Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

Li Wenhuan's body was shivering from the cold in Wan Zihuai. Fortunately, the weather was hot enough at the moment, or because of psychological reasons, after a while, his interest picked up. Once he was distracted, he didn't feel cold anymore. .

When the lust was strong, Wan Zihuai vaguely felt a warm current in his body, and this warm current spread along the heart to every corner of his body, making his whole body warm.

Li Wenhuan also noticed the changes in his body, but just when he stopped to check, Wan Zihuai put his arms around his neck, turned over and rode on him, pulling him back into the abyss of desire in an instant .

Just when the two reached the peak, something exploded in the minds of the two with a bang, and Wan Zihuai, who couldn't bear the pain, had his eyes darkened and passed out directly.

……

As if sensing something, Meng Zezhi's hand froze, and the yellow talisman he wrote lost its spirituality in an instant.

He put down his pen, grabbed the yellow talisman ball, threw it into the wastebasket by his feet, and then picked up the talisman paper drawn on the table and handed it to Xie Bowen who was waiting beside him: "Remember, every corner Post it, don’t miss it.”

"Hey." Xie Bowen reached out to pick it up, and couldn't help asking, "Dad, when did you think Li Wenhuan came to the door?"

There is no way to be so worried all day long.

Meng Zezhi picked up the brush and dipped it in the inkstone, then picked up the pen and wrote on a piece of blank yellow talisman paper: "That's what happened in the past two days."

……

It was already the third morning when Wan Zihuai woke up again.

The evil spirit was rampant in his body, bringing biting cold and pain.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face was pale, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his lips were cracked due to dryness, his expression was in a trance, his eyes were distracted: "Cold, Wen Huan, I'm so cold..."

Seeing this, Li Wenhuan felt ashamed, but he didn't dare to get any closer to Wan Zihuai.Because the closer he was to Wan Zihuai, the more Yin Qi poured into Wan Zihuai's body from him.

Li Wenhuan could only vent his anger on the captured middle-aged Taoist priest. He kicked the middle-aged Taoist priest's fleshy face and said sharply, "Say, what's going on?"

The middle-aged Taoist scrambled and scrambled, kneeling on the ground, not daring to resist at all. He stretched out his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his voice was full of panic: "I figured it out, I figured it out, it's an arrogance, It's an arrogance..."

He spoke very quickly and told Li Wenhuan the principle and function of the arrogance formation.

Li Wenhuan couldn't understand this, he just wanted to know one thing now: "Say, how to break this arrogance?"

"It's not difficult," the middle-aged Taoist said hurriedly, "Just kill the people who set up the formation."

The person who set up the formation?

Li Wenhuan frowned, Wan Zihuai was almost inseparable from him these days, except three days ago...

Thinking of what Wan Zihuai did that day, his pupils tightened, he couldn't care less about other things, he immediately walked to the bed in three steps, clasped Wan Zihuai's shoulders, and asked anxiously: "Zi Huai, who gave you that packet of medicine and that jade pendant three days ago?"

Wan Zihuai was already delirious, so when Li Wenhuan asked, he said in a daze, "He, he said his name is Xie Guangsheng."

"Xie Guangsheng!" Li Wenhuan gritted his teeth with a hideous expression on his face.

In the corner, the middle-aged Taoist priest was trembling. He saw the right moment and walked cautiously towards the door. When he got there, he reached out to touch the doorknob. Just when he was ecstatic and about to flee, he just Hearing a bang, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body was twitching, and he looked down in disbelief, only to see a palm-sized blood hole on his fat belly, and his intestines and liver fell to the ground under his feet.

He thought, what the master said is indeed true, people who do bad things will not end well.

Then there was only a plop, and he fell backwards, staring straight at the ceiling.

Unexpectedly, he could not die with peace in his eyes.

"Wen Huan, I feel so uncomfortable, am I going to die?" Wan Zihuai curled up into a ball, his eyes glazed over.

"No, I won't let you have an accident." Li Wenhuan hugged him, his eyes were deep: "If you bear it a little longer, the pain will stop immediately."

After finishing speaking, he looked back at the shadow in the corner, and shouted: "The third child and the fourth child take good care of Madam, and the others follow me."

A figure appeared in the corner, and he bowed and said, "Yes."

When Li Wenhuan came to the door, Meng Zezhi and others were having breakfast.

There was a loud bang, and a small fragment of the villa gate that was knocked into the air landed on the dining table impartially. Unexpectedly, the soup on the table splashed Han Daqin and the others all over their faces.

"Who is Xie Guangsheng?"

At the gate, Li Wenhuan was hanging in the air, with a stern face, scarlet eyes, and his clothes were windless.

"It's me." Meng Zezhi threw away the chopsticks in his hand, and winked at the frightened Han Daqin and the others, signaling them to go upstairs.

Han Daqin couldn't wait to pull Duan Congyan upstairs. Duan Congyan glanced at Meng Zezhi, knowing that staying here would be a burden, so he simply let Han Daqin do the work.

