Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

I saw the impassioned old man who was stroking his beard just a second ago, but now he was lying on the table dying. He raised his voice, and the voice of "unconscionable" was still in the ears of the diners.

Everything happened so unexpectedly that it seemed reasonable in a short period of time. It was not until the time fluctuated by two seconds that there was a continuous burst of screams in the restaurant.

"Dead man—"

The shop waiter threw the towel on his shoulder, turned around and ran in a hurry, knocked over the bench, brought over the chopstick holder, the crackling sound was intertwined with the exclamation, and the noise made people's heads go straight.

This is the busiest restaurant in the city. As the meal time approached, there was an endless stream of people in the lobby. After such a incident, no one was in the mood to eat, and they scattered, shouting "Killer!" ".

The restaurant is divided into a lobby on the first floor and a second floor. The old storyteller sits in the center of the lobby. There is a fence on the second floor, and a row of tables and chairs are placed along the fence.

After the shop waiter yelled that sentence, within a few seconds, the people upstairs didn't know, anyway, the lobby ran clean.

The tables and chairs were scattered all over the floor, only Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan were still sitting upright. The two of them seemed not to be affected at all, they should eat and drink, and chatted from time to time.

Feng Zhiyuan rubbed his chin: "This method of killing is a bit familiar. It kills you with a sneaky blow. It looks like a cultivator. He should be a person in the right way."

"Oh? How did you know that?" Fu Siqian poured him a cup of tea and said calmly, "If it's a cultivator, it may also be someone from the Demon Realm."

Feng Zhiyuan sneered: "It can't be someone from the demon world. We demon cultivators never cover up killing people. Only you righteous people speak benevolence, righteousness and morality to your face, and stab your knife behind your back."

Fu Siqian handed the teacup to his hand, and said with an innocent face: "I'm not a righteous person. If you marry a chicken, you will marry a dog. If I marry you, I will do as you want. Naturally, I am a member of the devil world. Is it possible that you are going to start a mess?" Abandon? Push me into the arms of someone on the right path?"

Feng Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "You are dreaming, you can only follow me in this life, I am the big devil, then you are the wife of the big devil!"

"Okay, okay, even if you give up all the time, I still have to rely on you." Fu Siqian liked hearing him talk like this, and smiled contentedly, "If you are Feng Zhiyuan, I will accompany you to be the devil, you If the wind is cold, I will accompany you to be a person on the right path."

Feng Zhiyuan was coaxed happily by him, his eyes were full of pampering, and his tone was sullen: "This is more or less the same."

After a while, Feng Zhiyuan asked again with interest: "Do you want to guess who killed him?"

"You really like to watch other people guess things." Fu Siqian's tone was full of helplessness, obviously recalling what happened in Jiangyang Wenfu, "Speaking of which, you have guessed so much before, you should still owe me some money now." Require."

Feng Zhiyuan didn't care, and waved his hand: "Just mention it, the days will be long in the future, and I'm afraid I won't be able to rely on a few requests from you?"

Fu Siqian looked down at the leaves floating in the teacup, and said inexplicably, "So, I can make whatever request I want?"

"Bring it up, as long as I can do it."

Feng Zhiyuan asked himself that he was a man who kept his word, if Fu Siqian proposed it, let alone the previous agreement on the request between the two of them, even if there was no agreement, he would satisfy Fu Siqian's request because he was reluctant.

"Save up first, I want a little too much, I'm afraid you won't be willing and you'll renege on me."

Fu Siqian's tone was gentle, even a little teasing. This kind of inconspicuous aggressive method is most suitable for irritating kittens.

The kitten patted the table and said, "If you want it, I'll give it to you. Even if you want the position of Demon Lord, I won't hesitate to ask you."

Fu Siqian just felt it was funny, he didn't want the position of Demon Lord, all he coveted was the person in that seat from the beginning to the end, and only someone would foolishly think of other places.

Addicted to riddles questioned deeply: "Now you can guess."

The aroma of the tea was strong, Fu Sigan took a sip of the tea and looked up at him: "I guess this is the person we are looking for."

This was an unexpected answer, Feng Zhiyuan took a sip of tea, his eyes lit up: "This tea tastes good, what is the basis for your guess?"

