Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

"I thought you would ask me first why the name 'Feng Zhiyuan' and the Battle of Feng Yuan were erased?"

Yan Junxing seemed to glance at him unintentionally. Compared with when he first came to Jiaolin Diehai, the golden light on the ice coffin has melted more than half. If it continues at this speed, the soul will merge with the body in a short time.

Fu Siqian's spirit became more and more solid, and he could even see the irony on his face when he raised his eyebrows: "Do you know why?"

Yan Junxing: "... I don't know."

Fu Sigan had an expression of "I guessed it would be like this", and his words revealed disgust: "Even if you are from the Yuan clan, you can't live for thousands of years. I guess you also pieced together what happened back then." , some things are not even as clear as I know."

Yan Junxing said angrily, "You know so well, why do you ask me?"

"I know what I have experienced, what's wrong with that?" Fu Siqian gave him a very strange look, "Can't you Yuan people understand human language? What I'm asking is why you know those things, what have you experienced I don't know."

Yan Junxing was choked by his words, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it: "Forget it, you are old, I won't argue with you about this, as for why I know, haven't you already given the answer before?" ?"

"what?"

Fu Siqian was really puzzled this time, when did he give the answer?Seeing Yan Junxing's face determined not to speak, Fu Siqian also gave up seeking answers from him, and recalled the past on his own.

Ever since he came to Jiaolin Diehai, he had no other companions. He and Yan Junxing chatted more or less every day. Thanks to his natural wisdom, Fu Siqian had a good memory, and he could remember all the words in his mind within a quarter of an hour. I passed it once.

"It is said that the commanding person is the servant of Changye Xinggang, the darling of the heavens, who can change fate against the sky, write the trajectory of everything in the world for the stars, and can also calculate the fate, but all of this depends on their magic weapon "Fu Siqian finished slowly, and said firmly, "You are a descendant of the commander, and you have Liulihao."

Yan Junxing turned his backhand upwards, and a jade white brush shining with starlight appeared out of thin air, and the brilliance flowed in it, shining dazzlingly: "I can't count it as a descendant. I just took out the things passed down from my family and used them. I wanted to refute your words before. Although we have Liulihao, we are not commanding people."

Fu Siqian stared at the glass hair silently, and asked for a while, "Isn't it the commanding officer?"

"Everyone in the world says that commanding people are the darlings of heaven, the ones who can engrave their names on the Changye Xinggang." Yan Junxing turned the glass hair in his hand, and said with a disdainful sneer, "I violated my oath and betrayed the people who gave them birth." What is the noble meaning of commanding people, it is not as magnanimous as my Yuan clan."

Seeing that Fu Siqian remained silent for a long time, only looking at the Liulihao, who seemed to be quite interested, Yan Junxing threw the Liulihao in his direction indifferently: "I'm not a commanding person, I can't use this thing, So I don't know if it's true or not about changing fate against the sky to calculate fortune."

In Fu Siqian's memory, there is a fragment about Liu Lihao. At that time, he was also accompanied by a commanding person, a real commanding person, who seemed to be called Qian Youwu. Ren is one of the most outstanding people in the batch, and enjoys the absolute right to speak.

Fu Siqian looked at it for a while, but didn't see any tricks, and threw it to Yan Junxing again: "Aren't you talking about how you know about things in ancient times? How did you get involved in Liulihao?"

"Isn't this the God of War of the North Sea, you mentioned Liulihao first?" Yan Jun spread his hands.

Fu Siqian froze, the title of "Northern Sea God of War" sounded a little dubious, and it always made him feel that it was a match for Yan Junxing's title of "Three Young Masters", and he felt awkward when he heard it.

Before he could speak, Yan Junxing said again: "But it is indeed related to Liulihao. Although there is no way to use it, I can see the memories of my ancestors in ancient times, including the God of War in the North Sea, which is you. And the matter with the devil in Wugou City."

Fu Siqian asked seemingly unintentionally: "What's the matter? Is there a lover in the world?"

Yan Junxing: "..."

Can you show off a little, bitch?It's not over yet.

"I can't see much, only some scattered fragments. Putting it all together is probably after the battle of Fengyuan, you went crazy for some reason, and set off the battle of killing gods, killing all the gods and Buddhas in the sky—"

Fu Siqian interrupted him: "Wait a minute, you don't need to read these things to know them. There are at least hundreds of versions of the records and rumors. Let's just talk about the main points."

Yan Junxing: "..."

Legend has it that the God of War in the North Sea is noble and indifferent, who is this thing in front of him? !