Li Wenhuan has never been a conceited person, just looking at Meng Zezhi's confident appearance made him vigilant, and he said sharply: "What kind of a hero is he who uses tricks behind his back!"

Meng Ze knew this, and he nodded, "It's better than the young master Li, who acts openly and aboveboard, kills when he wants to kill, and sets fire when he wants to."

Li Wenhuan couldn't hear the sarcasm in Meng Zezhi's tone, his face sank: "You—"

The next moment, Meng Zezhi flipped his wrist, and a dozen pieces of talisman slipped out of his hand. The long sword on the wooden frame in the corner flew out of its sheath, and landed firmly in his palm.

He stepped on the dining table, kicked hard, and attacked Li Wenhuan.

"Just hit it, there's so much nonsense!"

Li Wenhuan avoided the attack of the talisman with his front foot, and the next moment, the long sword roared towards him.

He swung his palm, and the moment the palm knife collided with the long sword, his strength poured out, instantly crushing the marble floor and potted plants that were closer to them into powder.

"boom--"

Meng Zezhi flew upside down, stepped on the stairs, and just now he stabilized his body. He looked up and saw that Li Wenhuan and his three subordinates took advantage of the situation and attacked.

Seeing this scene, the corner of his mouth curled up: "Good time!"

As he spoke, he took out a remote control in his hand, and as soon as he pressed the switch, a series of iron doors were immediately lowered on the villa's gate and surrounding windows, and the doors were covered with yellow symbols.

The moment he stepped into the villa, Li Wenhuan felt something was wrong, it was yang energy, overwhelming yang energy.

"Scorching sun array." Li Wenhuan's pupils shrank slightly, and there were more than one set.

The reason why he, Li Wenhuan, can show up in the daytime is not because he is not afraid of the sun, but because the sun's rays do little damage to him, but the yang energy in the villa is clearly more than a hundred times stronger than the outside world, and it is he, Li Wenhuan, who is in the Under such an environment, I also feel extremely difficult.

He looked back at the three subordinates behind him. The strong yang energy was constantly eroding the yin energy around them. Amidst the sizzling sound, drops of black unknown liquid fell down their bodies to the ground, corroding the floor. Potholes the size of walnuts.

They couldn't help shouting in pain: "Young Master!"

"I underestimated you," Li Wenhuan gritted his teeth. The matter has come to this point, and he has no way out.

After speaking, he attacked Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi, who was barely a novice, was just tired of coping at first, but as his moves became more and more fluent, after dozens of moves, he managed to draw with Li Wenhuan, whose strength had been declining again and again.

It was worth the hard work he had put into the sword moves he collected in the past half month.

Can't go on like this anymore--

The longer the delay, the more dangerous Wan Zihuai will be.

Li Wenhuan made a decisive decision and said to his three subordinates via voice transmission: "Go upstairs and take those guys as hostages."

"Yes!"

Seeing the three of them flying upstairs, Meng Zezhi was about to step forward to stop them, when Li Wenhuan entangled him the next moment.

"Here—" Following the breath of the living, the three of them found the room where Han Daqin and the others were hiding in a short while.

Looking at the door covered with talisman papers, the three of them looked solemn.

"What to do?" one of them asked.

"I can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, we will be refined by the yang energy here." Another person gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!"

After finishing speaking, he took the lead and slammed into the door. The moment his body touched the talisman paper, a flash of lightning hit him fiercely, and the talisman paper was also turned into ashes.

Seeing the other two, they rushed forward without hesitation.

In the room, Han Daqin held the talisman paper folded into a triangle with one hand, and firmly guarded Xie Bowen and the other two behind him with the other hand. Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, he swallowed, and his forehead was sweating like rain Down.

The moment the door was knocked open, Han Daqin's eyes widened, and he raised the triangular talisman in his hand and threw it at the person.

Caught off guard, Li Gui, who was the first to rush in, was smashed by the paper talisman.

"Ah—" There was only a scream, and Li Gui flew upside down, hit the wall, and was hit by the talisman paper stuck on the wall. Amidst the scream, Li Gui turned into a ball of black ash on the ground.

Unexpectedly, his soul flew away.

"Old Seven—" The remaining two ghosts were furious.

Han Daqin's eyes lit up: "Throw it, throw it quickly—"

The two ghosts froze and dodged the attack of the talisman in embarrassment, but they couldn't get close to Han Daqin and the others.

Han Daqin became more and more proud until he reached into his pocket again but found nothing: "Where is the talisman, where is the talisman?"

His complexion changed, and he said in a low voice: "Used, used up?"

Hearing this, the two ghosts slowed down, with hideous expressions on their faces: "Damn you—"

Saying that, the two rushed straight to Han Daqin and the others.

Han Daqin was terrified: "Xie, Uncle Xie, help—"

Xie Bowen looked terrified, and subconsciously grabbed something from the bookshelf behind him and threw it at the two ghosts.

When the wooden box flew into the air, the lid of the box was opened, and the contents inside were scattered, and a small part hit one of the ghosts.

There was another scream, and the place where Li Gui's body was covered with powder kept sparking, and his figure dimmed a bit in an instant.

it works!

