Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

His face was calm, and he had a posture of not cooperating without rewards, and he did not look like a fairy at all.

Feng Tinghan waved his hand: "Yes, what reward does Master want?"

Fu Siqian looked against the light, and there was light from the half-open door. There was a thin layer of golden light on his face, which made his pupils very light, and he looked very gentle.

But that's just what it looks like.

Fu Siqian snorted coldly: "You also asked me what I wanted. I said to send me flowers before, as well as the gadgets I mentioned when I was in Luwei Mountain. Now I don't see any of them."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

This kind of Fu Siqian is too rare to see, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and forgot to speak for a while.

On the other side, before waiting for an answer, Fu Siqian's face became even more ugly: "Why, are you thinking about repudiation or pretending to be stupid?"

Feng Tinghan smiled and shunned him: "I didn't want to renege on the debt, I will give it to you, so Master, do you want to guess?"

That's about the same, Fu Siqian raised his chin, and said a word very coldly: "Guess."

The afternoon sun was warm, giving those peach blossom eyes a bit of a smile, Feng Tinghan tugged at the sleeves of the person beside him, as happy as a child who got candy: "Guess quickly, Master."

Fu Siqian scanned the things on the table, and he understood in his heart: "This is the flower used by Wenrong to make fragrant cloth."

Since this is Wen Rong's memory and all the important moments in his life, the research and development of fragrant cloth is naturally indispensable.

The decadent man leaning against the wall pushed the door and entered, completely different from just now, beaming with joy and triumphant.He passed between the two, sat down at the table, stood up after sitting for a while, and paced back and forth in the room.

After a while, a girl in a pink skirt came to the front of the room and knocked lightly on the door: "Brother Rong, I'm here."

Wen Rong greeted him quickly, with a happy expression on his face: "Liu Hua, Uncle Wen said you have something to give me, and that you agreed to the marriage, right?"

"Of course it's true. Brother Rong won't let me in?" Wen Liuhua said with a charming smile.

"But didn't you say that you have someone you like?" Wen Rong let him in, hesitant, "Did Uncle Wen force you? If you don't want to, I'll go to Uncle Wen and make it clear."

Wen Liuhua blinked: "I'm willing. I didn't know people well before, which made Brother Rong sad."

Even though they would never meet each other, Fu Siqian still subconsciously pulled Feng Tinghan back to the side.

Feng Tinghan looked at the two people in the room who looked at each other and smiled with great interest, and asked, "Master, what do you think Wen Liuhua wants to give Wen Rong?"

This question is very nonsensical, but in a way it is extremely simple. Combining everything that happened before, it is not difficult to guess the answer.Fu Siqian did not hesitate, and said firmly: "No matter what it is, there must be "three thousand generations" in it. "

Wen Liuhua took out a sachet from his bosom, and said nervously: "I embroidered this specially for Brother Rong, and I want to give it to you."

"Really?" Wen Rong was stunned, and didn't realize it until Wen Liuhua put the sachet in his hand, "Liuhua, you bother."

Wen Liuhua didn't ask "Do you like it or not" like before, but Wen Rong squeezed the sachet tightly, smiled at her, and still said the words he had said for more than ten years: "Thank you Liuhua, I am very happy." like."

Wen Liuhua sat for a while longer, and left contentedly after watching Wen Rong put the sachet on his waist.

The room was calm again, Wen Rong took out the sachet and threw it on the table. After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he took the scissors in the flower basket and cut the sachet into pieces without hesitation.

"This Wen Rong doesn't look like he doesn't know." Fu Siqian watched Wen Rong cut open the sachet, poured the dried flowers on the table, and searched carefully, "Is he looking for "Three Thousand Worlds"?But why did he know what was in the sachet? "

Feng Tinghan raised his eyebrows: "Things are getting more and more interesting, both Wen Liuhua and Wen Rong are the hosts of "Three Thousand Worlds", according to the current situation, neither of them is innocent.Wen Liuhua regards Wen Rong as an enemy, and Wen Rong doesn't love Wen Liuhua as much as he shows, so why does he go to great lengths to revive Wen Liuhua with "Zhu Men Mistakes"? "

Fu Siqian thought for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Did Yan Fangshi ever tell you, what kind of evil does the "Three Thousand Worlds" belong to? "

The evils in the realm of comprehension are roughly divided into two realms, one is similar to human beings, with an independent consciousness to manipulate the host, and the other is attached to the host, living by the evil thoughts in the human heart, and only has simple instincts.

Feng Tinghan affirmed: "The "Three Thousand Worlds" can only be attached to the host, not a high-level evil. "

The two looked at each other, and they both understood in their hearts that "Three Thousand Worlds" is not a common thing. Even if it happens by chance, it will not cause the two of them to do so many unreasonable things. This means that there are still people behind the scenes manipulating everything. .

They would put on the "Zhu Mencuo", I'm afraid that person was expected, and even "Three Thousand Worlds" should be handed over to Wen Liuhua by that person.

