Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Duan Lin's eyes flashed with ridicule and pleasure when he saw that the man who used to have a different appearance and a fierce look became like this.

That emotion was well hidden, Fang Zhuo didn't see it, and lazily urged, "Come here."

The child held his hand with a low eyebrow, propped him up with his small body, and sat him on the bed.

Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, crossed his legs expressionlessly, closed his eyes, and said, "Go out."

Duan Lin's eyes were stagnant, "Yes."

After speaking, he turned around and left, not caring whether the seriously injured master was dead or alive.

Fang Zhuo adjusted his breathing in a decent manner, healed himself, and vomited to the system by the way.

"Look at this kid, hold your grudge." He lamented, "You said it would be nice if we came earlier. I'll feed him with delicious food and drink, so I won't cause such a big hatred."

It was clearly the original owner's fault, but it was thrown at him, and he couldn't pass it on to others, so he had to follow it honestly.

233 said, "You can do it in advance, Lei Jie."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Tsk tsk, Brother Ah San has a pretty big temper, he speaks in a rush.

I can't afford it.

Fang Zhuo glanced at his mouth, poured a few pills into his mouth, and soon felt a hot flow from the upper dantian down, through the lower dantian, and spread to the limbs.

To the west of the small yard.

Duan Lin was lying on the straw mat in his small hut, his whole body was freezing cold.

Wuwei Peak is the highest peak of Yuan Mingzong. During the day, the sun is warm, but at night, the temperature drops sharply, and the flowers and plants can freeze.

He touched his stomach, there was a big hole in his clothes, the blood was dry, but the flesh wounds were gone.

Duan Rin closed his eyes, memories came flooding back, his face gradually grim.

He didn't believe that he was crazy.

The expression on the man's face at that time was too greedy and ruthless, but his eyes were very clear, it didn't look like he was unconscious at all.

He took a deep breath, turned over and hugged himself tightly, shivering from the cold.

Fang Zhuo sat on the couch all night, still suffering from chest pain.

Damn, it doesn't help at all.

He stood up, shook his robe, stood up, and walked out.

As soon as the door opened, the child changed into clean clothes and stood outside.

With his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, anyone who saw him would say that he was a good boy.

Thinking of the good boy who almost killed him last night, Fang Zhuo froze, flicked his sleeves, and went to the pavilion ahead.

The pavilion was built on a cliff, and below it was an abyss.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around calmly, for fear of being pushed down.

"Duan Rin, how long have you been in Wuwei Peak?"

"Back to Master, it's been six months and three days."

"Are there any relatives at home?"

"No." Duan Lin's voice was cold and hard, his small fists clenched tightly.

Fang Zhuo suddenly couldn't continue asking, he always felt that he was stabbing the child with a knife.

Although the original owner is obsessed with cleanliness, he attaches great importance to his external appearance. He does not wear anything but white clothes, and the outer shirt must be mopped on the floor, because it makes him look more immortal.

He lifted his long gown, stood on the edge of the pavilion, and whistled.

A bird's cry came from overhead, and the fiery red bird rushed straight down, fluttering its huge wings, and stopped in mid-air.

Fang Zhuo stared at the big fiery red bird and looked at it again and again, and it looked familiar.

"Chicken?"

"Hey." Probably to show his aloofness, the chicken cub croaked.

"..." Fang Zhuo was quite irritated, grabbed the system and asked, "Why did you send it here?"

233 said, "The spirit beast has a soul bond with its master."

The host and the car meet each other, revealing their secrets every minute.

Fang Zhuo understood in seconds, and stroked the red chicken feathers.

It is more supple and shiny, and with its huge size, the whole chicken is energetic and mighty, which is very eye-catching.

"Did you bring it in directly?" Fang Zhuo asked.

233 said, "Well, by the way, I changed a little bit of data, it is now your spiritual pet."

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "You have such great authority now?"

233 He hesitated and said something, but Fang Zhuo didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't say anything when he asked it again, just said, "Don't worry about it so much."

Fang Zhuo stroked his son's handsome feathers, his heart softened into a ball, like a fellow countryman seeing a fellow countryman, with tears in his eyes.

When she was happy, she dragged Duan Rin onto the chicken's back together.

The chicken cub flapped its big wings vigorously, flying very fast, Fang Zhuo heard the whistling wind, and reached out to touch the circle of blue feathers around his son's neck.

This face value matches its father's face.

But after a while, the chicken cub stopped outside the Biyun Tower on the mountainside of the East Peak.

Fang Zhuo walked in with Duan Rin, and the guards were stunned when they saw him, and then respectfully said, "Master Uncle."

"Yeah." Fang Zhuo folded his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, "Take Duan Lin to pick out a magic weapon that is convenient for him."

