Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

How painful it is to be injured, from the time when he was cut open over and over again to take blood, and tried thousands of medicines again and again, he knew that the nightmare was already the ultimate, but he didn't want to have something that would make him more painful. Painful injury.

The blade condensed with spiritual power is the most tenacious, and it can penetrate three points even if it cuts through the flesh, and it can penetrate straight into the heart, but it can prevent a drop of blood from flowing out.

"Owner!"

The huge dragon chant brought back Feng Tinghan's thoughts, and without waiting for Yin Su to make a move, he directly raised his hand and waved away the person in front of him.

The wounded Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable was no match for him, and he passed out after receiving this blow.

Feng Tinghan's brows and eyes formed icicles, he looked down at the bloody hole in his heart, he didn't move for a long time, and after a long while, he only smiled slowly.

Xiao Qinglong rushed forward frantically, trying to reach out to help him, but was pushed away: "Master, how are you? Are you okay?"

Like a normal person, he tilted his head and smiled softly: "I can't die."

The voice was so soft that it was about to be blown away in the wind in the next second.

The pain in his body was burning like a raging fire, making him feel dazed and at a loss, burning out a clear remorse, burning out a lot of hatred.

Qu Guizhu calmed down quickly, and checked Feng Tinghan's injuries. This blow was ruthless, with the idea of ​​never ending death. Even the mighty Demon Lord couldn't please him. The spiritual power in the wound Spread out, bleeding out continuously.

The owner was injured right under his nose, which made Yinsu unbearable. Qinglong's vertical pupils showed anger, which gradually turned into a sea of ​​blood. He silently walked towards the knocked down person not far away, raised his hand Horizontally in front of him, the longbow protruded, and an arrow shot out from his fingertips, pointing directly at the person on the ground.

It was because of his lack of thoughtfulness that he thought that person was the master's "wife", and it was he who failed to protect the master and almost caused a catastrophe.

He should be punished, and that person should be punished too!

Seeing that the light arrow was about to be shot, Feng heard a cold voice: "Stop."

Yinsu's fingertips froze, and he stretched his bow to shoot.

Until that indifferent voice was angry, cold and harsh, and said: "Don't you listen to my words?"

Xiao Qinglong clenched his hands tightly, and let go after two seconds, with only hot tears in his eyes, he knelt down on the ground: "Yinsu dare not."

Feng Tinghan raised his eyes to look at the plain white figure, separated by dozens of meters, but seemed to be separated by a moat.

"Young Master Feng!" Qu Guizhu frowned, "Your injury is serious. Although it is not fatal, it cannot be delayed any longer. It must be dealt with immediately."

As if extremely sleepy, Feng Tinghan gently closed his eyes and sighed: "Go back, Yinsu, take him back too."

There was another coughing sound on the second floor of Wanlang Pavilion, and Yun Buwen laughed after coughing, "Master Mozun was hurt by such a simple move, did you really care about it?"

"To shut up!"

"Why, can't you hear me telling the truth? Or are you jealous?" Yun Buwen raised his eyelids and smiled like a satisfied old fox.

The strong wind cut off the hair on the side of his neck, and the angry voice of gnashing of teeth passed by his ears: "If you want to make me angry, you can continue to talk."

"Ahem, you are similar, even the threats are the same." Yun Buwen tightened the fox fur, and teased, "Is this a tacit understanding between master and servant, huh?"

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "master and servant", viciously reminding the person in front of him of the truth.

Those hands still didn't land on his neck in the end, but the Lin Lang ornaments behind him were all blown into powder.

Yun Buwen sighed in a good mood, and watched the angry person leave. What in this world is better than feelings?

Naturally there is not.

So he only needs to grasp this point well, and he can trample those who bully him. Whether it is a demon or an immortal, as long as he is emotional and has a weakness, he will not be his opponent.

The wounds caused by spiritual power are not easy to heal, and will get worse as time goes by. Feng Tinghan thought he could hold on, but he didn't expect that before returning to Qiwu Villa, he lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, he Already in bed.

Qu Guizhu was packing up the medicine for the wound, and he let go of his tense nerves when he woke up, and raised his chin to the people behind him who followed suit: "It has been said that my medical skills are very good, there will be no problem, see, you The owner has already woken up, and it will fully recover after a few days of raising it."

Xiao Qinglong rushed to the bedside, his face was full of distress: "Master, do you feel pain?"

Feng Tinghan was stunned for a long time before he remembered what happened, Wen Yan sighed softly: "I'm fine, what about him?"

"Master! He hurt you, why are you still thinking about him!" Yin Su gritted his teeth, but was still defeated by Feng Tinghan's sight, "He's fine, he won't die, if the master didn't stop him , I will crush him to ashes!"

"Come on, no matter how you say it, that is also the immortal of Wuji Mountain, your master's master." Qu Gui brought over the boiled medicine without lifting his bamboo head, "Young Master Feng, drink the medicine, immortal!" I went to Zun's side, but he lost consciousness and didn't wake up, and his physical injuries worsened, so he was temporarily arranged in an empty room next to him."

