Living in the Bosom of the Demon Lord [Transmigration Book]

The so-called tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied, and Longyou is tricked by shrimps in the shallows.

Lin Heng shook his head.

The book said that Yan Fengqing was usually too cold and aloof, and always had a condescending appearance, so there was no one who spoke for him in such a big Wan Jianzong.

It sounds like Yan Fengqing is self-inflicted, some people just like what they do, it is enough that he has not hurt others, and he has to please others to live?

"I think Senior Brother Lu should be the first apprentice of Wan Jianzong." The Wan Feng who spoke is a loyal supporter of the hero Lu Ting in the book.

The head of the sect has only one apprentice, Yan Fengqing. After Lu Ting won the sect competition, he had the opportunity to ask the head to accept apprentices, but the head only took Lu Ting by his side to teach, and did not formally accept apprentices.

Lu Ting was unwilling, and the people around him were also fighting against him.

Yan Fengqing looked at the people around him indifferently. He was dressed in white and floated out of the dust, as if he didn't belong to this world. His eyes were as calm as water, without the slightest ripple.

All verbal attacks seemed to have no effect on Yan Fengqing.

Yan Fengqing glanced at the people around him, then slowly moved his eyes away, and walked forward, leaving only a back view that made people look away.

Watching Yan Fengqing leave, Wan Feng clenched his fists and thought angrily: This is how it is, it has always been like this, and it will always be high above others.

A sword qi pierced through the air, and with a sound of "stab—" it tore Yan Fengqing's robe.

When Wan Feng came to his senses, his sword had already been unsheathed, and the sword energy had already left. The torn robe turned into a solitary rag, which was pulled away by the wind.

"I..." Wan Feng never thought of doing this, but when people are angry, their minds are not clear, and the next second he remembered that the blood of the Yan family is special, and it is impossible to reshape the golden core if it is destroyed, so the matter is so bad...

"Yan Fengqing, stop." Wan Feng simply rushed to Yan Fengqing with his sword in hand, "I advise you to go back to Yan's house, and don't be an eyesore at Wan Jianzong."

Yan Fengqing just glanced at Wan Feng lightly, without saying anything, the warm sun shone on him, but he was still cold, his lips were lighter than when he was in the woods, his whole body was like a piece of lifeless ice.

Only when he was in the grove, did Yan Fengqing seem to be a different person.

Thinking of Yan Fengqing's strange behaviors, Lin Heng shook his head and thought: Yan Fengqing must have some secrets.

A person who will become a demon king in the future, of course, cannot be kind-hearted. Wan Feng's actions are completely desperate.

Suddenly thinking that he would be skinned and dried in the future, Lin Heng shuddered.

This Wan Feng's ending will definitely not be better than his own, so he should not meddle in his own business.

It is impossible for salted fish to meddle in their own business!

Xianyu should go down the mountain to eat and drink, and by the way, go to Wanhualou to see the beautiful girl.

As soon as Lin Heng turned around, he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air. Turning around quickly, he saw that Yan Fengqing's white robe was smudged with blood.

Blood gushed out, and bright flowers bloomed layer upon layer on the white clothes.

Yan Fengqing glanced sideways at the wound on his shoulder, still indifferent, but the smell of blood still made his bloodthirsty heart move slightly.

"Enough!" Lin Heng couldn't stand it any longer. Even if Yan Fengqing would become a Demon Lord in the future, he didn't do anything now. Why did he fall to the point where everyone shouted and beat him?

Wan Feng heard the reputation, saw Lin Heng, and frowned slightly: "Lin Heng?"

"Does your sword not have eyes?" Lin Heng asked.

Wan Feng's complexion was not very good. In Wan Jianzong, no one knew Lin Heng's character, but few people dared to provoke him, and Lin Heng was not usually friendly with Yan Fengqing.

After thinking about it, Wan Feng forced a smile: "My hand slipped."

"Is your way of growing up different from other sword cultivators? Others can hold their swords steadily, but you can't hold them steady. You are not suitable for our Wanjian sect." Lin Heng said angrily.

"This... this..." Wan Feng looked embarrassed, and after a while he lowered his head and said, "I know I was wrong."

"What's the use of telling me you're wrong, I'm not hurt." Lin Heng turned his head to look at Yan Fengqing.

At this time, the blood on Yan Fengqing's shoulder had already infected most of his body, and he didn't try to stop the bleeding and just watched his own blood flow.

