When Villain Meets Villain [Quick Transmigration]

Beef slices and poached eggs are nestled on top of steaming hot noodles.

Rongli took a sip of the soup boiled with pork bones, and the rich and delicious aroma exploded between his lips and tongue.

The warm soup flowed down his throat, passed through the esophagus, obviously only reached his stomach, but it seemed to flow directly to his heart, and then slowly seeped into his limbs.

The hot steam was steaming on the face, and the fragrance kept getting into the nose.Even though it was just an ordinary bowl of beef noodles, it made him feel extremely delicious and satisfied.

Although he was very hungry, Rong Li still ate elegantly.Then he heard a very uncoordinated noodle instigation sound, raised his head, and saw the woman opposite was holding wooden chopsticks, rolled up the noodles in the bowl, stuffed them into his mouth, sucked, the noodles slid along her light-colored lips, and reached his mouth , It is obviously a small mouth, but it seems to be able to swallow the entire big bowl in front of it.

A dignified bigu cultivator eats faster than a mortal like him who has been hungry for days.

Rong Li found that he did not feel disgusted.

A few minutes later, Gu Yiwei ate the noodles and soup. The bowl of noodles was cleaner than his face, smooth and translucent, and could be seen in a mirror.

Looking at his big bowl of noodles left, Rongli speeded up.

"No hurry, eat slowly." Gu Yiwei said.

Rongli nodded, but the speed still did not slow down.

After eating the noodles, Gu Yiwei took Rongli across the street and headed towards Changsheng Street where immortal cultivators gather.

It's just a few hundred meters of street, but the shopkeepers who go to and from the shops all know Gu Yiwei and greet him warmly.

"Xiaowei, this is the egg my chicken just laid, here, take it back and cook it..."

"Xiao Wei, come quickly, take these two big trotters back..."

"Xiaowei, here are two bunches of candied haws..."

After a while, Gu Yiwei's hands were stuffed.

"Thank you very much." Gu Yiwei thanked repeatedly, without rejecting everyone's kindness.

The identity of Gu Yiwei who appears here is just a casual cultivator who travels around the world, because of the tasks assigned by System 009: doing good deeds every day, collecting money without hesitation, saving people from fire and water... etc. He usually goes down the mountain to do good deeds and has done many good people good thing.

He was the one who picked up the broken leg of the pork seller at the end of the street; he brought back the son of the candied haws seller who almost died when he went hunting in the mountains; ...

In short, if the grace spreads all over the earth, it is short of becoming a Buddha immediately.

It was the first time for Rongli to feel this kind of kindness, although it was not aimed at him.

He poked the back of Gu Yiwei's ass, a person's character can be seen from his attitude towards the people around him, and the attitude of the people around him towards him.

From this journey, it is enough to see that the character of this woman who accepted him as an apprentice is at least not bad.

However, he is used to maliciously speculating on people, or in other words, he dare not think about his situation in a good way, as if once he thinks in that way, disaster will definitely happen later.

Gu Yiwei put all the things in the Qiankun bag, and when passing by a well-repaired compound, Gu Yiwei stepped in, went to the kitchen, and took out all the ingredients he had just obtained.

"Xiaowei is here? The kids are listening to the teacher's story, I let them all come out with NF?"

"No need." Gu Yiwei shook his head. "I'm just here to deliver this food, I have other things to do."

Gu Yiwei lifted his foot to leave, and Rongli glanced at the orphanage behind him. He remembered that in his previous life, this orphanage was a stronghold of human traffickers, and all the children inside were just commodities for trade...

Rong Li felt that he had glimpsed the truth.Sure enough, this woman deliberately showed her 'goodness' to others, but in fact, she was doing very dirty and dirty deeds.

……

Gu Yiwei stopped in front of a luxurious craft shop, he glanced at the plaque, and walked in.

Gu Yiwei seldom patronizes this kind of shop, because all kinds of magical artifacts in the world's crafting shops, even top-level immortal artifacts, are not as good as his sleeves, and the spiritual power is swept away, and the whole audience is knocked down.Killing with a sword?If it doesn't exist, just lift a finger; use a knife to butcher animals?If it doesn't exist, just throw off your sleeves; defend against danger?What does not exist, what is dangerous will never be him.

There is only a Qiankun bag, the only thing that can be used.

Gu Yiwei was not particular about his attire, plain black and a piece of gray jade tied around his waist.But Rongli is even simpler, the clothes are crudely made by Yin Wanrou, and the stitches are not neat.

When the store owner saw the two people dressed like this, although he didn't say anything to drive them away, his attitude was already displeased.

At this time, two more practitioners came, a man and a woman. The man was suave and handsome; the woman had picturesque features and a noble temperament.

The corner of the store owner's mouth raised, and his smile became like a flower, he skipped Gu Yiwei and the two, and went to greet them:

"Two guests, just pick what you need. This store has all kinds of offensive and defensive weapons, and all kinds of magic charms and pills. What kind of treasure do you need?"

"Bring your best armor here." The woman raised her head and said loudly.His gaze swept to Gu Yiwei and the two who were picking out goods, frowning, he quickly took out the embroidered silk cloth from his bosom, covered his mouth and nose, as if smelling a pungent odor.

"What's the matter? Why does everyone put everyone in this store. Brother Ning, let's change houses!" the woman said softly.

