The villain became the protagonist Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

How did he know?

Xiao Qing frowned, didn't refute or admit it, just listened to Lu Jinzhi's words: "I picked this up at Fang's house, if my uncle hasn't been there, someone should be plotting against you."

He stretched out his hand in front of Xiao Qing, spread out his palm, and there was a hairpin lying on it, with the word "Qing" on the inside of the hairpin.

Xiao Qing glanced at the hairpin, it was indeed the one he often wore.

But when he went to Fang's house, he was tied with a hair band, and this wooden hairpin was placed in the room. Who is going to punish him?

Xiao Qing thought about who was the most likely, and immediately locked on to Qi Caisang who suddenly appeared and was very mysterious in his mind.

Xiao Qing smiled, looked up into Lu Jinzhi's eyes: "Is Jinzhi suspicious of me?"

Lu Jinzhi shook his head, his voice was very low under the pattering rain: "I don't dare, I just want to remind my uncle."

"Yunjin is in chaos, and this disciple has to rush to deal with important matters, so I will leave first."

Yunjin is doomed to become a dead city, a fate that cannot be escaped.

"Go." Xiao Qing smiled lightly, turned around to look at the back, and muttered: "Sure enough, I can't mess with the protagonist, even if there is systematic help to do it in a covert way, someone will run to give the protagonist a message."

The system thought that he was going to correct his mistakes and be a good person, so Xiao Qing said: "Be more careful next time."

【...】

Xiao Qing has inherited [-]% of the original body's hard work and dedication.

Xiao Qing quickly put this matter behind him. Judging from the plot, he will be exposed sooner or later, but sooner or later is a matter of time. Before he is slaughtered by the protagonist, it is best to enjoy yourself in time.

Because of the rain, the bustling capital city was much cooler than before. It was still early in the day, and the roosters raised in captivity in the households began to crow.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the environment, the sky did not light up for a long time, and the people who were still sleeping did not realize that the danger was silently lurking around them, and they might strangle their throats and take their lives at any time.

Just as Xiao Qing walked along the way, he encountered a vicious ten walking corpses, and several Lu family disciples in white robes with gold patterns ran through the streets and alleys in the rain, knocking on doors and telling each other. Set up an exorcism formation in front of the house.

Wan Zhou led a group of people to bump into Xiao Qing. Xiao Qing was thinking whether this arrogant young man was going to catch him to sneer at him, but he didn't expect Wan Zhou to just nod and lead a group of people hurried away.

Xiao Qing nodded his lips with his forefinger, looking at Wan Zhou's back, he didn't react for a while.

Could it be that he didn't know that his wooden hairpin appeared in the Fang family's deserted house?Or are you too busy to argue with him now?

Xiao Qing didn't think of a reason, and after a few turns, he entered the Wanhua Building. Someone was waiting for him, and he took off the cloak that was splashed by rain, and put on a warm snow fox shawl. The heater walked in front with a sleepy expression.

"The group of men in black recruited?"

"Recruited, they are all members of the evil sect Zuotan sect, the leader is Song Yan, the master of the left altar, and the altar master of the right altar are under the evil old five sects, according to the information..."

Xiao Qing was thinking about Lu Jinzhi's affairs, and was a little absent-minded for a while. When his subordinate found out, he paused and called out, "My lord?"

"continue."

"Yes." Fu Qian continued to talk about what he hadn't said just now: "According to the information, Song Yan is very likely to be the elder brother of Song Hui who died in the Fang family three years ago."

"Oh?" Xiao Qing looked at Fu Qian with great interest, his slanted and charming eyes looked like a lazy fox, making it hard to fathom his thoughts.

Fu Qian held back his fear and said, "It's all my subordinates' presumptuous assumptions, but there is also information to prove it. Do you still remember when the evil faction left and right altars arose?"

Fu Qian naturally didn't dare to ask Xiao Qing to answer him, and immediately continued after asking: "It was exactly two years ago that my subordinates sent people to investigate the period between Song Yan's extermination in Fang's family and becoming the leader of the evil sect Zuo altar. According to the news, I found a strange thing."

Between the words, Xiao Qing had already reached the underground dungeon, Xiao Qing withdrew his gaze, and said quietly: "Okay, you're talking about Song Yan's disappearance for three years, right?"

After all, he had seen the original plot, and when Fu Qian mentioned the name, Xiao Qing instantly understood that what Fu Qianneng had investigated was nothing like that.

Fu Qian had no choice but to swallow the words, and felt resentful for a moment. He finally found something that Fu Hua hadn't found, but the master already knew that Fu Qian had a kind of wasted work and was poured cold water on him. A cool feeling.

Xiao Qing leaned against the iron gate in front of the water prison, turned around and looked at him with a blank smile: "Instead of trying to please me in vain, why don't you think about how you let people run away under your noses."

Fu Qian's face turned from red to blue, and he walked quickly into the water prison to see that there was no one on the water tanker!