Lin Heng was dumbfounded.

This is a ruthless man, he didn't even bat an eyelid when the blood flowed like this.

"I said you should stop the bleeding." Lin Heng couldn't bear it and walked over, and stuffed a pill into Yan Fengqing's mouth.

The elixir melted in the mouth, and Yan Fengqing had no chance to spit it out. He didn't care about such injuries, and he couldn't die anyway.

Such dirty blood is not as good as flowing light.

Seeing a flash of killing intent in Yan Fengqing's eyes, Lin Heng was startled.

No way, no way, I didn't do anything, but stopped Yan Fengqing's bleeding, and he actually wanted to kill me?

"Eldest brother..." Lin Heng choked out a sentence with difficulty: "We have something to discuss." Don't just want to kill him.

He is not the original owner, and he has already reformed himself!

Yan Fengqing withdrew his killing intent, but there was still a faint bitter taste in his mouth. He never took pills, and he didn't have any pills on him.

The people watching at this time began to recede, after all, no one wanted to provoke Lin Heng.

"Stop." Lin Heng called Wan Feng to stop.

Wan Feng turned around slowly, although he was unhappy, he still held back and said, "What's the matter?"

"You haven't apologized to Senior Brother yet." Lin Heng said.

Regardless of whether Yan Fengqing is the head disciple of Wan Jianzong, Wan Feng also knows that he has overstepped the rules, but Yan Fengqing's golden core has been broken, and he is regarded as an abandoned son by the Yan family. He really didn't want to apologize.

"Why are you in a difficult situation?" Lin Heng drew his sword without saying a word, and with a "噗——", Qingshuang took the cold light sword out of its sheath.

"I..." Facing Lin Heng, Wan Feng couldn't get angry, he hesitated for a long time, and then whispered: "I'm sorry, big brother."

After saying this, he immediately turned around and left, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

Yan Fengqing acted as if he didn't hear it, he didn't care about anyone at all, he just felt strange, why did Lin Heng care so much?

Curious for the first time in his life, Yan Fengqing looked down at Lin Heng.

Lin Heng stood in silence for Wan Feng.

Brother, I have already helped you, but you don't appreciate it, just wait to be skinned and dried by Yan Fengqing in the future. It is said in the book that Lord Mozun owns a forest of corpses.

Lin Heng let out a "tsk", just thinking about it made him feel terrible, but now Yan Fengqing was still the one being bullied, he couldn't help but looked up and met Yan Fengqing's eyes.

Seeing a trace of inquiry in Yan Fengqing's eyes, Lin Heng was puzzled, and asked inexplicably, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Yan Fengqing withdrew his gaze and was about to leave when he put his hands on his shoulders.

"I'll show you the wound." Lin Heng took off Yan Fengqing's clothes as he spoke.

Extending up along the delicate collarbone are straight shoulders, but the skin where there should be a wound is as thick as fat. If it weren't for the large blood stains on the clothes, Lin Heng almost doubted his eyes.

Is the future Mozun's recovery ability so strong?Not even the scars were visible for a while.

Yan Fengqing pulled back her clothes, her tone was always cold: "No need."

Lin Heng came back to his senses, and couldn't help pulling Yan Fengqing's two arms hidden under the sleeves. They were pure and flawless, and they didn't look like they were scarred in the grove at all.

"Wow, brother, are you a monster? Your recovery ability is amazing."

Hearing Lin Heng's words, Yan Fengqing frowned suddenly.

Feeling the sudden drop in the surrounding temperature, Lin Heng raised his head and looked at Yan Fengqing puzzledly: "Brother... Senior brother, are you unhappy?"

Yan Fengqing didn't speak, but there was something invisible in his eyes, extremely disgusted and full of hatred.

"Huh?" Lin Heng was stunned.

Did that sentence offend Yan Fengqing again?

Yan Fengqing's figure gradually faded away, but Lin Heng still lingered in Lin Heng's slightly nervous smile.

Just... a little shuddering.

This laugh is so perverted! ! !

Lin Heng seemed to see himself being skinned and dried in the future.

"Hey, are you getting silly?"

Hearing someone talking, Lin Heng followed the prestige and saw a young man in a bright purple robe. This was one of the people who satirized Yan Fengqing just now.

Looking at this dazzling purple, Lin Heng's brain seemed to stop.

This color is very spiritual, especially... coquettish.