Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

It stands to reason that after the domineering announcement, there should be a strong kiss, Fu Siqian looked at the ghosts and monsters coming out from all directions, his face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

Where the hell did the light bulb come from!

The blue-faced and long-toothed four-face roared, and the vixen's eyes lit up: "Woo, everyone, save me! These two people are bad guys, and they want to peel my fox skin!"

Fu Siqian let go of Feng Tinghan, glanced at the spirits around him, and felt a bit of a headache. He thought that two would be enough, but why did a bunch of them appear again? Is this picture of the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha a nest of evil spirits?

Feng Tinghan stood aside thoughtfully, completely ignoring the things surrounding him in all directions, his mind was full of what Fu Siqian said just now.

Won't let me go?He had heard such words in the first half of his life, but it was the first time that he didn't have the idea of ​​killing someone. If it was put in the past, Jiu Mie would beat the head of the person who said this to pieces in minutes.

Fu Siqian looked worriedly at the tied up Xie Chong in front of him, if he tied up everything around him, he wouldn't be able to let go here.

The wild beasts roared one after another, and Fu Siqian thought that these spirits would rush forward all at once, but in the end they came surrounded by one person.

The man looked like a human being, but he was not a human being after all. His skin was covered with blue scales, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were two horns on the top of his head.

Fu Sigan squinted his eyes: "Dragon?"

The man said arrogantly: "That's the name humans give us."

Fu Siqian patted Feng Tinghan's arm, with a serious face: "Look, little dragon man."

Feng Tinghan let out a chuckle as to what the hell was Xiaolongren.

Little Dragon: "..."

A group of ghosts and ghosts: "..."

Fu Siqian was very curious about the legendary creature, and looked at the dragon-formed person in front of him with great interest: "Little dragon man, do you have a tail?"

"I'm not Xiaolongren, I'm Yinsu!" He gasped for breath, his scales bursting with anger, "Human beings, when we meet for the first time, asking someone's tail is something only a disciple would do!"

Fu Sigan was taken aback, and quickly looked at Feng Tinghan: "Don't think too much, I don't like that ugly thing."

Feng Tinghan laughed, turned his gaze on Yinsu's face, and replied sincerely: "I don't like this ugly thing either."

Yinsu was stunned for a while before realizing that the "ugly thing" was referring to him. Suddenly, the tall and tall man turned into a blue dragon tens of meters long. Roaring and roaring.

Feng Tinghan whipped the whip back, and saw the angry little dragon instantly transform into a human form, kneeling down in front of Feng Tinghan, staring at Jiu Mie in his hand, uttering two words with trembling lips: " Owner."

As his voice fell, the mountains and forests were silent, and within a second, the surrounding area was kneeling down,

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "Master?"

Feng Tinghan was expressionless: "They probably have the wrong person."

Before Fu Siqian could speak, Yin Su knelt and crawled towards Feng Tinghan, with a painful expression on his face: "Master, we have been waiting for you for thousands of years. In the Hundred Scenery Map, there are vicissitudes of life. We dare not forget you every day and night."

Feng Tinghan's expression was pale, even though he was well-informed, he didn't know what to say at this time, he just flicked the whip, how did he become the master of a group of strange plants? !

Seeing that the little apprentice and sweetheart were stupefied, Fu Siqian hurriedly stepped forward, looked at the person who was kneeling on the ground "Pengci" as his younger brother, and asked, "Why do you call him master?"

Yinsu blinked: "Because he is our master."

"..." Fu Siqian controlled the urge to beat him up, and asked again, "How do you know that he belongs to your master? You didn't call him that in the first place."

Yinsu's eyes turned red immediately, and there were still traces of Jiu Mie's drawing on his face. Thanks to the thick dragon scales, otherwise his face would be bloody and bloody: "It's Yinsu's fault for failing to recognize the master in time, please master punishment."

Fu Siqian unlocked Feng Tinghan's same emoticon, he looked at the people beside him with a sullen face, and sighed: "You group of...subordinates, why are you so stupid?"

Blame me?Feng Tinghan subconsciously wanted to refute, but before he could utter a word, he remembered, this is not his subordinate at all, who knows who this group of stupid ugly things are subordinate to!

Feng Tinghan looked at Yin Su, and said firmly, "They are so stupid, it's understandable for them to be mistaken."

"Master!" Yin Su wailed, "Master, do you want us?"

He howled for a long time, and all the ghosts and evil spirits around him cried together. The world changed color and all things mourned for a while, leaving only a long-lasting desolate cry.

If it comes to provocation, they can still whip up the whip, but they cried and called "Master", as if he was a man who abandoned his wife and son. Feng Tinghan held the whip tightly in his hand, but he couldn't whip it. go down.

After a mournful roar, Yin Su kowtowed three heads in a row: "My Qinglong clan has followed my master since the beginning of Hongmeng. The world and Xinggang testify, and the creatures of Beihai are above me, and I have never had a different heart. The order to guard the evil spirits in Baijingtu has been passed down from generation to generation, and now the generation of Yinsu has been waiting for you for thousands of years."

