Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Circles of incantations floated on the crimson costume, and almost transparent thin light emanated from Fu Siqian's body, condensing into a phantom in mid-air.

Feng Tinghan stared at the very faint red between his brows, hesitantly called out: "Master, is that you?"

The phantom opened his eyes, his eyes were frosty, he glanced at the person in Feng Tinghan's arms, and then at Wen Rong who was not far away, and instantly came to a conclusion: "I'm out of body, this should be A sorcery related to taking homes."

Putting his body in his arms on the side of the high platform, Feng Tinghan frowned slightly, thinking about something.

Obviously both of them have changed to "Big Men Mistakes", but Feng Tinghan didn't lose his mind.

Could it be that the protagonist's halo is so powerful, and he is immune to physical damage?

Jealousy separates hostage walls.

With knee-length hair and a strand of hair scattered between the sleeves, Fu Siqian asked cautiously, "Look at me, has something changed?"

Feng Tinghan blinked, and asked without answering, "What change?"

Judging from Feng Tinghan's reaction, his appearance should not have changed, Fu Siqian secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing, I suddenly found that my hair has grown longer."

"The soul is different from the body shape, and it's normal to have a slight difference." Feng Tinghan smiled softly, "Besides, Master's soul is very beautiful."

nice?

Is the hair more beautiful?

Fu Siqian only took it as a conditioned reflex from reading too many books, and didn't realize at all how abrupt it is to describe a man with "beautiful".

Not far away, Wen Rong threw himself on Wen Liuhua's corpse. His withered body overflowed with white light, and his soul condensed into a ghostly shadow that was about to disperse. Being pulled by the spell of "Zhu Men Mistake", he slowly Float towards Fu Siqian's body.

Feng Tinghan flicked his long whip, his eyes were full of disdain: "What a joke, mere mortals also want to occupy the body of the immortal?"

Wen Rong's body has been sucked dry by the evil flower, and even his soul is very chaotic, hanging in the air in a daze, unable to understand what Feng Tinghan is saying.

Fu Siqian pondered for a while, and ordered Feng Tinghan to temporarily detain Wen Rong's soul. He floated to Wen Liuhua's body and looked at the flowers blooming on her face.

It was a flower with six petals, the vermilion petals were bent outwards, the tips hung down to the skin, the stamens in the middle were white, thicker than ordinary stamens, and trembled slightly by the wind.

After Feng Tinghan cleaned up Wen Rong, he came to squat with Fu Siqian, he picked up a branch from the side, and picked the flowers on Wen Liuhua's face.

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "What do you see?"

Feng Tinghan looked disgusted: "It's too disgusting, did Master see something wrong?"

Although he didn't see it, wouldn't it be embarrassing to say that he didn't see it?

Fu Siqian pretended to be profound and said: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

"..." Don't let the ghost out, Feng Tinghan rolled his eyes in his heart, "Before the vines attacked, why didn't Master summon Sanqiu?"

Mentioning this matter, Fu Siqian started to have a headache again: "My spiritual power seems to be sealed."

Feng Tinghan was not very surprised, he seemed to have guessed the answer long ago, he just nodded after hearing the words: "Then what should we do now, does Master have any ideas?"

Fu Siqian calmly said: "It's simple. As the saying goes, it's a small thing to call out the soul, a big thing to dig the grave, and it's okay to go around the hell."

Feng Tinghan: "..." There is no such common saying, okay?

"Master, do you want to recruit a literary soul?" Feng Tinghan laughed dryly, "Master's interests are really unique."

It is inconvenient for the soul to use spiritual power, so Fu Siqian taught Feng Tinghan to draw the soul-calling seal in the air step by step.

Feng Tinghan looked at the pale golden mark floating in the air, and then at the calm person beside him, with a dark look in his eyes: "Master really knows a lot."

The soul-calling seal is an ancient secret technique. It is said that it has been lost for many years. Nowadays, spells are often used to summon souls. This soul-calling seal is really rare.

Fu Sigan didn't know about these things. As soon as he thought of the soul-calling seal, the method of forming the seal automatically appeared in his mind. He didn't think too much about it when he heard Feng Tinghan's words, and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I will teach you in the future."

Feng Tinghan was silent for a moment, and responded with a smile.

