Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Regardless of whether he is the legendary scourge or not, Fu Siqian will decide.

Feng Zhiyuan was reclining on the soft couch, the huge magic palace was empty, he played with the blue light flickering between his fingers, and thoughtfully recalled what happened in the great battle between good and evil three months ago, his eyes were dim .

On Mount Wuji that day, the man spoke out his name and confessed the fact that he came from another world. He thought he had secretly made plans.

"Fu Siqian... for hundreds of millions of years, throw everything away."

Feng Zhiyuan sighed softly, and the scene of that day inevitably appeared in his mind.

"Trust me, I'll come to you."

After saying this, Fu Siqian pushed him away, picked up the sunshade, and faced the tribulation thunder above the nine heavens.

The tribulation thunder was as thick as a pillar, crackling and emitting sparks, as if it had opened its bloody mouth, about to devour the world.

Zheri is known as the Excalibur, and Yinsu once said that the Zheri sword contains the power to destroy the sky and the earth.

At this time, the power that can destroy the world and the power of the origin of the way of heaven competed, and a rare spectacle broke out in a century.

One ebbs and the other ebbs and flows, canceling each other out.

Under the impact of Jielei, the golden light on the Excalibur continued to grow, and the powerful force escaping from the sword wiped away part of Jielei.

They are like two extreme forces, rebelling against each other's existence, and there is only one result when they meet: either the thunder devours the sun, or the sun annihilates the thunder.

Fu Siqian was dressed in white, holding the sword in his left hand and never retreating. His right arm was hanging by his side, his bones were bony, and his flesh and blood had been whipped off by Feng Tinghan with Jiu Mie whip.

The wide hem of his clothes was ignited by the sparks splashed by the thunder, and in the dark clouds that covered the sun, the flames scorched the fabric, leaving behind a string of traces with black edges.

Feng Tinghan was furious in his heart, and he was very ungrateful for this man's self-assertion. He would rather drag Fu Siqian to die together than Fu Siqian to seek death just to save him.

What's more, there are two swords left by Zheri on his heart, even if he escapes the robbery, he will not be able to survive.

So when Fu Siqian gritted his teeth and fought against the tribulation thunder, a blue light suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision. He was already tightly wrapped by black clouds, and he couldn't see any light around him. The blue light seemed to explode from the sky, bringing The light and heat, which is beyond the reach of everything in the world, just broke into his sight like this.

!!!

Fu Siqian's eyes widened immediately, and winding blood flowed down the corners of his eyes—"Wind! Listen! Cold!"

What he should have thought of was that his little apprentice was someone so soft-hearted that he would drag him to die together, how could he just watch him fight against Jie Lei.

In the huge, tyrannical haze, Feng Tinghan sent him light, followed by countless blue lights, which shared part of the power that almost crushed Fu Siqian.

He was supposed to be a visitor from another world who died suddenly and forever in this contest with heaven, but because of this, he gave birth to a sincere hope of rebirth as a human being.

Fu Siqian was actually not sure in his heart. Although he guessed that he had his own body and identity in this world, it was not clear whether he could get it back after his death. On this robbery.

There was a lot of blood on Feng Tinghan's lips, he smiled strangely, at first glance it was uglier than crying, and he said intermittently: "Master, are you... want to abandon me?"

Fu Siqian couldn't bear it in his heart, he was even willing to climb back from hell for this person, how could he want to give up, but blood gushed out of his mouth when he opened his mouth, and he couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

Feng Tinghan's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of viciousness, and he said like a curse: "I won't let you leave me, no matter in this life or the next, you won't even think about it."

Above the clouds, Jiu Mie suddenly burst into a strong light, which overwhelmed the light covering the sun for a while, faintly fighting against the tribulation thunder.

Feng Tinghan's body began to overflow with a large amount of devilish energy, which was mixed with something, and the slightest strands did not look like devilish energy, and condensed into dozens of thick and long tentacles in mid-air, fiercely To the ground.

I saw a steady stream of spiritual power pouring into his body, and the Wuji Mountain, which had absorbed the original power, shook violently, and the howling sound like a wild beast came from the ground, like a long-suppressed roar, and like being disturbed displeasure.

