Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

Passing through the mist, the entrance suddenly becomes clear. This is a small village hidden in the deep mountains. Looking out, a row of thatched cottages are neatly arranged, and the smoke is curling up, which is like a scene of a paradise.

Feng Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks, concealed himself and stood beside the village, looking at the scene inside.

As soon as Liu Shu and Liu Ai entered the village, three or two teenagers surrounded them. They seemed to have known each other for a long time, and they chatted eagerly as soon as they met.

"Where did you two go again? The patriarch is looking for you."

Liu Ai covered the baby's mouth, nodded and said, "Just went out and walked around, but I haven't had a good look at the scenery in the mountains yet when I came here."

"No matter how beautiful the scenery in this mountain is, how can it compare to the scene in the previous clan? That is the most beautiful place in the world."

I don't know what to think of, Liu Ai's face turned cold when she heard the words, her expression was gloomy: "Whatever you say, that is already in the past, we are now...forget it, I will take Liu Shu to find the patriarch first."

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, he didn't quite understand the situation in front of him, according to his observation, the few teenagers who came out of the village didn't seem to be alive.

Whether it is a mortal or a creature of vegetation, there is "vitality" in the body, which is a symbol of the existence of a fresh life, which is revealed from the soul. The "vitality" of each person is different, and there are subtle differences. The basis for him to find Fu Siqian is the "vigor" on Fu Siqian's soul that has been aggravated by his imprint.

Although there are differences, "vitality" can generally be classified into one category, which is very easy to identify. There is no trace of vitality in these teenagers.

Without "vitality", it means that these people at least have no soul, they are pure dead things.

Feng Zhiyuan has never seen a dead thing look like a living person so much, if he hadn't been more sensitive about this aspect, he might have been deceived.

After Liu Ai finished speaking, she carried the baby to the village, but those young men did not leave. They stood there for a long time without moving, as if they had been cast with a holding spell.

Suspicions abounded in Feng Zhiyuan's heart, he had deliberately suppressed his breath, only those with a cultivation level above him could tell, but such a powerful person is rare in the world, he can count them on one hand, Feng Zhiyuan Not afraid of being discovered, after thinking for a while, he walked a little closer and looked at those boys carefully.

As you get closer, you can see it more clearly.

Those teenagers are indeed not living people. At first, they just didn't have "vigor" on their bodies, but now they look like puppets. Their eyes are lifeless, and their faces seem to be painted. They can't see the slightest movement. Not even breathing.

This made Feng Zhiyuan wonder whether the young man who could speak and move that he saw just now was imagined by him.

If it is not a living person, then he has a guess in his mind, but he is not sure whether his guess is correct just by looking at it. He has to try it. As for how to try it——

Feng Zhiyuan moved a little closer, so close that he could almost count the eyelashes on the boy's face, he blew lightly towards the boy's eyes, the thin black mist condensed into a thread, it was an extremely pure Black, solidified and shining with a soft and moist light, it directly drilled into the boy's eye sockets.

The black mist was refined by Feng Zhiyuan from his own blood. It is the source of his cultivation, the mother body of his demonic energy, and has a weak self-awareness. Like Jiu Mie, it can communicate with him and can be used Come to attack and test, because these teenagers have no soul, so he needs to check the images stored in their minds to verify whether his judgment is right or wrong.

After a while, the wisp of mist floated out from the young man's body again. During the whole process, the young man remained motionless and did not respond in any way.

The black mist formed a small ball, stopped at Feng Zhiyuan's fingertips, and conveyed everything he felt one by one.

As soon as Feng Zhiyuan closed his eyes, a vast sea of ​​memory fragments poured into his eyes like a tidal wave, from birth to death, everything was detailed.

Yes, from birth to death.

These people are indeed dead!

"I don't know where your Excellency is, what are you doing in hiding, since you are here, why don't you show up and see?"

The sudden sound made Feng Zhiyuan open his eyes suddenly, and what caught his eyes was a pair of kind and deep eyes. An old man in a long robe stood in front of him leaning on a cane. With a dazed look on his face, he didn't seem to understand why he said that.