Not long after the summoning seal was formed, a soul slowly appeared in the field of vision. It was a woman about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a jacket skirt with a circle of soft fluff on the collar.

After a person dies, the soul will remain at the age at the time of death. The woman is delicate and cute, with baby fat on her face that hasn't faded. When she saw Feng Tinghan, she was stunned and looked at him curiously.

"Wen Liuhua, how did you die?" Fu Siqian floated in front of her and asked directly.

As if Wen Liuhua didn't see him, he just stared at Feng Tinghan and asked curiously, "You are so pretty, are you a fairy?"

Fu Siqian: "..."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

"Brother Immortal, what's your name?" The little girl squatted down halfway, blinking her eyes, "I'm a young lady from Jiangyang Wen's family, and my name is Wen Liuhua. Would you please come to my house as a guest?"

Fu Siqian looked at Feng Tinghan expressionlessly, and smiled coldly: "Brother Immortal is really a blue-faced disaster."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

Seeing that Brother Shenxian didn't respond, Wen Liuhua moved closer, her thin soul floated above her corpse, and almost had an intimate face-to-face with Fu Siqian's spirit: "Brother Fairy? Are you dumb?"

Feng Tinghan gently raised his hand, pushed her away a little, then turned his head to look at Fu Siqian, and said seriously: "Master, stay closer to me, so as not to be bumped into."

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, the displeasure just now was swept away, and he floated beside Feng Tinghan happily, his tone could not conceal his complacency: "You are so big, and you are still clingy, I want Master to leave you Come closer, to put it bluntly, don’t you know that the more you make excuses, the more you want to cover up?”

Feng Tinghan: "..."

Feng Tinghan silently recited "Respect the teacher, respect the way, care for the idiot" several times in his heart, before resisting the urge to drive this unlucky thing back to the corpse.

He turned to look at Wen Liuhua, and asked in a deep voice: "Miss Wen, I am a cultivator of Wuji Mountain, and I called you here this time to investigate about Jiangyang's evil, which concerns the lives of many people. I hope you can tell me what you know."

Wen Liuhua thought for a while with his chin in his hands, and nodded solemnly: "Although I can't understand what Brother Shenxian said, I can answer your question, but Brother Shenxian, can you tell me why you talked to the air just now? How silly ah."

The silly Feng Tinghan: "..."

"Pfft." Fu Siqian pretended to turn his head away.

Do you think I didn't know you were smiling at first?

Feng Tinghan looked indifferent, he pointed to Fu Siqian at the side, and asked, "What is this?"

"There's nothing." Wen Liuhua looked puzzled, suddenly remembered something, and rushed to Feng Tinghan's side in a hurry, "Brother Immortal, could it be that there is a ghost there? Were you talking to a ghost just now?"

You are a ghost yourself, are you still afraid of ghosts?

Wen Liuhua is so brainless, he probably doesn't know much. Thinking of this, Fu Siqian sighed faintly.

Feng Tinghan's expression didn't change and his heart beat: "Yes, I'm talking to a ghost, don't look at him, he will bite people."

Fu Siqian, who suddenly turned into a ghost and could bite people: "..."

Wen Liuhua nodded hesitantly, and really didn't look in that direction again, just stared at Feng Tinghan wholeheartedly, motionless, like a well-behaved puppet doll.

Feng Tinghan asked the first question: "How did you die?"

Wen Liuhua was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly puzzled: "Brother Immortal, I am not dead."

Feng Tinghan glanced at Fu Siqian from the corner of his eye, and saw the man subconsciously looking towards him, he was very upset, and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

"Brother Immortal, you have a really nice smile." Wen Liuhua had round almond eyes, looking innocent and cute, "But why are you smiling at the ghost, aren't you afraid that he will bite you?"

Feng Tinghan: "He won't bite me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a phantom floating by, with a head on his wrist.

Soul bite is indeed similar to a ghost, you can't feel it, but it looks very weird!

Feng Tinghan's head exploded with a buzzing sound: "..."

What kind of flags are erected randomly? I don’t know if the face slap comes too fast, like a tornado?

Fu Siqian taught earnestly: "You must not be blindly confident in what you say and do."

