Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

It has to be said that Feng Tinghan's face had a great advantage. When he pursed his mouth and put on a pitiful look, almost no one could refuse.

Fu Siqian was naturally no exception. He held the white wrist in front of him, carefully avoiding the wound. The skin in his hand was delicate and warm. When he realized it, he had already led people into the wooden house, and even laid a barrier.

Feng Tinghan raised his eyebrows, and when he saw Fu Siqian looking over, he immediately lowered his head and let out a soft hiss, his eyes were red, he looked like a wronged puppy, as pitiful as he could be.

The inexplicable emotions in his heart were temporarily suppressed, Fu Siqian remained silent with a cold face, took out the wound medicine from the storage bracelet, squeezed Feng Tinghan's fingertips, and sprinkled it up little by little, although he was angry in his heart, his movements Total tenderness.

There were traces of living in the cabin, and there was a plate of rice cakes on the table next to it, Feng Tinghan reached out to grab a piece, but the moment he touched it, the white rice cakes turned into fly ash.

Feng Tinghan pretended to be surprised and said: "Master, look, this is actually a trick."

Fu Siqian raised his eyelids and looked at it, then lowered his head without saying anything, and squeezed the hand that had finished the medicine to look at it.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, Feng Tinghan secretly went to look at the person in front of him, there was no pity and anger as expected, only a coldness that couldn't be resolved, his heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly rubbed Fu Sigan's hand with his fingertips, testing He opened his mouth: "Master?"

Fu Siqian still didn't respond, but let go of the hand that was pinching his fingertips, closed the barrier, turned and walked out.

Even when the two were angry and fighting coldly, Fu Siqian never treated him with such an expression. Feng Tinghan realized one thing belatedly: his master was angry, very angry.

This shocked Feng Tinghan. At the same time, he felt a subtle sense of satisfaction. This kind of satisfaction was incredible. Although he didn't know why, but because Fu Siqian was angry, no one could make Leng feel cold. Only he can do this to the affectionate Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable. This knowledge makes him happy. If he didn't want to smooth the fur of the angry little fox now, he would definitely laugh outright.

Feng Tinghan took Fu Siqian's hand, shook it slightly a few times, rested his forehead on his shoulder, and softened his tone: "Master, don't ignore me."

Fu Siqian wanted to shake off his hand, and he shook it lightly twice. It was basically the same as shaking his hand. Naturally, he didn't shake off, but Feng Tinghan clenched it a little more. Fu Siqian thought that the free hand warmer would not be used. It's useless, it's comfortable to hold it so warmly, so I let him go.

"Master, are you angry?" Seeing that he still didn't speak, Feng Tinghan rubbed his shoulder again, acting like a rascal, "Master, stop being angry, okay?"

Fu Siqian didn't speak, Feng Tinghan could only tentatively guess what he was thinking, and stop after saying a word to see his reaction.

"I didn't mean to block Sanqiu on purpose, I didn't mean not to listen to Master's words, and I didn't want to fight against Master."

"My hand is not too badly injured. Master's medicine is really good. I don't feel any pain now."

"That young man is not a murderer. I have some thoughts about Lu Weishan's change. Master, do you want to listen? That man wanted to take all the blame on himself, but he gave up resistance at a critical moment when he was aggressive. He obviously knew something. , he is protecting the real murderer."

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He talked for a long time, but he still didn't get half a look. Finally, he couldn't help but sighed: "Master, what can you do to stop being angry? Tell me, okay?"

Feng Tinghan leaned on Fu Siqian's shoulder from behind, couldn't see his expression, only heard a very soft, hoarse voice, and slowly uttered a few words: "Why?"

Why are you standing opposite me for that little monk who is neither human nor ghost?Why do you protect him even when you hurt yourself?Even if he is not the murderer, he is inextricably linked with the murderer, so why?

Fu Siqian's voice sounded very sad. As soon as Feng Tinghan's explanation came to his lips, a strong pain arose in his heart. He thought of that windy night and his hand that was avoided, but he didn't answer this question after all.

Emotions in the world are extremely hypocritical. If you can be nice to you today, you will be able to scream and kill tomorrow. What the world likes is always the skin.

Fu Siqian felt a little wronged for no reason, he didn't want to and didn't dare to delve into his unreasonable emotions, so he just broke away from Feng Tinghan's hand and left the cabin first.

Coming out of the wooden house, the atmosphere between the two of them became strange. They were inseparable at first, but now they spontaneously separated a few practitioners, as if they were avoiding each other.

The young man still looked indifferent, staring at the scimitar in his hand intently, no matter what Qi Shuyun and the others asked, they didn't respond, and they didn't get in.

Fu Siqian snorted coldly, his brows were full of impatience, no matter whether the young man was the murderer who killed the people, the strange disaster in Lu Weishan could not be separated from him, he wanted to protect the murderer, and no one else could stop him.

"Sanqiu can't hurt you, do you really think that this deity can't do anything about you?" Fu Siqian curled his lips again, thinking of something, "You have stripped off all the Buddha's bones, and you have tried your best to bear all the guilt and let this deity Guess, the sword spirit has not appeared today, it must be hidden by you."

He was already alert, so if Feng Tinghan could notice it, he would naturally not ignore it. Just now he was emotionally upset, but now he understood the key point after a little thought.

