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

As soon as he said this, everyone stared at Yan Zian intently.

Yan Zi'an lowered his eyes, his expression showed no joy or anger, and he just said indifferently: "No matter what the outcome of this matter is, I will bear it alone, and it has nothing to do with the sect."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Qin Yufeng still frowned and asked, "Is this what the head of a sect should say?"

Everyone had never seen him so aggressive and aggressive. Shen Qingze and his brothers were dumbfounded. They never expected that at such a critical juncture, the two most important people in the sect would quarrel.

Neither Qi Zehua nor Shu Jixue dared to make a sound, one put on Qin Yufeng's shoulder, and the other grabbed Yan Zi'an's sleeve.

Yan Zi'an changed from being gentle in the past, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, sharp and sharp, looking back at Qin Yufeng with sharp sharpness: "What do you mean?"

Shu Jixue was so frightened that she grabbed Yan Zi'an's sleeves even harder, lest he would step forward and fight Qin Yufeng.

Qi Zehua still pretended that Liu Qingkui deliberately framed him at that moment, his anger was stagnant, and he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood, and he had to stop Qin Yufeng, for fear that he and Yan Zi'an would really collide.

Qin Yufeng sighed helplessly, patted the frightened Qi Zehua, and replied: "Senior brother forgot, Wan Lingzong has been united in one mind since the founding of the sect, and has never changed."

Qi Zehua and Shu Jixue were both taken aback, looking at him in surprise.

Soon, they realized that they both saw surprises on the other side. They all looked at the disciples standing under the main hall. Almost at the same time, everyone knelt on one knee, facing Yan Zi'an, and shouted in unison. : "Up and down, never change!"

Yan Zian was stunned: "You..."

Fang Shinuo said: "The disciples of Wanlingzong have always firmly believed that as long as the suzerain and senior brother are here, Wanlingzong will not fall; now that senior brother is not here, we should work together to bring senior brother back to the sect."

Yan Zian looked at him in astonishment.

The disciple who was about to be given up by them because of his cowardice at the beginning was saved by Lu Qianchuan's repeated insistence, and now he has grown into a decisive figure.

Pei Churan stood next to Fang Shinuo, and quickly said, "That's it!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and patted Shen Qingze's back with great force, pretending to be fierce: "Brother, speak!"

Doctor Pei's Wenwen is weak, and Shen Qingze doesn't look much stronger than him. He was staggered by this palm and almost fell down.

But he still stabilized his body, completely put aside all worries, and said loudly: "Sovereign master, how do you say to fight, how do you say we will fight!"

Qin Yufeng glanced at them helplessly, shook his head, and said to Yan Zi: "Wanlingzong has never had a rule of putting one person in danger."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, straightened his arm as he did when he was young, and made a fist with one hand, and gestured to the other three with a smile.

Qi Zehua and Shu Jixue smiled at the same time, and also clenched a fist with one hand, touching Qin Yufeng's fist, and the three of them looked at Yan Zi'an who was still motionless.

Yan Zi'an was stunned for a while, and finally a smile of rain and sunshine appeared on his ice-like face, and he stretched out his hand to fight against them.

Brothers of Wanlingzong should always treat each other with sincerity.

Live up to the original intention.

*

Syracuse.

Lu Fengyi made a big fuss in the Elder's Mansion. After demolishing three houses, he held the first elder meeting since he became the city lord.

The elders in Xuecheng are all his elders, and they all kept silent under the pressure of his cold sword light.

Lu Fengyi laughed back angrily: "I don't understand. There are many talents in Xuecheng, who can be the master of the city? Is it possible that other than me, Lu Fengyi, other people can't do it?"

An elder couldn't hide his anger: "It's been so long, do you want to go crazy on us again?"

"Recover the old debt?" Lu Fengyi's always smiling peach blossom eyes were covered with frost, he inserted the Huaifeng sword straight into the table, and said with a sneer, "Well, I'll reopen the old debt."

"Back then, Xiaoshu came to me when she was pregnant. She thought she was hiding her body, but she didn't want to be weak during pregnancy. She was discovered by a group of old foxes."

"Xuecheng was not strong enough at that time. You were afraid of being questioned by the demon king Shaoshu, so you didn't dare to take action against her, so you pretended to blame me, deliberately let her hear some alarmist things, and scared the demon princess away. Instead, tell me that Shaoshu and Luo Xiyun are deeply in love with each other, and tell me to give up."

