Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Fu Siqian drank the medicine for recuperation for a few days, and the pain in his body was much relieved, which made him feel that Qu Guizhu is worthy of being a famous doctor in the cultivation world.

On this day, the weather was fine, and Fu Siqian went out for a walk against the wind and Tinghan. He was so badly injured that he was rested in the room for several days by his apprentice who made up his mind. He lay down until his bones were soft, and he felt like a dark corner Mushrooms growing out of it.

Feng Tinghan thought for a moment, but couldn't stand Fu Siqian's nagging over and over again, and agreed to take him for a stroll around the city.

It was a quiet month in Wugou City at this time, there were not many people in the city, the two walked slowly along the market.

Fu Siqian was tired from walking, stopped in front of a pastry stall on the street, looked at the wind and Tinghan smiled and said: "I remember you really like that peach blossom cake, do you want to try other snacks?"

Feng Tinghan's face was hot when he looked at it. He really likes to eat cakes, especially the sweet ones. He didn't like them when he was in the Demon Realm. He thought they were too effeminate, so he never tasted them. The peach blossom cake in Wuji Mountain opened the door to a new world for him. Later, Fu Sigan spoiled him, and when he met a pastry seller, he always wanted to buy some for him. He became addicted after feeding it.

"Listen to Master."

Fu Siqian had a half-smile, he found out that his little apprentice is still a duplicity master, that kind of secretive little temper, the more he likes it in his heart, the more he likes to be indifferent, and he is willing to let others take the initiative to praise him. He would pretend to accept it reluctantly, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

He is willing to be used to the wind and listen to the cold, but occasionally he also wants to see some other expressions on his face, such as anger.

Fu Siqian withdrew his hand pretending to be natural, and walked forward slowly: "Since you don't like it, then don't buy it."

"Master!" Feng Tinghan exclaimed in disbelief.

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows and smiled like an old fox: "What's wrong?"

If you don't see it, you can easily let it go, but the pastry is right in front of you, and you can already smell it, so where can you take a step forward?

Seeing the interest in that person's eyes, Feng Tinghan sighed, and resignedly "bited" the bait to let this person succeed: "Master, I like it."

"Like it?" Fu Siqian rolled his eyes, "Are you talking about what you like, is it Master?"

They tacitly tried to test each other as much as possible in limited words. Ambiguity and teasing are always the best way to generate affection.

Feng Tinghan was calm and serious: "I like pastries."

Just as Fu Siqian was about to ask "Do you like Shizun", he heard him add: "I also like Shizun."

Fu Sigan's heart skipped a beat, boiling hot, like freshly brewed tea, bubbling and bubbling alluringly.

But before his tea was ready, Feng Tinghan said again: "Master who likes to buy me cakes the most."

MD foodies!

Fu Siqian felt that his pot of tea could not be boiled, not only could it not be boiled, but it also had a faint tendency to burn his hands.

Feng Tinghan watched Fu Sigan buy pastries for himself with a straight face, and felt extremely comfortable. He liked this feeling very much, very lightly involved, without any burden or risk.

In Wugou City, the righteous way and the demon world live together. This is a strange and harmonious place. Everything in clothing and food reflects the fusion of differences and inclusiveness.

There are many kinds of pastries on the stall, many of which are from the devil world. Fu Siqian saw the novelty and bought a lot of them.

Feng Tinghan hugged a large bag of pastries, and helplessly supported his forehead: "Master, is the pastry going to support me to death?"

Fu Siqian smiled: "Isn't it the master who likes to buy you pastries the most? Is this much enough? How much can you like?"

As if he likes to be able to weigh and sell by the catty, Feng Tinghan looked at the pastry in his arms pretending to be distressed, and hesitantly gave a number: "I can exchange it for three or two."

Yes, quite a few.

Fu Sigan was very satisfied and was happy to accompany him to continue the performance: "Then three or two, I remember."