Xie Bowen's eyes lit up, he looked back at the bookshelf, and was about to grab the remaining wooden box when Han Daqin snatched it away.

Gaining wisdom from a pit, he said repeatedly: "I'll come, I'll come, spread slowly, don't be in a hurry..."

On the other side, Meng Zezhi, who heard the cry for help, was distracted for a moment, and Li Wenhuan grabbed his neck the next moment.

Li Wenhuan's pupils tightened, and he was about to cut off Meng Zezhi's neck, when Meng Zezhi stabbed him in the chest with a backhand sword.

Li Wenhuan's complexion changed drastically, and the aura around him instantly became chaotic. With the sound of stabbing, he flicked his hands, and Meng Zezhi flew upside down, slamming hard on the sofa.

There was only half of the long sword left in his hand, and the part inserted into Li Wenhuan's body was corroded.

Meng Zezhi reached out his hand to touch the blood around his mouth, endured the pain, and ran upstairs.

Li Wenhuan clutched his chest, his eyes were red, he lived for hundreds of years, Meng Zezhi was the first person who made him so embarrassed, he was completely enraged.

No matter what price he pays, he must let Meng Ze know that there is no place to bury him today.

Thinking of this, his mind moved, and the underground yin energy in a radius of hundreds of miles was pouring towards him continuously, and his appearance was also aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then he flew after him.

"No, no more—" Han Daqin looked at the empty box, his scalp numb.

The next moment, Meng Zezhi rushed in through the door, saw the scene inside the room, and threw out the broken sword in his hand without hesitation.

With two muffled grunts, the two ghosts, who were already exhausted by Han Daqin and the others, were nailed to the wall by their long swords, following in the footsteps of the first ghost.

Han Daqin came back to his senses in an instant, with a smile on his face: "Uncle Xie."

Meng Zezhi had no time to talk, he turned around and waved his hand, the door slammed shut, half of the talisman papers on the surrounding walls flew towards the door, instantly covering the door tightly.

Outside the door, Li Wenhuan stabilized his figure and said in a cold voice, "I'd like to see what tricks you can do."

After finishing speaking, Li Wenhuan gathered the evil spirit around him, swung out with a palm, and an invisible blade of air smashed on the door.

Every time it was smashed, a piece of talisman inside the door was reduced to ashes.

Han Daqin shrank his neck subconsciously: "Xie, Uncle Xie, what should we do now?"

Meng Zezhi still didn't know that Li Wenhuan outside had to resort to his trump card in order to deal with him. He only thought that Li Wenhuan's strength had been suppressed to the lowest point because of the arrogance formation and the fierce sun formation, and he was seriously injured just now. Li Wenhuan must be at the end of his strength at this moment.

But he didn't have a weapon either, so it was really not wise to go up and fight Li Wenhuan at this time.

It would be better to consume his strength first.

Meng Zezhi had an idea in an instant. He walked to the desk, took out the yellow talisman paper, brush and inkstone from the drawer, turned around and was about to get the cinnabar on the shelf, but found nothing: "Well, where is the cinnabar?" ?”

Xie Bowen and the two subconsciously looked at the wooden box in Han Daqin's hand.

Han Daqin shrank his neck and stammered, "Uncle Xie, I don't want to either. We have used up all the talisman papers you gave us. I didn't expect this cinnabar to be useful to ghosts. We, we used it." ..."

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up: "By the way, the ground, it's all on the ground, let's collect it—"

While talking, he looked at the ground, and then lost his voice.

The cinnabar and talisman paper on the ground have long been corroded by the black unknown liquid dripping from the two ghosts, leaving only the pits and depressions on the ground.

"Forget it," Meng Zezhi frowned, and then he seemed to think of something, and asked repeatedly: "By the way, any of you is still a child, just urinate and use it."

As he spoke, he looked at Xie Bowen first.

Xie Bowen blushed, na na said: "Dad, you forgot, I had a boyfriend before."

Meng Zezhi turned to look at Han Daqin.

Han Daqin said cheekily: "Don't look at me, I'm going to be a dick."

Meng Zezhi looked at Duan Congyan belatedly.

Duan Congyan tensed his spine in an instant, he clenched the corners of his lips, a faint blush spread to the back of his neck, he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and said, "You guys, turn around."

Xie Bowen did as he said, and at the end, he did not forget to give Han Daqin a hand.

Han Daqin was in a daze, always feeling that he had discovered something extraordinary.

Duan Congyan's face was so hot that he hardly dared to look at Meng Zezhi, but turned around silently, facing the wall, and reached out to untie the belt around his waist.

Maybe it was because of shyness, or because of the inconvenience of one hand, his movements were extremely slow.

Meng Zezhi saw it, took two steps forward, hugged him in his arms, and said, "I'll help you."

The author has something to say:

About the previous chapter: There will be an explanation later, don’t panic!

Stupid author: This is the benefit of a sprained wrist!

Meng Zezhi: I heard someone compared me to Fahai!

Duan Congyan: Eminent monk bundled play!Be honest. jpg!