His words were crying blood, and his eyes were red: "The master gave my family a surname. In ancient times, you rode our ancestors to fight in all directions. You—"

"Stop for a moment." Feng Tinghan interrupted him and asked, "You mean the battle of killing gods?"

Tears flowed freely, and Yin Su, who was crying sincerely, nodded in a daze.

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyelids, and said in a strange tone: "So your master is the North Sea God of War?"

Yin Su nodded, thinking of something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise, "Master, don't you remember?"

After finishing speaking, he wiped his face and talked to himself for a while, becoming more and more sure of his guess: "So the master is reincarnated now, and he doesn't remember what happened before."

The God of War of the North Sea was not mentioned in "Supreme Divine Lord", nor was it in the memory of Immortal Zhao Yuan. Fu Siqian pushed the wind and Tinghan, wondering: "Who is the God of War of the North Sea you are talking about?"

The famous god of war, born with long-term spiritual wisdom, was the most famous person in ancient times at that time, and everyone in the world probably didn't know it.

Feng Tinghan briefly explained, and seeing Fu Sigan's original expression, his doubts deepened.Although he knew that Fu Siqian's situation was special, he had never even heard of the North Sea God of War, so how could he know the connection between Qu Guizhu and Qiwu Villa?

Yin Su figured it out by himself, and immediately stood up happily from the ground, greeted the evil spirits around him, and greeted Feng Tinghan with a grand ceremony: "Master, welcome back."

Feng Tinghan: "..."

He didn't feel that he was the reincarnation of the famous God of War of the North Sea. If he was, how could he explain the weirdness in his body?

But it's not at all, it's not an exaggeration to take advantage of this identity.

Fu Siqian was still immersed in the heroic deeds of the God of War in the North Sea. He never expected his apprentice to be so powerful in his previous life. No wonder he was the hero in "Supreme God Lord".

Feng Tinghan tugged on his sleeve secretly, and said in a low voice: "Master, let me pretend that the North Sea God of War turns around first, let's follow and see if we can find a way to get out of here."

"Pretend?" Fu Siqian looked soft, "You are the God of War in the North Sea."

Feng Tinghan: "?" Did you enter the play so quickly?

He could only bite the bullet and continue acting, nodding with a half-smile.

Fu Siqian was immersed in the emotion of accepting a big brother's apprentice, and was extremely excited. What should he do if his sweetheart was too powerful in his previous life?

The evil ghost cleared the way, and Yinsu took them to a mansion under the water. This is the residence of the Qinglong clan in the Hundred Scenes Map, and it is the most gorgeous of all the residences. Every two steps there is a huge night pearl.

Fu Siqian was envious, he was short of money, he used Qi Shuyun as an excuse before, the money extorted from Yan Fangshi was almost exhausted, now seeing this round and huge night pearl, he wished to take a few away.

He tugged at Feng Tinghan's sleeve, and whispered: "Can I take some Ye Mingzhu from your subordinate?"

They have already confessed their feelings, so there is no need to hide this matter. Fu Siqian is not shy, and openly said that he has no money.

The majestic Immortal Master of Wuji Mountain has been reduced to the point where he is holding the monster Ye Mingzhu—how is this possible?Feng Tinghan froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered the two lonely iron cables on Duanhun Cliff, he had forgotten, Zhengdao was extremely poor.

"It's good for Master to be happy." Feng Tinghan couldn't help laughing as he watched him follow several Ye Mingzhus, "Master said before that I'stealed' Wanlang Pavilion's paintings, how can I do such a thing now?"

Fu Si gave him a blank look: "Isn't it your fault?"

Feng Tinghan: "?"

Fu Siqian sighed and squeezed his hand: "I'm raising piglets to buy pastries."

Little Zhu Feng Tinghan's face instantly turned red: "I, I..."

"What?" Fu Siqian looked at him with a smile.

Feng Tinghan tilted his head with his ears turned red, and muttered softly: "I'm not a little pig."

Everywhere in this mansion is within his line of sight, Yin Su pursed his lips, wondering if he should tell what he had seen, a few luminous pearls are shabby in his eyes, and the master's friend is already so poor It's over, what about the master?

Feng Tinghan didn't know it at all, because these few luminous pearls gave him an image of poverty in Yinsu's eyes.

The underwater mansion is a veritable crystal palace, with the pure color of glass everywhere, only the Qinglong clan can enter here, so the rest of the evil spirits are waiting outside.

As soon as he sat down, Feng Tinghan made it clear: "Do you know how to leave the Hundred Scenery Map?"

Yinsu's eyes lit up instantly, and he said excitedly, "Master, is he going to take us out?"

Feng Tinghan thought of the nest of evil spirits outside, and felt that this matter was a bit troublesome. It would be all right to bring them to the Demon Realm, but Fu Siqian was present, and his current identity was still a disciple of Wuji Mountain, so he couldn't have anything to do with the Demon Realm.