"Feng Ting Han, stop!"

Le Zhengcheng's complexion changed drastically, and the sword energy was divided into several strands, slashing towards the tentacles formed by the mist.

No, you can't let him continue, Wuji Mountain can't be destroyed because of this.

As the tentacles absorbed more and more power, people from various sects gradually realized that something was wrong. The spiritual power in their bodies seemed to be suppressed, and their instincts drove them to surrender to the unknown.

The threat from the source of life caused more and more people to take action. They no longer had a spectatorial attitude and joined the plan to stop Feng Tinghan from continuing.

Zhao Zhengyang cursed several times in succession, reluctantly followed the steps of the crowd, his eyes of resentment flicked across the two people in mid-air, and finally fell on Le Zhengcheng who was not far away, like a spitting out letter. The poisonous tongue has been watching for a long time, as if it is about to bite the throat of the prey in the next second.

The tribulation thunder in the mid-air is getting thicker and thicker, it no longer looks like a tribulation thunder that would appear only after crossing the tribulation and ascending, but more like the punishment of destruction.

If this calamity thunder falls, not to mention all of them, the entire Wuji Mountain will be razed to the ground.

The masked man staggered, his eyes showed obsession, he looked at the scene in the air caused by the collision and intertwining of multiple forces, and sighed softly: "It's so beautiful, it looks like the battle of Changlan before, if you can see It would be good if the blood stained half the sky."

Behind him, a figure appeared quietly, with gauze-wrapped wrists thin and treacherous, grabbing the man's throat at a tricky angle: "I caught you, little guy from the Yuan clan."

It was an extremely pleasant voice, with the beauty of intertwining and colliding broken jade and cold spring, remote and arrogant, with a slightly hoarse texture.

Even though he was strangled by the throat, the masked man didn't react too much, instead he gave a low laugh: "Your Excellency, don't you use a knife this time?"

At the beginning, he stabbed a knife into the body of the handsome youth of the Xiaoyao League, and dropped Nianhua neatly and without any hesitation.

The man's answer was a two-finger twist.

"Your Excellency is elusive. You hurt people and steal things. It's fine if you don't say sorry. Why do you want to kill people as soon as you come up?"

A laughing voice came from behind, and the masked man whose throat should have been crushed to death somehow turned into a dead branch, and the real person appeared behind him safe and sound.

The loose robe was taken off, and the masked person revealed a sparse face, like the faint green smoke under the spring rain of apricot blossoms, showing an almost transparent jade color, and the light green thousand-layered gauze followed him Approaching and stagnating in the air, like a group of thin clouds that are about to disperse, lingering around the wrist like dusk.

He shook his fan, clasped his knuckles lightly, and looked at the person who approached silently in front of him indifferently.

If the righteous people who were busy stopping Feng Tinghan stopped to take a look, they would definitely recognize this person as Yan Junxing, the Changling Immortal who had been missing for many days in Wuji Mountain.

The slender wrist struck again, and the strike was like lightning, but Yan Junxing dodged it lightly: "Who is your Excellency, who is under attack again and again, can you tell me the reason?"

It was still such a moving voice, but it said extremely unpleasant words: "You shouldn't live in this world."

Yan Junxing was stunned for a moment and then laughed, as if hearing some shocking joke: "Should we live in this world, your Excellency's words don't count."

The man took a deep look at him, and his face was blurred with magic spells: "Extinct alien race, you deserve to die in that natural disaster."

"Natural disaster?" Yan Junxing's expression suddenly changed, and a few thin needles shot out from the fan, piercing the air and heading towards the man, "Where is there any natural disaster, it is clearly some people's trick!"

The tribulation thunder suddenly strikes in the distance, Fu Siqian had already sensed it, he swung Feng Tinghan down in advance, and rushed into the tribulation thunder alone with Zheri.

He has a mortal body, unable to bear this overbearing power, most of his flesh and blood was swallowed by the thunder.

The person in front of Yan Junxing suddenly stopped his movements for some reason, and glanced at the sky from a distance, not even caring about the few thin needles piercing his body.

