The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

The jumping topic made Fu Yu's train of thought not catch up for a while.

He subconsciously answered: "With me to accompany you, who else do you need to compete with?"

"you?"

The boy's voice sounded.

He reacted immediately, frowned, and looked at the young man in front of him disapprovingly. Just as he was about to persuade him, he saw the young man with exquisite appearance and unmistakable brows, his eyes were slightly indifferent, but he raised his chin and said Out of arrogance: "You can't!"

"I can not?"

Fu Yu, who wanted to comfort him to lay a solid foundation first, smiled when he heard this: "Why can't I?"

The young man glanced at himself sideways, raised his delicate eyebrows, and gave him a look that he understood, then turned and went to wash up.

He froze for a moment, then followed.

After washing up, the attendant served the meal, and once the two of them sat down, he came back to it—the young man thought he hadn't used all his strength!

Fu Yu, who realized this, was both amused and helpless.

No matter who the young man is, he is the one he loves, so how can he be willing to really hit hard?

Fu Yu shook his head, and asked while feeling tired of the cloth: "Then you don't want to see Wei Lanshu anymore?"

"Look for it." Yan said, picking up his chopsticks, "Finding someone doesn't conflict with competition."

"However, the remnants of the Demon Cult have disappeared for more than 50 years, and it is as difficult as heaven to find them."

Hearing these words, Yan Jiacai paused, pondered for a moment, and said, "I know where their base camp is!"

When it comes to the Devil's Cult, it is inevitable to introduce the structure of this world.

This realm is called Qianyuan.

It is divided into five continents: Central Plains, Eastern Yu, Nansheng, Western Regions, and Northern Territory.

Except for the Central Plains, where the imperial court is respected, the rest of the city is governed by the city and is not under the jurisdiction of the imperial court.Fuyang City is located in the east corner of the Central Plains, bordering the northern border.And the so-called demon sect is not a real demon, but some people who specialize in plundering other people's mind power for their own use.

These people all come from a sect called Shengjiao, whose disciples spread all over the five continents in its heyday.

This sect was created for Yiheyuan, and it was once famous all over the world for challenging the masters of the five continents with a single Luo Xiugong.Anyone who is challenged by him will be plundered by him, and his power will be destroyed or gathered by him. Therefore, he will be regarded as evil and crooked by the righteous people of the five continents, and will eventually die under the attack of the top masters of the five continents.

Without the leader, the disciples in his sect became street rats, and everyone got to punish them. After the death of the leader, a few high-level people disappeared with Luo Xiugong and disappeared without a trace.

This 'nowhere to go' is only for people in this world.

Those who have seen the plot are extremely clear-the remnant party of the Demon Cult is hiding in Wushuang City in the northern border.

"How do you know..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yu suddenly realized that the young man was originally a member of the Demon Cult, how could he not know the Demon Cult headquarters, so he changed his tone: "Then I will go with you."

"Up to you." Said Yan.

After eating, Fu Yu went to the treasury to find a weapon in his hand.

As the lord of a city, the Fu family has a profound heritage beyond words.

A seven-story tower stood in the center of the lake, surrounded by silence, seemingly unguarded, but murderous intentions were hidden everywhere. He followed Fu Yu into the first floor of the tower, and the room was full of gold, silver and jewels, which made people's eyes hurt.

Suddenly, an unattractive middle-aged man appeared in front of the two of them, bowed his hands to Fu Yu, and then retreated to the dark place.

Fu Yu took Yan's hand and led him up the wooden stairs next to him, and explained patiently as he went upstairs: "The fifth floor and below are all financial affairs, and each is equipped with a tower guard. The sixth and seventh floors are collected by my Fu family for many years. Cheats and some cultivation experience, the guards of the tower are masters who have disappeared in the rivers and lakes, only the fifth floor contains all kinds of weapons."

While speaking, the two had reached the fifth floor.

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Liang's eyes were filled with all kinds of weapons that exuded a chilling air and awe-inspiring killing intent. Eighteen types of weapons such as swords, guns, swords and sticks were all available, including heavy armor and light weapons for defense. soft armor etc.

These treasures are incomparably tempting for ordinary people.

But Yan didn't like it very much, no matter how famous these weapons were, they were not ordinary weapons to him.

Fu Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the young man beside him.

Seeing that his expression was calm, without a trace of shock or fluctuation, he raised his brows, turned his head with a smile, looked at the full library of weapons, and stood with his hands behind his back: "The weapon is just a decoration when the power of thought is cultivated to the level of me. If you move too fast, your foundation will be unstable, and you will suffer a disadvantage if you compete with others with bare hands..."

As he spoke, his sizing eyes stopped on a dusty umbrella.

Unlike other weapons that leak out of the cold air, this umbrella has been left unattended all year round, and no one has cleaned it. The surface of the umbrella is covered with dust, making it look like an extremely ordinary umbrella at first glance.He paused, walked over, bent over to blow off the dust accumulated on the umbrella.

The dust flew all over the sky in an instant, but it also showed the color of the umbrella surface.

It is a bright red umbrella.

He held up the handle of the umbrella and walked to the skylight. The pouring skylight shone on the umbrella surface, but the dark umbrella surface showed a looming red lotus, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance of lotus in it.

He put away the umbrella, turned around and handed it to the boy who was looking at him: "This is a weapon I made when I was young. It's called Red Lotus. It has the effect of sneak attack and confusion."

When I took the umbrella, I found a button on the handle.

The handle of the umbrella felt slightly warm, and when I looked closely at the umbrella surface, I found that the fabric of the umbrella surface was woven with a kind of tough silk thread, which could withstand the attacks of most weapons. When I knocked it, it was hollow inside.