The medicinal juice was bitter, making Xiao Qinglong frowned, and muttered softly: "This medicine is too bitter, it smells bad."

Qu Guizhu glanced at him: "Have you never heard that good medicine tastes bitter?"

Feng Tinghan lowered his eyelids halfway, took the medicinal juice from Qu Guizhu's hand, and gulped it down without saying anything.

Yinsu was amazed again and again: "As expected of the master, he is not afraid of hardship at all."

Qu Guizhu shook his head helplessly, and dragged him out of the house: "Okay, don't disturb your master's rest, come with me to prepare meals, if you are injured, eat some light and nutritious tonic, hurry..."

After one person and one dragon left, the room became quiet again, Feng Tinghan leaned on the bed in a daze, his heart was very chaotic, Wanlang Pavilion Yunbuwen, Yuntianxueyue Song Ruhuan, Huaiyin Jiangjia Zuihuayin, that person suddenly Changing attitude... There are too many things waiting for him to think about.

However, there was only one thought in his mind at this moment: that medicine is really bitter.

Yinsu said that he is not afraid of hardships, how could he not be afraid of hardships?

Yinsu asked him if it hurt, and he was obviously in pain, so he was most afraid of pain.

"My lord, you are injured."

A person suddenly appeared in the empty room. Song Ruhuan tried her best to suppress her emotions, clenched her hands tightly, but lowered her voice.

This is the second time, the second time you have been hurt by that person.

She lowered her head slightly, hiding the wanton hatred in her eyes, pretending to be indifferent and calm.

Feng Tinghan rubbed the center of his brows, and looked up: "Why are you here? The deity didn't call you."

He didn't hear a reply, Feng Tinghan didn't care, he just waved his hand to get her up, and said casually: "But you came to ask Yun Tian Xue Yue?"

Song Ruhuan was astonished, and slowly nodded under Feng Tinghan's calm gaze.

"Don't worry, I went to meet Yun Buwen, Yun Tian Xueyue will fetch it for you." Feng Tinghan said calmly.

"Thank you, lord." Song Ruhuan took a deep breath, controlled the turmoil in his heart, and asked softly, seemingly unintentionally, "Ru Huan has something unclear, and I hope the lord can clarify, lord, why do you bother for me?" Bring the sky, snow and moon?"

Feng Tinghan gave her a strange look: "What's there to be suspicious about?"

The ghostly woman was overjoyed, and couldn't hide her excitement with the face transformed into an illusion, until Feng Tinghan added.

"Didn't I promise you at the beginning, you were willing to be a servant, and I will achieve your obsession for you." Feng Tinghan looked cold, and there was no joy or sadness in his tone, "Why, you don't remember?"

This is a reminder and a warning.

Song Ruhuan's legs gave way, and she almost knelt down again. The blood on her face quickly faded, like a delicate painted skin of a beauty, with no trace of expression on her face.

Feng Tinghan asked suspiciously, "Why don't you leave?"

She trembled and asked the last sentence: "My lord, if... if someone betrays you, what would you do?"

betray?The image of the man turning his hand into a sword and piercing his heart vividly appeared in Feng Tinghan's mind. He couldn't help but lower his face, as if he wanted to tell himself deliberately, he gritted his teeth and said, "Naturally, a tooth for a tooth for an eye Pay back, and crush him to ashes again!"

The hatred in the room seemed to be solidified, the sound of walking suddenly sounded, Feng Tinghan's eyes froze, and Song Ruhuan immediately hid in a dark corner.

The staggering man pushed open the door, bent over and looked over, as if with a look of pain that was so thick that he couldn't dispel it. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word because of his hoarse voice.

The hands hidden under the quilt trembled uncontrollably, before the time to tear his face, Feng Tinghan pulled the corner of his lips and showed a cold smile: "Master, you are awake."

Fu Siqian didn't dare to go forward, he seemed to be having a nightmare, watching himself attack Feng Tinghan, stabbing his precious apprentice's heart with a sword, and the blood flowing out from there stained his hand red.

After waking up, he hurriedly searched for it, regardless of the injuries on his body, opened the Heart and Soul Curse, made sure that his treasure was still there, and hurried over.

The injury on his body reminded him all the time that he was deceiving himself and others, but he couldn't control it. If the nightmare came true, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on.

The baby he holds in his heart is sitting upright on the bed, smiling softly and obediently at him, calling him "Master" softly, everything is so beautiful that it doesn't look like that.

Except for the glaringly red wound.

Feng Tinghan followed his gaze and lowered his head, looking at the wound on his chest, which had just been bandaged by Qu Guizhu, somehow the wound was affected, the dark red blood seeped into the gauze, and slowly blew away, as if it had opened in his heart A bright red flower.

Fu Siqian approached step by step, he walked very slowly, staring at the wound with a heavy expression.

There was a secret pleasure in Feng Tinghan's heart, being looked at by him like this, it seemed that the worse his complexion was, the pain on his body would be gradually relieved.

Finally, Fu Siqian walked to the head of the bed, his straight back slowly bent, he bent down in front of Feng Tinghan, and said hoarsely: "Honey, does it hurt?"