Not wanting to succeed in this attack, Yan Junxing was stunned for a moment before he realized that the person in front of him suddenly turned into a phantom, and a few thin needles fell on the ground, making a slight noise.

Before the man disappeared, Yan Junxing heard his extremely slight sigh: "Trash."

Feng Tinghan looked at the air furiously, he thought his attitude was obvious enough, but Fu Siqian dared to do that!

The demon king who was swung to the ground fell to the bottom of his heart in one breath, and the suppressed pain swept through his body. His eyes went dark, and finally he couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground.

As Feng Tinghan landed, the tentacles that had absorbed power disappeared, and the person who had been watching for a long time suddenly made a move, and the hidden weapon and sword shadow were thrown at Feng Tinghan at the same time: "Feng Zhiyuan, die!"

At the critical moment, Zhao Zhengyang lowered his head in disbelief, and on his chest, two long silver spears pierced through his chest. The tips of the spears flashed darkly, showing endless murderous aura.

Two white silks fell from the sky, and Jiang Jiu'an and Jiang Jiulan rushed directly in front of Zhao Zhengyang, pulled out the long spear, and then shot two more shots at Zhao Zhengyang's body indifferently.

If Fu Siqian was present, he would be very gratified. The sisters of the Jiang family have finally grown up.

Yan Fangshi came late, he rushed to Wuji Mountain when he received the news, Song Ruhuan gathered the crowd, he was worried about the affairs of Yanhua Tower, even though he took up the position of right protector, it was tantamount to being emptied.

As soon as he landed, Yan Fangshi saw Feng Tinghan lying in a pool of blood, and the blood hole in his heart made his eyes red.The usually dignified Lord Yan almost fell to his knees, he clenched his fists to restrain himself from crying out, he staggered and threw himself in front of Feng Tinghan, and brought the Yanhualou people who came with him to kneel down On the ground: "I am late."

On the surface, Yanhua Building belongs to the neutral faction in the cultivation world, and is famous for its huge news network. In fact, the owner of Yanhua Building, Yan Fangshi, is the right protector of the Demon Realm, and this Yanhua Building is also left by the Demon Venerable Feng Zhiyuan. A hole card.

The three caves of the cunning rabbit, whether it is the Mustard Seed Realm or the Yanhua Building, before Feng Tinghan has become Feng Tinghan, he is really a life-saving master.

Yanhua Building is a subordinate of the Demon Realm!

This news changed the face of all righteous cultivators around. No one cared about Zhao Zhengyang who had just been killed by Jiang Jiuan and Jiang Jiulan with two shots. Everyone was beating drums in their hearts, not for anything else, but because of the terrifying news network in Yanhualou .

Where in the world are there bright and bright people, but they hide deep enough.

The righteous way is no better than the Demon Realm, one by one is compared with the breeze and the bright moon, not to mention other things, it is the hidden information of all kinds collected in the Yanhua Tower, and it is accurate to release it.

At first I thought that Yanhualou was neither the righteous way nor the demon world, so I dared not release the news and do things that offended people, but now I suddenly learned that Yanhualou is the territory of the demon king Feng Zhiyuan, many people panicked God, staring at Yan Fang closely, thinking how to deal with him quietly.

Feng Tinghan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he was woken up by Yan Fangshi, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, and said helplessly, "Why are you crying, the deity is not dead yet."

He sat up from the ground and looked up into the sky. Just after a thunderstorm passed, the sky showed a little clear color, like the first rain after the rain.

A hole was opened in the clouds of Wumeng, and a bloody man appeared in the midair. Fu Siqian lowered his head and looked at Feng Tinghan for a long time, and then he suddenly smiled.

Like melting ice and snow, the sky is clear.

Feng Tinghan's heart skipped a beat, as if he realized something, he was about to fly forward while grabbing Jiu Mie.

Yan Fangshi suddenly threw himself on him, hugged his waist, and said angrily in a long voice: "My lord! My lord, look around, these are all people who came for you, don't you want to abandon them? ?”

If you die in battle, there is no complaint.

Feng Tinghan clenched his fists, and swept away the people in front of him one by one, whether it was the demon cultivators planned and brought by Song Ruhuan, or the Yanhualou people who followed Yan Fangshi.

