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

"Brother [-], is there any way?" The desperate Lu Qianchuan could only ask the system for help.

[-] No emotion: 【Please let me know your condolences. 】

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Sprinkling Mo Chenyuan's medicine on his hands seemed to slow down the speed of flesh corrosion, but it only slowed down, the flesh that should disappear was still disappearing, and the pain that should have been hurt was still there.

With a sullen face, Mo Chenyuan took out another sapphire bottle, and dripped the liquid medicine in Lu Qianchuan's hand.

He pursed his lips and frowned: "how do you feel now?"

Lu Qianchuan: "I don't feel it anymore."

Mo Chenyuan explained: "The second bottle is an anesthetic, let's go back to the sect quickly."

He raised his sword and extended his hand to help Lu Qianchuan. Before he could read the formula, he flew up when a deep voice echoed in all directions and directly crashed into their heads.

"Little baby is going home after being injured, how can there be such a good thing in this world?"

Before the words fell, the gust of wind suddenly rose.

Lu Qianchuan's brain buzzed, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze, and a poem from his hand came to his mind: "The strong wind sends spring away, and the flying sand and rocks welcome winter."

He was talking about one of the four elders of the Demon Race—Elder Fuyao.

How could this kind of big boss that can only appear in the middle of the plot appear here?

He had no time to think about this question, because Elder Fuyao showed no mercy, and the hurricane swept up sand and stones, hitting the two of them directly in the face.

A dark figure loomed in the hurricane, looking at them with a ferocious smile.

Mo Chenyuan's face sank like water, and he quickly swung out an enchantment, covering both of them inside.Lu Qianchuan also wanted to draw a barrier, but when the formula came to his lips, he even forgot what it was for a moment.

When the book is used up, I hate it less.

Lu Qianchuan once again felt the sadness of this sentence outside the examination room.

[The appearance of a person with disparity in strength is detected, and the system requests to temporarily take over the host's body. Does the host agree? ] At the critical moment, [-] finally did not sit idly by.

The usually cold and unwavering voice was simply heavenly at this time.

"Brother [-], it's up to you!"

Mo Chenyuan was shocked because he instantly felt the change in Lu Qianchuan's momentum standing behind him.

He had used all his strength to maintain the barrier, and he had no time to care what Lu Qianchuan did behind him.When he came back to his senses, Lu Qianchuan had already raised his sword to meet Fengyan.

"Big Brother!"

Mo Chenyuan's eyes widened immediately, wanting to call him back.

The strength is too poor. If they hold on to the barrier and wait for reinforcements to come, there may be a glimmer of life. If they go directly to meet them, they must be crushed by the enemy.

However, Lu Qianchuan was not afraid at all, and a few teleports avoided the walking stone sent by Elder Fuyao, and went straight to the center of the tornado.Seeing that the situation was not good, Fuyao turned the wind into arrows, and all the arrows rained down on Lu Qianchuan.

A blue light suddenly appeared on Lu Qianchuan's body, and he was able to advance and retreat freely in the arrow rain. All the arrows that hit his enchantment were bent elsewhere.

Stepping on a stone in mid-air, Lu Qianchuan used his ingenuity to fly into the eye of the wind.

Fuyao is just a short old man less than five feet in stature, he was caught off guard by Lu Qianchuan's offensive.

I didn't expect this little doll to be so strong.

He fought and retreated, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Lu Qianchuan's right hand with only half a bone left.

Fuyao sneered, the wind rolled up the gravel, condensed into a ball, and aimed at Lu Qianchuan's wounded hand.

Lu Qianchuan swung his sword, and the gathered gravel was scattered by him, but there were still some remnants flying towards his injured hand, but he didn't seem to see it, let the gravel hit his hand, and some directly pierced into the flesh. inside.

Lu Qianchuan shot like lightning.

A sword swung behind Elder Fuyao, cutting off his way.

