Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

The hot and humid breath hit his neck, Duan Congyan's whole body went numb, and his whole body turned red like a crayfish.

At the moment when Meng Zezhi's right hand touched his belt, Duan Congyan came to his senses and desperately covered his trousers to prevent him from moving. He bit his lip with a sense of shame and anger: " you you--"

Only then did Meng Zezhi realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Meng Zezhi cried out for grievances in his heart, God is sorry to see him, isn't he anxious in front of the enemy, seeing that Duan Congyan's right hand is inconvenient, that's why he wanted to help.

but--

Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on Duan Congyan's bleeding earlobe, his heart moved at will, he can't take the blame for nothing!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but push Duan Congyan's hand away...

Like five thunders hitting the top, the numb feeling spread along the toes to the cerebral cortex, and Duan Congyan's mind went blank.

I don't know if it was because of shame or something else, for a while, Duan Congyan couldn't urinate.

Meng Zezhi snorted softly, moved his gaze down to Duan Congyan's beautiful Adam's apple, and moved his fingers slightly.

The next moment, there was a sound of drizzling water.

When Duan Congyan finally came to his senses, the warmth behind him disappeared. He reached out to touch his belly, the zipper was closed, and the belt was fastened.

Duan Congyan turned around, put his hands in front of him, pretending to be nonchalant.Fortunately, both of Han Daqin's self-cultivation is there, there is no deliberate salute and teasing.

I saw Meng Zezhi bit the tip of his tongue, dipped the blood on the tip of his tongue with a brush to draw a Hunyuan Yang Talisman, then burned it to ashes and put it into the small bowl containing the boy’s urine. The moment the ashes fell into the bowl, the boy’s urine was violent boiled up.

After about half a minute, the bowl returned to calm, and the pale yellow boy's urine also turned dark red.

After finishing this, he took a brand new brush, dipped it in the boy's urine and began to draw symbols.

Seeing this scene, Duan Congyan felt even more ashamed.

Meng Zezhi's drawing speed is not slow, after all, he has hundreds of successful experiences.But in any case, it was not as fast as Li Wenhuan's attack. Basically, every time Li Wenhuan destroyed four talisman papers, Meng Zezhi could only draw one.

Just like that, after a half-quarter of an hour's delay, Li Wenhuan broke in through the door.

Ignoring Li Wenhuan's old appearance and much more transparent body, Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on the thick yin energy around him that almost turned into substance, and he said in a low voice, "How could that be?"

He realized later that Li Wenhuan must have used some kind of secret method of sacrifice.

Li Wenhuan smiled but said coldly: "You want to deal with me even with your little tricks!"

Meng Zezhi looked solemn, and made a decisive decision: "I'll hold him back, you guys leave quickly."

Hearing this, Han Daqin and the others all changed their expressions. How could they not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"It's not that easy to leave." Li Wenhuan said sharply, and the Yin energy around his body instantly flowed, bringing up gusts of wind, and the three of Duan Congyan could barely open their eyes.

"None of you should try to escape today—"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his palm and rushed towards Han Daqin and the others.

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened, and he waved his palms to meet him without hesitation.

The moment the palms met, Meng Zezhi flew upside down and slammed down on the bookshelf in the corner, accompanied by a crackling sound, the things on the bookshelf fell to the ground.

"Pfft—" Meng Zezhi spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Xie Guangsheng's father, Uncle Xie!" Seeing this, the three hurriedly rushed to Meng Zezhi.

"Tsk, it's really affectionate and righteous!" Li Wenhuan said with a condescending, calm smile.

Hearing this, the three of them all guarded Meng Zezhi behind them.

Li Wenhuan, on the other hand, had a sarcasm on his face, and his tone was extremely cold: "In this case, then you all go to die together."

While speaking, wind blades slowly gathered in the palm of his right hand.

Han Daqin's face was ashen. Is he really going to die here today?

He is only 27 years old this year, and his good life has just begun. He is not married yet, and he has not given birth to one or two lively little babies. How can he die!

Just when he was thinking about it, Meng Zezhi secretly gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the death.In the worst case, he blew himself up and died together with Li Wenhuan. In any case, he must keep Duan Congyan and the three of them.

Meng Zezhi stretched out his hand to touch the ground, and grabbed a big guy. The moment he grabbed the thing, the blood from his palm just smeared on the lion's head, and then a faint light flashed.

Meng Zezhi's attention was focused on Li Wenhuan, and the moment he raised his right hand, Meng Zezhi grabbed the object in his hand and threw it at Li Wenhuan, followed by a sharp lift of his breath, soaring up to the ground. Li Wenhuan attacked.

Li Wenhuan saw it, so he didn't hide, and let it hit him without pain.It's just because in his opinion, Meng Zezhi and others are already fish on the chopping board and let him slaughter them.