He became the throne of the Demon Realm step by step from the Demon Cultivator, and forcibly seized the authority from the old Demon Venerable. Feng Zhiyuan represented not only the Demon Realm Lord, but also the belief in the hearts of all the Demon Cultivators.

Treat everyone equally and never give up.

"A Zhen."

Seriously injured by Zheri and Jielei, Feng Tinghan's voice was very soft, as if it would disappear into the air in the next second.

In Yan Fangshi, the small characters are Zhen.

Only one person could call his name. They were never just masters and servants. They were close friends who walked hand in hand in the dark years. Feng Zhiyuan saved his life back then, and Yan Fang always respected him in this life.

Yan Fangshi was stunned for a moment, then bit his lips tightly, this name was only called by the person in front of him when he had something to ask for.

He didn't want to hear what Feng Tinghan had to say next, but he had to.

"Ah Zhen, I'm sorry." Feng Tinghan opened the fingers on his waist one by one, he looked at the sky and smiled contentedly, "Ah Zhen, let me be self-willed for the last time."

Qingying set off a turbulent wave, and a huge hole appeared in midair. Feng Tinghan tore open the entrance of the Demon Realm with his bare hands, and sent all his subordinates into the Demon Realm.

He stood in front of the entrance, both like a god of death and a protector.

People who didn't want to let go of Moxiu kept rushing up, and he shot them away one by one. He said he was self-willed, but he didn't forget to ask for a way out for those who followed him.

No matter how strong he is, he can't withstand the successive attacks. He half-knelt on the ground, his body was covered with wounds from different magic weapons, but he never moved an inch from the entrance.

There was a rain of blood all over the world, and the person who carried the robbery thunder with his own strength shed blood and tears, his heart felt like a knife was twisted, and he wished to stand in front of him, suffer for him, and protect him from danger.

That was his little apprentice, he could leave obviously, but he was so afraid of pain.

That's the person he puts on top of his heart.

"what--"

The second tribulation thunder struck, and part of it landed in front of the Hall of Sages, directly smashing out a deep hole.

Everyone was startled suddenly, and they stared at the sky dumbfounded. The tribulation thunder was originally hidden among the dark clouds, and they couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture, but now they tore apart the clouds, revealing their real appearance.

"This tribulation thunder will destroy Wuji Mountain, let's go, get out of here quickly."

"What about Zhaoyuan Xianzun, and the devil?"

"Zhaoyuan Xianzun can't leave, he has to carry this calamity thunder, which was provoked by his apprentice."

"That's right, it's all his fault. If he hadn't taken that devil as his apprentice, the tribulation thunder wouldn't have landed on Mount Wuji."

"Kill the devil first, we can't let him live."

……

Fu Siqian clenched his teeth, the tribulation thunder carried a strong oppressive force, and he suddenly felt a feeling of being crushed out of his soul. Under this pressure, his five senses became more and more sharp, and he could clearly understand Seeing Feng Tinghan kneeling on the ground, he could count how many wounds his little apprentice had on his body, and at the same time, he could hear everyone's words clearly.

At that sudden moment, he suddenly thought to forget it, let the tribulation thunder fall, and let the group of people be buried together.

As if aware of the wavering in his heart, countless voices came out from the purple-black tribulation thunder, all of which were ridiculing and all of them were persuading.

Laugh at how shameless a group of people he saved, and persuade him to give up protecting the world.

"Those people are not worth it at all, let go, let everyone who hurt him die..."

Just let go of your hand and let this filthy world be destroyed.

Fu Siqian's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked down at the people at his feet, as if he had chewed their flesh and blood, and spat on them together: "You want me to protect you, is this how you treat my lover?"

He stared at the person next to Feng Tinghan, watching that person stabbing the long sword into Feng Tinghan's shoulder, piercing his heart.

"Wait, how dare you!"

Le Zhengcheng was stunned at the moment, he had never seen such a Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable, that person was indifferent and ruthless, even though he knew that the other party was with his apprentice, he didn't feel how serious the other party was in this relationship.

