You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

"Tick-tock-"

The sound of water dripping on the stone was very clear in the dark and narrow space.

Lu Qianchuan rubbed his head and sat up.

He looked around, and he seemed to be the only one alive in the darkness.Memories of before fainting gradually came to mind, Mo Chenyuan wanted to reach out to hold him, but only touched the corner of his clothes in vain.

Lu Qianchuan knocked his dizzy head twice, and muttered to himself: "Where is this?"

"I don't know." It was Wuming's indifferent voice that answered him.

Lu Qianchuan slowed down for a while, and stood up after regaining some strength, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could clearly see the pitted rocks around him.

"Follow the current." Wuming said.

Wuming, who had always been sloppy and took pleasure in sarcasm, suppressed all his emotions, and his words were neither salty nor bland. Lu Qianchuan guessed that he was angry at himself for taking risks rashly due to lack of preparation, and immediately apologized again.

Wuming lost his temper after being tortured by him, he laughed dumbly and said, "Your master has a tough temper too, why are you so easy to knead?"

Lu Qianchuan was used by him to compare with Yanzi again, but he calmed down a lot: "The younger generation thinks that temper is not vented on people close to them."

Wuming remained silent, thinking: "This child has a cold face, but his small mouth is quite sweet."

Lu Qianchuan murmured in his heart: "Yan Zi'an has a tough temper? Which eye can see it?"

After walking along the water for a while, the rugged road became more and more flat, and there was a faint light ahead.

Lu Qianchuan had suffered a few times, and he didn't dare to relax his vigilance when he saw the light. He drew out Jing Xing and waited for it, and walked forward cautiously with his sword in hand.

Gradually approaching the bright light, Lu Qianchuan took a light breath.

A series of night pearls were embedded on the wall like money, and only then did they emit a faint light that attracted him to come over.The walls here are not as cold and dark as the walls he saw before, but they are strangely soft against the background of the night pearl.

"Rich!" Lu Qianchuan sighed secretly.

He proceeded a little cautiously, and a rough voice exploded at the other end of the corridor: "Let me see which brat who knows nothing about heights and depths dares to disturb the Demon Monarch's cultivation!"

The arrogance and arrogance that cannot be concealed in the voice.

Lu Qianchuan was startled suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to dodge and retreat, but just as he got up, a huge stone pillar rose up behind him, completely blocking his retreat.

Taking that stone pillar as a signal, countless stone pillars popped out of the soil one after another, surrounding Lu Qianchuan in a circle, making it impossible to get through.

A man taller than the stone pillar stood in front of him, and the mountain peak blocked the way forward.

"One of the four elders of the demon clan, Huichen." Wuming said through gritted teeth.

Lu Qianchuan held Jing Xing tightly, and asked Wuming in his heart: "With my current skill, I will fight him..."

"It's half a catty." Wuming said.

Lu Qianchuan took a reassurance and raised his sword to meet him.

Huichen didn't expect that this young man was not afraid of his Stonehenge, he raised his hand to block, the two stone pillars came at him with unstoppable momentum, Lu Qianchuan quickly dodged to dodge.

Huichen's eyes froze, his contemptuous face became serious, and the five stone pillars shot out together, as if they wanted to lock Lu Qianchuan inside.

Lu Qianchuan saw that the gap was too small to escape, so he directly used his body as the axis, and the sword light swept around, and all the stone pillars were chopped into half by him.

"The boy has some skills!" Hui Chen's anger sank into his dantian, and countless stone pillars and weeds appeared one after another, and some small ones were used as back arrows by him, and he shot cold arrows in the gap between Lu Qianchuan's dodge.

Lu Qianchuan dodged the hidden arrows made of two stone pillars, and hit harder and harder.

The memory of Fuyao attacking his bloody right hand in the same way is still there. Lu Qianchuan was frightened and angry, and his thick spiritual power condensed into waves, hitting Huichen's chest with the momentum of piercing the clouds.

"Ah!" Enraged by his attack, Huichen let out a loud roar, and his attacks became more aggressive, and soon the entire corridor was covered with huge boulders that could not be seen at a glance.

Huichen pulled up a boulder, and with the sound of howling wind, the boulder threw it towards Lu Qianchuan with a mighty force.