After repeating "respect the teacher, respect the way, and care for idiots" several times, Feng Tinghan decided to vent his anger on the source of everything. He moved Wen Rong's body away, and said to Wen Liuhua almost heartlessly: "You are already dead. Now, look down, it's your body."

The little girl trembled all over, and after struggling for a long time, she slowly lowered her head. As soon as she saw the corpse on the ground, she fell back in fright.

The light-colored soul trembled violently in the air, and it took a while for her to regain her composure. She raised her head helplessly, and her almond eyes were full of confusion: "Brother Immortal, am I dead? Why did my face become like that?"

It can be seen from the soul that Wen Liuhua is very beautiful, with almond eyes and a round face, petite and cute, and a pair of dimples can be seen faintly when he smiles with his cheeks on his hands.

But her body is the same as Wen Rong's, with sinister flowers entangled on her rotten face, sucking her flesh and blood all the time, her right eye has been destroyed by the roots of the flowers, and a little yellow and white pus that is about to dry up can be vaguely seen.

No comparison, no harm, Fu Siqian silently moved his eyes away.

Feng Tinghan's face was like still water, word by word slowly and firmly, spreading out the unacceptable truth in front of her: "You are already dead, according to the body's estimation, you should have been dead for several years, do you remember Wen Rong? "

"Wen Rong? Brother Rong..." As if remembering something happy, Wen Liuhua smiled sweetly, "Brother Rong said he would give me a gift, which is the most precious and important thing in the world."

The man's mouth is deceitful, Fu Siqian glanced at Feng Tinghan, this man said in Luwei Mountain that he would give himself a gadget, but he hasn't seen the shadow yet.

"Do you remember what gift Wen Rong gave you?"

"Yeah, what gift did Brother Rong give me?" Wen Liuhua looked at the corpse under him, his eyes full of doubts, "I don't remember, why don't I remember? Where is Brother Rong, where is Brother Rong? I want to honor my brother."

Wen Liuhua squatted down with his head in his arms, Feng Tinghan frowned slightly, and covered Wen Liuhua's head from the air.

Wisps of spiritual power flowed from his hands, gradually turning into slender chains, reaching into Wen Liuhua's soul.

After a while, Feng Tinghan raised his hand abruptly, and pulled out the chain and the other end together.

It was a long needle as thin as a hair, nearly ten centimeters long, and it was still emitting black gas after it was pulled out from the soul.

A trace of disgust flashed in Feng Tinghan's eyes, and the strong spiritual power directly crushed the long needle.

Wen Liuhua's clear eyes were suddenly filled with hatred, and he rushed towards Wen Rong's body, and roared fiercely: "Wen Rong, Wen Rong is a despicable villain, shameless... I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!" .”

Unlike the little girl who was just now Jiaojiao Nunuuo shouting to find Brother Rong, Wen Liuhua's soul was full of resentment at this time, wishing to drag her Brother Rong to hell with her, this hatred was so strong that it was called a ghost Not too much.

A real ghost would not let him go, such a face-changing show, Fu Siqian could not wait to applaud this Miss Wen, if she had a body, she might be able to bite off a piece of flesh from that corpse.

Feng Tinghan lifted Wen Liuhua up with his spiritual power: "What did Wen Rong do? Didn't you call him Brother Rong?"

"He's not worthy, he's a rotten beast! My father kindly adopted him, but he avenged his kindness by joining forces with monsters and killing my father. He also tricked me into marrying him and embezzling my family's property." Wen Liuhua's almond-shaped eyes glared, Gritting his teeth with ruthlessness, "Brother Rong? Hehe, I wish I could eat his flesh and drink his blood. I want him to die with no bones left."

The delicate and weak little girl has turned into a life-threatening ghost at this time. If she is not bound by the soul-calling seal, she will probably attack her enemy regardless of her care and tear her enemy to pieces.

Feng Tinghan smoothed the folds of his sleeves, pointed at the flowers on Wen Rong's face, and thoughtfully said: "Monster?"

Wen Liuhua trembled slightly, looking at the flowers on the corpse, the blackness in his soul soared again: "The evil flower tree "Three Thousand Worlds", I once heard that beast mention that this flower feeds on flesh and blood, and has achieved The magic of people's wishes.Floating life is like a big dream, reincarnated for "three thousand lives", obsessions are bones, obsessions are ashes, delusions are light, and those who enter this state will not break through. "