He thought it was just appropriate, Feng Tinghan just took advantage of the right time, place and people, that person like a banished fairy might get tired of it someday.

Otherwise, how could he stab Feng Tinghan with two swords after asking the answer, and the sword pierced through his heart.

Immortals are immortals, and it is impossible to be with people. The world of mortals is just a passing cloud, and in the end it is not about returning to the right way.

But at this time, the man was actually carrying the tribulation thunder, looked at the person who hurt Feng Tinghan furiously, and even called Feng Tinghan... his lover.

Le Zhengcheng's heart trembled, and he felt something inexplicable rise up from his heart, which burned hotly, making the corners of his eyes glow hot.

Perhaps, immortals will also be attached to the world of mortals.

Or, that person is not a fairy, he is just a Taoist, and now he has found his own world of mortals.

Ye Mingguang slashed at Feng Tinghan's feet with a sword, knocked away the cultivator who was sneaking up, and angrily scolded: "He is at the end of his strength, and there are people who will protect you from the thunder in the middle of the sky. Now, taking advantage of his danger, Are you really shameless for murdering your lover?"

The crowd on the side rose up and attacked: "This is the devil of the devil world, Mingguang Immortal Venerable has to open his eyes, he is not a good person!"

"That's right, we killed him to do justice for the heavens. As for the tribulation thunder, it was originally a debt owed by Zhaoyuan Xianzun."

Le Zhengcheng finally couldn't hear it, and forced everyone to retreat with his strong sword energy, and said in a deep voice: "There are differences between good and evil, but before righteousness, at least we should preserve our Dao heart. How can we self-proclaimed righteous people take advantage of others' danger? Regardless of Zhao Yuan's face, we must respect the loyal people who died in the war."

"What kind of loyal person is he, Feng Zhiyuan? Your Wuji Mountain is a nest of snakes and rats!"

"That's right, if you cut the weeds but don't get rid of the roots, there will be endless troubles. If you don't kill Feng Zhiyuan at this time, what should you do if he makes a comeback in the future?"

"So what?" Qi Shuyun suddenly laughed, "It's just an excuse, he has no strength to fight back, everyone is doing it now, just wanting to vent."

Le Zhengcheng closed his eyes and sighed, "I have to forgive others and forgive others."

A person of the righteous way, who takes saving the common people in the world as his duty, is the most chivalrous.

People of the righteous way are different from the demon world in that they are pure and kind, and they pursue the way all their lives.

A person of the righteous way acts upright and upright, with an upright style, and has a good reputation, known to women, children and children.

……

Yan Junxing laughed mockingly: "Hey, the so-called righteous way."

"Master, Master, Master..."

One sound after another broke the confined space and dispelled all the bewitching voices.

Fu Siqian's eyes are firm, and he is serious and firm every word: "Even though I don't love the world, I am willing to protect the world for him."

Feng Tinghan is the highest in his heart, and his only longing for the world.

"But you're right, they really aren't worth it."

Fu Siqian's voice was deep and cold, like ice floes under the severe cold of March [-], extremely deep and extremely cold.

He struggled to free his hand, allowing a trace of tribulation thunder to leak out, which happened to hit the Hall of Sages, smashing the magnificent hall into ashes.

The sudden explosion surprised everyone. They looked to the side in a daze. It was still in good shape just now, but now it has turned into a pile of scorched earth, revealing a trace of destruction.

The voice of gnashing teeth came from midair: "Whoever dares to hurt him again, today my deity will pull you to die together in this tribulation thunder!"

In some cases, threats are far more effective than persuasion. As soon as he finished speaking, those who wanted to attack Feng Tinghan jumped a few meters away.

Jie Lei was tyrannical, and I don't know if Immortal Zhao Yuan can hold it back. Seeing that they won't get any benefits, many people scolded and then retreated.

Feng Tinghan reluctantly opened his eyelids, looked at Ye Mingguang and Le Zhengcheng beside him, and sighed faintly: "I will not accept the love of you two."

If Fu Siqian was present, he would definitely be able to hear the faint smile in his words.

It's a pity that there is no one who can understand him at the moment.

Ye Mingguang frowned, and snorted, "I never thought of letting you take it."

