Vicious villains always roll over [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Miao met the cold eyes of the monk in white, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a bit nasty.Seeing that the white-clothed monk's face was still as flat as water, he looked away boredly.

Ji Miao didn't see it, but after he looked away, the white-clothed monk's hands, which were covered by his wide sleeves, tightened tightly.

"Master, the disciple has completed the task."

Ye Zhuo stood up and looked at the man in the cloud, feeling a little displeased with staring at the mermaid, and didn't understand why he didn't like it for a moment.

Your Majesty Qing Ze, his name is Rong Ning.

The monk in white nodded dispensably, and didn't care much about his apprentice in name.

He retreated all the year round, and his senior brother was determined to force him. Except for the occasional teaching, most of them were taught by his senior brother.

He stared at the absent-minded shark, even he himself didn't notice that his eyes softened a little.

"Would you like to worship me as your teacher."

He followed his heart and spoke out.

As soon as the indifferent voice came out, everyone was shocked. After all, it was inconceivable for Master Qingze to show up, and the probability of accepting apprentices in public was comparable to that of a soaring.

The word "no" turned around in Jimiao's mouth a few times, and finally he caught a glimpse of the protagonist's puzzled eyes, and changed his mind.

"it is good."

Things that can respond to the protagonist, that is, Miao will not refuse.

The shark's timbre is excellent, ethereal and beautiful.

Rong Ning, who was ready to be rejected, was a little dazed, because he couldn't tell because of his facial paralysis all the year round, but his hand that was touching the storage bag stopped. Things to exchange for the Merman let go.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and everyone saw that Master Qingze stopped talking, thinking that they were dissatisfied with the newly recruited apprentice who didn't understand the rules, or regretted it, and they all whispered. Spiritual things, don't know the rules.

These small sects of them have worked hard all their lives, sharpened their heads and wanted to squeeze into the Linqing sect, but unexpectedly a spiritual creature can get the sideways glance of the first sword cultivator of immortality without doing anything, how could they be convinced.

A wave of coercion enveloped the coercion of the monks in the Transcending Tribulation period. At the beginning, many people turned their spiritual power, but they still couldn't bear it and knelt down directly, their bones shattered.

For the first time they felt fear, a shudder from the bottom of their hearts.

Because of the reasons of the previous life, Ye Zhuo struggled to resist.

Only Ji Miao calmed down and tapped Xiao Jiujiu in his mind, but Xiao Jiujiu didn't come out in a daze.

As if afraid of something, Ji Miao stared at the monk in white with deep eyes.

……

"My lord, please forgive me."

Someone gritted their teeth and begged for mercy.

"Master... respect?"

The clear and pleasant sound broke the deadlock, that is, Miao raised his eyebrows, his thick eyebrows were smudged with innocence, he called late on purpose, with a tentative heart, to see the attitude and bottom line of this inexplicable person towards him.

So far, it should be okay?

Ji Miao was a little uncertain, and raised her eyes to look at the monk in white, with some emotion in her eyes.

As soon as the spiritual pressure was released, everyone present felt that they had come alive.

"Ah."

Rong Ning's eyes were light and indifferent, and he slightly opened his soft and thin lips, and gently responded.

He took out something from the storage bag, and three round things floated in front of Jimiao.

Some people know what it is, and they recognize what it is, their faces are bloodshot, and they stutter because of excitement: "Shark... shark... shark beads!"

Everyone was in an uproar, the South Sea shark bead, one out of a thousand years, ordinary people can live forever after taking it, and for monks, it can break through the stage of stagnation.

They were greedy, and they also realized the importance Qing Zezun attached to the mermaids, and the man in Tsing Yi was a little annoyed in the crowd.

In the space, Xiao Jiujiu's eyes were straightened, it really wanted to tell the host to take it quickly, but it didn't dare to go out to QAQ.

"Your name."

"Ji Miao." Ji Miao took the beads and put them in his pocket.

Ji Miao, Rong Ning recited it several times in his heart, and every time he recited it, he seemed to feel a little bit happier, which was something he had never encountered in his cultivation.

His face was a little confused, and he didn't understand the reason for this.He has lived for hundreds of years and has never felt this way.

He remembered the teachings of his master who had passed away: There are three thousand ways, and one must follow one's heart in order to find one's own way.

Once again he followed his heart.

"Leave with me."

he heard himself say.

……

Clouds and mist linger, and the mountains are at the foot, covered by mist.The monk in front was dressed in white clothes like snow, and his blue hair was like a waterfall. When he got closer, he seemed to be able to smell a cold fragrance.

"Is it cold?" the cold voice of the monk in white rang out.

"Not cold, Master."

Ji Miao is a little impatient, are sharks afraid of the cold?

Rong Ning pinched a spell, and a cover blocked the gust of wind from Yujian.

"My name is Rongning."

The soft voice was blown into Jimiao's ears by the wind.

That is Miao:? ? ?

A few incense sticks away, Ji Miao met the eyes of the monk in white: "Okay, Master wants me to leave with you, but I want to use the same sword as Master."

Ji Miao was still on the verge of testing. When she asked this question, she was actually provoking the protagonist. According to the setting of the plot, the master of the protagonist is quite indifferent to him.

He didn't care whether the monk in white would agree or not. If he agreed, he would be able to stimulate the protagonist. If he didn't agree, he also knew his position in the heart of this master.

