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

Seeing him, the demons with their fangs and claws all involuntarily backed away half a step, put down their weapons a little bit, and did not dare to let out a sound.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mo Chenyuan walked slowly to the front of the demon clan.

In this way, Lu Qianchuan can easily observe every change in him.

He was taller than before, with black hair, sharp eyebrows, and red pupils shimmering, bringing out a daunting sharpness.

All of a sudden, the only sounds on the street were the whining of wind and snow, and some people could hear the movement outside, and the clatter of doors being locked more forcefully inside the house.

They looked at each other through the wind and snow.

After a long time, a smile appeared in Mo Chenyuan's unpredictable red pupils, and his tone was not much warmer than the heavy snow in the sky: "I didn't expect the movement here to alarm Mr. Asakawa, it's really disrespectful."

As soon as the words came out, Si Ming, who was fighting against Jing Xing in the air, obeyed his master's will and flew back to his scabbard, but Jing Xing was still frozen in mid-air, as if he had suddenly lost his master's command.

Lu Qianchuan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he took a breath of air-conditioning, and his internal organs were completely frozen.

Mo Chenyuan looked at him indistinctly, his eyes reflected the figure of Lu Qianchuan who was coughing continuously due to the cold wind, and said casually: "The street is not a good place to talk, Mr. Qianchuan is weak, please come with me."

He turned around and walked into a nearby restaurant. A group of demons looked at each other, staring at Lu Qianchuan and Fang Shinuo fearfully, and all put away their weapons.

Inside the restaurant.

Mo Chenyuan picked out a jug of soft plum wine and asked his subordinates to warm it up. Across a wooden table that couldn't tell the age, he looked at Lu Qianchuan expressionlessly.

When they came in, Fang Shinuo made an excuse to stay at the gate, and was standing at the gate with a huge demon general, pretending to be two stone pillars that could not hear anything.

The wine is hot, Mo Chenyuan took it, poured a glass for Lu Qianchuan and himself, and said lightly: "Take a sip and we'll talk."

Lu Qianchuan raised his head, drank it all in one gulp, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and lowered his eyebrows like a bodhisattva in a temple: "What do you say?"

Mo Chenyuan let out a "tsk", obviously aroused a little bit of anger by his calm appearance, blood seemed to flash in his red eyes, and his body leaned forward slightly: "What am I asking, You answer truthfully."

"First, what's your name?"

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback, he didn't expect such a question, he hesitated for a while, and answered truthfully: "Lu Qianchuan."

"Second, what is your relationship with Shao Shu?"

"Both teachers and friends."

"Third, how many of you are there in your body?"

Lu Qianchuan was even more stunned, and blurted out: "Of course there is only one."

Mo Chenyuan looked at him deeply, the blood-colored jade pendant in the center of the table was lying quietly, the air between the two was extremely stagnant.

After a long time, he picked up the unattractive jade pendant, expressionless: "This is the blood jade that the demons can use to judge whether people are lying or not."

Lu Qianchuan was slightly startled, followed his words to look at the jade pendant, and heard him continue: "If the answerer lies, the blood jade will be bloody, and now, the blood jade is not bright—"

"——Is it really you who threw me into the dead zone back then?"

Lu Qianchuan tensed up like a rabbit being watched by wild wolves.

[The person who threw me into the dead zone back then, was it really you? 】

His mind was completely occupied by these words, and he was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat.

——What did Mo Chenyuan notice?

He didn't know how to answer this question.

The existence of [-] is too heaven-defying, and it is not something that people in this world can accept, and Mo Chenyuan's question, he can't answer it with such a reason that no one will believe it.

Mo Chenyuan stared at him for a long time, seeing that he didn't mean to explain at all, he laughed at himself, put the blood jade into his sleeve, and leaned back on the chair: "Then let me change the question, why are you here? thing?"

Lu Qianchuan didn't answer and asked instead: "Every household in the Hongyan farm stays behind closed doors, is it because of you?"

Mo Chenyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised: "We're just passing by here for a temporary stay, and they don't come out behind closed doors, so what does it matter to me?"

Lu Qianchuan turned his head and glanced at the demons outside the door who were rubbing their arms and stomping their feet in the wind and snow, then turned around to look at Mo Chenyuan, who was so handsome, and said in his heart: "If all the demons looked like you, they would still Are you too scared to go out behind closed doors?"

Seeing him frowned and thinking, Mo Chenyuan curled the corners of his mouth, and laughed out of nowhere, "Since Mr. Asakawa is worried that we will scare these villagers, how about arranging a place for us?"

Lu Qianchuan was so amazed by this smile that he subconsciously replied, "Okay."

Mo Chenyuan: "..."

*

The Wanling sect lives in a sparsely populated place.

Shen Qingze leaned against the gate, crossed his arms with his hands, and stuffed an egg into his mouth.

He clearly remembered that the elder brother said that he would go down the mountain to investigate the anomalies of Hongyan Manor, but in half an afternoon, his amiable and respectable elder brother led a group of demons into the mountain gate in a mighty manner.

Shen Qingze suddenly felt that life is really very mysterious.

Lu Qianchuan walked at the front of the queue, wearing a cloak that was so heavy that it could cover half of him, just blocking Mo Chenyuan who was lightly dressed beside him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shen Qingze who was dumbfounded, his eyes lit up, and he waved to this right-hand man.

When Shen Qingze came close, Lu Qianchuan softened his brows and eyes, and asked in a gentle voice: "Is everything agreed?"

Shen Qingze: "It's almost there."

