Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

The brocade in the red tent was tossed, Fu Sigan's eyes were darkened, and he was pushed down by the person in front of him.

A gust of wind was blown up by the robe with large sleeves, which caused the candles on the table to flicker non-stop, and the ambiguous light and shadow silently sprinkled down, falling on people's bodies and faces.

Feng Tinghan was carrying the candlelight on his back, his whole face was sunken in the shadows, the amorous peach blossoms like stars could not be seen clearly, only the curved hooks raised at the end of his eyes, revealing arrogance and wanton energy.

He leaned on Fu Siqian, smiling coquettishly: "Master, a spring night is worth a thousand gold."

Like a leprechaun.

His apprentice, well-behaved and clever, looks like a little fairy who doesn't know much about the world.

Fu Siqian laughed softly, and stroked the spine with his hands from the waist up, and finally clasped the back of the neck of the person on his body, with a low and frivolous voice: "The waist is quite thin."

There was a soft laughter on the side of the ear: "Master, don't you try?"

"Try, why not try?"

A kiss with the fragrance of flowers came head-on, and the scent was as strong as the scented cloth, so strong that it was disgusting.

Fu Siqian turned over abruptly, pinched the man by the neck and pressed him on the couch, tightening his hands hard.

The candlelight illuminated the room, and Fu Siqian's expression was not happy: "Who gave you the courage to become like him?"

The smoked wind suddenly rose, and the shadow of the candle was like a ghost. The person in the wedding dress on the bed suddenly changed his appearance, and his beautiful face withered away, leaving only a pair of bones.

The wind from Fu Siqian's palm struck, shaking the white skeleton on the bed into powder.

This is a poor illusion.

Fu Siqian frowned, he didn't think the illusion would end so easily.

The wedding tent disappeared with the wind, replaced by overlapping layers of gauze, slender and slender fingers opened the curtain, followed by a grasp of long black hair.

really.

Fu Siqian took a tight breath, even though he knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't control himself to react.

It's like an instinct.

There was a cold light on the silver-white mask, the tip of his scarlet tongue licked his lower lip, and he uttered a few words slowly and lowly: "Fu Siqian."

Just like the collapse of Arakawa and Osawa, the hurricane smashed the mountains, rivers and vegetation, and the name that no one knew was read out by him, as if with deep affection.

"Feng Zhiyuan" tilted his head, and slowly opened his arms: "I miss you, give me a hug."

Fu Siqian trembled all over, and suddenly had the urge to burst into tears. He didn't understand why the surging emotion in his heart came from, it seemed that as long as he heard this person call out his name, that violent emotion would find its outlet, just like a flood. The dykes are generally poured down.

Seeing that Fu Siqian didn't move, "Feng Zhiyuan" stood up directly from the bed, the crow blue cloak on his body slowly slipped to the ground, revealing the ice blue soft underclothes, he approached step by step with bare feet, without making a sound sound.

I don't know whose heart I'm stepping on.

Fu Sigan closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart. He always hated the feeling of being out of control.

The feeling for Feng Zhiyuan was very strange, since the first time we met, he knew that this person had an extraordinary attraction to him.

Even though he knew that he would be killed by this person in the future, he still couldn't help wanting to get closer.

He didn't care before, now he has to figure out why, whatever the feeling is.

"Feng Zhiyuan" suddenly stopped, staring at Fu Siqian from a distance, his eyes were filled with emotions, and finally melted into a deep jet black, it seemed that the sadness could not be suppressed: "Why did you kill me?"

Fu Siqian suddenly remembered that in the secret realm of the competition, he once had a dream. He dreamed that he had returned to the real world. Said viciously: "You will never escape, this is what you owe me."

But when did he owe Feng Zhiyuan?

How could he have killed Feng Zhiyuan?

This is like a terrible nightmare, things are getting more and more beyond his imagination, Fu Sigan faintly feels that he seems to have forgotten something.

"Feng Zhiyuan" climbed onto his neck, raised his cold jaw slightly, exposing his fragile neck, and there was an unconcealable evil in his laughter: "Do you want to kill me again?"

Fu Siqian glanced at him coldly, and really grabbed his neck: "It's just an illusion, did I just say that you are too courageous?"

"Feng Zhiyuan" who was strangled: "..."

Flesh and flesh withered like flying flowers and fallen leaves, and the person in front of him turned into a handful of fly ash, gradually dissipating in the air.

Fu Siqian let out a long breath, with complicated and difficult emotions in his heart, like a lump in his throat.

Black clouds splashed ink, white rain danced, and the scene suddenly changed again. The hot magma was surging and rushing, like a long red river, converging and flowing under the feet.

The white-clothed and snow-haired man stood quietly, with a piece of cold iron on his wrist faintly visible in the wide-sleeved loose coat. He stared at the abyss under his feet, with a warm color reflected between his stern brows.

Fu Siqian stared at the person in front of him, and the strange familiarity made him speechless.

The man didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and he took off the cold iron wristband on his own, revealing the deep bone wound.

Then he took out a soft blade from nowhere, and mercilessly pierced the wound with such force that it almost cut off the wrist.