After Ye Mingguang finished speaking, he turned around and left. Jiang Qingwan didn't leave. At this time, she followed Ye Mingguang and took a deep look at Feng Tinghan.

She doesn't sympathize with this person, and the demon king will never need anyone's sympathy.

Le Zhengcheng looked up at the sky and sighed, "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

The tribulation thunder will always fall, staying here is a dead end.

Feng Tinghan narrowed his eyes, blood dripped down his eyelashes, and a beautiful blood flower bloomed on the ground.

He said, "Immortal Lingyun should leave earlier."

Let's leave earlier, let's all leave, let us both stay together and face death together.

The entrance to the Demon Realm was forcibly torn open by Feng Tinghan. It is an irreversible entrance. It can only be entered from this side, and cannot come from the Demon Realm. Only then can it be closed.

Le Zhengcheng took a deep look at him, turned and left.

Feng Tinghan sat down on the ground, stroking the handle of Jiu Mie's whip, his gaze fixed in mid-air.

That person, agreed to die with him.

He saw Jie Lei descending rapidly, and a man in blood-colored clothes was coming towards him.

He opened his arms to embrace this person, only to be pushed away for a moment, scorching force poured into his chest, in a flash, a strong force overturned him and pushed him into the entrance behind him.

Feng Tinghan looked at Fu Siqian in disbelief, at the last moment when he fell into the entrance of the demon world, he saw the man smile at him, laughing arrogantly: "I don't want to die with you, so I can only live with you. "

"Honey, wait for me."

Fu Siqian raised his head from the ice coffin, he didn't dare to blink, for fear of shedding tears, and fear of seeing Feng Tinghan when he closed his eyes.

Afraid of seeing the desperate look on Feng Tinghan's face.

Yan Junxing is always going out recently, he is the only one in this Jiaolin Dihaihai, he is very boring, and the memory he recovers every day is limited, the rest of the time he spends thinking about the wind and listening to the cold, no, maybe it is time to change his mouth.

——That was his Feng Zhiyuan.

Most of the memories of the ancient times are long and boring. Fu Siqian sighed while recalling, not understanding how he endured that kind of life.

Although most of them are boring, there are also quite a lot of interesting things, and the source of interesting can only be one person.

At that time, Feng Zhiyuan was young and green, he looked like a real boy, different from the false Feng Tinghan in this life.

At that time, Feng Zhiyuan was the big disciple of Wugou City, he was very beautiful, he was often chased and intercepted by a group of women who couldn't tell the race, and he had to cover up every door when he went out, like a thief.

At that time, Feng Zhiyuan's temperament was very different from now, he was a person who dared to love and hate, he laughed and cursed, no matter what he looked like, he was very lively.

Fu Siqian recalled their first meeting, when he came out of the North Sea, he was still ignorant of the ways of the world, his face was as sullen as ice, as if he was born without joy or sorrow.

On the long street, he bumped into Feng Zhiyuan who was disguised as a woman.

That person has an extremely gorgeous face, even if she pretends to be a woman, it is not against harmony, on the contrary, she is charming and charming, with unparalleled elegance, dressed in red clothes like fire, so gorgeous and beautiful, Liuli, who is a commanding person, can't describe it Only the word "excellent color" can be summed up.

At that moment, everything in the world lost its color, only the fire was burning, and the young man's eyebrows were open, brighter than the spring in Beihai. Even he was overwhelmed by it at first sight, and was stunned for two seconds.

"I'm Feng Zhiyuan, what's your name?"

He spoke in a male voice, causing Fu Siqian to start again.

Born with spiritual wisdom, Fu Siqian was born from the raging waves of the North Sea, he flattened Kyushu with one sword, and was hailed as the "God of War in the North Sea" by the world. What a grand occasion, what a formidable enemy, he never frowned, but when he met Feng When the Yuan was stopped, he lost his mind one after another.

"I...I don't have a name."

After they got acquainted, Feng Zhiyuan asked his name several times, and Fu Siqian gave this answer helplessly.

He has no father or mother, and he is incapable of being called an elder in the world, so naturally no one gave him a name.

