Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

fate.

These four words entered Fen Lian's ears, but there was no lingering meaning of affection, and some of them were only cold.

He thought of his previous life, where Yan Wujiu lived carefree for many years, but because he passed by here, he had a demon in his mind, which dragged that person into this colorful world of karma.

If it wasn't for him, how could Yan Wujiu know the six doors?

How could he fall step by step, and finally bear the stigma, be hated by the world, and die in a place he doesn't know?Not even the bones were to be found.

The distorted, sinister red mist covered Fenlian's eyes, like a bloody crimson moon descending on the world.

"It's so murderous, who is there?" The distant voice loomed.

Do it again, this time you still can't escape.

The Six Doors came here because of the pursuit of him, and it was because of him that Yan Wujiu was once again suspected and falsely accused.

It seems that the invisible horoscope once again tried its best to return to its original track, rolling away in the predetermined direction.

He seemed to have seen the near future, and that person would die because of him again.

"Your Excellency, if you keep quiet, don't blame me for being rude."

It was all his fault, he was indeed Yan Wujiu's calamity!

It would be fine if it didn't exist, and it would be fine if all those who hurt that person, including himself, didn't exist.

kill!kill kill kill...

"Zhuge retreats, and leads the people first. Ah Yue Luezhen, pay attention to prevent the tail from chasing, and leave this person to me."

"Be careful yourself."

The Buddha beads wrapped around the blade of the sword and went away, hitting the chest of the person who came from a very tricky angle, and the long sword pierced through the shoulder without retreating.

Ha ha ha ha... die, all go to die!

"Where did this lunatic come from? Did you die? When did you offend such an enemy...cough cough..."

"Xiaofeng, you are not his opponent, hold your breath and back away."

Under the distorted red moon, all three figures appeared in front of the field of vision.

Tick-tock blood trickled down the fingers of his arm, but he didn't even look at it.

Very good, just kill them all at once.

The curtain of the bamboo hat covered the upper half of the face, revealing the corners of the cold and resolute lips, which slowly raised a cruel arc, like a demon coming from hell to seek his life.

The black-clothed figure flashed ghostly in front of them, and with a palm strike, Feng Jianpo immediately turned back to block the crowd, and was instantly thrown away by his strength.

Just as the man in black was approaching, there was a jingle of bells under his feet.

I don't know when the organ formation under the feet was activated, and the feet of the man in black were completely wrapped in the radiant snow vines, as if he was dreaming of the moonlight as bright as water.

The transparent vines sucked the blood dripping from the arm and turned dark red. The ferocious thorns became more and more lush, winding and winding up the flesh and blood.

In the next instant, the man in black exploded into bright red powder with his internal strength.

A strange fragrance penetrated into the flesh and blood along with the powder smoke.

The vision like a blood moon began to blur and become chaotic, like a nightmare in a deep swamp.

Got it.Zhuge Xiao didn't feel the slightest joy, instead he immediately ran away with the crazy and frightened woman.

He moved, and the other two who cooperated tacitly also left and right, leading him and the crazy girl to retreat without looking back.

Feng Jianpo turned his head unwillingly: "Zhuge, what is that?"

"Yulinling. It's a Gu. If you get entangled, it will be as immortal as lovesickness and parting. It's best not to get close now, and wait until dawn. That thing is afraid of the sun, and it will sleep temporarily under the sun."

"What about the man in black?" Gu Yuexi was still thinking about the case.

Zhuge Xiao said calmly: "It depends on whether he can survive until dawn. If we are lucky, we can pick up a living person. If we are not lucky, we can only let Xiaolou and the others handle the finishing touches."

As for this living person, whether it is a living person with only one breath left or a living person whose life is worse than death, he understates it and doesn't care.When the time comes, it will be considered an emergency, so it's just that I didn't expect to miss it.

Feng Jianpo was a little unwilling, he wanted to draw his sword and fight the opponent head-on with force, and arrest him.

But they brought women and children with them, and Zhuge didn't know martial arts.Where the enemy came from, they don't know.As soon as Pu fought against him, he was firmly suppressed. This is really not a good time to give it a go. No matter how belligerent Feng Jianpo is, he still barely suppressed it.

Gu Yue rested her jaw and said, "Zhuge, gather your people first, and have someone take this girl back to settle down. Xiaofeng and I stay here, and be careful not to let ordinary people get close."

Zhuge Xiao nodded: "Be careful."

However, when they went back, even the blood on the ground had disappeared without a trace.Only some crystal clear shards existed, proving that the dangerous fight was not an illusion.

Feng Jianpo's expression was stern: "Let him run away."

Gu Yuexi surveyed the scene carefully, her brows were introverted and calm, and she said in a leisurely manner: "You have fought against him, talk about it."