"My lord..." Fu Qian's face was ashen, and he knelt down in front of Xiao Qing with a bang. He had already predicted his own death, but the expected pain did not come. A cold hand brushed his neck, Xiao Qing bowed Putting her lower body close to his ear, she said, "Before you die, I want you to investigate someone..."

"Who......"

"Qi, Cai, Sang."

Wen Ya managed to knock on the door of the pharmacy—for some reason, there was no one on the street today, and the doors of every house were closed. Even if it was raining heavily, it was unreasonable. Wen Ya went to buy medicine with a silver ingot , It took a long time to knock for a stick of incense before a voice in the room shouted "Who is it?" A seam opened.

In the howling cold wind, Wen Ya rubbed her wet arms, and gestured: "I'll get the medicine, can you please let me in?"

Wen Ya often came here to buy medicines, so she knew this little mute from the shopkeeper, and when she saw him, she opened the door a little bit to let him in, poked her head out to look around, and was relieved when she saw that there was no vision, and hurriedly slammed the door closed.

"You wait, I'll get you medicine, it's still the same as before, right?"

The sky was gloomy, and even the candles in the room could not illuminate the square inch of the ground. The shopkeeper picked up a small scale, opened the hundred-grid cabinet behind him, and began to take medicine. Wen Ya patted him on the shoulder, and took out a With a silver ingot the size of a palm, he gestured and said: I have money, and I want good medicinal materials.

The shopkeeper looked at him suspiciously, probably wondering if he had done some illegal activities, but seeing that he was always honest, he laughed and joked, "Little Wen, where are you going to get rich?" gone?"

Wen Ya made a face of embarrassment, but luckily the shopkeeper didn't ask any more questions, instead he wrapped the expensive medicinal materials in oiled paper, handed a bundle of hemp rope to his hand, and said while looking for money: "It's been a mess recently, Xiao Qing came to Yunjin , It hasn’t been half a month since the demons and ghosts are running everywhere, you take the medicine and go back quickly, close the door tightly, and don’t go out these days.”

Wen Ya nodded again and again, took the pieces of silver and carefully put them back into her pocket, expressed her thanks in sign language, rushed into the rain and quickly disappeared.

Looking at Wen Ya's leaving direction, the shopkeeper shook his head and sighed "filial son", just as he was about to close the door, a jet-black paw slammed across the door, and the sharp nails like blades reached directly between his eyebrows.

When Xiao Qing returned to the house, he didn't see Lu Jinzhi. Even Zhu Rong was arrested as a volunteer. It was hard to see anyone in the huge yard, so he went to the kitchen again. The chicken soup was still simmering on the small stove. , without moving the slightest bit, Xiao Qing turned off the fire, wrapped it in a towel and poured it into a bowl, after thinking about it, he found a lid to cover it.

The kitchen door was pushed open, and the cook was explaining to the maid about making lunch, when she walked into the room, she saw Xiao Qing in the kitchen wearing spotless white clothes, her face turned pale with fright, But after all, she did it under the hands of a big family, she quickly covered her emotions, and said cautiously: "What does the Taoist priest have to say?"

Xiao Qing glanced back at her, but did not speak. The cook saw Xiao Qing gathered on the soup bowl she was holding in her sleeve, and put on a smiling face: "It turns out that this pot of chicken soup was boiled by the Taoist priest. Still wondering who it was for..."

"No."

The cook was stunned: "Huh?"

Xiao Qing frowned and said impatiently: "I didn't boil it, and I didn't plan to drink it for Lu Jinzhi."

Cook: "..."

Even though he said so, the soup bowl was held firmly, and he left the kitchen directly past her.

When he walked away, the little handyman who followed the cook muttered: "Didn't Mr. Lu say he doesn't like chicken? This is, take the chicken soup back and water the flowers?"

The cook knocked him a millet and scolded him in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't say it."

The little handyman clutched the bag on his head, tearfully said: "Okay, I won't tell others that Daoist Xiao cooked the chicken soup for Young Master Lu."

Xiao Qing was worrying about the bowl of chicken soup.

He originally planned to sneak away the plot, and then seemed to unintentionally increase the favorability of the protagonist, but it seems that this method will not work. Do everything you can to let the protagonist know that he did it.

If things go on like this, the protagonist's trust in him will slowly be exhausted, and finally discovering that he is a white lotus, he will definitely die worse than the original body.

Why not just be bad from the beginning, or find a way to build a good relationship with the people around the protagonist, so that the protagonist might kill him more quickly for the sake of those people?

The system hesitated to speak...

Xiao Qing continued to think, Fu Mingqiu must not do it, he died before the finale, and Fu Mingqiu's death is inevitable and cannot be saved.

The mistress?Although the heroine also died in the barren land, she didn't have to die. What if Xiao Qing let her live until the finale?

As the protagonist's wife and savior...

The author has something to say: System: Actually, you can be the protagonist's wife by yourself.