Yan Junxing swallowed this breath, and said according to his meaning: "Shortly after the battle of Zhushen, Feng Zhiyuan came back to life, killed all the people who commanded orders, and then went to Mt. For Mr. Shushu's Qian Youwu—"

"Wait!" Fu Siqian suddenly said, "You mean Qian Youwu?"

The displeasure of being interrupted disappeared, and Yan Junxing's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested: "Why, do you know this person?"

Fu Siqian frowned and nodded: "Qian Youwu seems to be one of my subordinates."

"Hahahahahaha, so it is so, so it is so." Yan Junxing clapped his hands and laughed, his brows were full of absurd sighs, "Thanks to you, as the God of War in the North Sea, you are also a pawn at the mercy of others. I only found out today that the letter Zhiyuan is really blind for liking you, the battle of Fengyuan should really be the battle of Fengyuan!"

Fu Sigan's face turned dark. What he can't stand now is being questioned about his relationship with Feng Zhiyuan, but Yan Junxing obviously knows something that he wants to know but doesn't know. He can only ask with suppressed anger: "what do you mean?"

Yan Junxing looked at him with sympathy, shrugged his shoulders, and said viciously: "It's not interesting, but this scene is so interesting, I suddenly don't want to chat with you anymore."

Fu Siqian, who always took the initiative to cut off the topic: "..."

Seeing him deflated, Yan Junxing was in a better mood, and comforted him with good intentions: "Don't worry too much, anyway, you have done what you should and shouldn't do. It's all old things thousands of years ago, and you can't make up for it if you dig it out now. .”

When Fu Siqian heard this, his heart skipped a beat. It must be something bad to remedy.

These three sons are really good at comforting people!

After a while, Yan Junxing suddenly said: "I thought about it, there is something I can tell you to make you happy. When Feng Zhiyuan found my ancestor, somehow he helped him acquire the ability to use Liulihao, and Ask him to write a story."

Fu Siqian raised his ears: "What story?"

"Liu Lihao probably really has the powerful power to write the fate of all living beings." Yan Junxing sighed with regret, "What other story can it be? Of course it will reincarnate you from generation to generation, and then kill you a thousand or eight hundred times."

Fu Siqian's expression froze, and a scene popped up in his mind: he was standing on a high-rise building and was strangled by Feng Zhiyuan, and the man said viciously, "You will never escape, you owe me this."

Yan Junxing was surprised and said: "Why do you look like you have been poked at the center of the matter? I made up the second half of the sentence casually. Could it be true? He really killed you a thousand or eight hundred times?"

"..."

Fu Siqian didn't know if he had been killed a thousand or eight hundred times, but he speculated from that clip that he had been killed in all likelihood, and he was not sure how many times he had been killed.

Yan Junxing seemed to hear some joke, he laughed so hard, as if he was about to slap him.

Fu Siqian snorted heavily: "Just laugh for a while, don't laugh yourself to death, but did you take the wrong medicine today? How could you be so kind and tell me these things."

The laughter gradually stopped, leaving only a short gasp. Yan Junxing sighed faintly: "You can treat me as a dying person, and your words are good."

The two sides were speechless, Fu Siqian thought of Yan Junxing's motives for planning all this, probably the person in front of him had already made a plan to use his life to revive the cherished person.

From this point of view, he was extremely lucky. Although the war between good and evil and Feng Zhiyuan were due to misunderstanding, they both lived well, and they could go on together in the world without having to separate themselves from Yin and Yang.

Thinking of this, Fu Siqian felt sore and uncomfortable in his heart, throbbing with pain.

After all, what happened in the Great War between Good and Evil is a memory that he doesn't want and dare not touch.

After the old master Yin made the decision to search Jiang Wuyi's soul, Jiang Qingru stopped him like crazy. It was unbearable for the only elders to be treated like this.

The people in the hall stopped him, and he was speechless with the results of the soul search. The little Fenghuang of the Jiang family screamed and wailed, and immediately broke out of the residence, and everyone couldn't find it.

Three days later, it was time to gather people to attack Wuji Mountain. Because he showed his power to cover the sun at the banquet, everyone in the station thought they had something to rely on, and they were all eager to try, expecting great wealth from everyone in the Demon Realm.

Fu Siqian didn't think too much about it, the orthodox Demon Realm was no different in his eyes, but he didn't mind taking his little love for a stroll, as a right to see a play.

A lot of things happened in the Jiang family before, and there were some problems that existed in the past. He always wanted to find an opportunity to ask Feng Tinghan, but things happened one after another, and they were never finished.

Fu Siqian looked at the two people in front of him with disgust, and controlled himself not to slap him: "You two can't find a place to hang out by yourself, so you have to join in the fun with others?"