He concealed everything related to his previous life before, and did not mention the relationship between Yan Junxing and Xie Yan. Fu Siqian thought about it and explained: "Yan Junxing is a little involved with that conscienceless war demon. Do you still remember what the old man said just now? content?"

What the old gentleman was talking about just now was the Battle of Changlan a hundred years ago, that is, the battle between good and evil to kill Xie Yan, the evil war demon.

Feng Zhiyuan slammed the table: "So that's the case, then guess, does he know we're here?"

Fu Siqian smiled slyly: "I guess he not only knows that we are here, but also knows that we are here to look for him, and is going to see us."

The mortal dynasty is no different from the cultivation world, and death is not a trivial matter. Not long after the people in the store ran out, a team of officers and soldiers came over and surrounded the restaurant inside and out.

A group of people who heard the news and came to see the excitement surrounded the restaurant, and the restaurant was completely surrounded, and there were discussions one after another.

Before the officers and soldiers came in, Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan looked at each other tacitly, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared in the lobby.

Walking in the air, Li De hastily turned over the teacup, and the bright yellow tea splashed on the long sleeves sporadically. At this time, the wind filled the sleeves, and the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose.

Out of the city from the restaurant, I could see a person standing by the roadside from a distance, with his back to them, in light green clothes, like a cloud of unmelting fog, lingering for a long time.

Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "How are you sure it's his?"

Even if it's because the storyteller mentioned that sentence, it's still a bit too far-fetched.

Fu Siqian didn't answer, just pretended not to hear.

As he got closer, he could clearly see the flowing cloud pattern embroidered on the skirt of the man's clothes. A little bit of warm white jade was revealed in the raised hand, pinched between the man's fingers, it was a folding fan carved with patterns and patterns.

The jade fan closed suddenly, the man turned around and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Could it be the third son, Yan Junxing, the Changling Immortal Venerable they were looking for.

Feng Zhiyuan was slightly surprised, and an inexplicable sourness welled up in his heart, Fu Siqian was familiar with Yan Junxing who could guess who it was based on the storyteller's words.

His hands were itchy, and suddenly he felt that the smiling tiger in front of him was really an eyesore, if only he could whip it up with a whip.

The blue light suddenly sounded, and he took it back into his palm. If it really went up, how should he explain it?

From the corner of the eye, the golden light dropped suddenly, and it was heading towards Yan Junxing without showing any mercy.

Yan Junxing's face changed suddenly, and he shouted while hiding: "No matter how you say it, I saved your life. As for cutting it as soon as you come up?"

Fu Siqian leaned forward, his eyes were cold, but his words were full of lazy complacency: "My wife has been wronged by you, and I have to get it back."

Before the words fell, another sword slashed down.

After recovering his body, Fu Siqian's cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. With the sun shield in his hand, he smashed the Louyun fan with one blow.

The golden light was shining, forcing Yan Junxing to retreat again and again, the teasing look on his face disappeared, and he scolded: "I treat him like a porcelain doll, dare not knock him, dare not touch him, what kind of grievance is he receiving!"

Feng Zhiyuan came back to his senses, and laughed out loud when he heard this: "Put me into walking all over the valley, and then take me to Jiaolin Dihai, Yan Junxing, don't think I don't know what you want to do. Now Let me tell you plainly, no matter what your intentions are, it's impossible."

What he was talking about was something from his previous life, and since Fu Siqian was present, he could only be tactful, but the living judge has a lot of eyes, so he can understand it after thinking about it.

Yan Junxing has an exquisite mind, even if he dodges Fu Siqian's attack, he can accurately grasp the meaning of Feng Zhiyuan's words.

It was also because he understood what Feng Zhiyuan meant, that he was even more confused.

Lord Mozun, who is bound to take revenge, knows that he was stabbed to death with a sword in his previous life, so he is not going to pursue it? !

Reincarnated in another life, is it possible that they can change their temperament together?

After Feng Zhiyuan finished speaking, he moved to push Zheri away, and then, with lightning speed, he directly inserted between the two and forcibly interrupted their fight. He tilted his head and smiled lazily at Fu Si: "It's almost okay. Now, I know what you mean."

