Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The earth was shattered, and there were scorched earth and ruins in sight. There were no black-striped youths, snow-colored monk robes, or stunning youths holding blue shadows.

Fu Siqian panicked for a while, sporadic fragments flashed in his mind, and before he could think about it, they disappeared suddenly, like an iceberg avalanche, burying his whole body in the soft snow from which he could not escape, without a clue.

With the long sword at his side, facing the aftermath of the explosion, he pulled out a red sword light. His wide sleeves were turned upside down, revealing a wrist kissed by the wind. soot.

"Master." A slight voice came, and in the smoke and dust, Feng Tinghan's figure swayed, and slowly fell to the ground.

Fu Siqian took the man in his arms, regardless of the fact that his body was stained with dust, he first inspected the man in his arms carefully.In an inch of space, the boy and the scimitar were nowhere to be seen. Fu Siqian looked cold and solemn, leaned over to pick up Feng Tinghan, and walked away with his sword.

The rest of the cultivators were not seriously injured. Some of them were overturned by the air waves and forgot to protect themselves when they landed. They had some bumps and bruises on their bodies. They were disheveled and looked quite embarrassed.

The forest is still shaking, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, Fu Siqian released the flying boat and left Luwei Mountain with his people first.The wind in the clouds was clear and the sun was bright, he asked everyone to rest and heal their injuries, but he returned to the room with the unconscious Feng Tinghan in his arms.

Feng Tinghan didn't wake up, Fu Siqian was a half-hearted man, he couldn't find out what kind of injury he had suffered through his pulse test, so he had to seal his hands and send a spiritual message to Jinyaoshi.Lingxun relies on spiritual power and is faster than sound transmission symbols, but it consumes a lot of energy and is not commonly used in normal times.

Fu Siqian rubbed his brows, pulled a chair and sat down by the bed, he made a mistake in his judgment, he should have let Feng Tinghan leave first, otherwise with his cultivation, he could completely suppress that inhuman young man.Fu Siqian was very upset, he accepted the honor of his master, but he didn't take responsibility, what was he thinking at that time, why did he leave Feng Tinghan there alone.

Sitting for several hours, Fu Siqian received a reply from Jin Yaoshi at dusk: too tired, fell asleep, no need to use medicine.

Fu Siqian: "..."

He described a lot of symptoms in Lingxun, but Miaoshourenxin only replied with such a few simple words?

Fu Siqian felt that Jin Yaoshi was perfunctory, and he typed out another spiritual message in his hand, and was about to call the old thing over to explain it carefully, what it means to fall asleep after being too tired.

There was a burst of heat on his wrist, and the message was interrupted. Fu Siqian was upset and just about to speak, when he saw the person lying on the bed woke up at some point.

"Where is it uncomfortable? Are you injured?" Fu Siqian subconsciously squeezed the warmth on his wrist, and pressed Feng Tinghan's hand to feel his pulse.

Feng Tinghan blinked: "I'm not injured, just a little tired."

Fu Siqian: "...Tired?"

Feng Tinghan sat up and said, "Probably it's because of mobilizing Jiu Mie to resist, it took too much energy."

Fu Siqian: "..."

Seeing Fu Sigan's strange expression, he asked again: "Master, is there any question?"

"It's okay." Fu Si dryly denied, not going to tell the stupid thing he did just now, and decisively changed the subject, "I saw you alone when I went back. What happened, what happened to the boy?"

Feng Tinghan thought for a moment, and replied: "I used Nine Destruction to trap him, but I don't know what method he used to break free, and then Merlin moved. The situation was critical at that time. I saw that he wanted to die with me, so I quickly went out Withdrew, but who knew that he was blown away by the air wave as soon as he turned around, and then met the master, but he didn't pay attention to what happened to the boy."

After he finished speaking, he paused again, and added: "The plum groves are all destroyed, and Luwei Mountain is covered in scorched earth. If that person caused such a big commotion, he probably won't be able to survive."

That young man nourished his soul with his body, his life is not long, now he is afraid that he will not live anymore because of what Feng Han said.Fu Siqian didn't get too entangled in this matter, and later led everyone to search Lu Weishan carefully, but he didn't find any trace of the boy.He was already sure that the people killed by Lu Weishan had something to do with Mei Zhiyi who came back from the dead.

Jiang Yang was in a hurry, so without further delay, Fu Siqian reported what happened in Luwei Mountain back to Wuji Mountain, and asked another disciple of Wuji Mountain who was traveling with him to stay here to hand over to the person sent by Le Zhengcheng, and then took the rest People go to Jiangyang.