As he wished, he saw the protagonist's face turn black.

[Ding——add five to the blackening value]

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly stopped being jealous of him and looked at Yuren with pity. Everyone knew that Master Qing Ze didn't like people approaching him.

"it is good."

Ji Miao was still a little surprised to sit on this ancient famous sword.

The sword has a sword spirit, and Hanguang even recognized the master. When the strange aura approached, the sword aura fluctuated slightly, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"Hanguang, no."

When Rong Ning said this with pressure, he became honest in an instant.

Ji Miao stood on the sword.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"will not."

"If you're afraid, grab my...sleeve."

Rong Ning wanted to talk about his hands, but his mouth turned into sleeves.

Then Ji Miao was forced to pull one sleeve of the monk in white.

Recalling this, Miao didn't understand why the other party told him his name.

The air is quiet.

Rong Ning was a little lost in the front, his transparent eyes were a little dazed, he wanted to hear Jimiao's voice, but he didn't know what topic to start this time.

The surrounding scenery changed, as if coming to another space, faintly saw the surrounding air rippled slightly, and the air became extraordinarily fresh, surrounded by eight peaks at the foot, countless rare birds and beasts, the misty rivers, flowing watercolor clouds , colorful.

The Linqing sect has many spiritual veins, which are composed of eight peaks. Each peak has a master.

When it fell to the ground, it felt real.

"You will live here from now on."

A cold voice came from next to my ear: "I live only a hundred meters away from your right hand."

Rong Ning pointed to the cave that Ji Miao saw as the place where primitive people lived.

"Well, thank you, Master."

There was no complaint on Ji Miao's face.

"Well, you can ask me something."

Rong Ning paused for a moment, eyelashes drooping slightly, his beautiful hand brushed over the sleeve that Jimiao had grabbed all the way, and said inadvertently.

It seems that there is still the temperature of the other party on it.

A paper crane flew from afar, landed on Rong Ning's slender hands, and turned into a stream of light into Rong Ning's eyebrows.

Rong Ning called a wooden boy: "I'll come back as soon as I go, if you feel bored, the wooden boy will guide you to familiarize yourself with the place."

After all, the aura fluctuated, and the person had disappeared.

Ji Miao looked at the five or six-year-old children in front of her.

The two looked at each other with big eyes.

"he is……"

【It's made of wood, it's just that your so-called master endowed him with a bit of aura, caught the ghosts with undeveloped spiritual wisdom in all directions, and became it. 】

Xiao Jiujiu was suffocated to death, and as soon as the scary person left, he immediately took out a handful of melon seeds and knocked them.

The five or six-year-old boy was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with two braids on his head, and his posture was like an adult.

He squinted his eyes, looked left and right, and seeing no one, he plucked the dog's tail grass from the side of the road and put it in his mouth, squinting at Jimiao: "New here? He looks pretty good."

Ji Miao looked at him with a funny face.

"My name is Mu Yi, and you are the first person brought here by His Majesty. That kid from the Ye family doesn't even have this kind of treatment."

Ji Miao is quite interested in him, but Xiao Jiujiu knows that her host is very bad.

"What does your lord normally do?"

Mu Yi gave him an acquaintance, talked about the daily life of his lord, and also elaborated on Rong Ning's cleanliness and bottom line.

"He is a man who must abide by the rules in front of him. He is so obsessed with cleanliness. Didn't you see that white dress? No one can touch him."

Ji Miao thought for a while, Rong Ning asked him to grab Yi Yi's sleeve, with a subtle expression on his face.

Speaking of his lord, Mu Yi eloquently said, "So you have to serve your lord well!"

"What about Ye Zhuo?"

Ji Miao looked at Mu Yi with beautiful eyes.

Mu Yi's face was a bit strange, but he just said vaguely: "He is a person who is not familiar with him."

I don't want to talk about it.

……

When Ye Zhuo came back, it was already late, his titular master accepted disciples in front of him today, and everyone wished him falsely.

In just two days, the merman became his junior.

A serious departure from the previous life.

He was a little lost in thought, thinking of what Ji Miao said today, a possibility welled up in his heart.

And this may make him forget to return to the teacher's door, so he should return immediately.

Ji Miao was lying on the bed, although the room looked a bit down and out, the things inside were quite complete, and the fluorite inlaid on the wall glowed to illuminate the surroundings.

In his hands were tricked things from Mutong, various talismans and pills, including a one-square-meter storage bag.

"Can these things be brought back? 』

[Host, where is your face? 】

"have eaten. 』

The door was restricted, and Ye Zhuo easily broke open. The boy on the bed heard the sound and looked at him. Under the dim light, Ye Zhuo lost his words for a moment, but because he was eager to know the truth, his eyes deepened. began to say.

"There is a man who loves me so much that he digs out his own heart to heal me."

"However, I used this sword to chop that person off a cliff."

"Later, he didn't die, he hurt everyone around me, and he didn't hurt a hair on me."

"Junior brother, do you think he loves me very much?"

The merman walked up to him step by step, and the three thousand strands of hair glowed in the dim light.

Push the protagonist to the corner step by step.

"Of course he loves senior brother very much, so what does senior brother want to express."

Ji Miao sips one senior brother at a time, and Ye Zhuo's warm breath leaks into Ye Zhuo's ears.

In the dark night, Ye Zhuo smiled, with a hint of ruthlessness mixed with warmth.

"You are not him."

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