A sword hit Elder Fuyao's hand, stopping his movement of wanting to create another ball of gravel.

Another sword pierced from the middle of Elder Fuyao's chest, the tip of the sword passed through his short body and came out from his back.

The flying sand cleared away, and the strong wind died down.

Holding his last breath, Fuyao glared at Lu Qianchuan viciously, blood gurgling from his chest.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Knowing this well, Fuyao swung his palm at Lu Qianchuan's chest, and when he dodged, he used his magic power to disappear out of thin air, and rolled back to his lair in the demon world.

Mo Chenyuan stared dumbfounded at everything in front of him.

After Fuyao disappeared, Lu Qianchuan didn't chase after him any more. He stood in the open field with his sword in his hand, surrounded by haze, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

Suddenly, Lu Qianchuan's body shook and fell down without warning.

Mo Chenyuan was startled suddenly, and rushed over to help Lu Qianchuan up.

Wanling Mountain, Yaoling Palace.

Mo Chenyuan stood in a corner in disgrace.

The disciples of the Yaoling Palace came in and out, bringing out basin after basin of bloody water.

Shu Jixue led a few apprentices around Lu Qianchuan, used medicine one after another, wrapped bandages one after another, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his flesh that was still corroding.

Only pale bones remained on half of Lu Qianchuan's arm.

Shu Jixue was revered as "the most holy hand in the world", but she could only watch her nephew's injury and was helpless.

Yan Mingshu's eyes turned red, and tears fell to the ground, but she was not in the mood to wipe them off. She kept mixing different medicines and handing them to the younger brother who was administering the needles.

When Yan Zi'an came, he happened to see them flustered and helpless.

When he saw Lu Qianchuan's arm, his face was as pale as paper, and he murmured, "How did you do this?"

Mo Chenyuan glanced at him, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

Just at this time, a guard disciple dressed in the costume of an outer disciple came in and reported: "Sovereign Master, there is a woman outside the mountain gate who wants to see the Sovereign."

Yanzi asked absently, "Who?"

"She calls herself the princess of the Demon Race, Shi Qingxu."

Lu Qianchuan woke up in a daze, and it seemed that the pain from flying sand and stones on his hands still remained on his body.

He "hissed" softly, and the memory of the battle after [-] took over his body flooded into his mind, and Lu Qianchuan "hissed" again.

[-] Sure enough, it was just as strong as the original owner.

Lu Qianchuan took a deep breath, mustered up a lot of courage, and glanced at his right hand very quickly.

The skin on the back of the hand was as smooth as jade, and the whole hand was like the hand of a newborn baby. All the calluses and wounds from sword practice disappeared.

Lu Qianchuan touched his hand in surprise.

It is an entity, not an illusion.

Is this also the help of the [-] gang?

[-] In Lu Qianchuan's heart, he is omnipotent.

"Are you awake?"

While in doubt, the gauze curtain beside his bed was lifted, and a charming and charming woman was sitting on the side of his bed half leaning.

Lu Qianchuan subconsciously stepped back a little and opened the distance.

Seeing this, the woman covered her lips and smiled, with spring in her eyes, she looked at him with curiosity and admiration: "I haven't done anything yet, what are you hiding?"

Just do nothing.

We don't match up.

Lu Qianchuan stepped back a little bit, not wanting to get involved with the protagonist's woman at all.

Shi Qingxu felt his alienation, and said half annoyed and half annoyed: "I saved my life, why do you always avoid me?"

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback.

"Where did the girl say that?" He asked suspiciously.

Shi Qingxu stopped teasing him, sat upright, and said solemnly: "After being hit by the black magma of our demon world, one hand is almost gone, and you can still fight Fuyao to the death, you are very powerful."

Lu Qianchuan was even more at a loss. He didn't know whether she was an enemy or a friend. If he hadn't lived in this bedroom for more than a month, he would doubt that he had traveled to another world.

Shi Qingxu explained: "When you fought Fuyao, I was on the side."