Qu Guizhu snickered twice, and pushed the awkward little Qinglong out: "It's Yinsu who wants to discuss with you the matter of shading the sun, and I'm here with him."

Feng Tinghan glanced at her, then curled his lips calmly: "Then let them discuss it, I just have something to ask you."

Yin Su was confused: "???"

Fu Sigan's head was full of black lines: "..."

Seeing that his master had something to do with Qu Guizhu, Yin Su bite the bullet and said, "I am, I want to ask about Zheri. In the Jiang family before, the strength you used is not like your original strength."

Fu Sigan was still about to ask Feng Tinghan about it, but he immediately attracted his attention when he heard this. Regarding the power of Zheri, he has been wondering for the past two days, although he guessed that Zheri might have formed a seal with him Magical artifact, but otherwise he has no clue.

"What can you see?"

Yinsu took a deep look at him: "I didn't see much, only vaguely felt a little familiar, I was far away at the time, and I didn't really touch it, so I don't know if it's because of you or because of that sword, anyway It's something I haven't felt in you before."

Fu Siqian pondered for a long while, then patrolled around the Dantian Lingfu. The rich golden light was mixed with a trace of red, and he was lying still peacefully: "You feel familiar, what do you mean?"

Yinsu had a weird expression on his face, muttered a few words in a low voice, then frowned and shook his head: "Impossible, it's nothing, it should be my illusion."

Fu Siqian was confused by these vague words, and just as he was about to ask more questions, he received a sound transmission talisman from Le Zhengcheng, asking him to hurry over to discuss the matter of attacking Wuji Mountain. Fu Siqian had no choice but to let Yinsu follow suit. Hearing Han's words, he left first.

The attack on Wuji Mountain gathered the forces of various sects. They knew very little about the affairs of the Demon Realm. The only news came from a few months ago. , They have no understanding of the current situation in the Demon Realm and the people who attacked the various sects.

Fu Sigan listened for a long time with his forehead resting on his forehead, and then he heard them chattering about how the Demon Realm was doing, without mentioning anything useful: "Having said so much, do you want to attack it in a fair manner, or find a group of people to sneak up and try it out?" Fan?"

Someone rubbed his nose and replied embarrassedly: "The Immortal Venerable is right, but we still don't know the strength of the demon world, so we haven't decided what to do."

Fu Siqian silently rolled his eyes in his heart: "Then how are you going to figure out the strength of the Demon Realm? You didn't come up with a charter. Could it be that you are going to wait for the people in the Demon Realm to compile their own strength into a book?" , can I send it to you again?"

"It's not like that, we..."

Fu Siqian waved his hand, too lazy to listen to their nonsense: "Whether to attack directly or what, you use your own ideas, and react that I will directly take my apprentice back to the Broken Jade Palace."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, regardless of Le Zhengcheng's persuasion, and did not participate in the discussion of their battle plan.

Because of this, Fu Siqian missed everyone's final plan.

In these three days, if he wanted to get to Mount Wuji from here, he had to use his sword non-stop. Le Zhengcheng arranged for two flying boats to be used as means of transportation for Yaoshenzhuang and the others.

Yaoshenzhuang is full of doctors, and there are very few people who practice medicine like Yin Ci.

In the eyes of this group of people, Qu Guizhu was a favorite. He was surrounded by people from morning to night and asked about this and that. Finally, he was free, and was dragged to chat with the old owner Yin about the current common detoxification methods.

Yin Su was speechless, and turned his head to look for Feng Tinghan, but found that his master and the apprentice were gone.

Beyond the flying boat, above the sky.

Fu Siqian insisted on walking with the wind and listening to the cold sword, recalling the past romantic years in a good name: "Look at the city below, does it look like the city where I took you to... to eat wontons and buy pots and pans?" ?”

"That city is at the foot of Wuji Mountain, hundreds of thousands of miles away from here." Feng Tinghan took out his hand in his underwear very indifferently, and sneered, "But when Master said that, I just remembered Well, those pots and pans were bought back and were useless a few times. You asked me to cook by myself, threw me next to Duanhun Cliff and smoked it in Sanqiu, and by the way, put me in the lake at the back of Suiyu Palace Throw it, tsk."

Fu Siqian was so guilty of his words, and felt that he wanted to settle accounts after the fall, he smiled dryly a few times: "At that time, it wasn't... Then what are you, besides, it was the first time I accepted Disciple, I don’t know how to treat my disciple.”

As he spoke, his hand that was taken out touched it back as it was. Through a thin layer of underwear, he could feel the hot and flexible skin under his palm, from the bones to the flesh. The taste was so delicious that he wished he could eat it thoroughly. thorough.