This is not a pleasant guess, the feeling of being secretly calculated is too bad, and the faces of both of them are not very good.

When the screen turned again, it was pitch black, and a thick sense of suffocation rushed over.

Suddenly the lights came on, and a large group of people poured in from outside. The handsome young man looked at them in a daze as they surrounded the bed.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!"

The crying cry brought back his reason, and Wen Rong subconsciously clenched his hands, letting his nails dig into his flesh.

Wen Liuhua threw himself on the bed, crying non-stop, out of breath, pointing at Wen Rong and yelling: "You are the one who killed my father! You are the only one here!"

Wen Rong walked forward slowly, helped her up forcefully, and took out a letter from his arms: "Uncle Wen called me over, handed this letter to me, and then let me leave, I heard someone in the house The voice just came back."

It's an absurd farce, opened with human lives, and rife with poor performances.

The housekeeper of the Wen family took the letter and confirmed that it was Mr. Wen's handwriting. To be precise, it should be called a suicide note, a suicide note that is not very detailed but full of problems.

Mr. Wen loved his daughter Wen Liuhua the most during his lifetime, but he left a suicide note after his death, leaving all the family property to his adopted son Wen Rong, who was even a domestic servant in name only.

Of course, he will not be a domestic servant soon, because there is another article in the suicide note, which clearly states that Wen Liuhua will marry Wen Rong, although this is something that everyone in the Wen family has guessed. The marriage of the two.

In a way, this also adds to the credibility of the suicide note, although only a little.

After all, it was confirmed by Yan Fangshi. In terms of viciousness, evil spirits are no match for the tricks of the people.

As early as he knew that Wen Rong was also the host of "Three Thousand Worlds", Fu Siqian had expected that such a thing would happen. The handsome young man in front of him gradually coincided with the ghostly man in Wen Liuhua's dream.

In the darkness just now, Fu Siqian and Feng Tinghan stood beside them, watching the invisible black air seal the mouth and nose of Old Man Wen, the old man looked in disbelief, dazed and at a loss.

"Uncle Wen, it's time for you to go, let me do it for the last time." With a gentle smile on Wen Rong's face, he personally presented the last "big gift" to the old man who raised him.

"Master, what are you thinking?" Feng Tinghan asked with great interest as if he was not affected by what happened just now.

The corner of Fu Sigan's mouth twitched into a sneering smile: "It's hard to paint a person's skin, but you can't know your heart if you know people's faces."

Feng Tinghan boasted again and again: "What Master said makes sense, Master really understands a lot, Master is so powerful."

Fu Siqian: "..."

No matter how depressing the atmosphere was, it was destroyed by this ancestor, Fu Siqian rubbed the center of his brows, why didn't he find out before that Feng Tinghan also has the ability to blow rainbow farts.

Rainbow Grit said softly: "Master, I have a question to ask you."

Fu Siqian said to himself: "Let me guess, do you want to ask me, when Wen Rong accepted the "Three Thousand Worlds", did you know that this day would come? "

"Wrong." Feng Tinghan raised his eyebrows with a sly smile, "I want to ask Master, does Wen Liuhua know that this kind of thing will happen?"

The sinisterness of the human heart is incalculable.

In the final analysis, it doesn't matter whether that delicate girl knows what will happen after handing over "Three Thousand Worlds" to Wen Rong.

Fu Siqian calmly said: "As I said before, the "Three Thousand Worlds" is not an evil thing that manipulates people's hearts. Whether Wen Liuhua handed it to Wen Rong or Wen Rong killed Mr. Wen, it was their own will.In a sense, they were both complicit whether she knew what was going to happen or not. "

Feng Tinghan smiled silently, and concluded for him: "They all deserve to die."

The next frame is when Wen Rong and Wen Liuhua got married. The Wen family is a big family no matter what, so it is necessary to pay attention to the separation of weddings and weddings. At this time, it has been a long time since old man Wen died.

Wen Liuhua looked rather haggard, and looked listless even in her wedding dress, but Wen Rong, on the other hand, looked very good.

Wen Rong poured two glasses of wine and said with a gentle smile, "Liuhua, after drinking this cup of wine, we will be husband and wife from now on."

This remark somehow offended Wen Liuhua, she waved away the drink: "You are just a lowly servant, you are not worthy to marry me at all!"

Wen Rong shook his head helplessly: "Liu Hua, why can't you be a little better?"

Feng Tinghan pushed Fu Siqian: "Master, do you feel that the furnishings in this room look familiar?"

Fu Siqian looked around: "It's similar to the wooden house we went to at the beginning, it seems that it should be decorated for getting married."

Feng Tinghan smiled: "It's quite festive."

Similar to the first illusion he had seen before, the red candle wedding tent appeared again in Fu Siqian's mind. Feng Tinghan in a wedding dress looked like a seductive goblin, smiling coquettishly, saying, "A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold." .

Fu Siqian forced himself to stop, thinking about something wild!