The smallness in his heart was punctured, and Fu Siqian followed the good advice, pretending to be surprised: "What are you talking about? I'm here to avenge my Xiaoyuan'er, but I don't mean what you said."

Feng Zhiyuan snorted very lightly: "If you coax me any more, you have to explain it. Let it go first. After Yan Junxing is finished, it will be your turn."

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Fu Siqian sighed faintly, and muttered in a low voice: "I used to be so cute and stupid, but now I'm so clever."

Feng Zhiyuan with the sharp ears gave him a vicious look, f*cking stupid, f*cking cute!

If he knew about the past life, he would definitely not mind it at all. The current situation can only show one thing: both of them are hiding it.

Yan Junxing listened to the two people's words, and only then did he recall that he had become a victim of flirting with these two people. He hadn't been hacked by Fu Sigan's sun-shielding sword just now, but now he wanted to I was so angry that I vomited blood.

Bah, dog man man!Sooner or later the car will overturn!

After Fu Siqian moved his hand, Feng Zhiyuan felt that he didn't need to be patient any longer. Jiu Mie suddenly appeared, and he was flung at Yan Junxing's feet, rolling up a continuous piece of sand and gravel.

He lifted his chin and said arrogantly: "Changling Immortal, what's your business in inviting us over?"

Feng Zhiyuan didn't show it on the surface, but he was already thinking in his heart, and he had to question him carefully when he went back, how did Fu Siqian determine that what happened today was done by Yan Junxing, and he was able to find it all the way without a doubt.

Yan Junxing didn't take Joe after hearing the words, restrained his emotions, and went straight to the point: "Three days later, an earth-shattering event will occur on the Broken Soul Cliff of Wuji Mountain. This action is related to the survival of the world and the lives of the people. At that time—"

Feng Zhiyuan frowned unobtrusively, and interrupted him with a snort: "Immortal Changling invited us here just to talk about this? Then you may have found the wrong person. I don't care about the world. There are many people in the world. Heartless and ungrateful, I wish they could die cleanly, if you want to find someone to save the world, you should also find those righteous people who take the responsibility of the world as their own."

Although what he said was not pleasant, it was not too much, especially from the standpoint of the demon king.

Fu Siqian kept silent, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, and just watched the play in silence.

Anyone who has not experienced the same thing is not qualified to say forgiveness for others.

Yan Junxing knew this truth very well, and now he couldn't continue after hearing Feng Zhiyuan's words. He could empathize with Feng Zhiyuan, so he could also understand why Feng Zhiyuan did this.

Speechless.

After a while, it was Fu Siqian who spoke up first: "Yan Junxing, is that why you came here?"

He sneered on his face, obviously not believing it. How could a person who planned half his life and devoted himself to resurrecting his tribe and war demons care about the common people in the world? To put it bluntly, he was leading them to Broken Soul Cliff. We will find out in the future.

"Not to mention anything else, Yan Junxing, is the matter of Broken Soul Cliff related to you?"

In fact, there is no need to ask this question, if you ask it, you are determined to tear your face, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and there is no need to pretend to be noble.

Fu Siqian doesn't like to deal with people with big eyes, but it doesn't mean he doesn't understand twists and turns, he just doesn't like to tear his face apart.If Yan Junxing was just plotting against him, for the sake of helping him integrate his soul and body after the battle between good and evil, he naturally didn't mind being used as a gun by Yan Junxing three days later, so he should repay the debt.

But Yan Junxing's attempt to plot against Feng Zhiyuan would be useless, it would be tantamount to touching his scales.

He didn't know the depth of the matter of Broken Soul Cliff, so naturally he couldn't let Feng Zhiyuan take risks.

"The words have been brought here, so you can listen to them or not." Yan Junxing's eyes were dark and unclear, his fingers holding the fan turned white from too much force, his face was full of ridicule, and he said disdainfully, "The matter of Broken Soul Cliff has nothing to do with it." I have something to do with it, but it also has to do with you, I'm the one who started it at best, but you two are the culprit."

He paused, and said meaningfully: "Even if it is erased, the things done will leave traces, and no one can hide them for a lifetime."

Can judge yin and yang, observe people's life.The living judge has always been a master who has revenge. He was shaken by Fu Sigan, and he must threaten to come back. After he finished speaking, he flew away without giving the two of them a chance to ask questions.