I have to say that the tempers of the two of them are really suitable, Feng Tinghan sighed secretly, biting a piece of pastry, eating it while walking.

Fu Siqian glanced at him: "Is it delicious?"

Feng Tinghan had something in his mouth, so he just nodded. Seeing that he was watching, he passed the pastry in front of him, clearly expressing the intention of inviting him to taste it.

As if by accident, many messy images appeared in Fu Siqian's mind, and then he stretched out his hand to rub Feng Tinghan's lips, then put it to his own mouth, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Feng Tinghan was stunned in place, redness spread from the ears to the side of the face.

Fu Siqian was also ashamed in his heart, but he was thick-skinned and could still pretend. Seeing Feng Tinghan blushed, he immediately seized the opportunity to tease him, using the reflex words in his mind: "It's so sweet."

It was only after Fu Siqian finished speaking that he realized what kind of conditioned reflex it was. It was clearly a vulgar trick of Mary Su, a skill that any domineering CEO should have these days.

Fu Siqian feels that this is no less than social death.

The atmosphere is so embarrassing, how can we overcome the embarrassment?Just don't pretend to be awkward.

Just pretend, he is very good at this, so Fu Siqian smiled at Feng Tinghan very naturally: "You are blushing like this, what are you thinking?"

After changing the subject and making fun of Feng Tinghan, Fu Siqian thought it was very witty to kill two birds with one stone.

It's just that he didn't expect Feng Tinghan to reply.

There was an extremely innocent expression on that pretty face, even with a taste of ignorance: "I wonder if Master has sweet pastries."

Foul it!

Fu Sigan turned his face away, feeling that his ears were extremely hot, and it was all because Feng Tinghan's words were too hot.

The sun was just right, as soft as fine silk, not to the point of drying people, but the two blushed for no reason, and walked half a step apart, one behind the other. Like in another world.

Fu Siqian rubbed his ears, feeling deeply upset. He should have asked one more question just now, "Would you like to try it?" It's a pity, that would definitely win back.

The street he chose was the most prosperous in Wugou City, and at the end was the magnificent Wanlang Pavilion. When he reached the entrance of Wanlang Pavilion, Fu Siqian realized that he subconsciously stopped and glanced inside.

Feng Tinghan followed his gaze and read softly, "Wanlang Pavilion."

Suddenly, a person rushed out of Wanlang Pavilion, Fu Siqian was injured and couldn't dodge, and almost fell to the ground. Thanks to Feng Tinghan who caught him in time, unfortunately, the bag of pastries fell to the ground.

Feng Tinghan's face turned cold in an instant, he embraced Fu Siqian with one hand, and with a wave of the other, a blue light flashed by, and the person who bumped into Fu Sigan fell to the ground.

As the man fell, the things in his arms also fell to the ground, the rope buckle broke free, and the scroll rolled away, and a picture scroll tens of meters long was spread out on the ground like this.

It was a splashed ink painting of mountains and rivers, with light or light ink marks spreading wantonly, the style was wild and strong, and a piece of prosperous mountains and rivers was outlined with large brushstrokes, attracting attention with just one glance.

Fu Siqian's eyes fell on the painting, scanning inch by inch, taking a panoramic view of the scenery, and finally saw a line of words on the scroll: Hundred Views of the Buddha, Night World World.

A group of people came out from Wanlang Pavilion and quickly grabbed the person who fell on the ground. Fu Siqian had a good memory and recognized that the leader was the woman who drove the flying boat to pick him up with Yan Junxing outside Wugou City.

The man in fox fur was helped out, and it was Yun Buwen, the master of Wanlang Pavilion.

Fu Siqian didn't want to get in touch with Yun Buwen. It's best to stay as far away as possible from a person who is full of holes in his heart. While they were busy arresting people, he dragged Feng Tinghan and left .

Yun Buwen leaned on the person next to him, squinted his eyes and glanced at the pastries on the ground, his eyes were completely bright, and he seemed to glance at the direction where the two left.

