[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

"So this rule didn't exist in the beginning?" Huai'an grasped the point and asked with a half-smile.

system:"……"

Fuck!Be reasonable!Host, you are so smart, do your parents know?

Since he was easily speechless, the system simply gave up struggling, and said directly: "My lord, in fact, there is no time limit, but someone must guarantee it, and the guaranteed host must complete the task in a short period of time." , and does not affect the lives of other indigenous residents, allowing the plot to develop normally.”

"Really? Then you said before that you let the deity kill Fu Sheng, huh? Isn't this destroying the plot?" Huai'an raised his eyebrows.

system:"……"

No. 101 of the 101 system felt aggrieved: "That's a right that only hosts with a time limit have."

Huai'an lay lazily on the bed, stretched his waist, and said: "I don't want to talk nonsense with you, why don't you just tell me, can you cancel the deadline?"

"But... my lord, aren't you afraid of having feelings?"

Huai'an sneered: "This deity enters the Tao with passion. The deeper the love, the higher the cultivation level. For the deity, feelings are an auxiliary thing to increase the deity's cultivation base. It is the same for everyone."

System: "...Okay."_(:з」∠)_

In short, Mozun is a boss, he is as quiet as a chicken, obedient enough, but he still explained the precautions to Huai'an, and as for the guarantor, the system decided to take out all his belongings as a guarantee.

Well... After all, he is a boss, so it should be regarded as an investment!

It's just that the opening without a time limit has to wait until the next world to start, and there is not much time in Huai'an now.

Huaian himself should have died a long time ago, but it was delayed for a while because of Lord Mozun's appearance. After the inner sect competition, he probably had to leave.

Anyway, everything that should be arranged has been arranged, Huaian didn't care at all, and even lay a little lazily on the bed for half a day, and then slowly got up.

Fusheng was a little fierce yesterday, and now Huai'an still feels back pain, but after feeling the cultivation in his body, he couldn't help showing a faint smile.

The cultivation base of the [-]th level of Qi training is now directly promoted to Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

After the foundation is established, the golden core will have a catastrophe, so the recent period is not a good time to promote the golden core.

He walked barefoot to the full-length mirror, tilted his head to look at the intact skin on his body, and stared at himself seriously in the mirror with some charming eyebrows and eyes.

It seems that Fu Sheng specially rubbed the medicine on him, and the medicine seems to be effective.

Huai'an didn't hurry to go out. Instead, he washed himself with a bucket of bath water and changed into a decent disciple's attire. The pure white color set him off a bit calmer and quieter.

He pushed open the door, touched the fence tentatively, and found that the barrier had disappeared as expected. Seeing this, Huai'an stepped out of the fence without hesitation, and looked back quietly.

As if looking into the bottom of Fu Sheng's heart, his heart ached, and that involuntary feeling once again led him away by the nose, making him put all his attention on Huai'an.

He closed his eyes, but he didn't take back his consciousness, even though he knew that his current cultivation was not suitable for using his consciousness for a long time.

Fu Sheng admitted that even if he knew it was wrong, he was willing to continue to make mistakes.

He has no resistance against Huai'an.

Every look, every random movement of his will attract all his eyes, all the time, making Fusheng involuntary.

Fu Sheng pursed his lips, the decline in his cultivation base made his face much paler, but when he opened his eyes again, the bright red pupils had already replaced the cold and indifferent eyes.

He sat cross-legged, and the cultivation base that was almost exhausted in his body returned again. The difference was that this kind of power was full of demon energy.

Fusheng lowered his eyes and squeezed his fingers.

If it's for him to become enchanted, he... is willing.

At that time, he will give as much cultivation as he wants.

Huai'an, who had no idea that Fusheng had successfully possessed the demon at this moment, stepped out of the Wuwu Mountain that he hadn't left for a long time.

For tomorrow's competition, he concealed his face and identity, and then went to the market within the sect to prepare the instruments and spells needed for the competition.

Huai'an is not short of money, so he will buy what he needs when he sees it, and he will not bargain when buying, and spend a lot of money, which quickly attracted the attention of many disciples.

In such a market, people come and go, and wealthy disciples are always easily attracted by others, just like Huai'an, they look like they have been taken advantage of.

So before he left, Huaian was followed by many people with ulterior motives.

Huai An pretended not to see, but deliberately led those people into the no-man's land, into the darkness, he stopped in his tracks, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Three men and one woman chased after them, and each of them had a foundation-building cultivation.

Huai'an looked fearless, turned around unhurriedly, waited for them to finish reading the lines of robbery, and then slowly raised a smile.

"Brothers and sisters present here." Huai'an's voice came lightly, accompanied by a bit of weirdness: "I still have to thank you, otherwise... my plan will not be implemented."

The three men and one woman were stunned. Before they could react, their spiritual consciousness was completely annihilated, and the dead could not die again.

Bright red blood spread across the soles of Huai'an's feet. He took a few steps back and said with a sneer, "If you want to blame, it's because you don't know what to do."

He moved his fingertips, and a black silk thread rushed towards the corpses of three men and one woman, and then several silver lights flashed, and the people on the ground instantly turned into pieces of rotten flesh.

Scarlet and dark, eerie and beautiful.

The boy stood not far behind the dismembered corpse, his white clothes looked like clouds in the sky.

The day before the upcoming inner sect competition, these dead disciples were discovered, which immediately caused heated discussions and panic among the crowd.

"I heard that those disciples were terrifying when they died!"

"Isn't it! You said that our Floating World Palace has not seen a dead person for more than a hundred years. Why did so many people die all at once?"

"And they still died together. I heard from my brother's grandfather's nephew's son that when they died, they didn't even have a chance to resist!"

"Hey, do you think the demons are coming again?"

"It's hard to say... I heard that there are traces of demon energy on the edges of those people's wounds."

"Fuck! Isn't that the demons coming?? Could it be that they fished in troubled waters?"

"Hard to say, hard to say."

The rumors that have been discussed have almost suppressed the news of the most popular inner sect competition in Ukiyo Palace, and successfully planted a seed of doubt and fear in everyone's hearts.

After hearing these rumors, Ling Bo couldn't help being afraid—because only she knew that it was indeed the work of people from the Demon Sect.

For Ling Bo, their early appearance was actually a good thing.

Thinking of this, Ling Bo couldn't help but think of the time when he was captured by the people of the Demon Sect, his fingertips were slightly white, and the resentment in his eyes was as deep as a bottomless abyss.

The demons, the demons, they... are here.

Master, are you ready?

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I almost fell asleep _(:з」∠)_, during the New Year's greetings, I hope everyone will take care of it... because the update during this period is super unpunctual! ! !