It has been half a year since Duan Lin started, and this is the first time he has appeared in public.

The senior brother was very curious about him, and when Fang Zhuo left, he asked in a low voice, "How does it feel to be with the little senior uncle? His cultivation should be much better than when he came here."

Duan Lin has a fart cultivation base, that is, his physical fitness is not bad, otherwise he would have been interrupted by the original owner long ago.

He didn't answer, and said with eyes half down, "Senior Brother Lao will lead the way."

The senior brother clicked his tongue, the master and the apprentice both have the same temperament, they are so cold that they are dying, no wonder they entered a family.

He put away his hippie smile, "Come with me."

Fang Zhuo walked half a circle around Biyun Tower and entered a dark room at the back, which contained materials of all the disciples of Yuan Mingzong.

He found Duan Rin's jade slip and took it down.

The jade slips are full of engravings, describing everything from the birth of a child to the entrance.

Duan Rin's life experience is quite miserable. He was abandoned when he was born, and was fed by the aunt in the east of the village on rice soup.

The aunt is also a hard-working person. The child died within two years of birth. Not long after that, her husband fell off a cliff and died while hunting.

Her father-in-law and mother-in-law said that she was unlucky, and she would beat or scold her all day long.

After picking up Duan Lin, the aunt's life became even more difficult. In order to save an extra mouthful of rice soup for the children to drink, she worked as a cow and a horse for her husband's family, and she was exhausted to death.

The family was poor, and the aunt's family was gone, so the in-law's family wrapped the body in a straw mat and threw it to the mass grave.

Duan Lin, a five-year-old child, dug a hole with his hands and buried the person in it.

Seeing this, Fang Zhuo couldn't help sniffling, "What a good doll who values ​​love and righteousness."

With such excellent quality, it is absolutely impossible for the protagonist to escape.

After Duan Lin buried his adoptive mother, he started a wandering life.

He was beaten up by street bastards, trafficked by human traffickers, and even ate a big white snake raw when he was very hungry.

The things recorded on the jade slips are directly extracted memories, absolutely true, and the above is only a small part.

Fang Zhuo really couldn't bear to watch it again, and asked the system to refine and simplify the remaining content.

But there is nothing about the origin of the demon species.

Therefore, that thing probably existed in the child's dantian before he had any memory.

Fang Zhuo put the jade slip back, feeling complicated.

Duan Lin has had a hard time in the past ten years, and finally found a safe haven, but found that this devil lives in the safe haven.

It is too difficult for him to let go of his guard against him, and he must have the perseverance to wear through a stone.

When Fang Zhuo walked out of the dark room, he clearly felt that the two disciples guarding the door were staring at him secretly.

He stared sideways, the two of them trembled, and immediately buried their heads.

Outside Biyun Building, the children have been waiting for a long time.

When someone came over, he respectfully called out, "Master."

Fang Zhuo saw the long whip in the child's hand at a glance, which is quite a common magic weapon.

For some reason, being stared at by the other party's pitch-black eyes made her panic.

He nodded coldly, beckoning the child to follow, before getting into the car, he suddenly bent down and picked him up.

Duan Lin was highly vigilant, and subconsciously wanted to whip the whip, but his ass had already fallen to the ground.

"It looks thin, but it's quite heavy." After just hugging for a while, Fang Zhuo blushed with exhaustion and his neck was thick.

Duan Lin pursed his lips, "Thank you, Master."

Fang Zhuo didn't care whether he was really thanking him or pretending to be thanking him, he pinched the little pinch on the top of the child's head shamelessly.

Immediately afterwards, I saw those two little ears turned red, purely from anger.

Fang Zhuo shyly withdrew his hand, sat on the child's back, and circled the child tightly with his arms.

Seeing his father sitting still, the chicken cub flew up with fluttering wings.

Below, two passing disciples looked enviously.

What a fate, eating and living with my junior uncle, and now riding on my junior uncle's mount, even a thousand pieces of gold can't be exchanged for these days.

Fang Zhuo led the people back to Wuwei Peak, plunged into the study room, and came out with a few books in his arms after a short while.

He threw the book in front of Duan Lin, without saying anything, he got into his room.

As soon as he entered the door, he fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his chest, got up and sat on the door, "Brother Ah San, do you have any medicine, I'm really going to die."

233 said, "Who told you to use the rewards from the last world."

Fang Zhuo flattened his mouth, very sad, "Isn't that to prevent the boss from going crazy, did you forget the situation at that time?"

233 didn't say a word, but quietly scanned his body for him.

Worse, very bad, the meridians are exhausted, some of the hearts are not blood-supplied, and others also have symptoms of internal organs and bleeding.

It's not easy for the host to pretend to be okay and take the apprentice out for a walk.

233 relented, "I need to ask for instructions, just wait."