What a coincidence.

Being bumped by the people rushing out of Wanlang Pavilion, Fu Siqian lost all interest in shopping, so he simply went to Qiwu Villa with Feng Tinghan.

Along the way, Feng Tinghan didn't say a word, his face was sullen and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fu Siqian looked at it for a while, and couldn't help poking his face: "Who made our young master unhappy?"

The title "little son" reminded Feng Tinghan of what happened in Wenfu, and he couldn't hold back in an instant: "Master made fun of me again."

Fu Siqian tapped his forehead with his fingers: "Tell me, why are you unhappy?"

Feng Tinghan sighed pretending to be distressed: "The cakes that Master bought for me are gone, I'm not happy."

Fu Siqian smiled immediately: "I think that's the reason, just for this? I'll buy it for you later, okay? Now let me show you a smile, and I'll buy a lot for you if you look good, okay?"

Feng Tinghan was amused by his words, Tao Hua's eyes were shining like stars: "There's a lot of them, I can't finish them, I'm too prodigal."

"Tsk." Fu Sigan squinted his eyes and smiled slyly, "Prodigal? Feeding piglets is quite a prodigal."

Someone who was downgraded from a young son to a piglet had a black line: "..."

The two laughed and quarreled again, and it was almost noon when they returned to Qiwu Mountain Villa. Feng Tinghan took the medicine and simmered it on the stove, and when Fu Siqian finished his meal, he just drank it.

There are few people in Qiwu Villa, scattered here and there, Fu Siqian was puzzled, but it was inconvenient to ask more, so he simply pretended that he didn't know, and followed Feng Tinghan to take advantage of his second wife.

No, it's Schrödinger's second wife, and there is a high probability that the bias does not exist.

The medicine is three-point poisonous. Fu Siqian felt that a lot of toxins had accumulated in his body after taking the medicine. Although Qu Guizhu said that he was gradually getting better, he knew that the medicine would treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

It's not a good thing, and it's not worth worrying about all day. Fu Siqian has a big heart and enjoys this kind of idle life. When he opens his eyes, he can see the wind and the cold in all likelihood, which is quite comfortable.

He has recently developed the habit of taking a nap. After filling the medicine in one go, the biological clock immediately issued a reminder. He yawned and fell on the bed: "I'll take a nap first, you..."

Feng Tinghan looked at the person who fell asleep before he finished speaking, his eyes were dark. Recently, Fu Siqian has been sleeping longer and longer. Qu Guizhu said earlier that this is a side effect of the medicine, which reduces physical pain, but it will Sleep longer.

Feng Tinghan straightened the man upright, tucked the quilt up little by little, feeling more and more uncomfortable, holding his breath, he couldn't explain why, obviously the blood was clamoring to kill this man, but every time he saw This man was losing his life, and he couldn't control the anger in his heart.

I want him to live for a long time, but I also want him to die immediately.

This kind of contradictory thoughts became more and more intense, Feng Tinghan felt that he might be sick, and it was a disease that could not be cured, it was fatal.

Compared with usual, Fu Siqian went to bed too early today, Feng Tinghan glanced out the window, and remembered that Fu Siqian fell into a deep sleep before finishing his words, wondering if there was something wrong with Qu Guizhu's medicine, why he was lethargic symptoms became more pronounced.

Just when he was about to ask Qu Guizhu, the person sleeping on the bed suddenly murmured, the voice was very soft and low, and Feng Tinghan only heard it clearly when he got closer: "The hundred scenes of the Buddha, the world is born every night."

Feng Tinghan naturally also noticed the words on the painting, but he didn't bother to memorize them, he just glanced at them, and now he remembered Fu Siqian's raving, and couldn't help but frowned, thinking about it in memory.

A very familiar sentence, he must have seen it somewhere before.

After Fu Siqian said this, he fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Tinghan went to find Qu Guizhu, asked him about this matter, and as expected he got a negative answer, he felt weird in his heart, this kind of weirdness reached its peak in the evening before Fu Siqian woke up.