Feng Tinghan was not so good, the guy behind him was cold, his hands were as cold as a piece of ice that would not melt for a thousand years, he was so cold that he almost jumped off the sword, but he was hit by the hand on his waist. Take it back.

Because of this, he was hugged full.

The blade of the sword trembled for a while, leading the two of them to dive down from the sky, and then suddenly pulled up again. They didn't want to fly on a smooth route, so they had to find something exciting.

All in all, all in all, Feng Tinghan was held in the arms of the people behind him like this, unable to move an inch away.

Fu Sigan rested his chin on his shoulder, and because of the proximity, the warm words were not blown away by the wind, and all of them were poured into Feng Tinghan's earworms: "Baby, what secret did you not tell me?"

Hearing the words, Feng Tinghan tilted his head, and was bumping into a pair of smiling eyes. He was obviously planning to confess, and was thinking about what to do to bring people back to the Demon Realm, but seeing Fu Sigan's appearance, he was playing tricks in his heart I couldn't hold back anymore.

Leaning in the arms of the person behind him, Feng Tinghan half-closed his eyes, and smiled lazily: "What's the secret? Is it the secret of whether you like Master or not?"

"Is this still a secret?" Fu Siqian smiled smugly, thinking of something, "At Jiang's house before, I seemed to hear someone say they love me, do you know who it is?"

Feng Tinghan's ears felt hot, and he snorted pretending to be reserved: "How would I know, maybe it's the little love raised by Master outside."

The smile in Fu Sigan's eyes deepened, and he actually thought about it very seriously: "That's probably a little lover raised outside, with sharp claws and a wild temper, and occasionally likes to act like a spoiled little lover."

Feng Tinghan's eyes widened, he raised his hand and patted it back, it really looked like a cat with sharp claws scratching someone: "You, what are you talking about, you can't raise it by yourself, but you have to... You still want to say it out! Could it be that you want to imitate such a heartless person, who—”

Xu Shi remembered what the second half of the sentence was, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Fu Siqian laughed softly, and said in a low voice: "It's not that the wives of dross don't go to court. What I want is the happiness of everyone. If you want, you will be my wife. At most, Xiaoqinger is a concubine. If you don't like me If you are happy, you can turn him from a concubine into a bed-warming darling, it's up to you."

A wife for a while, a concubine for a while, and a favorite for a while, no matter how thick-skinned Feng Tinghan is, he couldn't hold back anymore, turned his head, buried his face on Fu Siqian, and said, "Do as I want." What's more, I messed with it and cleaned it up by myself."

Under the sky and sky, the occasional wind brought the corners of the clothes fluttering, and the fragrance of pine and bamboo lingered, obviously it was the smell of pure heart and concentration, and the two of them knew each other well, but they wanted to play different tricks.

It really has a different taste.

Fu Siqian pressed the man into his arms, exerting great strength on his arms, which made Feng Tinghan's waist ache, and a little panic arose in his heart, as if he wanted to merge into the flesh and blood of the person behind him.

"Of course I clean it up myself." Fu Siqian suppressed the emotions in his heart, and gently vomited out the ups and downs of his mind, "Whether it's a wife, concubine, or pet, I have to clean it up myself. What do you think? Better start?"

Feng Tinghan was a little confused by his stranglehold, and couldn't turn his head: "I think? Why should I think?"

The answer given by the person behind him was to grab his ear and whisper eagerly: "Because everyone is you, wife is you, concubine is you, darling is you, whichever you want to be first, we will come first." Which, everyone has something to do, take your time, let's try one by one and finish it."

Lord Mozun, who has been in charge of the Demon Realm for many years, was stunned for a moment, almost stunned by this answer, he reacted belatedly, he seemed to have dug a hole for himself, and it was obvious what these three identities were going to do.

The people in the devil world are more open, although Feng Tinghan has never done this kind of thing before, he was curious about it, and once he got interested, he directly dragged Yan Fangshi to the Chu Pavilion in the brothel, and commented on the live erotic palace.Later, his right protector had a heart, specially collected a bunch of different albums and sent them to the magic palace, male and female, male and male, with words but without words, bold and delicate, everything that one expects to find.

So much so that when Feng Tinghan thought of that incident now, hundreds of pictures of various shapes and colors appeared in his mind.

next to each other?Do it one by one?Feng Tinghan felt that he probably had to bow down to the world.

Fu Siqian didn't know what he was thinking, he just licked the earball in his mouth, lost his interest, and leaned towards the side of the red ear, and let out a series of wet and hot kisses: "Tell me, my darling wants to Which one to do first?"

I don't want to! Hey!