He found the umbrella buckle along the umbrella ribs, and saw that each umbrella buckle had a small hole. He pressed the mechanism on the umbrella handle, and countless needles as thin as a cow's hair shot out of the small hole in the umbrella buckle. .

"The function is very general." It doesn't fit Yan's style either.

He folded the umbrella and was about to give it up when he heard Fu Yu say, "It's a good umbrella for shade and rain, and it can also be used as a weapon when folded up."

Hearing this, and because he didn't have a weapon to look at, Yan took the umbrella as a matter of necessity: "Let's just take this one."

After ordering the weapons, Fu Yu asked him to go back to Jinlan Garden first, and he went to find City Lord Fu himself.

Yan was not in a hurry to go back, so he wandered around the city lord's mansion with an umbrella, and accidentally walked to the garden of the back courtyard. Before he saw anyone, he first heard the sound of a chaotic piano.

He didn't know how to play the qin, so he felt the sound of the qin was harsh, so he frowned and followed the sound of the qin through a forest of cold plums. The person he forgot faces himself and plucks the strings.

The other party seemed to have seen him too, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Then he got up and coughed while flirting. Opened the gauze, walked out of the pavilion and said, "I've seen you, young master."

I just want to see who is playing the piano here.

It was obvious that Fu Junze was going to leave, but unexpectedly he came to say hello and walked over.

First looked at him.

The fox fur on the cloak covered half of his face, but it also clearly showed the black and blue eyes under his eyes. His complexion was pale for many years, and there was a tiredness and unresolved melancholy between his eyebrows and eyes.

While he was looking at Fu Junze, Fu Junze was also looking at him.

The young man was holding a bright red umbrella, and the person under the umbrella was wearing a soft black robe, making him tall and straight, with a face like white jade.

A head of black hair is tied high, tied tightly by a jade hairpin, reflecting his finely carved facial features like ink paintings, and his eyes like stars.

This was the first time that Fu Junze scrutinized the young man who had worshiped him so carefully.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the umbrella surface, penetrating the umbrella surface to reflect a layer of soft red light, like a flower demon suddenly appearing in the plum grove, both beautiful and demonic, difficult to distinguish between male and female, which made him amazed for a moment.

But Yan withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and Honglian at this moment, walked past him into the gazebo.

He opened his clothes and sat on the stone bench, poured himself a cup of hot tea, moistened his throat, and said to the person sitting opposite him: "Why are you here alone? Where is Zhu Wenlang?"

But he forgot to ask Fu Yu about the situation of the two of them.

With lowered eyes and concentrated eyes, Fu Junze pursed his lower lip, opened his eyelids again, looked at the young man who casually looked around, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Young Master Zhu is pregnant, and it's inconvenient for me to practice piano, so I just Came here, I don’t know why the young master appeared here?”

As he spoke, he picked up the tea bowl and put it near his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the disgusted face.

Yan's eyes fell on the Guqin on the stone table: "Your qin skills really should avoid people."

It's awful.

Fu Junze, who understood what he meant, smiled: "It seems that the young master was attracted by my terrible piano sound."

He raised his eyebrows noncommittally, got up and was about to leave.

He wasn't familiar with Fu Junze, so he didn't have much to say, not to mention that he had plotted against this person before—it wasn't a plot, after all, what he was doing was the beauty of a man, so he said: "Then you continue to practice, I won't excuse me."

"Wait a mininute."

When Fu Junze heard that he was leaving, he subconsciously stopped him.

But when the other party cast a suspicious look, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

As Yan had imagined, the two of them had never had a real conversation before this.

They even met each other only a few times, except for the night in the palace hall, the rest of the times were just glimpses.

But he was really depressed, the sudden appearance of the boy gave him a moment of peace in his heart.

Under the gaze of the young man, he pursed his lips nervously, and thought for a while: "My piano skills are actually good, but I was depressed in my heart, and I was a little confused just now. If you don't believe me, why don't you sit down and listen to me play the last song?"

"..." Yan thought he had something to say.

The feeling is that Qin Yi has been questioned and wants to prove it.

But he doesn't know how to play the piano.

No matter how nice it sounds to him, it is just a decadent sound.

But the other party was already sitting by the piano, and without giving him a chance to refuse, he plucked the strings with his fingers.

Hearing the sound of 'Zheng', the melodious and soothing tone began to echo in the gazebo before the end sound fell.

The timbre is relaxed and far-reaching, subtle and long, with a fascinating sense of joy. Even if you don’t know how to get tired of the piano, you can still feel the relaxation brought by the sound of the piano, so you sat back again, resting your chin with one hand and placing the other on the table. , the fingertips tapped one after another in accordance with the rhythm.

The scene was unexpectedly harmonious.

But in the eyes of Fu Yu who came looking for someone, it was particularly glaring.

He just went to Fu Qinghui to prepare for the trip, and he didn't watch him, so he sat in front of Fu Junze and listened to the piano.

Fu Yu's eyes darkened.

Apart from that Wei Lanshu, Fu Junze was the one he hated the most.

After all, the two of them have really worshiped the world, even if they bear Zhu Wenlang's name, they are also hated to worship with them.

Fu Yu clenched his palms tightly, took a deep breath, walked through the plum forest and walked into the gazebo.

Amid Fu Junze's uninterrupted sound of the zither, he sat directly beside Yan's side, then stretched out his arms around Yan's waist as if swearing sovereignty, lowered his head to his ear, and said softly: "Have you been waiting for a long time, some boring?"