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

Liu Qingkui came out of the gate of Yanling Palace in a daze, but he didn't hear the ghostly Uncle Hua calling him behind him, walking back along the path from Yanling Palace to Beast Spirit Palace like a walking corpse.

The scene of the blade piercing his parents' body played over and over in his mind.

He always thought that his parents had already been corrupted by water ghosts, so the master had no choice but to take the pain.

But he didn't expect that they hadn't completely turned into ghosts yet, and there was still a glimmer of life, and even their eyes were still looking at him.

But still died under Qi Zehua's sword.

When he returned to Chaolu Residence, he saw a large golden sunflower head-on, facing the sun without any worries, and showing him an inappropriate smile.

It was planted here by his master when he was a child.

For so many years, whenever he felt uncomfortable being trained by his master, he would sit in front of this sunflower field, thinking of the smile of the master when he planted sunflower seeds with him that day, and no matter how much grievance and unwillingness he had, it disappeared.

It wasn't until today that he discovered that this piece of sunflower turned out to be such an eyesore.

Liu Qingkui's heart was full of tears, but her eyes were unexpectedly dry.He is obviously the temperament of the master who would turn away tears when he said a few words, but today it seemed as if his tears had dried up, standing like a dry puppet.

He stared at the piece of sunflower smiling happily, clenched his teeth, his chest heaved continuously, and the bloodshot eyes filled with bloodshot eyes were simply terrifying.

A ball of fire suddenly appeared in his hand, he raised his arm and threw it hard.

The fireball smashed into the sunflower, burning all the smiling faces without a trace.

Liu Qingkui rushed into the room without saying a word.

Lu Qianchuan clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body was very unstable, and large streams of spiritual current gushed out from the inner alchemy, burning all the limbs with astonishing heat.

He was startled and wished he could not remind him.

This is clearly a sign of madness!

Liu Qingkui didn't know if she felt something abnormal in her body, she fell onto the bed like a dead body, her heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurting, but he clenched his teeth tightly and didn't make a sound.

He felt as if he was in a sea of ​​flames, his eye sockets were so hot that he couldn't shed tears, and various voices buzzed in his ears, finally converging into the same sentence:

"Kill it! Kill it!"

A group of simple-dressed villagers appeared in front of my eyes. The bloody white sword blade was swaying in front of my eyes persistently. The sound of killing was loud in my ears, and everyone was shouting to kill.A mad killing intent raged in his body, clamoring for him to destroy everything.

He was lying on the bed, but there were no less than ten ways to kill people in his mind. His body was so hot that he was about to explode. It seemed that only endless slaughter could relieve the heat.

Just when he was about to be unable to resist the heat attack, his body suddenly lightened, as if being lifted up by someone, and then a cool and soothing spiritual current poured into his body.

Neutralized the heat that was about to swallow him.

Liu Qingkui's whole body seemed to be in a cloud, and he didn't know where to put his feet. When all the heat in his body dissipated, he seemed to come down from the cloud and stepped on a little solid ground.

He opened his eyes in a daze, just in time to see Lu Qianchuan who was pale and panting in front of him.

Lu Qianchuan has always paid attention to appearance, and rarely when his hair is messy and sweaty, Liu Qingkui was startled, and subconsciously called: "Brother?"

Lu Qianchuan's hand was still on his chest. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at him. The corners of his mouth seemed to be raised a little. A moment of surprise flashed in his light-like eyes, and then his body softened and he fainted in front of him.

Lu Qianchuan in his body felt uncomfortable, and suddenly understood why Qing Kui pestered him so much.

At that time, Lu Qianchuan was only a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, and his martial arts and spiritual power were not yet mature. Seeing Liu Qingkui's condition was not right, he rescued him without even thinking about it, which almost cost him half his life.

Fortunately, Yan Zi'an and Shu Jixue rescued her back.

Sitting beside Lu Qianchuan's bed, Liu Qingkui looked at the elder brother's pale face, which was worse than that of Master Hua's, and suddenly most of the thoughts in his heart were gone.

He thought: "If Master doesn't want me, then don't want me. I still have a senior brother."

Lu Qianchuan in his body sensed this thought, and suddenly felt a lingering sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Liu Qingkui regarded him as the last straw.

According to the original text, he should really have a heart-to-heart relationship with Liu Qingkui until the end when Mo Chenyuan fought Wan Lingzong.

But everything has changed.

Mo Chenyuan was inserted between them.

Liu Qingkui hinted and reminded him countless times, but he took them as a child's momentary anger and never took it to heart.

His consciousness was almost overwhelmed by overwhelming guilt, and there was only one thought in his mind: "If I found out earlier, wouldn't this be the case?"

But how can there be so many ifs.

Even if he is the author, he can't guess the whole picture based on the few scattered clues at hand for these settings that he has never set up and are completely completed by the world itself.

Lu Qianchuan's heart ached so badly that his consciousness was almost torn apart by the sudden pain. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't say a word, and almost his whole body was immersed in Liu Qingkui's memories.

In his hazy consciousness, there seemed to be a soft female voice calling his name, and he didn't care about it, he wanted to follow Liu Qingkui's gaze to see more about him.

The female voice called him for a long time, but when she saw that he was unmoved, she stopped.

Lu Qianchuan finally felt a burst of peace in his ears, and his heart relaxed a little. Just as he was about to continue to immerse himself in Liu Qingkui's memory, his consciousness was wrapped in a warmth that came from nowhere.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously chasing the ray of warmth, following it as it drifted.

When he opened his eyes again, he was holding Liu Qingkui's arm, and the petals of crabapple on his chest exuded bursts of warmth.

He only felt a splitting headache, as if suddenly many things were involuntarily squeezed into his mind, and it seemed that many things were not so clear.

He frowned and looked at Liu Qingkui, who was also staring at him with wide eyes.

Tears filled the pupils of the reddish-gold pupils that had turned red because of the madness.

Lu Qianchuan's heart trembled.

Liu Qingkui and him stared at each other stiffly for a while, then suddenly, as if remembering something, she withdrew her arm forcefully.

Lu Qianchuan's hand froze in mid-air.

Liu Qingkui quickly touched her face, turned her head, and said in a cold voice: "Senior brother, why are you dragging me? Shouldn't you take care of the second senior brother over there now?"

"I……"

Just as Lu Qianchuan wanted to make an excuse, Zhong Dingshi, who was helping to set up the demon-subduing formation over there, greeted him: "The demon-subduing formation has been completed, please help the formation."

Headed by Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi, several chief sect masters of the immortal sect stood in the red circles on the outer edge of the Demon Subduing Formation.

Zhong Dingshi yelled and became the host of the entire formation. Seeing that no one around him stepped forward to answer the question, he had to raise his voice again: "The formation is about to start, please prepare for the formation."

He turned his head to look at Mo Chenyuan, and said in his usual voice: "Brother Mo, I'm sorry."

In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on Mo Chenyuan.

Mo Chenyuan was bound into a rice dumpling by the immortal rope, but the expression on his face was very calm. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked slowly, as if walking in the back garden of his own Wanling Mountain.

Lu Qianchuan looked at the distance of only a few feet between him and the demon-subduing formation, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.