Lu Qianchuan raised one hand horizontally, and the light blue spiritual power was like a stream of water, stopping the attack of the boulder. He swung his hand to one side, and the boulder smashed into the hall beside him with a "boom".

Huichen stopped suddenly, silent like a cicada.

Lu Qianchuan seized the opportunity, bullied him, stabbed him in the chest with a sword, and immediately blood spattered and gushed out.

Huichen's eyes were like copper bells, his canthus were about to split, and he raised his hand to grab Lu Qianchuan's neck, but before he could move, an extremely domineering force suddenly surged out of the hall, and Lu Qianchuan was startled, and hurriedly drew out a barrier to resist However, Huichen was caught off guard, and was shaken by that force and rolled several times on the ground, so embarrassed.

A clear and tactful and indistinguishable voice came out: "Do you want to die?"

"Luo, Hua, Yin!" Wuming paused every word, and Lu Qianchuan could almost empathize with the overwhelming anger in his words and the viciousness of wanting to tear that person apart.

Driven by his emotions, Lu Qianchuan stared at the person who walked out with some indignation.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, and his steps were loose and casual.

He is only wearing an emerald green gown, long hair shawl, a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling, and there is a mark in the shape of a plum blossom branch on the left brow bone, winding all the way from the brow bone into the temple.

Lu Qianchuan looked at him with concern.

In the original book, Luo Huayin was a little boss who opposed Mo Chenyuan. At that time, he didn't bother to describe his appearance, but only said that "feminine and mellow, male and female are indistinguishable".

Looking at it now, the world was 100% restored to him.

Although Luo Huayin is wearing men's clothes, Lu Qianchuan always suspects that there is a girl in front of him.

Luo Huayin also stared at him, although there was a smile on his face, but that smile made people feel cold all over.

Lu Qianchuan maintained his icy image, trying to give himself some confidence in this way.

Wuming reminded: "Your current cultivation level is not yet Luo Huayin's opponent, don't fight him for the time being, and act according to his words."

Huichen's huge body curled up on the ground for a while, and when he saw Luo Huayin, he hurriedly got up, regardless of the blood pouring from his chest, and respectfully knelt down on one knee.

Luo Huayin's steps were not in a hurry, and when he glanced at Huichen from the corner of his eye, he showed an extraordinarily gentle smile: "Useless things."

A burst of magic power came out, and Huichen rolled three times on the ground.

Lu Qianchuan watched coldly, feeling flustered and afraid to move.

Luo Huayin walked up to him, his face could be said to be as gentle as water, and he said in a warm voice: "It was you and Huichen who got into a ball and affected my cultivation?"

Lu Qianchuan didn't answer.

A drop of cold sweat slipped quietly on his forehead.

Luo Huayin narrowed his eyes, stared at his cold face, and smiled broadly.

One hand clamped on Lu Qianchuan's neck, and the voice was gentle: "Do you want to die? Huh?"

Although the hand was placed on his neck, he didn't use any force. Lu Qianchuan was so nervous that he broke out in cold sweat, pretending to be calm: "It was your subordinate who provoked first."

Luo Huayin smiled slightly: "Is this true?"

"Why did I lie to you?"

Luo Huayin glanced at him, and Elder Huichen, who had just got up and hadn't knelt down, trembled all over his body, as if he was sifting chaff.

"Get lost." Luo Huayin's voice suddenly sank, so cold that no trace of emotion could be heard.

Hui Chen obediently rolled in circles and retreated.

Luo Huayin turned to look at Lu Qianchuan again, the haze and sharpness in his eyes made people shudder.

But he stared at Lu Qianchuan for a while, and suddenly loosened the hands locked on his neck, caressed Lu Qianchuan's face without warning, the cold light in his eyes faded, and the waves in his eyes could be called gentle: "Your eyebrows and eyes are really a treasure from heaven. "

Lu Qianchuan dared not speak.

Seeing this, Luo Huayin smiled lightly, grabbed Lu Qianchuan's wrist, and led him to the hall where he practiced.

The hall is resplendent and resplendent, if there are no huge stone pillars one after another on the corridor, the corridor covered with night pearls can barely match it.