Feng Zhiyuan's pupils shrank, he was clearly hidden now, and the most outrageous thing was that this old man didn't even have a trace of "vigor"!

How on earth did this man perceive himself?

Now that he was discovered, there was no need to continue hiding. Feng Zhiyuan simply removed the invisibility technique and showed himself openly.

Liu Shu covered her mouth and shouted loudly: "He, he is not!"

Beside her, Liu Mi's face was stiff, as if she didn't understand how this poisoned person would appear here: "How is it possible, impossible!"

Feng Zhiyuan is not of a hypocritical and submissive nature, he curled his lips into a playful smile, and said to Liu Mi meaningfully: "Thank you for the medicine, otherwise I might die outside."

The boy's pupils shrank slightly, his face full of disbelief.

The old man shook his head helplessly, and said in a warm voice: "It seems that you have met the child of my family, if you offend me, please look at Haihan."

What he said was very decent, and he had the demeanor of a master. He was much more thoughtful than Jiang Wenyi, and he should be extremely well-versed in the world. If he guessed correctly, this old man should be the patriarch that the boy said .

Feng Zhiyuan responded with a smile: "I don't care what children do."

"Patriarch Patriarch, why did you come out?"

"Who is this person, and why did he appear in the village?"

Feng Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, how strange, those young men who stopped still just now can talk and move again!

The old man's face was indifferent, as if he didn't notice anything unusual, he only asked Liu Mi to take Liu Shu and the boys to play elsewhere.

"I do not want it!"

Liu Ai's face was full of jealousy and hatred, and she was rather stern and inwardly. No matter how calm the young man pretended to be, the fear in the bottom of his eyes could not be hidden.

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes fell on Liu Ai, he didn't understand why this young man knew him, and he didn't understand why he had such great hostility towards him, could it be that there was some connection between them?

Comparatively speaking, Liu Shu's reaction was mild, she only showed a little surprise at the beginning, and soon accepted the fact that Feng Zhiyuan came here, and at this moment she was looking at this woman with her big beautiful eyes blinking. Uninvited "guests".

The old man didn't react too much when he heard Liu Mi's words, and he repeated it lightly, so lightly that people couldn't hear the tone of his words: "Liu Mi, take them somewhere else first, I have something to say." Speak to this gentleman."

After a stalemate for a while, the young man still didn't move, Liu Shu raised her head and asked in doubt: "Why is Liu Ai not obedient and not listening to the patriarch's words?"

The young man who was staring at Feng Zhiyuan fiercely was discouraged, gave Feng Zhiyuan a hard look, and resignedly led the rest of the young men to the side.

Feng Zhiyuan was amazed by Liu Shu's influence on the teenagers, staring at their backs for two more seconds, until he was brought back to his thoughts by the old man's words.

"I still don't know who you are, how did you come here?"

Those were a pair of extremely quiet eyes, which seemed to have the power to embrace everything, making people want to believe him and tell all their thoughts.

Feng Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, his fingers crackled, pulling his thoughts back, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear again, and the corners of his lips with a smile provoked a mocking arc: " What kind of patriarch is the old man to be able to do such a thing?"

The feeling just now was very similar to the symptoms of an illusion. If Jiu Mie hadn't reminded him in time, he might have fallen into this person's way.

Surprise flashed across the old man's eyes, and the calmness on his face was broken for a moment. He looked at Feng Zhiyuan's hand, and when he saw the blue light running between Feng Zhiyuan's fingers, his body froze obviously, and then he sighed. Aloud: "I see."

Feng Zhiyuan clenched his hands subconsciously. He has always had a strange feeling lately that there seems to be some secret hidden in Jiu Mie that he doesn't know. He was able to open the Hundred Scenes of the Buddha before, but now the attitude of the old man in front of him makes him He realized that Jiu Mie, who was born with him and had been hidden in his Dantian Lingfu, was not as simple as he thought.