Just now Gu Yuexi has been protecting the crazy girl in the rear, assisting Zhuge Xiao in the formation, and has never made a move.

Po Jian Po recalled: "The opponent's martial arts are extremely high, but his internal strength is unstable. His weapon seems to be... a string of very hard beads."

Gu Yue rested her jaw: "Buddhist beads? That's right. Before Song Xiao disappeared, she seemed to have been afraid of monks. It's not surprising that the murderer was related to monks when the Buddhist temple was destroyed. Let me know and thoroughly investigate all the monks in the nearby temples."

……

Yan Wujiu never cared about Fenlian's so-called saying that he must come back before Haishi.

Doesn't this mean in disguise that if he didn't see him when he came back, he would make a note of tormenting him?

Otherwise, it's fine, and the two of them are not close, so why bother to tell him when he will come back.

However, Yan Wujiu didn't go out either, he washed up early and went to bed, looking through the book he bought today.

The storybook about a group of ancient people solving crimes and fighting is naturally not as interesting as the lingering and romantic storybook.Yan Wujiu lowered his eyes and nodded his head from time to time, and collapsed before finishing half of the book.

I probably read a storybook before going to bed, and soon had a dream about the six doors.

This dream is powerful, following the current events during the day, Yan Wujiu actually dreamed that a group of people were planning to catch flower pickers.

The people in the dream were the three people from Six Doors who broke up unhappy during the day, but the location of the layout was not the real crime scene, but the Yan family.

Yan Wujiu thought, probably because he had never been to Miss Ran's house, so he couldn't imagine it in his dream, so he used the most familiar environment as the background.

The reason why a dream is a dream lies in the indescribable switching of camera angles.

Yan Wujiu followed the six doors at first, listening to their layout, then switched to the corridor in the next second, and saw County Magistrate Yan and Mrs. Yan through the window, the old couple held hands and wept in silence.

Yan Wujiu was puzzled for a moment, did he have a younger sister or something in this dream who acted as a victim?

Thinking of this, he looked back, and the house was extremely quiet.

Yan Wujiu was walking towards his room, and suddenly heard a few suppressed sobs.

His heart beat suddenly.

Is there someone in his room?

The voice was inexplicably familiar, yet extremely strange, he had probably never heard it before.

In the blink of an eye, he was in the room. In the darkness, there was only a red candle on the table, but his eyes were full of brilliant red.

The window is open, the spring breeze and the fragrance of flowers hit, and the mellow smell of wine overwhelms.

He was also smoky and drunk, only feeling hot.

There was a person lying on the bed, wrapped in gorgeous red silk, like a dying prey in a spider's web, with a long and slender neck raised, and his Adam's apple was fragile and delicate.With the same red silk strangled in his mouth, he made a muffled sound.

It turned out that they weren't older sisters, did the dream make up a younger brother for him?

Yan Wujiu's hand lightly landed on his forehead, stroking his face little by little.

I don't know whether it is sweat or tears, but the red silk that is blindfolded is wet.

It's obviously pitiful, but it's only tempting.

Yan Wujiu caressed the man's wet and slightly swollen lips with his hand boredly, the tentacles were soft and numb.

It's a pity that Yan Wujiu's body isn't good enough, otherwise he would really like to play a cameo role as the flower picker who was late in his dream.

Yan Wujiu lowered his eyes and kissed the man's slightly trembling lips.

Even though he couldn't see the whole face clearly, he still found this person very pleasing to the eye.

"Are you afraid? How about calling out to Brother Yan obediently, and I'll save you?"

He spoke frivolously, and slowly took off the red silk blindfold, and met those wet, clear eyes full of arrogance and fierceness.Like a snow wolf in a state of embarrassment, no matter how fierce it is, it can't hide the fact that it is stern at the moment.

This time Yan Wujiu didn't get teased, but opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

This person is himself!

The mood at this moment was quite weird, the anger was absurd, but it was even more funny, and in the end he sneered.

Sure enough, a dream is a dream, and he doesn't believe that any flower picker dares to touch him.

"Hey, it's really useless. Why are you staring at me?" Yan Wujiu propped his face sideways, looking at the other him in his dream from a close distance, with a gentle and harmless smile.However, with such a gorgeous and beautiful smile, it is unmistakable that there is a knife hidden in the smile, with malicious intentions.

call.

The wind extinguished the red candle, and the vision was dimly red.

In the darkness, the fragrance of flowers and wine, and the splendor of the spring breeze blend into a dense fragrance.

The dream began to become chaotic and fragmented, illogical.

Someone was bullying that person, and Yan Wujiu was annoyed by the sound of sobbing intermittently, but he didn't have a figure or presence.

In the next moment, he saw himself in the man's suddenly absent-minded and moist eyes, as if it was him who made that person show such an expression at this moment.