But he didn't expect that in the next second, the thing that hit him was like a parasite, tightly stuck to his body, and absorbed the yin energy around him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just three breaths, the yin energy gathered in his body has been reduced by more than one-fifth.

The aura around Li Wenhuan instantly became chaotic, and even the wind blade in his hand also collapsed.

He was out of breath: "This, what is this?"

Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi hurriedly stopped his movements. He fixed his eyes and found that what was stuck to Li Wenhuan's body was not the land god of Fangwu County that he had bought from Qiling Pavilion in Antique Street for 80 yuan. Print it?

Without thinking too much, Meng Zezhi made a decisive decision, grabbed a wooden stick on the ground, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the stick, and rushed up.

Seeing this, Li Wenhuan subconsciously raised his palm, only to realize that there was no longer any yin energy gathered in his palm.

not good--

He was horrified.

In the next moment, the wooden stick slammed into his heart with the power of thunder.

"Ah—" Li Wenhuan let out a scream, and with the last of his strength, he kicked Meng Zezhi in the heart, sending him flying.

With a puff, the blood on the wooden stick instantly turned into a ball of hot fire, burning violently, roasting Li Wenhuan's soul.

"Ah—" Li Wenhuan wailed in pain. He reached out his hand to remove the seal on his chest, but he didn't expect that as soon as his fingers touched the seal, a golden light suddenly shot out from the lion's head, and it hit his hand hard. superior.

This blow also became the last straw that crushed Li Wenhuan.

Fighting wild geese all day long, and finally being pecked by wild geese.

He died, what should Wan Zihuai do?

Li Wenhuan roared unwillingly: "No—"

While speaking, he knelt down on the ground, his soul body became more and more transparent, gradually reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

Li Wenhuan is dead!

Han Daqin, who was still sad and sad, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Why did Li Wenhuan, who was so powerful just now, suddenly die like this?

Meng Zezhi struggled to get up from the ground, walked over, and grabbed the seal that was overflowing with precious light from the ashes, half surprised and half joyful.

One is that he didn't expect that the thing he bought at random is actually a treasure; the other is that this seal can transform the evil energy into spiritual energy.

Somewhere, he had the illusion that this seal had already merged with him.

He tried to extract the aura from the seal, and the aura from the seal instantly poured into his body like a tide, repairing his injuries bit by bit.

When the precious light on the seal dimmed, Meng Zezhi's wounds had already healed.

Meng Zezhi's eyes were full of surprise, could this really be a divine seal of a land?

Before he could think about it, he suddenly remembered something.

Li Wenhuan is dead, but because of the arrogance, nearly a quarter of his soul power has been transferred to Wan Zihuai. Catastrophe.

On the other side, in a river view villa in the western suburbs.

"Wen Huan, I feel so uncomfortable, Wen Huan..." Wan Zihuai cried unconsciously as he curled up on the bed.

The third and fourth children left behind by Li Wenhuan were unavoidably disturbed by Wan Zihuai.

They didn't have much respect for the young lady Wan Zihuai, she was just an actor, if it was just a low-level thing in the time they were alive, how could it be worthy of their noble young master.

The most important thing is that, as domestic slaves of the Li family, they are often scolded by the master's family. When they are unlucky, half of their lives are lost if dozens of boards come down.

They thought they would be freed after they died, but it turned out that they were not able to escape being enslaved even after they died, and even let an asshole actor climb on top of them.

At this moment, Wan Zihuai spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, as if he had sensed something in the dark, he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Wen Huan—"

The two of them were solidly startled by Wan Zihuai, they followed the voice and saw that the messy yin energy around Wan Zihuai's body stopped flowing strangely: "Why?"

"Dead, he's dead..." Wan Zihuai's eyes blurred instantly.

"Who's dead?" The third child's heart skipped a beat, obviously thinking of something, he asked anxiously.

"Wen Huan...Wen Huan is dead..."

Wan Zihuai looked desperate.

How could Wen Huan die? He was so powerful and made people feel safe, so why did he die?

His two lifetimes of suffering only brought him Li Wenhuan, and only Wenhuan loved him sincerely and was willing to hold him in his hands and take care of him.

Without Wen Huan, what should he do.

"Dead?" The faces of the two changed drastically. They did not doubt Wan Zihuai's judgment. After all, he had a marriage contract with Li Wenhuan. Li Wenhuan was dead, so he could naturally sense it.

Almost blurting out, the youngest looked terrified: "You, you mean, the young master was killed by Xie Guangsheng?"

The first thing he thought of was not revenge, but whether Xie Guangsheng would kill the grass, follow the vine, and come to him.

Xie Guangsheng——

Hearing this name suddenly, Wan Zihuai wanted to burst into tears: "It turned out to be him!"