No matter how much mental construction he had done, when he heard that "baby" again, he still couldn't control the urge to cry, Feng Tinghan took a light breath, and bumped into those eyes full of pity.

It is no longer calm, nor is it murderous. It is his most common pampering and pity, which makes him want to cry.

Fu Siqian touched his face, rubbed the redness at the end of his eyes, and said almost beggingly: "Baby, don't cry."

You cry so hard that my heart hurts.

This is probably a very good opportunity, Feng Tinghan has always been good at seizing opportunities, no matter what the situation is, he allows himself to indulge, but he doesn't want to be foolish enough to trust others.

So he asked the doubt that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "Should I call you Shizun or what? Who are you? Are you talking about the person who likes me the most, or the person who wants to kill me? Or, both It's all you?"

Fu Siqian sat on the edge of the bed and was silent for a long time. For countless moments, he wanted to confess everything to Feng Tinghan.But he was also very afraid, afraid that his guess was wrong, that he was not a person who existed in this world at all, that he would not be able to find his body back, and that he would give Feng Tinghan a happy ending.

The door of the room was not closed, and Yin Su, who came in with the food, was furious. He put the things on the table and picked up the collar of the person next to the bed. It took a lot of effort to control himself from punching him: "How dare you?" Come! If the master didn't stop me, I would definitely peel you and tear you apart, and throw you into the Hundred Scenes Map to feed Xie Chong!"

Feng Tinghan frowned: "Yinsu, let him go."

"Owner!"

He has an unquestionable temperament, even if he knew that Yin Su was wronged for him, he couldn't stand the repeated disobedience, Feng Tinghan's face darkened, and he said displeasedly: "You go out first, I have something to say to him explain."

Little Qinglong had nowhere to vent his anger, so he threw Fu Siqian viciously on the ground, then roared at him before going out.

Fu Sigan sighed with a wry smile: "He is protecting you."

"Who knows how long you can protect me. Master also said before that he will protect me. Anyone who wants to hurt me has to step over your corpse."

Feng Tinghan stopped talking, got off the bed slowly, sat at the table and looked at the porridge just out of the pot, licked his lips, just drank the medicine, and wanted to taste everything when he smelled it. I feel better.

Fu Siqian felt guilty, wanted to refute, but felt that the explanation of wearing books was too false. After a long battle between heaven and man, he moved to sit at the table and struggled: "Do you believe that one person's spirit will somehow go to another person's?" in the body?"

Feng Tinghan felt that he was very satisfied. After receiving such a sentence, the anger in his heart almost disappeared, and he didn't even have any wounds on his body...

No, it still hurts.

He stirred the porridge in the bowl, and asked casually: "Master, you mean to seize the house?"

Fu Siqian was startled, and retorted: "Strictly speaking, it's not counted, and the soul didn't intend to escape into other people's bodies."

Feng Tinghan looked at him with a smile: "Why is Master so excited? You don't want to say that you are such a soul, you ran into someone else's body for no reason, well, if this is the case, then it was Master who shot me before." Another spirit in the body did it, right?"

It was so damn right!

As expected of his big treasure, he guessed it right away. Fu Sigan's eyes lit up, and he began to think whether telling the truth would scare Feng Tinghan.

"But how is this possible." Feng Tinghan took a sip of the porridge and smiled softly, "Master, you read too many scriptures, so you make up stories to amuse me? If you want me to forgive you for hurting me, go straight That's right, there is no need to be like this, after all, I know that Master has difficulties."

You know what a ghost!

Fu Sigan was so angry that he was half dead, and he was still unable to attack. Feng Tinghan's words had already shown his attitude. Who would believe the explanation of one body and two souls, so no matter whether it was Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable who hurt someone today, Fu Sigan could only take this Take things down.

Seeing that the person in front of him looked so depressed that he couldn't get angry, Feng Tinghan felt a burst of joy in his heart. He naturally believed in the theory of the soul, which he saw with his own eyes, and what Fu Siqian said today can be regarded as validating his guess.

But believe it or not, this is not the best time to reveal everything, whether it is Fu Siqian's soul secret, or the truth that he suddenly changed back to Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable today to attack him.

To step on this person's bottom line, it would be best to use the injury to pinpoint him, and it would not be too late to explain after all the dust settled.

Feng Tinghan put this matter aside for the time being, and turned to think about the information he got from Yunbuwen. The traitor among the 31 doors has not been found yet, and the only clue left is Zuihuayin. Jiang family.

Let Yun Buwen find Yun Tianxueyue, he can also use the injury to force the person in front of him not to pursue what happened in Wanlang Pavilion, just in time to go to Jiang's house.

After making up his mind, Feng Tinghan opened his mouth: "Master, there is something weird about the wine in Wanlang Pavilion. I challenged Yun Buwen and found that the matter of Baijingtu is related to Huaiyinjiang family."

Fu Siqian understood that he was explaining about Wanlang Pavilion, and replied, "Jiang's house in Huaiyin? There is nothing wrong with going there."

The author has something to say: Mr. Feng: Pretending to be ignorant.

Fu Bao: I dare not speak with trepidation.

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