Luo Huayin pressed Lu Qianchuan's shoulders and forced him to sit on a white jade bed, while she stood and leaned over, lingering on his face like touching a piece of fragile porcelain.

Lu Qianchuan asked Wuming frightenedly: "Is Luo Huayin's spirit abnormal?"

Wuming sneered: "He is an out-and-out lunatic."

Luo Huayin carefully described his eyebrows and eyes, and exclaimed: "How do you grow your eyebrows and eyes? They are so beautiful."

Lu Qianchuan wanted to reply "naturally", but he still didn't dare to speak after hesitation.

Luo Huayin didn't seem to want to hear his answer either, her fingertips gently slid along his brow bone, her expression was focused and serious, her eyes were full of admiration.

Lu Qianchuan felt that he was a vase displayed in a museum, not to mention for people to enjoy, but the other party was also very interested in the texture and color of his body.

He thought to himself: "It turns out that Luo Huayin is a face control."

Luo Huayin stroked his left brow bone back and forth a few times, his eyes narrowed: "There is a scar here."

The coldness in the voice made Lu Qianchuan shudder for no reason.

He reached out to touch his brow bone, it was indeed not as flat as other parts of the skin, but it was not very obvious.

"I hate defective products." Luo Huayin's voice was still so soft, but the interest in his eyes faded little by little.

Lu Qianchuan looked at him nervously.I'm afraid that this lunatic will make a sudden move and directly destroy his "defective product".

Fortunately, Luo Huayin didn't struggle for a long time. His fingers lingered on Lu Qianchuan's face for a while, and then he grabbed his lapel. He studied Lu Qianchuan's sect Taoist uniform with great interest, and asked, "Are you Wan Ling?" Zong's disciple?"

Lu Qianchuan nodded coldly.

Luo Huayin frowned in distress: "What should I do? It's a pity to kill you directly. If you take it away, it will inevitably be found out by Wan Lingzong one day."

Lu Qianchuan's little heart was pounding, and the cold sweat on his back soaked his clothes. He raised his head and said resolutely: "Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated."

Rather than being locked up and tortured, it is better to kill them directly.

Luo Huayin stared at him fixedly, then smiled suddenly.

Laughing like cycads blooming, shoulders trembling.

Lu Qianchuan was puzzled.

Luo Huayin laughed enough, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Interesting, it's interesting. If that's the case, I'll take you back and lock you until you forget your days in Wanlingzong. How about it?"

Before Lu Qianchuan could react in the future, a slightly deep boyish voice came from the door: "Wishful thinking!"

Lu Qianchuan was startled, and turned his head to look.

Mo Chenyuan stood at the entrance of the hall holding a sword, his white clothes were completely stained red with blood, his face was still stained with blood that had not dried up, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

He threw a general of the demon race in his hand to the ground, before Luo Huayin could make a move, he preempted him, and at the same time he stabbed at him with his sword, the demonic energy in the other hand condensed and hit Luo Huayin's face.

Luo Huayin was like a butterfly, with her sleeves swinging lightly, she dodged lightly.

Mo Chenyuan seemed to have expected it, and at the same time he slashed out with a sword, and the place where the sword tip swept brought a bloody red light, and he shouted: "Senior brother, make a quick move, this demon is unstable at this time, and it is best to catch him all in one go!" when!"

Lu Qianchuan was also at the point where he couldn't bear it anymore, and he was already ready to fight, and when he heard the words, he drew his sword and stood up without hesitation.The red and blue sword lights intersected, hitting Luo Huayin with nowhere to hide.

"Tsk!" There was a trace of viciousness on his feminine face, he stared at Mo Chenyuan like a poisonous snake, then glanced at Lu Qianchuan very quickly, and then disappeared in a flash.

Lu Qianchuan's sword had not stopped, and he took two more steps in the direction where he disappeared.

"Run away," Wuming said, "Don't chase after the poor."

Lu Qianchuan felt regretful in his heart, and when he turned his head, Mo Chenyuan was full of anxiety, holding his shoulders with both hands, and there was a trace of panic in his voice: "Are you injured?"

The author has something to say: Luo Huayin is very different

Waking up in the middle of the night to put on lipstick

Put on lipstick and wear contact lenses

dress up and eat children