Why, Mingming Wenhuan is willing to correct evil and return to righteousness, but Xie Guangsheng still refuses to let him go?

why?

Potian's hatred welled up in his heart, and the Yin energy around him also flowed rapidly.

"Ah—" he wailed in pain, his face, neck, and hands... Meridians emerged from the skin and slowly turned black.

"... He, he is going to become a demon." The well-informed fourth child exclaimed.

"What should we do now?" The third child panicked: "Or, let's run away!"

Hearing this, the fourth child's eyes lit up, Li Wenhuan died, wouldn't they be free?

His heart was beating like thunder, and the corner of his eye fell on Wan Zihuai, his heart moved, he grabbed the third child, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Of course I want to escape, but before that, let's kill him first."

The third child followed his gaze and instantly understood what he meant: "You mean to kill him before he is completely possessed, and then snatch the soul power from him."

"That's right," the fourth child said sharply, "Li Wenhuan has been at our mercy for so many years, so it's not too much for us to charge some interest now!"

"Okay." The third child exhaled heavily.

Without further ado, the two of them surrounded Wan Zihuai immediately.

Just when the two raised their palms and were about to attack Wan Zihuai, Meng Zezhi broke in through the window.

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this scene, Meng Zezhi shouted coldly, and immediately took out two talisman papers, and rushed forward with the mahogany sword.

—— These talisman papers and mahogany swords were 'robbed' from the Qiling Pavilion when he passed by the Antique Street.

"Thank you Guangsheng!"

The two evaded the attack of the talisman in embarrassment, and shouted at the same time: "Go—"

"It's not that easy to leave." Meng Zezhi waved his left hand, and more than a dozen talisman papers turned into streaks of light, flying in all directions, instantly sealing off the escape route of the two.

Then he stretched out his figure and rushed forward with his sword in hand.

Two minutes later, Meng Zezhi, who had beheaded the two of them successively, breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn around to check on Wan Zihuai's situation, he heard a cold voice behind him: "You killed Wen Huan!" ?”

Meng Zezhi's pupils tightened, and he turned around quickly, only to see Wan Zihuai floating in the air, his face covered with black meridians, which was particularly terrifying: "Why did you become like this?"

Wan Zihuai stared fixedly at Meng Zezhi with two scarlet eyes, and his voice suddenly rose a little: "You killed Wen Huan?"

Meng Zezhi looked wary, and replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

Wan Zihuai was already dazzled by hatred, he shouted hysterically: "He has already promised me that he will not harm anyone again, why can't you let him go?"

"Killing for life is justified." Meng Zezhi frowned.

"What is right and proper? If God really opens his eyes, why can a scum like He Mingyuan become a film king, and Wan Ziqing is still at large..." At this point, Wan Zihuai's eyes were dull: "As for me, I have been miserable for two lifetimes. .”

Then you have to ask yourself, what evil did you do in your previous life, so that you will have such a fate in your previous life.

But at least Wan Zihuai's rebirth was indeed an oversight of the underworld.

Meng Zezhi paused: "Is Li Wenhuan's charm really that great? It's worth your protection for him."

"What do you know?" Wan Zihuai's face twisted, and he burst into tears: "Wen Huan, he is the only warmth I live in this world. He saved my life, and he took good care of me..."

Having said that, his tone changed, and he said in a hateful voice: "It's you, it's you who ruined my love and ruined my happiness—"

Meng Zezhi frowned slightly: "I really don't understand, why do you think it is a very happy thing to be with someone who forces you?"

Wan Zihuai's expression froze.

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi realized: "Don't you hate Li Wenhuan? You hate, but compared to the convenience Li Wenhuan brings to you, it is far beyond comparison with this hatred, and it even makes you ignore other people. You may love Li Wenhuan deeply, but you are more habitually treating him as a safe haven. Otherwise, if you question me now, I shouldn’t be the one who ruined your happiness. So, don’t take The victim's position is too correct."

He said so much, and didn't mean anything else.

After all, people are selfish, and Meng Zezhi is the same. He knew that he couldn't beat Li Wenhuan head-on, so he used Wan Zihuai to keep everything safe.

But Wan Zihuai was clearly stunned by Meng Zezhi's words. After losing his mind, he said angrily: "But what can I do, I have no choice from the beginning to the end."

If he could be a good man, why would he make himself into what he is now.

Meng Zezhi shouted: "So I never targeted you."

Xu Shi used Wan Zihuai before, he felt guilty, or he was sympathetic to what happened to Wan Zihuai, Meng Zezhi said slowly: "I don't want to do anything to you, you can't beat me, Li Wenhuan is dead, you are free How about leaving this sad place, reincarnate, and start over..."

Speaking of this, Meng Zezhi glanced at Wan Zihuai who had a complex expression, and walked out of the room.