"Yes or no?"

A group of elders from Xuecheng turned pale, and one of them said: "You...don't talk nonsense!"

The Huaifeng Sword suddenly burst out with a very strong sword light, Lu Fengyi's eyes were blood red, and the anger and killing intent in his eyes turned into a huge net, which completely caught these guilty elders.

"I'm talking nonsense?" He pulled out the Huaifeng sword suddenly, and cut off half of the table corner with one sword, and his voice became louder and louder, "For 20 years, I didn't know where my wife and children are, the pain in my wife's heart, and the parents and children. Young, weak and sickly, almost lost their lives... 20 years! I missed them for a full 20 years! Even my wife went crazy, it was my friend who helped me save her life!"

There were more and more bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and the eye sockets turned red together. Those elders were startled, and quickly backed down: "Feng Yi, you... calm down, we are all for the sect."

Lu Fengyi looked at them quietly, blood red tears flashed in his eyes.

His master died early, and these elders have been educating and raising him, teaching him to become a talent, but at the same time knowing that he is unwilling, they insist on forcing him to sit on the city lord.

Because of his outstanding aptitude, he is the most outstanding among his peers, and they think he can lead Syracuse to a higher position.

As they wished, Xuecheng, which barely ranked among the top three sects and whose position was in jeopardy, overtook Moge in one fell swoop after Lu Fengyi took over, becoming the second most powerful sect after Wanlingzong, and then kept pace with Wanlingzong. In recent years, it has even surpassed the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect.

Lu Fengyi was silent for a while as if lost his soul, and suddenly said: "Let's end the Council of Elders here, Feng Yi considers himself lacking in talent and virtue, and is willing to give up the position of city lord to a fellow sect who can afford this position."

"This...!" Several elders looked at each other, their faces turned pale and blue, "You are angry and impulsive, it's okay, when you calm down, we will..."

Lu Fengyi put his sword back into its sheath, and his voice was as cold as ice: "I am very calm, Xuecheng raised me for 20 years, and I returned it to Xuecheng for 20 years. You raised a Lu Fengyi, and Lu Fengyi gave back the prosperity of Xuecheng for 20 years. From then on, we will be clear to each other and never owe each other any more."

He raised his sword and walked out, the elders didn't recover for a while, when they realized, they hurriedly chased him out, the wind was blowing outside the door, nowhere was there Lu Fengyi's figure.

Lu Fengyi's sword flew above the snow lake, the water of the snow lake was crystal clear all year round, fully reflecting his white clothes.

When he remembered that Lu Qianchuan had bled here for two years in silence, heartache and self-blame came to his heart one after another, wishing he could go back to two years ago immediately and strangle the self who saw Lu Qianchuan cut his arm with Jing Xing .

The Huaifeng sword lingered for a while, then suddenly a ray of light appeared, and it went with the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

*

At this time, the demon world was in turmoil.

In the royal capital, Shao Shu decided to quarrel with the comprehension world, gathered around the table with all the demon generals under his command, and carefully studied the map of Tianshui Tower, which was extremely unfamiliar to them.

Mo Chenyuan stood beside him, his aura was so fierce that no one dared to look at him directly, all the demon generals lowered their heads one after another, and they thought of several strategies in a blink of an eye, hoping that the meeting would end quickly.

In the northern city, everyone was cautious and silent, lest they say one more word or do one wrong thing, which would make the lord furious.

Liu Qingkui knelt on one knee in front of Luo Huayin, her head was extremely low, and Bai Hu didn't dare to say a word when he followed him.

Luo Huayin sat in the first place, leaning his elbows on the armrest of the seat, leaning his face casually: "What do you mean you didn't bring it back?"

Liu Qingkui said in a low voice: "There are too many celebrities from the immortal sect gathered there, and the subordinates are incompetent."

Luo Huayin narrowed his eyes slowly, and the red plums on his brows slowly descended with his movement, pressing tightly on his green brows: "Do you think that a place like Tianshui Tower is better than the Demon Realm? "

Liu Qingkui's body trembled, her lips were tightly pressed together, and a shallow dimple appeared on the face of the baby who did not show her age.

He didn't dare to look directly into Luo Huayin's eyes, his chest heaved for a while, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Subordinate, can I ask, the Lord wants to bring Master... Lu Qianchuan back, why?"

The corner of Luo Huayin's mouth raised an extremely soft smile, and he looked at him with interest: "You want to know?"