Regarding Jiu Mie, the old man in front of him must know something. Feng Zhiyuan never let go of any opportunity. He quietly released Jiu Mie from his hand, handed it to the old man, and said with a smile: "It said it wanted to talk to the old man." say hi."

The old man's face suddenly changed, and he backed away a few meters in an instant, looking at Feng Zhiyuan vigilantly, at Jiu Mie in his hand to be precise.

Feng Zhiyuan tilted his head: "What's the old man's meaning?"

"What do you want to test, you might as well just say it." The old man raised his eyes and returned to his indifferent appearance, and said as if he didn't care, "Your magic weapon is indeed incompatible with our clan, and it is hidden in our blood. , I can't help but want to surrender to the memory, the old man told the truth, should you also show your sincerity?"

Hearing the meaning of his words, Feng Zhiyuan withdrew Jiu Mie backhandedly. Although what he heard just now shocked him, there was no slight fluctuation on his face, and he just smiled lightly: "The old man was joking, Who is insincere? I have been sincere from the beginning to the end, and I have neither attacked your clan nor you, have I? If you are dissatisfied, I can show you my insincerity right now."

What he said was that in the poisonous mist before, if he shot Liu Shu and Liu Mi, those two would never come back alive.

Watching Feng Zhiyuan glance in the direction where Liu Shu and the others left, the old man narrowed his eyes instantly, a gust of wind surged around him, and the house next to him began to distort, as if a bronze mirror had been broken, piece by piece Cracked and gradually fell apart.

The old man in front of him disappeared, and a thick fog filled the surroundings, so thick that it couldn't be melted, like a viscous liquid, or like steam from boiling magma, covering the sky and the sun, making it impossible to see your fingers.

Feng Zhiyuan slashed down with a wave of his hand, and in the place where the blue light passed, another burst of thick mist stuck together, like a huge water cage, isolating all attacks and trapping him in it.It seems that there is no real place to step on under the feet, as if floating in the air, or as if sinking deep in the river, only the sticky and stagnant feeling pulls me to keep falling.

Suddenly, a burst of light burst out from the Nine Extinguisher, and the halo dispelled the surrounding fog, and the sharp light projected gradually solidified, re-creating a scene in front of the eyes.

It was the illusion that had appeared before, the abyss with boiling magma, and the scorched earth that collapsed above the abyss. The red color covered his eyes, and the strong colors that flowed out formed pieces of withered dead flowers and branches, which were spread on his bed together. feet.

It's just that this time is slightly different from the last time's illusion. Last time he was personally in the scene, and he really felt the burning and piercing pain, but this time he was like a bystander, standing on the edge of the sky. Angle, staring at everything in front of you.

This was far more shocking than experiencing it personally, and it was even more difficult for him to move.

He was standing on the scorched earth next to the flaming magma, and the tall and tall man was caught off guard and stabbed him with a sword without the slightest hesitation.

Feng Zhiyuan watched all this happen, and even felt the shock on his face when he was hit by the sword in front of him. In the floating illusory bubble shadow, he once again experienced that kind of unreasonable emotion. Broken feeling.

--despair.

- Puzzled.

— uncomfortable.

It seemed that something was about to break through his body, which made him look forward to it while resisting it.

At the same time, outside this illusion, less than ten meters away, there were two people standing.

Yan Junxing stroked the bones of the Louyun fan, and squinted at the person beside him: "This is what you want, let me draw him here, just to let him see this? With all due respect, this memory, when I was in Guanyin In the phantom array, he has seen it."

"Different."

That clear voice was silver in color that people would never forget once they heard it. The man stretched out his hand towards the illusion, slightly raised his gauze-wrapped wrist, and grabbed it from the air at a tricky angle.

I saw that the illusion suddenly changed, it was facing the direction of Feng Zhiyuan, and suddenly turned an angle, facing the person holding the sword.

"What's the difference?" Yan Junxing laughed softly, and asked after a while, "If you uncover all this, do you want to separate the two of them? Could it be that you like the God of War in the North Sea? Or Feng Zhiyuan? Or are you right? One of them can't ask for it, because of love and hatred?"