Feng Tinghan's eyelids were half-drooped, his long eyelashes flickered, the heat from his ears made his whole body go limp, he was slightly flustered, he only knew how to hook the reckless hands inside his outer shirt with soft hands, and rubbed them flatteringly Ceng: "I don't want to do any of them, I want to be the master's treasure——"

His voice was interrupted, and his hand was held back by the man. They walked through the clouds, accompanied by the breeze.

Fu Siqian leaned on his shoulder and sighed softly, his hoarse voice sounded extremely ambiguous: "It would be great if I could... rub you into my bones, so that I won't miss you all the time, afraid of this or that."

The people behind stopped making trouble, Feng Tinghan broke away from the misty feeling after a short break, with a deep smile on his brows and eyes: "No, no one will accompany Master if you rub it into the bone, those three I like four, five, six, seven, eight, and I can see that Master is very fond of it."

But it's hard to be satisfied, so much that he can't wait to pamper this person in the sky, and without showing it, Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows: "Is it still three four five six seven eight taels? After such a long time, can't it be raised?"

After all the fuss just now, they had already been overtaken by the distance they had surpassed the flying boat. Feng Tinghan glanced at the little green dragon on the flying boat who was staring at him closely, and jumped onto the flying boat with his sword on his toes.

He looked back and lifted his chin, and said with a smile: "If it is too full, you will lose money. Let's raise it to nine taels, and it will be a good omen for a long time."

The word "Jiujiu" burned Fu Sigan's heart, and he couldn't hold back his smile for a long time.

On the day when Wuji Mountain was agreed to attack, Le Zhengcheng led them to meet with people from other sects, and gathered the news together. Only then did they know that not only Wuji Mountain, but also all sects have been attacked in the past few days. The attacks by the people in the demon world have not yet counted the casualties.

Fu Siqian glanced over and saw many familiar faces.

Rumors are like letters with wings, they can fly all over the sky without deliberately spreading them. The story of him following the wind and Tinghan has already spread, and as soon as it landed, he received a lot of pointing eyes.

The two of them didn't care at all, they should be biting their ears, Fu Siqian caught a glimpse of a person from the corner of his eye, dragged Feng Tinghan and went there, saying that he saw an old acquaintance.

Feng Tinghan looked in the direction, oh, it really is an old acquaintance, a group of people from Zangjian Peak, the most eye-catching one is Qi Shuyun.

Qi Shuyun looked at the hands that the two held together, and his expression was a little unsightly. Neither he nor Jiang Qingru looked down on such a relationship between master and student, but he was smarter than Feng Tinghan, and he was more understanding of the world. But did not say anything.

Looking at his expression, Feng Tinghan suddenly remembered that they went from Jiangyang to the capital together, and immediately turned cold, shaking his arms to shake Fu Siqian's hand away.

Fu Siqian: "?"

Feng Tinghan snorted angrily, resolutely refusing to tell what he saw before, partly because he felt that he might have misunderstood something, partly because he was afraid that he hadn't misunderstood something, in short, the combination of half and half will not affect him Sour and jealous.

Fu Siqian only thought that he was having a temper tantrum, held his hand tightly again, and forcefully pulled him towards Qi Shuyun.

Feng Tinghan: "?"

Could it be that there was a misunderstanding, otherwise why did you have to go to Qi Shuyun?

Fu Siqian looked at Qi Shuyun, with a smug smile dripping from the corners of his eyes and brows: "After thinking about it, I still have to say sorry to you."

Feng Tinghan: "!"

Before Feng Tinghan could ask a question, Fu Siqian raised the hands they were holding, feeling a little emotional: "Before you said that I miss my apprentice, it is true, you also said that Tinghan has thoughts about me, Now that I think about it, I was right. I beat you up for this, but now that I think about it, it is really unreasonable, and I feel very guilty in my heart."

Qi Shuyun: "..."

Where the hell are you feeling guilty?You clearly came here to show off in the name of being sorry!

Fu Siqian felt that this would make Qi Shuyun, who was coveting his apprentice, retreat in spite of the difficulties. He said sorry but didn't apologize seriously, and left with Feng Tinghan, completely ignoring Qi Shuyun's cracked expression.

He didn't see anyone on the way up the mountain, and when he arrived at the Hall of Sages, Feng Tinghan was still thankful that he didn't tell what he had misunderstood, feeling Fu Siqian's tone just now in his heart, the more he smacked, the happier he became.

"Kowtow to the Lord."

The loud voice brought Feng Tinghan back to his senses, a group of people suddenly appeared in the Hall of Sages, and they all knelt at his feet.

The author has something to say: Now is the timeline of the war between good and evil, when the horse is in the middle.