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Oh, you want to tell me that you looked at me and Mo Chenyuan in such a mess but didn't make a move?

Shi Qingxu didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "Actually, Fuyao came to catch me."

Lu Qianchuan suddenly understood where the plot went wrong.

In the original text, when Lu Qianchuan and others met Shi Qingxu, she was seriously injured and dying, so they caught her without any effort.

He remembered that he didn't write in detail how Shi Qingxu was seriously injured, but the plot was automatically completed for him, and he sent a figure like Elder Fuyao to come out.

In this way, it wasn't that the plot went off track, but that he and Mo Chenyuan had bad luck, and they happened to meet Elder Fuyao who came to see Shi Qingxu, and they acted as a shield.

Non-Chief Lu Qianchuan sighed humbly.

Shi Qingxu smiled and said, "I should thank you for helping me through this catastrophe."

Lu Qianchuan continued to be humble: "Girl, you are welcome."

Shi Qingxu blinked: "Why don't you ask how your hands are doing?"

Before Lu Qianchuan opened his mouth, a lukewarm voice came from the door: "Thank you Miss Shi for sending the magic primrose to help my senior brother."

Lu Qianchuan looked over curiously, and Mo Chenyuan stood at the door with his back to the light, his expression dim and difficult to discern.

The sudden interruption disturbed Shi Qingxu's interest, she glanced at Mo Chenyuan unhappily, then turned her head and continued to talk to Lu Qianchuan: "I think you and I are also destined, so I will give this magic primrose as a thank you gift Here you go."

Lu Qianchuan was terrified when he heard that.

The magic primrose grows in the hinterland of the demon clan. It blooms once in a thousand years. When it blooms, it can kill human flesh and bones. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the treasure of the demon clan.

It was the first time he saw such a generous thank you gift.

Lu Qianchuan hurriedly cupped his hands to thank him.

Shi Qingxu's beautiful eyebrows, which were disturbed by Mo Chenyuan, stretched again, covered her mouth with a light smile and said: "It was originally a thank you gift from me, but you want to thank me again, thanks come and go, when will it be a head? "

The appearance of the first heroine is of course top notch.

Lu Qianchuan stared blankly at her smile for a long while, his fair face turned red.

Mo Chenyuan turned around and kicked the door, the door made a loud noise, interrupting Lu Qianchuan and Shi Qingxu's staring at each other.

He said coldly: "Miss Shi, the suzerain has an invitation."

Shi Qingxu walked out reluctantly, and when she reached the door, she turned her head and glanced at Lu Qianchuan, and said softly, "I'll come see you later."

Mo Chenyuan's face was dark, like the king of Hades, and the anger in his heart rose even higher. Due to the presence of Lu Qianchuan, he suppressed the throbbing veins in his temples, and his voice was full of ice: "It's inconvenient at night. Miss Shi, please respect yourself."

Shi Qingxu's delicate face flushed red, she raised her eyebrows and glared at him, then left angrily.

Lu Qianchuan stared blankly.

What about the agreed upon meeting between the hero and heroine that "marriages of thousands of miles will be linked by a single line, and we will meet each other with firewood and fire"?

Can you respect his author's setting?

Mo Chenyuan moved a small stool and sat beside Lu Qianchuan's bed, looking left and right for a long time, after a while, he glanced at his right hand, and asked in a low voice, "How is your hand?"

Lu Qianchuan waved his right hand twice and said, "No problem."

After a pause, he asked again: "Have you reported the situation at the foot of the mountain to the suzerain?"

Mo Chenyuan replied: "It has been fully reported. The suzerain said that he will send people to the village to comfort him, and at the same time strictly investigate those disciples who bluff and deceive under the banner of the sect."

Lu Qianchuan nodded: "That's good."

Mo Chenyuan looked at him straight, his lips moved, and finally lowered his eyelashes, swallowing all the words that came to his mouth.

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