Liu Qingkui sensed the murderous intent in his words, pressed her head even lower, and said quickly: "This subordinate dare not."

"Hmph," Luo Huayin hummed softly, his extremely melodious voice suddenly paused, and when he spoke again, every word and every sentence was filled with cold blades, "Do your own thing well, and if you show up again next time This kind of mistake, you and your white tiger will burn into flames together."

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Liu Qingkui's forehead, and beads of sweat flowed down his blunt baby face. He stared at the black ground with his eyes, and said shyly, "...Yes."

*

Tianshui Building.

Holding on to the last sliver of clarity, Lu Qianchuan finished talking about life and ideals with [-], and finally talked about that rebellious Mo Chenyuan who bit his finger.

[-] A blue light flashed: 【The system solemnly apologizes for ignoring the wishes of the host and making a decision without authorization. 】

Lu Qianchuan smiled helplessly: "The Cold War has lasted three years, why are you apologizing now?"

[-] was silent.

Seeing him in such a dead state, Lu Qianchuan felt a surge of intimacy in his heart. He moved his numb arm, and his thigh, which had already lost consciousness, seemed to move accordingly, but he didn't feel much. arrive.

He sighed leisurely: "Can you guarantee that you will correct your mistakes and never do similar things in the future?"

[-]'s blue light flickered for a long time, reluctantly admitted: [According to the system's detection of the current plot, the plot has greatly deviated from the original plot, and many tasks have failed. In case of emergency, the host should make a judgment on his own. 】

Lu Qianchuan was about to burst into tears. After waiting for so many years, he finally let go of [-].

His mind was muddled, and he couldn't think of many beautiful words that he usually had at his fingertips, so he had to search his brains to think of some sentences that could express his excitement and gratitude to show his sincere respect to [-].

His language has not yet been organized, so [-] spoke first: [It is detected that the body temperature of the host is too high, may I ask whether to activate the protection system? 】

Lu Qianchuan opened his mouth, only to realize that his throat was so sore that he could hardly speak.

A few gusts of cold air were sucked into his mouth, like ice knives across his throat, pierced into his lungs, making him almost in pain.

He smiled bitterly again: "I have a good chat with you in my head, why do you have to remind me of this?"

[-]'s indicator light kept flashing: [The host's physical condition is very serious, the system suggests to activate the protection system immediately, do you agree? 】

Lu Qianchuan insisted not to agree, [-] was silent for a while, and suddenly said: 【If the host insists, the system will forcibly activate the protection system to ensure that your life safety will not be threatened. 】

Lu Qianchuan laughed dumbly: "You promised something just now, why did you forget it in a blink of an eye?"

As soon as this joke fell in his mind, Lu Qianchuan's eyes went dark, and the faint light in front of him was almost blocked by most of it, and his vision became even darker for a moment.

Outside the door stood three or four Taoist priests in gray robes and holding whisks.

Lu Qianchuan was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't hear a single footstep.

This is not to say how powerful those Taoists are, but that Lu Qianchuan's body is too weak to hear the movement from afar.

It wasn't until they stood in front of him, blocking most of his remaining dim light, that he suddenly realized that a torture that was harder than Hanshui Xuantie was coming.

*

At the tall and fortified main entrance of Tianshui Tower, a red light flashed very quickly, like a ghostly shadow, fleeting.

Lu Qianchuan was thrown into the cage full of cold water again, the sound of water sounded, a trace of blood spread from Lu Qianchuan's body in the icy cold water, and the surrounding cold water gradually turned into a shocking blood red , There was an extremely strong smell of blood in the cell.

Lu Qianchuan couldn't stand anymore, he ignored the cold water, his butt fell to the ground, his whole body was almost submerged in the cold water, only the neck above was still exposed on the water.

[-] Reminder: [This is too dangerous, the host please get up and leave the cold water immediately. 】

Lu Qianchuan closed his eyes, he didn't even have the strength to shake his head, and begged [-] for mercy intermittently in his mind: "I...take it easy, brother [-]...can you tell jokes?"

[-] Of course he can't tell jokes, and Lu Qianchuan didn't expect his cold and ruthless system voice to say anything funny, his consciousness gradually became dizzy, and the cold water seemed to have left him, he even wanted to maintain this Get a good night's sleep without being in the water position.

A warm spiritual current came from the heart and slowly flowed into the limbs. Lu Qianchuan frowned slightly, unable to figure out where the warmth came from.