The world respects him, but keeps them at a distance. He understands it himself, so he never regards himself as a human being. As for the name that people want, it has nothing to do with him.

Feng Zhiyuan at that time can be described as carefree. The young man had never experienced wind and rain, and he had the best thoughts on everything. Hearing this, his eyes lit up: "Then let me give you a name!"

Beihai God of War didn't understand his thoughts, Feng Zhiyuan was just a child in front of him, no matter his age or temperament: "I don't need a name."

Feng Zhiyuan obviously didn't think so, he muttered to himself: "How can there be no need, everyone must have a name!"

He wanted to say that he was not human, but seeing Feng Zhiyuan so happy, he simply changed his words: "It's up to you."

This was the first time that the God of War in the North Sea had compromised, and he himself did not expect that from then on, he would have to compromise for the present one thousands of times.

Feng Zhiyuan was like a child who got candy, he took him happily to the bookstore to look through the classics, and finally made a very solemn decision: "Hundreds of millions of years, throwing everything at you, can I ask you to do it?"

Not knowing whether it was because of the name or the person in front of him, he smiled for the first time: "Okay."

He went to the sky and went to the earth, and the sea has changed, and this person has called him "Sgan" ever since.

In past and present lives, only Feng Zhiyuan had the right to call this name.

Fu Siqian raised his hand to cover his eyes, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips, he knew that his name "Fu Siqian" must have a special meaning.

Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and Feng Zhiyuan from the previous life gave him the best blessing.

The special meaning of "Fu Siqian" is Feng Zhiyuan.

There is a saying in the world outside the book that when you give a name, you establish a bond, which means that the party who gets the name belongs to you.

Thinking of this, Fu Siqian laughed even more. Feng Zhiyuan from his previous life gave him his name, and the two of them were tied together, and they had to cross the Sanshengshi Naihe Bridge together.

In the battle between good and evil, he took the initiative to throw Feng Tinghan into the demon world, and carried the tribulation thunder by himself. Now Feng Zhiyuan has woken up, but there has been no movement, presumably he must have been irritated.

If I know the past life again...

Fu Siqian didn't dare to imagine, he just silently prayed for his little apprentice to be soft-hearted, more soft-hearted, and don't let himself chase him for too long.

It takes too long for his spirit and body to merge, and he is afraid that he will not be able to control the eagerness in his heart. He wants to touch Feng Zhiyuan, wants to rub people into his arms, and wants to be better than everything they have ever done. go one step further.

If he couldn't be satisfied, he was afraid that he couldn't help but arrest him and lock him with a chain.

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyelids, looked around while looking at Yan Fang with disgust, and then walked in through the door, not knowing what's wrong with this man, the dignified Demon Realm right protector, like a thief: "What did you do wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just afraid that the dragon you released will catch me. I've been caught asking me this and that all day for the past two days, asking how I can help you manage that nest of evil spirits. He's a dragon so he doesn't need to rest. , but I’m a human!” Yan Fangshi took a long breath, pointed to his own eyes and complained, “Look under my eyes, there’s a circle of black and white, and every time I go out, there are messy demon cultivators asking me if I’m licentious Limitless!"

Feng Zhiyuan couldn't stop laughing, staring at the blue and black under his eyes, and tsk-tsk: "It really looks like a licentious one, it seems that the little fairy on Ah Zhen's couch is quite powerful."

Yan Fangshi's face darkened: "That little goblin is taller and stronger than me, no, than you."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, his tone full of lovelessness.

Feng Zhiyuan laughed enough, and mercifully followed his will: "I'll let Yinsu take that nest of monsters out for a stroll later, so I won't bother you, is that okay?"

Yan Fangshi nodded like pounding garlic: "Success!"

As he said that, he rolled his eyes, spread the things hidden in his bosom in front of Feng Zhiyuan, and smiled a few times like offering treasures.

Feng Zhiyuan's forehead twitched, on the one hand, it was because this person smiled too lewdly, on the other hand, it was because of the thing in front of him, what the hell is this? !

Black, as thick as a little finger, and a long one.

— More than ten roots.