Just as the young man was about to answer, the shop owner hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, I'm not bragging. My shop is the best magic weapon shop in the entire South City. I'll drive them away..."

The shop owner turned around, with a straight face, and walked up to Gu Yiwei and the two of them. Just as he was about to drive them away, Gu Yiwei said:

"Take this universe bag, take this fairy sword, and this defensive soft armor, these few talismans..."

Gu Yiwei picked out a bunch of goods worth tens of millions of taels, and ostentatiously stunned the woman who just covered her nose.The store owner also stared wide-eyed, just about to say:

"Brother, this is a magic weapon, not cabbage. Do you think that our magic weapon is sold by the catty like scrap iron..."

However, Gu Yiwei had already taken out a large stack of million dollar bills from the Qiankun bag and handed it to the shop owner.

The boss took it beeping, as if he had never seen so many tickets in his life, and counted them with shaking hands.

Then, with a smile on his face like a gangster meeting a beautiful woman, he took off the magical artifacts from the goods one by one.

"The customer is really good, these are the best items in my store..."

Gu Yiwei interrupted as soon as he boasted, pointing to Rongli behind him: "Give it to him."

Then, he said to the young boy: "This universe bag is only [-] square meters in size, so it's a little small, but this shop is only the largest, so let's make do with it; this defensive soft armor is of ordinary performance, and can only withstand two blows The damage caused by the cultivation base of the late stage of golden core; the spiritual speed of the fairy sword is not high, and the strongest can only withstand the cultivation base of the golden core stage... first use it temporarily, and then I will find a better one for you as a teacher."

"..." Shop owner.

"..." A duo of handsome men and beautiful women.

How small is a Qiankun bag of [-] square meters?Ordinary soft armor that can defend against Jindan?Do you still choose the spirit sword of Cheng Jindan?

Then what are the ten-square-meter Qiankun bags hanging around their waists, which can only be bought after a long time of savings?And this defense, this fairy sword, just buying one of them can make them bankrupt...

"Yes, Master." Rong Li said indifferently, he found that the woman in front of him was still very dark.

It is estimated that the woman heard the conversation between the two men and the shop owner just now, so she deliberately said that.

The shop owner stared, and glanced at their clothes again, thinking, this magic weapon is really not good enough, but this clothes are really good.

……

Back at Qianjue Mountain, Gu Yiwei led Rongli to the room arranged for him.

There are few disciples of the Yin School, and the rooms are even more dilapidated. Gu Yiwei stopped when he looked at the room that Yin Wanrou had specially cleaned up, where even the windows were not glued, and when he looked up, he could see the stars outside the house through the holes in the bricks and tiles. After a while, he asked Rongli: "How about? Go to my place and rest for a night?"

Rong Li looked at Gu Yiwei silently.

Sure enough, this woman only took a fancy to his skin.

But, why did she specifically ask a prisoner for his opinion.

"It's okay. I'll live here." Rong said.

Gu Yiwei nodded lightly: "Alright then, just make do with it for the night, and I'll find a craftsman to repair it tomorrow."

So, I originally thought that I would be taken to the small and gloomy underground prison, and lived in this dilapidated room with the cold floor as a mat.

From the Qiankun bag, Rongli put the soft armor, fairy sword, magic talisman, etc. that Gu Yiwei bought for him today, and put them on the table supported by a wooden stick with his lame leg.

He thought of what happened today, and everything has exceeded his expectations.He couldn't understand why his treatment, which was so much better than he had imagined, happened to him who had always been utterly unlucky.

He sat withered on the bed that was so washed that it couldn't see the color, and merged himself with the night.

……

However, the facts proved that even if Rongli was lucky enough to get such a rare moment of peace in a place like Hehuanzong, God did not intend to let him go.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain heavily.

The wind was fast, and the blue lightning cut across the sky, turning this crumbling shabby house into a water storage pool, Rongli looked up at the ceiling, always preventing them from falling and smashing himself to death.The cold wind was blowing in from all directions through the leaky window, and the wet clothes were sticking to his skin. He shivered uncontrollably, and a gust of cold air came out of his originally weak body. After that, he felt that his head was getting more and more swollen, and he was so uncomfortable that he was about to die.

Gu Yiwei, who was resting, got up quickly when he heard the thunder, remembering the dilapidated house where Rongli lived, and got up worriedly to investigate.

When he pushed open the old wooden door, he saw Rongli curled up at the foot of the bed. The young boy's lips were as pale as his face, his body was shaking like chaff, and there were two strings of crystal clear snot hanging on his face.He strode forward, bent down and picked him up.

In a daze, Rongli felt that he had fallen into a warm embrace, as if a warm breath swept across his body, and then the sticky feeling on his body disappeared. He opened his heavy eyelids. Vaguely see a clean chin.

The person who was holding him put him on a clean and tidy bed, fed him medicine, and thoughtfully gave him a quilt...

Just like before he was 12 years old, when he still had a home, his mother gently held him in her arms when he was sick, coaxed him to take medicine, sang to him, and fell asleep with him...

At this moment, the softness buried under his cold exterior drilled a little bit, like a bud just sprouting in spring.He watered it miserly with tears for a while.

The majestic Lord of the Three Realms in the previous life was so moved by a little warmth that he shed a tear.

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