Like a glazed ball shattered from the inside, it kept rolling and shattering, and in the end it was no longer possible to tell what was what.

Yan Wujiu woke up startled, glanced at the hourglass, it was not midnight yet.

His Adam's apple rolled, feeling thirsty, he took a long breath, and covered his forehead with the back of his hand.

The snow-white jacket was crumpled by him, Yan Wujiu didn't care, and walked barefoot to the mirror stand on the wooden floor.

The candle was still on, and his face was reflected in the dim copper mirror.

That face had slanted eye tails, and the expressionless face appeared to be mocking and arrogant, the corners of the eyes were faintly stern, it was exactly the same as the face in the dream, but there was a slight difference.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, a smile that was not a smile, and the look in the eyes of the person in the mirror was even more severe, as if the autumn water full of stars collided with the sword light, and the floating light and ice cold were full of waves.

This is what it looks like.

It's just that her eyebrows and eyes are still a little pale and weak, a little gloomy, and a little unknowingly charming.

If you are strong, you will be humiliated.

Yan Wujiu's lips touched the cold bronze mirror, and he suddenly realized that he opened the distance, but the eyes of the person in the mirror were full of lust and soul, fascinated.

laugh.Yan Wujiu smiled and shook his head, pressing his palm on the cold mirror.

Fainted.

Are you really crazy?

For the first time, Yan Wujiu felt that he was so narcissistic that he was a little crazy.

However, it's better to fuck yourself in the dream than to take advantage of someone else who doesn't know.

Ximen Wujiu is a high-ranking official, and he doesn't think about the lower limit of morality.

Suddenly, he suddenly looked out the window.

There is something going on outside.

He casually touched a dagger in his sleeve, blew out the candle, and Yan Wujiu walked out of the room without a sound.

The moon was covered by dark clouds outside, and the wind was muffled, as if a spring rain was coming at night.

The sweet and rich fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers overflows the cool stream, flickering, inviting people to smell it carefully.

Yan Wujiu was barefoot, his long hair was loose, and he was wearing a peacock blue brocade dress, like a nocturnal feline, he walked through the corridor silently.

There are some gaps under the pillars that isolate the corridor from the ground.In the gaps between the bluestone slabs, gravel, rubble and weeds co-exist.

There are a few late cherry blossoms planted in the courtyard, and the hibiscus near the water only blooms in autumn.

At the corner of the steps from the promenade to the courtyard, there is a cluster of half-height tea mulberry flowers, which are also called Buddha's smile.

Due to the excessive warmth of the courtyard, the flowers were in the wrong season, and they were already budding at this time, and they timidly bloomed three or two branches, which would not bloom.

Yan Wujiu walked down the steps, and his fingers viciously picked the only flower bud that was slightly opened.

He has been a bully boy since he was a child. He has never had a sense of public morality and empathy. He loves to pick flowers and play with them and throw them into the water. He can watch them sink and swim for a long time without taking their eyes off them.

At this moment, I still subconsciously pick it up, but when it was dark, I bumped into a thorn, and couldn't help frowning lightly.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such." There was a murmur of chanting from the depths of the flower tree, as if someone was talking in a dream while asleep.

Yan Wujiu looked at the slight pain on his finger, but he didn't see any blood beads.

The wind blows suddenly, the flowers and trees sway, and even the clouds seem to be a little thinner, exposing the blurred moonlight, illuminating the night courtyard, like a whitish dream.

Yan Wujiu leaned on the railing of the steps, with an unhappy face, "Hey, why don't you sleep here in the middle of the night and recite scriptures? Why is this flower turned into a spirit? Are you waiting here to subdue demons?"

"...Knowing all things that have action as they really are, being hypocritical and deceitful, staying for a while, and deceiving ordinary people."

Yan Wujiu bent down, supported the railing and pushed aside the flowering branches, staring in astonishment at the monk who was leaning under the flower tree, looking like a dead mouse.

The moon-white monk's robe on his body was torn, covered with mud and unknown stains, and his face seemed to be scratched by flowers and branches, with faint blood stains.

He sat cross-legged, as if he had a good posture for himself before he passed away. He was obviously solemn, calm and peaceful, but he was inexplicably pitiful.

Yan Wujiu leaned on the railing and looked at him with a flowering branch in his spare time. He smiled viciously, but his voice was soft and innocent: "Master, have you been exorcised?"

The sound of chanting sutras stopped, and those dull eyes opened to look at him, losing all edges and corners, just like the solitude of refuge after enlightenment.

"Is Lord Tanyue the guide of Wangchuan?"

The author has something to say: Jiujiu: Are you afraid?How about calling out to Brother Yan obediently, and I'll save you?

[Frivolous and slutty, even molesting myself series]