinghan's hairband is the same as Zhaoyuan Xianzun's clothes, they are all wholesale, this one is no different from the one he wore in the secret realm of the competition.

Fu Siqian caught the headband, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to comb Feng Tinghan's messy hair little by little, then tied it with the headband, and tied a beautiful bow at the end.

The cultivator next to him couldn't help laughing, Feng Tinghan couldn't understand, so he raised his hand and stroked his hair: "..."

This person is not holding grudges, he is simply super invincible and extraordinary grudges.

Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes in his heart, didn't he tie a bow to the little fox as a prank back then, what about it?

Watch out for home.

Seeing that others were staring at him, Fu Sigan raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

The first cultivator was pushed out, he smiled embarrassingly, and said dryly: "The Immortal Venerable is really ingenious."

"Pfft." Feng Tinghan bent his eyes and leaned back. The little horse was about half the height of the wooden stool. He was leaning on Fu Siqian's lap, staring at Fu Siqian's hand on his knee, and smiled arrogantly, " Master is ingenious, and when you arrive in Jiangyang, my apprentice will give you a little gadget."

Fu Siqian originally wanted to stop him, but looked at the person leaning on his lap, but couldn't speak, probably due to the lighting problem, he felt that this appearance was cold and less gorgeous, and even those peach blossom eyes Qing Lingling.

It looks tight.

By coincidence, Fu Siqian stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, scraped his eyelashes lightly on his palm, Feng Tinghan bent his lips, closed his eyes, and lay quietly on his lap.

The young man looked up and almost fell off the stool holding the scimitar. His eyes were strange, he looked at Fu Siqian carefully, and frowned again, as if he had encountered something troublesome.

Not to be outdone, Fu Siqian met the gaze of the young man, never pushed away the person leaning on his lap during the whole process, and even rubbed his fingers on Cengfeng Tinghan's cheek, faintly showing a little pride, as if he was demonstration.

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After doing all this, Fu Siqian felt inexplicably better. He has always disliked hypocrisy and submissiveness, so he directly asked the question in his heart: "You can't talk about the scimitar, but the spirit of the sword is Mei Zhiyi?"

Feng Tinghan suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and stared closely at the scimitar in the boy's hand.

The bowknot turned into a butterfly and flew away. Fu Siqian put his hands on his knees, his knuckles scratched the empty knees, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and his mood suddenly changed.

The boy's hands were clenched tightly, holding the scimitar, and he didn't speak.

Fu Siqian's eyes darkened, and his tone was aggressive: "Is it you who forcibly broke my barrier last night? Was it you who guided thousands of innocent people with the sound of wooden fish? Was it you who killed the innocent people in Lu Weishan?"

"Didn't Zhaoyuan Xianzun already know the answer, do you need me to say it again?" The young man laughed nonchalantly, "I am the one who broke the barrier, I am the one who attracted the wronged soul, and I was the one who killed and let blood."

Feng Tinghan nodded his eyes and warned, "Don't make mistakes."

The boy seemed to smile: "Do you know why I killed them? Because they broke in without authorization."

As he spoke, he kissed the scimitar softly: "I cut their necks open with the knife, and watched their blood flow, so much blood seeped into the ground, and raised this plum forest for me, with luxuriant branches and leaves in spring, In summer, the flowers bloom, how beautiful it is.”

"Since you are a monk, how can you do such a thing!"

"A Buddha's bone, willing to degenerate, is it worthy of your master's teachings?"

"Buddha is merciful. If you do such evil deeds, it is not a pity to die."

.........

This is what he has long expected.

There were black lines between the young man's brows. He stepped on the wooden stool with one foot, and smiled wickedly with his chin in his hands: "Buddha? What can Buddha do to me?"

"Looking for death." Fu Siqian waved his hand at the young man, this blow was full of anger, urgent and rushing.

The boy kissed the scimitar again, and he showed a shallow smile. When the blow came, he suddenly put away the scimitar, and quietly closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, a white shadow flashed by, and the piercing blue light scattered the blow, Feng Tinghan restrained his smile, and stood in front of the young man.

Fu Sigan's face was as sinking as water, his eyes seemed to be covered with ice, he stared at Feng Tinghan, and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

"Master, let him go." Feng Tinghan didn't move away, he just frowned, his expression was not very good, "He didn't kill him."

At this moment, his little apprentice, holding the magic weapon he refined, stood opposite him, his eyes were red with anger, a red light flashed in Fu Siqian's hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Feng Tinghan, he repeated slowly: "Step aside."

I don't know what came to mind, the dark lines between the young man's brows became more and more prominent, he stretched out his hand to pull Feng Tinghan's sleeve, but was bounced away by the sudden red light, the gust of wind lifted his robe, Fu Siqian shifted his shape, and moved between the two in an instant .

Pushing Feng Tinghan away with one hand, the immortal, as bright as the moon, seemed to be a different person, like in a dim sum shop, without hesitation pierced the young man's heart with a sword, he leaned over to the young man's ear, concentrating his voice into a line: "Don't touch him."

The young man was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant, he looked at Fu Siqian in disbelief, the majestic Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable, it was... so interesting, he smiled viciously: "The Immortal Venerable is jealous, isn't it? "

Fu Siqian's expression darkened, he drew out his long sword and stabbed forward again, before the sword hit the real place, he was held by a thin white hand.

The sword edge cut through Feng Tinghan's hand, the blood color made Fu Siqian's pupils shrink, and inexplicable emotions surged into his heart, suppressing all the anger, leaving only a sense of powerlessness, which is a very familiar feeling.

Sanqiu automatically returned to Fu Siqian's body, Feng Tinghan heaved a sigh of relief, and pulled the stunned person in front of him, Taohua's eyes glistened, he put his injured hand in front of Fu Siqian, and said with a grievance: "Master, my hand hurts."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

[Various winds are always charming]

Feng Jiaojiao: "My hand hurts."

Fu Bao: "Then who are you blaming? Get on the sword yourself."

Feng Jiaojiao: "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)"

Fu Bao: "Hey, come on, it won't hurt if Dad blows it off for you."

Feng Jiaojiao: "..."