"I heard that you have inquired about this. The color and thickness are according to your wishes. They are specially collected from various places, and they are well-kept. It will take a lot of effort for a master during the tribulation period to break free." Yan Fangshi picked up one of them, repeatedly He kept admiring, "If it is supplemented with spiritual power, it can completely lock people up."

Yan Fangshi actually gave him more than ten chains!

Feng Zhiyuan really wanted to whip this person out of the hall, who let this troublesome thing out, Yinsu, let that stupid dragon with excess energy chat with Yan Fangshi for a few days A few nights.

After talking about all the charming thoughts of this guy, it's enough to die with all the "fineness"!

Save it as a demon.

Yan Fangshi didn't know what Feng Zhiyuan was thinking at all, and he didn't know that the grace he had tried so hard to obtain was about to be wasted. He only felt in his heart that he was a well-deserved caring person of Lord Mozun, thoughtful and thoughtful.

Pretty!

So when Yinsu came here after receiving Feng Zhiyuan's call, Yan Fangshi was still dreaming of getting rid of the energetic little Qinglong, looking at Yinsu who made her weak and weak was much pleasing to the eye, not to mention, this little girl Qinglong is quite handsome.

Feng Zhiyuan expressionlessly pulled the chain on the couch into Chaosi, it's not good to keep this thing outside, what should I do if I teach the underage Xiaolong to be broken?

Yin Su rushed in happily: "Master, are you looking for me?"

Feng Zhiyuan nodded, and sneered: "Enough rest, let's take people around the various sects, except Wuji Mountain, go around, it's a gift for the deity."

Xiao Qinglong blinked: "Gifts? Why did the master give them gifts?"

"This 'gift' is not what you thought it would be." Yan Fangshi gritted his teeth, obviously remembering how those people hurt Feng Zhiyuan during the war between good and evil, and said fiercely, "There are quite a few of those sects People, you have stabbed swords and thrown knives at your master, why do you think it took you three months to be released, is it because your master was seriously injured by them, almost unable to wake up, and has been in a coma for a hundred days."

Yin Su had heard from Qu Guizhu about the battle between good and evil, but Qu Guizhu hid quickly after snatching the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha in order to avoid the masked man, and didn't dare to show up until Yan Fangshi brought someone over.

In the end, before he saw anything, he was packed and thrown into the Demon Realm. The only thing he knew was that Feng Zhiyuan was seriously injured, and he woke up from a coma for a hundred days, and walked through the gate of hell.

It wasn't until this moment that Yin Su could piece together some generalizations from Yan Fangshi's words, and just this little bit was enough for him to feel remorse and anger: "Damn them, they dare to hurt Master like this, it's all because I didn't protect Master by his side."

Yan Fangshi continued to add fuel to the flames: "You can't stop it even if you are here, all the sects are on the same side, your master was injured by the robbery, and left to protect us, so he lost the power to fight back. But those people Still refusing to give up, they shot together, and in the end, they poked holes in the Lord's body with a sword..."

As Yan Fangshi was talking, he remembered that when Feng Zhiyuan was thrown in through the entrance, there was no good place on his body, and the wounds from countless magic tools were superimposed, just looking at them was shocking.

He gritted his teeth, wishing to smash the bones of those who stabbed Feng Zhiyuan into ashes.

"enough."

Feng Zhiyuan frowned unobtrusively, he is not someone who is willing to spread his wounds, he has nothing to say, and he doesn't need anyone's sympathy.

Yin Su's face was full of anger, as if his scales had been pulled out, he gritted his teeth and said: "My monster clan knows not to take advantage of others' danger, these people are really shameless and obscene, so shameless and obscene!"

He doesn't understand the words of the world, shameless and obscene is what Qu Guizhu often used to scold people, Xiao Qinglong has a simple temperament, and he can only say that.

Feng Zhiyuan squeezed the center of his brows, and sighed: "Okay, do you know how to 'give gifts' now? Take someone with you, the bigger the disturbance, the better, and try to avoid hurting ordinary people."

"Okay, I'll take someone to 'give gifts' right now." Xiao Qinglong walked out arrogantly, and came back in despair after just two steps, and said aggrievedly, "Master, I