The person on the bed was breathing very lightly, like a handful of light that could not be held, and would turn into a fairy in the next second.

Feng Tinghan's heart tightened, and he moved closer to rub the furrowed lines between Fu Siqian's brows. He had consumed too much spiritual power to activate the Soul Realm before, and he hadn't recovered these days, so he couldn't support him to reopen the Soul Realm at this time.

After hearing the news, Qu Guizhu came for a diagnosis and treatment. Facing Feihua's cold face, he answered bravely: "The immortal is not caused by physical injuries, but is deliberately guided."

She spoke euphemistically, it's not good to directly say that you were calculated because of improper care of people, but that's the way it is, no matter how euphemistic it is, it can't change the essence, Feng Tinghan understood it when he heard it.

He retreated and returned to the bamboo, he sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, and he was quite sure that this matter had something to do with Wanlang Pavilion. They were wandering around for a day, but being bumped in front of Wanlang Pavilion was unexpected.

Coupled with the painting and Fu Siqian's babbling, Feng Tinghan confirmed his guess in an instant, and summoned Song Ruhuan.

A half-human, half-ghost figure appeared silently. Song Ruhuan knelt in front of him, and did not ask for instructions because of the person on the bed.

Feng Tinghan's brows and eyes were frosty: "Go to Wanlang Pavilion to find a painting with the inscription 'Hundred Scenes of the Buddha, Every Night World'."

The window slammed slightly, and the room returned to calm. Feng Tinghan blew out the lamp, took out a luminous pearl from Chaosi and placed it on the bedside, using the faint light to trace the eyebrows and eyes of the person on the bed.Inch by inch, his eyes were like knives, revealing a deep sternness, as if he wanted to cut through the body of the person on the bed, staring directly at the soul.

In the middle of the night, Song Ruhuan came back with the painting. She had a weird expression and hesitated infrequently. Feng Tinghan frowned unobtrusively. Seeing that she didn't want to say more, he didn't ask too much. He never went to his subordinates' private affairs. Blending in, Song Ruhuan stepped back with a wave of his hand.

The picture scroll is unfolded, the floating clouds flow in it, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees seem to be alive, and the sound of the rivers and springs can be heard if you listen carefully.

What they saw in front of the Wanlang Pavilion was an incompletely unfolded picture scroll. It was completely unfolded at this time. Apart from the landscape, there was also a part depicting the bustling downtown scene, long streets and pavilions, where people were bustling with people.

Feng Tinghan looked at the man in white clothes standing on the scroll for a long time, beside him was a stall selling food, occasionally someone stopped to buy something.

"Yeye Shishi, that's how it is."

There are hundreds of scenes in the world, called "Floating Tu". Legend has it that in ancient times, people ordered people to draw them with glass brushes. They can record the world's scenes. At first, they were used to gather and house evil monsters. Later, they became a paradise for the powerful to enjoy. .

Entering the Hundred Scenery Map requires the approval of its owner, and only those who have the opportunity can enjoy it. Feng Tinghan restrained his spiritual power, suppressed his cultivation in his dantian, and tried to communicate with the Hundred Scenery Map.

The result was unsatisfactory, Baijingtu didn't recognize him, wondering if forcible entry would affect the things in the picture, Feng Tinghan hesitated for a while, couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the face of the person on the bed.

A cheap master can really cause trouble!

Just when he touched Fu Siqian, a white light flashed suddenly, and the world spun for a while, and when he opened his eyes, the surrounding scene had changed.

The sounds of hawking along the street were filled with smiles, and the girls who passed by had a faint fragrance of makeup and powder, and there were children running around, and there were melodious and ups and downs of storytelling in the nearby wine shop.

The man in soft armor and white clothes looked up at him, as if across thousands of mountains and rivers, endless reincarnation, it was heartbreaking and moving.

It was an icy sigh: "You finally found me."