He murmured subconsciously: "Master..."

The voice in his head was still cold, but his tone was no longer calm, and the light blue indicator light kept flashing, as if very urgent.

Lu Qianchuan thought in a daze: Is the system also in a hurry?

He heard a familiar cold voice say: [Master is still waiting for you outside, Lu Qianchuan, you must be fine. 】

There was still a steady flow of warm spiritual flow from the heart, this feeling was too familiar, just like what Yan Zi'an would do every time he was injured, it was so warm that it almost made people want to cry.

The voice repeated over and over again: [Lu Qianchuan, you can't be bothered. 】

Lu Qianchuan was a little annoyed, he just wanted to sleep, but this voice kept nagging, as if he was not allowed to sleep.

He frowned, leaning his head against the cold wall, his body felt strange, as if it was divided into two halves, one half was so heavy that it sank into the bottom of the sea and fell into hell, while the other half was light and light, as if floating in the clouds, straight up to the blue sky .

In the mist, the black black iron door seemed to be opened by someone, and a person who was so bright that he was about to burn rushed in and forced something into his mouth.

His throat was sore, and he didn't want to swallow anything at all, but the hand on his chin kept exerting force, forcing him to drink the cold liquid in his mouth.

A voice kept repeating the same sentence: "You can't have an accident, you absolutely can't have an accident..."

Form a duet with the voice in my head.

So annoying.

He wanted to reach out and slap the mouth that made the sound, but he had no strength at all, so he could only continue to endure the double attacks inside and outside the body, and even allowed that annoying guy to keep feeding some of his mouth into his mouth. I don't know what it is.

There are cold liquids and round balls, no matter which one, it is an unbearable torture for his overwhelmed throat.

In a trance, a cold liquid fell on his face, and he heard the voice repeating again and again: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Who is he sorry for?

Lu Qianchuan didn't know, he only knew that after those strange entrances, a warm spiritual current flowed continuously from his back into his body.

This spiritual flow was extremely domineering, like magma, the coldness in his body was instantly driven away by this domineering spiritual flow, his whole body was warm, and his body that was divided into two halves returned to one place and merged into one.

At this time, the spiritual flow stopped, and the heat source gradually moved away from him. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the extremely lingering heat, but he only had time to hold a piece of light and thin cloth in his hand. In a blink of an eye, the cloth was removed, and the palms were filled with cold air.

*

When Lu Qianchuan woke up, more than half of the cold water in the water prison had disappeared for some reason, and the remaining ice water could only cover his ankles. He was leaning against the corner of the water prison in an extremely curled up posture, and most of the wounds on his body had healed. scar, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

He rubbed his wrists and sat up straight, looked around for no reason, and beat his head lightly.

Thumping and pounding, what did he do to make this place look like this, but he couldn't remember at all.

Just as he was wondering, the obscure light around him dimmed again. He raised his head to look at the black iron prison door, and saw a group of fiercely burning flames through the gap like a fence.

He spoke, but his voice was hoarse: "Liu Qingkui."

At this angle, at this distance, and with such light, he could barely see the red figure clearly. As for the expression on Liu Qingkui's face, he stared at it intently for a while, really powerless.

Liu Qingkui's voice was very weak, and she couldn't hear any affection: "I never expected to meet Mr. Asakawa who looks like this."

It's "Mr. Asakawa" again.

When others say these four words, it means respect and courtesy, but when Mo Chenyuan and Liu Qingkui said it, he only found it ironic.

He said in a hoarse voice: "It's not enough to frame her in public, why don't you come here and ask me to make a clean break?"

Liu Qingkui's body seemed to tremble, she gritted her teeth and said, "The devil wants to take you captive into the devil world."

Lu Qianchuan was still a little dizzy, and after a while, he picked out one of the three demon kings to match the one he mentioned. He asked curiously, "Luo Huayin? Are you working for him?"

He was confused for a while, and suddenly understood why they searched for three years but couldn't find Liu Qingkui everywhere. It turned out that he had gone to the devil world and fooled around with Luo Huayin.

Liu Qingkui didn't answer his question, but asked relentlessly: "Do you know why he has been chasing you so hard?"

Lu Qianchuan was dizzy, and his eyes turned black. He leaned back slightly, leaning his head against the wall, and looked up at Liu Qingkui: "I didn't know it before, but maybe I know a little bit now."