The remaining two people were terrified. Yan Junxing's words undoubtedly accurately pointed out what they had hidden. The false peace created by concealment will never be able to stop the sharp knife of the truth.

Both of them were hiding something in their hearts, and they didn't notice anything strange about each other, so they walked towards the city in silence.

It wasn't until he walked back to the city that Fu Siqian suddenly raised his head: "Aren't we going to Mount Wuji? Why are we back?"

Feng Zhiyuan glanced at the restaurant not far away, pretending to be calm: "Listen to Yan Junxing's words, it's not too late to go after three days, since I'm back, let's eat something more, just as I'm not full yet."

Fu Siqian held back his smile, and nodded cooperatively: "Okay, it happens that I'm not full either."

So the two people who had no sense of hunger after bigu looked at each other and smiled, and they did not expose each other in an extremely tacit understanding. Instead, they held hands and opened their eyes, talking nonsense, and went to the restaurant together seriously and seriously.

The people around the restaurant had almost dispersed. Fu Siqian glanced inside and saw that the body of the old storyteller had been removed. Yan Junxing made a quick move, and there was no blood splash in the lobby. People have died here.

A sensible person in the government recognized that the wound was done by the cultivator, and made up a lie, saying that the old man died of an illness, so he hastily closed the case.

The city is not big, no matter what he says, the important thing is that someone died in the store, and it was time for dinner, but the business in the restaurant plummeted. I don't know about the bad luck of the real mother..."

Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan are not taboo people, naturally they have to choose the best place to eat, it's just a matter of death, both of them have no shortage of lives under their hands.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, the shopkeeper hurriedly called the waiter to come over as if seeing a lucky star from the sky, fearing that it would be unlucky for them to hear that someone died in the lobby, so he asked the waiter to lead them upstairs. The service was thoughtful and considerate.

Surrounded by several guys, the other person asked enthusiastically what to eat and what to order, Fu Sigan couldn't laugh or cry, and felt that this was a bit like the service method of Haidilao in modern times.

Feng Zhiyuan got a headache from the noise, he didn't like noise the most, if someone dared to make such a noise in front of him in the Demon Realm, he would definitely be taught by Jiu Mie.

"What would the guest order? We have stewed fish in braised sauce, fried pork with green onions, stewed—"

Feng Zhiyuan couldn't bear it any longer, and said directly: "One serving of everything you mentioned, and a pot of wine... No, a pot of tea, and then don't bother me."

With a smile on his face, Fu Sigan praised him for changing his words and ordering a pot of tea just now: "It's pretty good."

Feng Zhiyuan squinted at him: "What about you?"

The guys understood the glances, and left quickly after serving tea, leaving the two of them upstairs.

Fu Sigan poured him a cup of tea unhurriedly: "Taste first."

Feng Zhiyuan didn't know why, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip, then raised his head suddenly: "Why is the taste different from just now?"

The old god Fu Siqian sipped his tea on the ground, raised his eyes sadly: "You guess according to your own conscience."

Seeing that the old hooligan was deliberately pretending to be pitiful, Feng Zhiyuan still couldn't control his smile: "Isn't it just wronging you, besides, I can't touch my conscience, isn't it all with you?"

Fu Siqian: "..."

Heh, man, every time this happens, he will suddenly flirt.

Feng Zhiyuan took another sip of tea, frowning in distaste: "This taste is too bad. What kind of tea did Yan Junxing send? It's quite delicious. When I go back tomorrow, Yan Fang is going to order it to release the magic palace." inside."

Fu Siqian shook his head: "I don't know, I only tasted this tea at Yan Junxing's place."

Because I tasted it, I knew it when I saw the tea. It was an invitation from Yan Junxing.

Although Yan Junxing said that something would happen to Duan Hun Cliff three days later, the two of them still planned to go to Wuji Mountain ahead of time. Apart from looking for clues, Fu Siqian also wanted to go back to the Broken Jade Palace.

It took half a day to go from the city to Wuji Mountain, and it was already dark when it arrived. The mountain gate formation was destroyed during the battle between good and evil, and the two sneaked in quietly without disturbing anyone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall of sages, he heard a shrill and strange cry from inside the hall.