Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

The boy stared at Shuang Jiang coldly: "Put down the sword and come here."

Shuang Jiang was helpless, gritted his silver teeth and approached.

The boy sealed her spirit veins with one finger like the wind, and cast a simple silencing spell.

Yuan Qinghang watched his neat movements, and his heart moved: the cultivation base in the early stage of foundation establishment.

Although he didn't know the plot of the whole book, he still had a little impression of some basic settings and characters after scanning a few long reviews before coming here.

In this book, his own character is "beautiful, cruel, wise and cunning".

He refined Qi at the age of six, established the foundation at the age of nine, took over the position of suzerain when he was weak, and led a group of demon cultivators.

Ordinarily, his talent as a villain is already amazing, but compared to the hero, of course, he is still a little bit worse.

He is now at the late stage of Qi refining, and will soon break through to Foundation Establishment, but the boy's attack just now is already a sign of the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and he is still under serious injury!

He stood obediently, trying to appease the people behind him: "Little brother, don't be nervous—don't you just want to leave, it's easy to handle."

He pointed to the outside of the house, and said in a persuasive manner, "I'll send someone to send you out right now, and release them all together with your brothers and sisters. Do you think it's okay?"

Hurry up to send this nemesis away, and ask him to become a young swordsman, and just stay here honestly, light and healthy, free and easy, and explore all kinds of magic in this fairy world, wouldn't it be wonderful?

The boy glanced at him, feeling strange in his heart.

If I hadn't seen too much of his irascibility these days, I would have thought he was a harmless young man from a family just by looking at his sculpted and grinning appearance.

He said coldly: "How to guarantee?"

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a young hero, so cunning.

Ah no, it's smart and calm, it's hard to fool around.

"My majestic young master of the Demon Sect, I keep my word. If I say I won't pursue him, I will never pursue him."

The boy was unmoved, a silencing curse came over, Yuan Qinghang opened his mouth: "..."

Wow, I really can't make a sound!

The boy walked cautiously to the door and looked out.

Outside there are layers of courtyards, with ferocious beasts squatting on the corners of the eaves, which are very different from the white walls, black tiles, and bamboo orchid grass of Xianzong.

On the long corridor in the distance, there are faint figures of servants passing by from time to time. It is still dangerous to go out.

He turned around and pushed Yuan Qinghang to sit down beside the long table, pulled the animal tendons, and tied his wrists up likewise.

Seeing Yuan Qinghang's eyes rolling wildly, his small sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he said coldly: "Don't make bad ideas. I'm dead, and you don't even want to live."

Little brother, you can't die, you will be a genius of Xianzong in the future, the protagonist who defies the sky.

While complaining in his heart, Yuan Qinghang nodded repeatedly: "..."

The boy was obviously not used to his cuteness, looking at his bleeding neck, he hesitated.

Picking up a long silk handkerchief by the pillow, he helped Yuan Qinghang wipe off the blood, wrapped it around his neck again, tied a knot skillfully, and said seriously: "You are obedient, don't move, I won't hurt you."

Yuan Qinghang felt a burst of emotion in his heart: It really is the character of the hero, although he has a handsome face like a small iceberg, but in fact, he repays grievances with kindness, and his heart is soft.

The boy looked at his wet black eyes and frowned: "Why are you crying, does it hurt so much?"

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

Where are you crying!It was just being scratched, physiological tears!

The boy sat down cross-legged beside him, making gestures with his palms, protecting his dantian, and slightly closed his eyes.

Yuan Qinghang peeked at him.

Alas, the male lead is the male lead. In such a dangerous environment, he is still calm and does not forget to meditate.

A small jade-like face was slightly flushed, and on the side of the upturned bridge of the nose, there were some fine beads of sweat, which were crystal clear.

As if he felt Yuan Qinghang's prying eyes, his long black eyelashes drooped, and he suddenly said: "At night, you take me out. If you save my brothers, we will leave and we won't be embarrassed you."

Yuan Qinghang was about to nod quickly, when suddenly, a childish voice came from outside the closed door.

"Brother Young Master, are you there?"

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The settings in Yuan Qinghang's mind were quickly matched successfully, and he was shocked: Oops, this kid is here to add to the chaos.

Another male supporting cannon fodder in the book, the son of Li Hongling, the left protector of Mozong, Li Qinghong!

She has a surly personality and her biological father is unknown.

As his loyal subordinate of the young master of the Demon Sect, although he didn't make many appearances, he did no less evil than him.

As a powerful young master of the Demon Sect, Yuan Qinghang killed a few decent sects and poisoned a few disciples of the immortal sect. When he was too lazy to do it himself, it was this low-level male partner who helped him.