Outside the door, the chicken cub shrunk into a fur ball, bounced to the door, and pecked at the door with its yellow beak.

The child who was leaving with the book suddenly stopped, looked at the little red dumpling, and frowned.

The closed wooden door opened, and a slender white hand stretched out from inside.

The little dumpling let out a "cluck", jumped onto the hand, and was led in.

Fang Zhuo hugged his good son and kissed him, "Son, Baba is so miserable this time, it's okay to take the blame for others, and lost half of his life."

The chicken cub jumped on his hand, raised its wings and patted its father's face to comfort him.

Fang Zhuo was consoling, even his chest didn't seem to hurt anymore.

He suddenly shook and rubbed vigorously, and the pain really didn't go away.

"Brother Ah San, have you got the medicine?"

"I got it, I've already used it for you." 233 paused for half a second, with a worried tone, "It's just a little side effect."

"What?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

That night, Fang Zhuo had a high fever. Every joint, every muscle and bone was smashed to pieces first, and then reassembled again. The pain was excruciating.

That night, he rolled from the bed to the floor, stood up staggeringly, knocked over the cabinet, and the tidy room was in a mess.

It was not until dawn that it finally calmed down.

Duan Ling also didn't sleep, and woke up in the middle of the night when he heard strange noises.

He sat at his door, watching the black shadow on the door in the distance, and waited until dawn.

And from dawn to sundown.

The people inside never stepped out of the door.

Duan Lin finally couldn't sit still anymore, picked a few spirit grasses from the yard to satisfy his hunger, went to Fang Zhuo's door and tapped a few times.

There was no sound inside the door, and there was no trace of popularity.

If the people inside really died quietly, he might not be able to escape accountability.

Duan Rin gritted his teeth and opened the door with a swish.

On the white spirit animal fur carpet, there is a fiery red spirit bird.

One wing of the spirit bird was spread out, and a person was covered under it.

The man's eyes were closed, his clothes were opened, revealing his fair chest, his chin and slender neck covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Duan Lin was stunned, opened his mouth, and turned around abruptly.

"Master." When I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was a little hoarse.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then called out again, "Master."

Fang Zhuo only fell asleep when it was almost dawn, so the little bastard came in and stabbed him in the middle of the night, and specially asked the chicken to guard the door.

Now awakened by the light and sound, the chicken cub jumped up from the ground and bumped head-on at the child.

Fang Zhuo lost his support, the back of his head fell to the ground, woke up from the pain, and saw the child's swift dodge at a glance.

The cover-up after the failed sneak attack last night can be explained as a child's quick reaction, but the scene just now...

You can be [-]% sure that this kid has practiced.

He closed his open skirt and called, "Chicken."

The fiery red bird, which was chasing the children all over the yard, turned its head instantly.

Just when Duan Rin thought that the man would be thrown down, the big bird became smaller with a hiss, and jumped onto the man's chest, and fell into the open skirt, only a small head was exposed.

Fang Zhuo flicked the chicken cub's head, turned around and sat on the couch, propped his head with one hand, and lay down on his side.

He was so sleepy, his upper and lower eyelids kept fighting.

According to Brother Ah San, he had to sleep for at least three days and three nights before the side effects completely passed.

Fang Zhuo yawned, "Duan Rin, come here, I have something to ask you as a teacher."

Duan Lin walked in with a cold face, "Excuse me, Master."

"Who taught you your kung fu."

"Teacher doesn't understand what you mean."

Tsk tsk, you really know how to act, I can see your master, just now you flashed back and forth, it was Dongfeng's traceless step.

Fang Zhuo didn't pierce the window paper, "Are you blaming me?"

The hatred in Duan Lin's eyes disappeared in a flash, and he raised his head, "No, Master beat me and scolded me for my own good."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Looking at the child's fist with stretched veins, he silently moved his eyes away, it was too difficult to clean up for nothing.

"Brother Ah San, is there any medicine that can make people lose their memory?"

"Have."

Fang Zhuo's eyes lit up, "Where is it?"

233 said, "The bottom of the sea of ​​innocence."

Fang Zhuo turned around in his mind, his face was ugly, Wu Wanghai is located in the westernmost part of the mainland, and the water is full of ancient beasts.

There is no return to that place.

Forget it, it's okay to be crooked, so he'd better be honest and like him.

He raised a hand, "Come here."

Duan Lin approached, lowering his head to hide his emotions.

Wei Liang's fingers pinched his chin, and he lifted it up. Immediately afterwards, he heard the man say, "I'll teach you what you want to learn, and you are not allowed to learn it secretly in the future."

Duan Lin's ruddy lips moved, and his dark eyes stared at Fang Zhuo's scalp numbly, "I want to learn how to whip, can Master teach me?"