Liu Qingkui's voice was cold and hard: "I would like to hear the details."

Lu Qianchuan lowered his head slightly, a rare mocking smile appeared on that handsome and unparalleled face: "Why should I tell you?"

Liu Qingkui's shoulders trembled, and she stood where she was, looking at him silently.

The two of them confronted each other for a long while like a trapped beast across a dark black iron gate, and Liu Qingkui gritted her teeth and said, "The devil wants to take you away, but unfortunately Tianshui Tower is the only place where his minions can't get deep enough." place."

Lu Qianchuan nodded lightly: "So, as one of his minions, you came to catch me with all your heart?"

Liu Qingkui sneered: "Whatever you think, now Wan Lingzong has fallen out with the cultivation world, Lu Fengyi has left the snow city to clean himself up, and there is chaos in the cultivation world, it's better to go to the demon king's side and try to be quiet."

Lu Qianchuan blinked, and the pain in his head was tearing his head more and more. After a long time, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he said slowly: "Wan Lingzong and the world of cultivation have a falling out? City Lord Lu left the house? "

Liu Qingkui suddenly shut up again.

Lu Qianchuan was burning with anxiety, and his voice raised a little: "What's going on?"

Liu Qingkui just looked at him coldly, and suddenly took out a thin shirt from Qiankun's sleeve.

He threw the shirt on Lu Qianchuan unceremoniously like throwing garbage, and said lightly: "The current situation is chaotic, it's up to you whether you want to come to the Demon Lord's side to serve."

After speaking, he turned around without hesitation, a flame ignited in the air, and Liu Qingkui had disappeared.

Lu Qianchuan suddenly came back to his senses, picked up the clean and tidy but extremely thin set of clothes in shock, shook his hands away, and then, looking at the exquisite pattern embroidery on it, fell silent.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a women's dress.

Holding the women's clothing, Lu Qianchuan was silent for a moment, and asked [-] in his mind: "Brother [-], are you still there?"

What answered him was [-]'s flat, waveless voice: [Host. 】

"How much energy is there?"

【50.00%. 】

Lu Qianchuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "That's enough."

【? 】

A huge question mark appeared on [-]'s system interface, probably to ask about his next plan.

Lu Qianchuan said: "Get ready, let's go out, if I'm halfway out of spiritual power, please help me, 50.00% should be able to last until we break out."

[-]: [According to the system's detection of the nearby situation, it is not recommended for the host to rush in recklessly. 】

Lu Qianchuan held tightly the woman's dress with delicate ruffles embroidered on the neckline and cuffs, took a deep breath again, and said calmly, "It's not about breaking in, it's about outsmarting. If we are discovered, we will try harder."

[-]: 【The reason for doing this? 】

Lu Qianchuan lifted his skirt, looked at the scars on his chest, then closed his eyes in horror, hid in the dark corner of the water prison, and quietly took off the thin shirt on his body that was stained with blood and could not see its original color at all.

While changing his clothes, he replied: "I stay here to protect the sect's status in the cultivation world. Now that the Wanling Sect has fallen out with the cultivation world, what am I still doing here? The most urgent thing is to get out quickly. Help Master and the others."

[-]: [Understood. 】

The blue light flickered for a while, and [-] reminded: [The high-cold filter on the host has been converted into a soft light filter, please pay attention to your words and deeds to avoid being discovered by others. 】

When he said this, Lu Qianchuan remembered that he still had such a thing as a high-cold filter on his body, and asked a little guilty: "Did the high-cold filter always be turned on during the Cold War?"

[-]: [Yes. 】

Lu Qianchuan was moved to tears again, and sincerely thanked: "Brother [-], thank you."

This time [-] didn't speak, and Lu Qianchuan was still slandering him for not even saying "you're welcome", which is really rude. On [-]'s light blue system interface, the huge "?" disappeared and turned into a Huge "ah".

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

Okay, it's because he doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, and ignores Brother [-]'s painstaking efforts, okay?

Lu Qianchuan touched his nose awkwardly, and [-] immediately began to jump on the indicator light: [Warning, please pay attention to the host's words and deeds.Warning, please pay attention to your words and deeds. 】

Lu Qianchuan paused while holding his trousers, his pale face suddenly turned a little red, and his earlobes were also stained with a layer of light pink, he yelled at him unhappily: "I haven't finished my clothes yet, please slow down and enter the mode OK?"

[-] So it stopped.