[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

When Jiang Wuyuan went back, he was still feeling bloody because the last sentence on the note was too greasy, when he saw a face in front of him that was only a few centimeters away from him. Jumped, held back and did not retreat.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing his expression, Granny Meng backed away with a satisfied smile. His voice made him very uncomfortable, like many bugs crawling around in his eardrums. "Your Majesty said that the people above If it comes down for the third time, he won't help stop it, you'd better prepare early."

"Then let them come here." Jiang Wuyuan pressed his ears and leaned back on the chair: "If they stay here for an hour and still refuse to leave, maybe the deity will agree."

Granny Meng saw that he did not learn well from thousands of years ago and had no self-motivation at all. She sighed bitterly, and threw a scroll in her arms: "There are still a few last tasks, the emperor must work hard." , I have stayed here for a long time, so I will take my leave first."

Jiang Wuyuan waved his hand to say goodbye, and didn't care too much about Po Meng's attitude. Many people wanted him to accept the godhood, but no god asked him if he wanted to.

Close your eyes, the things that are originally supreme are worthless in his eyes, that's all.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the location of the next task. The original owner was lying on his side on the couch with his legs crossed, and there was still an uneaten fruit in his hand.

He unceremoniously took a bite of the spiritual fruit, waved his hand and spread out the scroll floating in the air——

In the world of cultivating immortals, the first task is to destroy the Demon Cult, and the second is to gain the trust and forgiveness of the task target.

It looks very simple.

Jiang Wuyuan glanced quickly, retracted the scroll, changed his expression in a second and lay down on his side again, closing his eyes.

There was a knock on the door, followed by a soft voice:

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother?" The voice at the door continued to ring after there was no response, and Jiang Wuchen who was called did not move, and turned over.

The knocking on the door stopped suddenly, the door was gently opened, and a woman in white and green shirt strode in.

"Junior brother? Junior brother!" Gu Huai walked lightly to Jiang Wureen's side and pushed him. Seeing that the latter didn't respond, he sighed unexpectedly, walked to the side table and picked up the wine jar, raised his breath, and raised his volume : "Excellent Sauvignon Blanc, I—throw—?"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Wuyuan opened his eyes suddenly, rolled down with a grunt, grabbed Gu Huaiqing's clothes, and said nervously, "Don't, don't, don't, Fourth Senior Sister."

Seeing his flustered look, Gu Huai laughed lightly, put the wine jar back, helped him up and straightened his messy hair, and blamed him for ignoring people if he didn't get up the wine.

Jiang Wuyuan rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "What's wrong with me, Senior Sister?"

"Students will be recruited in a few days, do you want to accept a disciple?" Gu Huai sat down next to him, paused, and said tentatively: "This time, there is Fang Muyu, the younger brother of the senior sister, among the disciples. What we mean is, Let you take him in."

Jiang Wuyuan stared blankly at her as if she hadn't woken up yet, and after a while, she got up and took off the wine jug at her waist to fill some in the wine jar, then sat on the nearby mahogany chair and bowed her head without saying a word.

"division……"

Jiang Wuyuan took a sip of wine into his mouth, was choked, coughed until the corners of his eyes were red, he waved his hand and did not let Gu Qinghuai get up, he looked up after a while, with a disastrous expression: "You know, senior sister, I can't I am not worthy to be his master."

Gu Huai frowned lightly, and touched Jiang Wuyuan's hair distressedly: "You can't be blamed for what happened back then, the senior brother in charge has also said it, so don't take it to heart. In fact, among the five of us now, you are the most suitable to be his master."

"But I'm only in the Nascent Soul Stage." Jiang Wuchen's eyes were dim, and he forced a smile, but Gu Huaiqing felt that he could cry at any time: "Besides, I'm afraid he would have blamed me a long time ago, if it wasn't for his sister who wanted to save me back then. If you get the cold poison, you won't... you won't die."

I can't hear the last sentence clearly, and I don't know if he is afraid that others will hear it, or if he can't face it. Whenever he encounters something about the senior sister, the people in front of him will become like this. Gu Huaiqing knows that he has blamed himself for many years .

"Don't think so, Junior Brother." For the first time, Gu Huaiqing felt that he was stupid. He couldn't even say a word of comfort, so he could only hug him and pat his back.

Jiang Wuyuan gently pushed her away, returned to his usual appearance, shook his head and said it's all right: "Since it's what my senior brother and sister want, I will consider it."

Senior sister left, Jiang Wuchen watched her go and closed the door.The expression suddenly changed, whether it was the water vapor in his eyes or the warm smile at the corners of his eyes, all disappeared after he blinked. He thought about it and decided on the next step.

On the day of recruiting disciples.

The head of the sect Liu Qinghe sat in the front seat, the third elder Murong Yan sat on the right, the fourth elder Gu Huaiqing sat, and the fifth elder Bailisi sat on the left, and there was still a seat vacant.

Standing below were the five disciples who had just passed the test and met the standards. They were talking in low voices, with obvious excitement and pride in their eyes, while Fang Muyu stood at the farthest edge, with downcast eyes wondering what he was thinking , I can't see any emotion from the expression.

The headmaster looked at the empty seat and paused: "Did the sixth child come?"

The third elder was drinking tea, and raised his eyes when he heard the words: "I'm afraid I went to drink somewhere again, Huai Qing, did you tell him?"

Gu Huai nodded lightly: "Junior Brother said he would consider it."

The Fifth Elder just shook his head. He was usually silent and still had nothing to say at this time.

The master pursed his lips, the time has come.The four looked at each other and nodded.The master coughed, and the next five fell silent.

"You are so talented and capable, it's up to you guys..."

"Senior brother and sister, didn't you say you would wait for me!" Before the elder finished speaking, a voice full of grievances suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hall, and then a strong aroma of wine gradually filled the hall.

Hearing this voice, the five disciples all began to sweat behind their backs, and then all ridiculed in their hearts, praying to bless this one not to choose him.

Fang Muyu on the far side clenched his teeth, his lips began to tremble, his face gradually turned blue, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead, and his heart beat extremely violently.

Then, with a weight on his shoulders, the bad prediction in his heart became a reality.

Jiang Wuyuan hooked Fang Muyu's neck with one hand, raised the wine pot with the other and pointed at the few people seated above, "I want this person, don't any of you snatch it from me."

Fang Muyu raised his head abruptly, with obvious dissatisfaction, anger and pleading for help in his eyes, and his good family education prevented him from uttering a single swear word, so he could only desperately resist the desire to strangle the culprit who killed his sister, and stared straight at the head of the sect, Hope The latter can be seen.

Like the other elders, Liu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief as if he hadn't seen Fang Muyu's eyes.

"can."

"No...don't!" Fang Muyu held back for a long time, and finally rushed out such a sentence: "Master, I don't want to!"