"It's not difficult to imprison the demon's soul in the scimitar, but Namei knows that her spirit body is gone and shouldn't exist in the world. How did you keep him?"

Everyone didn't know about the sword spirit at all. Hearing Fu Siqian's words at this moment, they felt confused, but these words were indeed effective. The silent young man stared at Fu Siqian, his whole body was surrounded by black air, as if In the next second, it will pounce on him and kill him.

Fu Siqian didn't care what happened to the young man, and secretly glanced at Feng Tinghan. He wanted to see if Feng Tinghan would still protect this man at this point.The result was beyond his expectation, it was quite different from before, Feng Tinghan seemed to be a different person, watching the play with great interest.

Fu Siqian asked himself that he was not a patient person. Seeing that the young man still did not let go, the coercion suddenly came out, and he snatched the scimitar from the air, completely ignoring the young man's soaring hostility, and pointed his fingertips on the scimitar.A stream of light as bright as clouds poured out from the edge of the blade, forming a phantom like snow, it was none other than Mei Zhiyi in the snow-colored monk's robe in the old dream image.

He was not born like a demon, but now he has become a sword spirit, contaminated with the coldness of the scimitar, more like a cultivator out of dust.He was sealed in the knife by the young man, completely unaware of what happened to the other party, sitting on the edge of the knife, slightly nodded at Fu Siqian: "Thank you, benefactor."

"You don't remember me?"

Although this is an interrogative sentence, Fu Siqian is very sure. He still had some doubts in the pastry shop, but now he knows it in his heart.The Buddha bones lost by the little monk were probably used to exchange Mei Zhiyi's soul.

Thinking of this, Fu Siqian felt that this young man was really pitiful.

The black lines between the young man's eyebrows couldn't be suppressed any longer, they spread gradually, and that coquettish plum blossom hooked at the corner of his eyes like a cloudy tear.

"You exchanged his soul with a body of Buddha bones. The chains I saw before were actually—"

"Nonsense!" The young man interrupted Fu Siqian, holding his wrist, tightly suppressing the chain, with an almost pleading expression on his face, "I killed the man, you will wait for Lu Weishan's people." To seek justice, you can take my life as much as you want, why should you press so hard!"

Qi Shuyun frowned: "We never forced you, didn't you always refuse to cooperate?"

Fu Siqian manipulated the scimitar to avoid the young man, and suppressed the evil spirit all over his body: "Who killed the person, I have my own judgment. If it is found out that it was you, even if you want to escape, I will also crush you to ashes." , but if it wasn't for you, you wouldn't be able to protect the murderer."

As Fu Siqian spoke, he forced out the black shackles on Mei Zhiyi's neck, and tried to inject a spiritual force into it. As expected, all the spiritual power gathered on the phantom along the chain.

This black shackle necklace is not used to imprison Mei Zhiyi's soul, but to nourish her soul. To reunite the spirit body, one must pay an equal or even heavier price, such as Buddha bones, such as the soul.

This kind of method of changing fate against the sky is evil and uncontrollable, and the repaired spirit body cannot be restored to its original state. The inexplicable disappearance of Mei Zhiyi's memory is the best proof, and Zhiyi who grew up in a Buddhist temple is absolutely impossible. With access to this method, someone is secretly guiding it all.

Fu Siqian's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "Being a demon and falling into a Buddha, nourishing your soul with your body, who taught you to do this?"

The young man's canthus was completely cracked, and black lines stretched across his entire face. He was enveloped in black energy. He forcibly broke free from Fu Siqian's restraint, took back the scimitar by means of chains, and slashed at Fu Siqian: "Since the Immortal Venerable is aggressive, then Stay with me today."

This blow was swung away before it touched the corner of Fu Siqian's clothes, the blue shadow tore through the air, Feng Tinghan stood with his whip in his hand, and made a bold move, blocking Fu Siqian's body.

The boy sternly shouted: "Get out of the way, or I will kill you together."

"You lost the Buddha's bone and the name 'Zhiyi'. You chose a dead end. I thought I gave you a chance to defend yourself. Now it seems that I am being sentimental." Feng Tinghan sneered , "If you want to die with my master, you are not worthy."

Fu Sigan slowly loosened his hands in the sleeves, and the red light fell into his palms. He didn't need someone to protect him, but if someone protected him, it would be fine.

The young man's expression was ruthless, and Merlin was inextricably linked with him, and he was affected. Suddenly, the situation changed, the ground shook, and it seemed that a violent storm was about to strike.

"Master, take them away."

After saying that, Feng Tinghan went forward to meet him, holding Jiu Mie and chopping down nearly a hundred paths, the blue light intersected and intersected, forming a huge cage, trapping the young man in it.

Fu Siqian didn't mind Feng Tinghan's self-assessment, with Jiu Mie at his side, Feng Tinghan would not suffer, so without delay, he should fly out with everyone.

The blue light intertwined with the black air, and a loud noise suddenly erupted from behind. The strong fluctuations swayed from the center, and the entire plum grove was turned into powder, and even the cultivators next to it were thrown out.

Fu Siqian turned his head in mid-air, his robe was rattled by the strong wind, and he was razed to the ground behind him, leaving only ruins.

On the ruins, there is no one.