Jiangyang has a lot of water. According to the news received before, evil spirits haunt the river.As soon as they arrived at the boundary of Jiangyang, the group got off the flying boat and turned to the waterway.I rented a boat from a nearby fisherman, several tails running side by side, heading all the way to Jiangyang town.

Feng Tinghan was sitting on the bow of the boat with his head bowed in silence, his face was as pale as paper, he looked like a sick beauty.

"Still dizzy? Do you want to throw up?" Fu Siqian squatted down, and put the back of his hand on Tiefeng Tinghan's face.

Since he got on the boat, Feng Tinghan had already vomited several times. He was very seasick and dizzy. After staying on the boat for a few hours, his whole body was exhausted, listless, and he spoke weakly: "Dizzy, vomiting I can't come out."

It's hard to say anything, Fu Siqian felt distressed and funny when he saw his appearance, and rubbed his hair: "It's still a day's journey by water, if you really can't bear it, find someone Yujian to take you there first also."

"No." Feng Tinghan pursed his lips and hummed, "I want to be with Master."

Fu Siqian sat down next to him, and laughed out loud: "You didn't face me with 'swords and swords' before, why are you clinging again now?"

The two were still in a cold war before, and Fu Siqian still cared about Feng Tinghan protecting the young man. He asked why, but Feng Tinghan didn't answer at that time. .

Feng Tinghan hung his head and said nothing, his hands were scratching the side of the boat, his fingernails had grown, and they drew thin marks on the wooden boat.

It was mentioned in "Supreme God Lord" that Feng Tinghan never told lies, and kept silent when he encountered a question that he really didn't want to answer. Fu Siqian saw him like this for the first time, felt helpless and funny, and grabbed his restless paw : "Don't want to tell? What secrets are you hiding?"

Feng Tinghan scratched Fu Sigan's palm, showing a sly smile: "There is no secret, how dare you keep it from Master."

Fu Siqian gave him a sideways glance at such a big man, and without saying anything, he took out a pair of small silver scissors from the storage bracelet, and cut the nails on the claw in his hand.

The afternoon sun was warm and bright, with a soft smoky yellow, falling on Fu Siqian's body. He lowered his head slightly, his side face showed a delicate luster, and he looked lazy.

This was the first time someone had cut his nails, and the emotion in Feng Tinghan's eyes was inexplicable, like the sea tides and falling snow, he slowly restrained his smile: "I have seen that little monk before."

Fu Sigan paused for a moment, did not look up, and continued with the previous action: "Really?"

"At that time he was still young, sixteen or seventeen years old." He stopped talking, as if remembering that the little monk was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy no matter in Meilin's old dream or now, "In short, it is about the same age as now, But then he was human."

After cutting one hand, Fu Siqian stroked the nail again: "Take the other hand."

Feng Tinghan obediently passed the other hand over, and briefly described: "I was young at the time, and was abducted by bad guys, and he helped me indirectly by allowing me to escape, so it probably saved my life. "

"Supreme Divine Lord" started when Feng Tinghan worshiped Zhaoyuan Xianzun as his teacher. He didn't mention his previous experience. Fu Siqian really never thought that Feng Tinghan would encounter such a thing when he was young .

Because he had received favors before, he didn't want that young man to die innocently at the beginning. Fu Siqian's pent-up anger slowly dissipated, and turned into pity for the person in front of him.Without that young man's help, Fu Siqian didn't dare to think deeply about what would happen to the young Feng Tinghan.

Putting away the small scissors after cutting the nails, Fu Siqian asked again: "How old were you at that time, and did you go home afterward?"

Feng Tinghan looked down at his hands, frowned and recalled: "About seven or eight years old."

The boat suddenly shook violently, Feng Tinghan lay on the side of the boat and retched again, Fu Sigan patted him on the back, pulled him up, and then called out Sanqiu: "The sunset on the Changhe River is very beautiful, I will take you to see it."

How could he not understand what he meant, Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes, put most of his body weight on Fu Siqian, and let him lead him to the sky.The sky is thousands of miles away, and Sanqiu shuttles through the clouds, stirring up a large cloud of mist, as if soaking clothes and brushing water, even the eyebrows and eyes are half wet.

Seeing that Feng Tinghan's face turned better, Fu Siqian flew down with his sword, thousands of miles of blue waves rippling, and saw that the calm river suddenly stirred up waves, and all the fishing boats around were thrown into the air.

In the river water, a huge black vortex suddenly appeared.

The author has something to say: Fu Bao: If you love him, cut his nails.