At this time, he saw Mo Chenyuan who was covered by the gap in the big cloak, and the surprise in his eyes was even worse, but it soon turned into a kind of tacit understanding, and said to Lu Qianchuan: "I will give these ... Uh, these brothers, arrange accommodation?"

Just as Lu Qianchuan was about to speak, Mo Chenyuan took a step ahead of him and said, "Send some quilts and stoves to the dungeon of Qiling Palace. They will huddle for one night and leave tomorrow."

Shen Qingze subconsciously said: "Then you..."

Mo Chenyuan: "I live in a shallow house."

He spoke so confidently that Shen Qingze suddenly returned to three years ago, when Mo Chenyuan was still the second senior brother of Wan Lingzong, he had mixed feelings at the moment, regardless of Lu Qianchuan's own wishes, sighed: "Okay."

Lu Qianchuan who has no right to speak: "..."

Mo Chenyuan glanced at his face, and smiled coolly: "Why, senior brother is not willing?"

Lu Qianchuan looked at him suspiciously: "You called me senior brother again?"

Mo Chenyuan was suffocated, looked ahead, as if nothing had happened, and said calmly: "Master Qianchuan is willing, it is naturally the best."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Shen Qingze led a group of demons to the guest room, and along the way attracted a group of juniors who had returned from sword training to watch, each whispering: "Why are there so many demons coming to our sect?"

"It seems that the big brother caught it back."

"But it doesn't look like you've been in a fight?"

The juniors couldn't figure out the reason, and all looked at Shen Qingze with doubts. Shen Qingze, one head and two big, waved them away: "What should we all do when we go back? Isn't it a good thing to turn hostility into friendship?"

His juniors were so fierce that they scattered like birds and beasts, while Shen Qingze stood in front of all the demons and sighed heavily, thinking: "In a short while, both the cultivation world and the demon world will get married, that's great."

Lu Qianchuan who was standing in Shao'an Residence suddenly sneezed.

Yan Zi'an didn't have time to care about his body, so he frowned and asked, "Did you bring all the demons from the mountain up?"

Lu Qianchuan pinched his nose and said embarrassingly, "My disciple thinks that they will scare the common people at the foot of the mountain, so it's better to bring them to the mountain so that we can manage them more conveniently."

Yan Zi'an had a look of disapproval on his face, he had never seen this prudent disciple so rash and reckless, and for a moment he didn't know what to say about him.

Mo Chenyuan suddenly continued: "I have asked Junior Brother Qingze to take them to the dungeon, just pretend that they were captured, Master don't have to worry."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Shen Qingze is Qingze's younger brother, Yan Zi'an is his master, and he is Mr. Asakawa.

It's really his mother's dichotomy.

Yan Zi'an silently looked at the second disciple who hadn't seen him for more than three years. Some old things from that year flooded into his mind, and he was also deeply moved. He sighed softly: "That's good, you have worked hard for these three years."

Mo Chenyuan bowed slightly: "Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."

Lu Qianchuan; "???"

Yan Zi'an smiled slightly, looking very relieved: "You guys go back first, Asakawa, drink more hot water, and be careful of catching a cold."

*

Lu Qianchuan returned to Qianshuju with almost the same hands and feet.

Why did Mo Chenyuan say "Fortunately, life is not disgraceful"?

Is there any secret between him and Master that he doesn't know?

Moreover, looking at Mo Chenyuan's expression when he spoke to Yan Zi'an, it was clear that he didn't have the slightest bit of resentment, he could even be said to be calm, and he was very familiar with Shen Qingze's words.

Only when he confronted himself, did he show the appearance of a murderous god who is bloody and feuding.

Could it be that he transferred all the hatred abandoned by the sect to himself? !

Lu Qianchuan was very tired in an instant, and now there were more scapegoats on his back, which made him almost out of breath.

Mo Chenyuan followed him into the room, and scanned around the room where the furniture and furnishings were familiar. He didn't see any major changes, so he said calmly, "Mr. Qianchuan hasn't changed much in these years."

Lu Qianchuan's back was extremely heavy, with a black pot on his back, and he said angrily, "I haven't moved anything since you left, so you can do what you want."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on the bed and became the most handsome salted fish on the whole mountain.

He wore little clothes at the foot of the mountain and was blown by the wind. Even though he was wrapped in Mo Chenyuan's thick cloak when he came back, he still inevitably became dizzy and his forehead felt a little hot.

Lu Qianchuan was dizzy, and almost fell asleep in this position, when a burst of food aroma wafted from the outside at an inappropriate time.

It's been a long time since I've had such a taste.

He sat upright like a carp, and the hot air penetrated through the door panel, dispelling the coldness in the room.

The mind was blank, Lu Qianchuan almost didn't know how to react, he stared at Mo Chenyuan holding the tray, kicked the door carefully with his foot, saw that he was still awake, froze for a moment, then kicked the door vigorously.

The shredded chicken porridge exudes a tempting aroma in his hand, and the ginger water is mixed with the sweetness of jujube for some reason. Mo Chenyuan brought it to Lu Qianchuan expressionlessly, and said in a bad tone, "Drink."

Lu Qianchuan looked at him blankly.

He didn't move for a long time, and the patience that Mo Chenyuan managed to squeeze out was exhausted in the silent stare at each other. He threw the tray on the low table aside, put one hand on the bedpost, and held Lu Qianchuan in prison. Locked between himself and the wall, he sneered and said, "Why, do you despise me as a demon? Do you want me to feed you personally?"