The man froze, apparently startled by his insane words, he gritted his teeth after a while and explained, "I didn't intend to break them up."

Yan Junxing didn't take it seriously: "But that's what you did, and you seem to care about Feng Zhiyuan?"

Feng Zhiyuan came too fast, so fast that they hadn't prepared everything yet, starting rashly might lead to irreparable mistakes, that's why Liu Shu, Liu Mi and the old patriarch appeared.

It doesn't matter if they are alive or not, because apart from Liu Shu and Liu Mi, the rest of the "people" are just illusions of that person waving his hand.

It was just a joke, Yan Junxing had a feeling in his heart that the mention of the God of War of the North Sea was just a cover, and he could sense that this man who had never shown his face was almost paranoid about Feng Zhiyuan, which was an extremely contradictory feeling.

On the one hand, this person has solved many enemies for Feng Zhiyuan secretly, like Qiuqing, and also like Zhaoyuan Xianzun.On the other hand, this person set up many killing schemes and watched Feng Zhiyuan go to death, but this person remained indifferent from the beginning to the end.

"I'm just here for the bet."

Xu was unbearably worried, the man stopped answering after saying this sentence, and stared straight at the illusion in front of him.

The illusion was only a thin layer, and no one knew what he was watching through that layer of illusion. He stared at it for a long time with a deep, complicated, and indescribable gaze.

In the illusion, Feng Zhiyuan's mind was shocked, and before he could react, the scene suddenly changed, and the person holding the sword was facing him.

It was a face he would never forget, and it was a cold look that is rare even when drinking ice and chewing snow. He was intoxicated by all the expressions on that face, and he also had a close relationship with it.

He seemed to be floating in mid-air, but suddenly staggered, and then fell into the sky, smashed to pieces, the familiar face gave him the final blow that he would never forget, and made him sink into the darkness for a long time.

Outside the illusion, Yan Junxing looked at the figure who suddenly went away and said, "It's all like this, and you still say you don't care?"

I don't know what kind of spell that man cast on his body, his face is always unclear, only a cloud of mist, like a point where a splash of ink on a landscape suddenly ends, only its momentum can not be seen.

Yan Junxing came slowly waving his fan, watched the man put Feng Zhiyuan into his arms, watched silently, finally stretched out his hand as if he couldn't control it, and wiped the thin sweat from Feng Zhiyuan's forehead Wipe clean.

"Tsk, what do we do now?"

The man spread out his palm, and a halo of light condensed from his palm, forming a line in the mid-air. The light slowly outlined a complex pattern, like some ancient secret technique. When the last stroke was completed, the man Gather that light into the palm of your hand, and then lightly cover Feng Zhiyuan's heart.

Yan Junxing didn't blink his eyes, and secretly remembered the pattern, thinking of going back tomorrow to check it out.

Back then, this person came to him suddenly, and offered him a generous offer beside the Butterfly Sea in the Shark Forest, as long as he would help with one thing. Soaking in it.

Yan Junxing secretly slandered that it was just to create an illusion. How could it take so much effort to pick some places with turbid yin energy? I don't know, I thought he was looking for a place to practice ghosts.

When the halo slowly sank into Feng Zhiyuan's body, the man let go of his hand, pondered for a moment, and replied coldly: "Send him there, let them meet."

Yan Junxing really couldn't figure out what this person was thinking, but he didn't bother to spend any more time. He couldn't beat this person, so he had to follow suit. What's more, he also wanted to see what would happen to Feng Zhiyuan after he recovered the memories of his previous life. Treat the person who killed himself.

At dawn, Yan Junxing squinted his eyes and chuckled silently.

The author has something to say: you annoying little goblins, hey!

I hate that my hand speed is too slow, and the website is broken, and 500 words are missing, so I will make up tomorrow.

We meet in the next chapter, I will post it tonight, and Daga will see it when he wakes up tomorrow! (*/?＼*)