Bringing these things into the market, won't it be attacked by righteous practitioners who claim to be righteous?

Feng Tinghan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I can take you out, but the others can't, I have no place to put you."

"Can't you go to Beihai?" Yinsu asked cautiously.

Feng Tinghan hesitated for a while, and told the truth: "Beihai has been destroyed, and there is no "Beihai" in the world now. "

"How is it possible!" Yin Su exclaimed, "How could Beihai be destroyed? There is a master here, the master—"

Feng Tinghan said calmly: "After the Battle of Zhushen, the North Sea God of War fell."

"Falling... so the master's reincarnation is because of falling?"

There are various decorations hanging on the wall. Fu Siqian looked around, and his eyes fell on one of the paintings, which showed a piece of turbulent sea water, a swimming dragon soaring into the sky, and on the back of the green dragon, stood a A few strokes outline a figure in white clothes.

Fu Siqian asked: "Since you call the North Sea War God your master, don't you know what he looks like?"

Because I just heard about the destruction of the North Sea and the fall of the God of War, Yin Su was not in a good mood, and explained in a hoarse voice: "My Qinglong clan was ordered to guard the spirits and evil spirits in the Hundred Scenes Map. Thousands of years have passed, and I can't count how many have disappeared. The same is true of spirits and monsters in ancient times, the only ones who have seen their masters in the Hundred Scenes Map are some evil spirits, but they have long lost their minds and cannot express themselves."

Fu Siqian smiled lukewarmly: "That's why there are some audacious ones who dare to come forward and force and threaten your master to marry her."

Threatening the master?Yin Su froze, who would dare such a desperate thing...Xiao Bai!

He laughed twice: "Is it Xiaobai?"

Fu Siqian recalled that the fancy vixen seemed to have such a name: "It's her, a vixen."

Feng Tinghan remained silent, this kind of reaction fell into the rhythm of getting angry in Yinsu's eyes, and Xiaolong was so frightened that he didn't dare to show his anger, for fear of being charged with "incompetent discipline".

"Then how can you be sure that I belong to your master?"

He was fighting with each other, and suddenly heard Feng Tinghan's voice, almost fell to the ground, and quickly replied respectfully: "Because of the master's whip, the Qinglong family has been with the master day and night, and is familiar with the master's breath. It's the taste of the master, Yinsu will not admit it wrong."

Fu Siqian rubbed the center of his brows, he didn't know how to recognize people, so he had a dog's nose, after all, it was also a dragon, tens of meters long, how could he be so stupid?

Could it be that this is the legendary "well-developed limbs, simple mind"?

After Yinsu finished speaking, he began to think again: "Although Yinsu didn't recognize the master at the first time, I can't blame it all. There are too many masters, and the magic tools used have also changed. Before, the master only liked to use swords. Yes, it's much better now."

I'm afraid it's not that he has become more, but that he is not the reincarnation of Lao Shizi, the North Sea God of War, but there is no need to publicize this matter. Feng Tinghan didn't expect Yin Su to recognize it in this way. He summoned Jiu Mie and wrapped his fingertips around the tail of the whip caress.

How about going along with the flow and pretending to be the God of War in the North Sea?

Feng Tinghan thought about it, and felt that this plan was very clever.

Satisfied in his heart, he pretended to be calm and solemn: "Okay, I still have things to do when I go out, if you know how to get out of here, just say it quickly, my patience is limited."

Yinsu slapped his forehead and forgot about this. He quickly took out a scroll from the magic weapon: "This is the secret key corresponding to the hundred sceneries. As long as the master activates it, you can leave the scroll in the painting." False world."

Feng Tinghan took the palm-sized scroll, and didn't rush to do it, he unfolded it and looked it over carefully, not missing an inch.

Fu Siqian had a strange expression. If he read it correctly, there was nothing written on the scroll, and it was blank?

Feng Tinghan tried to inject spiritual power into the scroll, but it didn't work. At this moment, he had no choice but to let the scroll respond, regardless of whether he was the reincarnation of the North Sea God of War.

He tried secretly, and after a few failed attempts, he tried to wrap Jiu Mie around his wrist, the blue shadow was docile, wrapped around his thin wrist, facing Chaosi's thin white, and then he injected spiritual power into it .

I saw rough waves outside the Crystal Palace, whirlpools set off wild waves around, and towering water columns rushed to the sky, turning the bottom of the river upside down.

Feng Tinghan raised the corners of his lips, it was a success.

After saying that he would take Yin Su to leave together, when the scroll produced a powerful force, Feng Tinghan grabbed the two people around him with both hands.

The sound of the waves receded slowly, and when they opened their eyes again, they had already returned to the house.

The hundred scenes of the Buddha were spread out on the table, Feng Tinghan raised his head from the side of the bed, and bumped into Fu Siqian's eyes.

There was the sound of magic weapons colliding outside the house, the wooden door was completely split open, and a dead old man descended from the sky, holding a familiar sword in his hand.

shade the sun.