The man was obviously expressionless, but Fu Siqian felt a lot of sadness, like the indifference of the silence of the world, all of which was pressed on his heart.

The man put away the soft blade, and directly pulled out a golden vein from the flesh and blood of his wrist. His forehead was as pale as snow, but his wrist was the color of orangutan blood, and a long line snaked out on the white clothes.

The long golden tendons are not like those that can grow on a human body, once they are peeled off, they gradually lose their luster, turning into a soft tendon with some grayish green, which is pinched by the man in his hand.

The moonlight was hazy, this time before Fu Siqian could move, everything in front of him would disappear into nothingness.

Fu Siqian stood still, still immersed in the picture he saw just now.

Most of the hallucinations are to trap people who enter the country, but the illusion just now does not seem to trap him, but more like a hint.

Looking at Feng Tinghan under the moonlight, it was almost like a dream: "Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The door of the wooden house was wide open, and there was a high platform in the courtyard at some time, with grass and trees criss-crossing, forming countless steps.

Looking upwards, there was a thin man kneeling on the high platform. He bent down with his back facing the steps, his back bent into a deep arc.

It seemed that there was still a goblin-like figure in front of him, so Fu Siqian calmed down and took the lead to go up the steps.

Feng Tinghan looked thoughtfully at the person walking away, a blue flame burst out in his palm, and burned the cloth strip he was holding into ashes.

The high platform was simple and desolate, and the kneeling man turned his head, revealing a face that looked like a ghost.His eye sockets were sunken, and two tears of blood flowed down slowly. Half of his face had been rotten. Next to his left eye grew a deep red flower, nourished by flesh and blood, as red as if soaked in blood.

There was a corpse in front of the man, it was a female corpse, and there was also a flower growing on her face, but the flower was born in the right eye.

These two people are dressed in plain clothes, with intricate embroidery patterns on the skirts, and if you look closely, they look a little familiar.

The more Fu Siqian looked at it, the more startled he became. Except for the different colors, the clothes worn by the two were the same as the wedding clothes worn by him and Feng Tinghan.

The man tilted his head and showed a satisfied smile: "The two young masters are really good."

Fu Siqian frowned: "Wen Rong?"

Wen Rong lowered his head and kissed the female corpse, then stood up, and nodded slightly to Fu Siqian: "Is this "mistake from the rich family", young master, satisfied? "

He smiled softly, and with that face, it only looked weird, neither human nor ghost.

He stood up, revealing his skinny hands between the slant of his robes, his tan skin shrank and stuck tightly to his bones, as if his flesh and blood had been sucked dry.

Fu Sigan was disgusted for a while, wishing to cremate him and the female corpse for free.

"What is the connection between Jiangyang Xiechong and you?"

"That's not evil." He raised his hand to touch the flower on his face, smiling like he was about to twitch in the next second, "Isn't it cute? How cute."

Yintang was still black just now, but now he might have become a walking dead.

Still a walking dead with below average looks.

Fu Sigan secretly slandered, and tried to put on airs to force him to ask: "Is Jiangyang evil related to you?"

Wen Rong turned a deaf ear to it, and only whispered softly: "Once you fall in love, the door is as deep as the sea. Love has been empty since ancient times, and there is no hatred left. Long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, who knows..."

The bloody moon was like a pan, and there was a gust of evil wind under the high platform. Thick vines wrapped around the pillars and rushed upwards crazily. At the same time, there was a strong rotten smell, the same smell as the stumps dug out in the river.

Fu Siqian wanted to summon Sanqiu, but something went wrong, and he couldn't feel any spiritual power in his body.

Countless vines twitched and rushed towards him, Fu Sigan's heart tightened, and a blue shadow suddenly exploded beside his ear, splitting the vines that hit him in two.

With an arm around his waist, touching the familiar temperature, Fu Siqian let Feng Tinghan take him back with peace of mind.

Fu Siqian turned his face slightly and saw Feng Tinghan's peach blossom eyes with a smile.In the corner of the eye, the shadow of the whip crisscrossed, and the cyan light was like a curved blade of a willow leaf, flying in the air, cutting the vine into countless sections.

The long night is hard to see, and the full moon is like blood.

All the vines died under the Nine Exterminations, Wen Rong's canthus was shattered, and he rushed up with strange screams.His body was like a punctured balloon, and even the bones began to shrink. Only the flower on his face, as if it had absorbed enough nutrients, bloomed more and more.

Feng Tinghan squinted his eyes, knocked Wen Rong to the ground with a sweep of the whip, and scoffed unceremoniously: "You think you can trap us like this?"

"Why haven't you changed, why! It shouldn't be like this, obviously it shouldn't be like this!" Wen Rong screamed sharply, with complicated spells on the white robe, he crawled towards the female corpse beside him, grabbed the corner of her clothes and let out a loud voice Crying loudly, "Liu Hua... Liu Hua..."

This female corpse turned out to be Wen Liuhua, the daughter of the Wen family and Wen Rong's wife.

The tingling pain spread from the heart, as if the bones were being peeled off, Fu Siqian's eyes went dark, and he fell directly into Feng Tinghan's arms.

I saw circles of mantras floating on his crimson clothes, just like Wen Rong.