Compared with him, this male supporting role is probably more bloody and murderous.

But now...it seems to be the same little Douding.

The expression of the boy beside him changed drastically, he jumped up, raised his hand to undo Yuan Qinghang's silencing spell, and shouted in a low voice, "Send him away."

Yuan Qinghang coughed, and whispered with a wry smile: "The door of this medicine storage room is usually open, and he also comes in and out at will. If I don't show up..."

The boy looked at him suspiciously, and the voice outside the door sounded again: "Brother Young Master, why don't you open the door?"

The boy thought for a while, then pulled Yuan Qinghang to the door, and hid himself behind the door. The alien bone spur touched Yuan Qinghang's side, and pressed coldly: "Open the door."

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

After years of lingering sickness, he can be regarded as a doctor after a long illness, and he has taught himself some medical knowledge.

——If memory serves me right, this bone spur is touching his lumbar artery. If it is stabbed at such a tricky angle, blood will splatter five steps immediately, spraying like a fountain.

There is a lot of use in the timing of this book transmigration, maybe the hero will be punished in advance!

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and opened the door from the inside, revealing a small crack.

Standing outside the door was a little boy who was also not that big. Against the light, his complexion was extremely fair, his chin was pointed, and his eyebrows were delicate.

Seeing Yuan Qinghang's face, his eyes immediately lowered, as if a little afraid.

It was the little supporting role who had the same illness as him, Li Qinghong.

Yuan Qinghang felt a slight pain in his side, and the alien bone spur stabbed forward as a warning.

Yuan Qinghang groaned secretly in his heart, and sternly faced the door: "I have something to do, don't bother me, get out."

He was already arrogant and rude, and he always bossed around this childhood playmate. Sure enough, Xiao Li Qinghong outside the door lowered his head and said timidly: "Oh, then, then I'll go practice identifying herbs first."

Yuan Qinghang closed the door with a "bang", and the two people in the room held their breath for a while, and they were relieved to hear that the outside was quiet.

Yuan Qinghang turned his head and was suddenly taken aback.

The face of the boy who was close at hand was a little abnormally red.

He held the bone spur in his small hand, and was close to Yuan Qinghang's waist and eyes. Even through his clothes, he could feel the extreme heat in his palm.

Yuan Qinghang quickly reached out and stroked the boy's forehead.

Sure enough, the tentacles were hot, and the hair on his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Oops, I have a fever.

I don't know how many medicines I have given him these days. Although it is not fatal, it is poisonous after all. In addition, I fed him a bunch of burning heart grass yesterday, and tied him to the ground to sleep all night.

Even a body with a foundation can't withstand such torture.But what about his elders and parents?

Isn't he the brightest chief disciple of the Sword Sect in the future? How could he let the child fall into the devil's lair and be tortured like this?

For a moment, Yuan Qinghang suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

"You... Take the bone spur away, and I'll heal your wound." He looked at the boy and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you either."

Before crossing, he was eighteen or nineteen years old after all, and he was just wandering around in the hospital for a long time.

The pediatric ward is a place he often goes to. He often plays with a group of small patients, and the children especially like to pester him.

Seeing that the little male protagonist is sick right now, his heart softened all of a sudden, and his tone involuntarily became gentle, just like the little sick friends before.

The boy panted a few times, looking at him with strange eyes.

How could this little devil say such ridiculous things with such a pure face.

Won't hurt him?Didn't he do the painful beatings, humiliation and torture these days with his own hands?

The strong support just now exhausted his strength, he staggered and leaned against the wall behind him, his black hair scattered.A ray of dazzling bright red flowed down the pale mouth.

"Do you think that after a few days of poisoning, you will make me a fool?" He sneered in a low voice.

Yuan Qinghang: "..."

It's not cute that he looks like a cold and cold little adult, but he can hate people.

It's still burning!

The two of them were staring at each other, when suddenly there was a "click" from the opposite window, and the child's voice sounded again: "Even if you are not a fool, you will soon be a dead person."

The two of them were taken aback, and turned their heads to look at the window in unison.

The window was pushed open a crack at some point, and a pair of eyes looked inside.

Yuan Qinghang's heart seemed to be struck by thunder: it's over.

I just feel that I am still a child now, how could I forget that this little brother Li Qinghong's future personality will be equally ruthless and extremely difficult to deal with?

He didn't know where he found something wrong just now, so he went quietly and came back, went around the window and eavesdropped.

Sure enough, the next moment, this cute little brother was also uncute.

He shrank his body under the window sill, hid himself well, and then opened his mouth suddenly.

A scream pierced through the sky: "Come quickly, brother young master is going to be killed!"

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