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

The thunder rumbled and landed on the hearts of the two of them.

They looked at each other, Shao Shu pulled Yan Zi'an up, and the two walked side by side to the gate of the palace.

In the far north sky, there was constant thunder, and several bolts of lightning dragged their long tails, almost cutting through the sky, tearing the sky into different pieces with majestic momentum.

Yan Zian murmured: "It's Qianchuan and the others."

Shao Shu's frowning brows relaxed, the smile in his eyes became more and more intense, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, but he said: "These two brats know how to come back!"

Yan Zi'an just showed a comfortable smile, and when he heard that, the smile was on his face, and he gave him an unceremonious look: "You think they came back late? Well, if they come out, I will take them back to Wanlingzong immediately. "

Shaoshu: "..."

*

Lu Qianchuan and others in the Raksha Hell didn't know that there was already lightning and thunder outside. They were standing above the sky of Raksha Hell, each occupying one side, observing the return of goodwill to people's bodies.

Hua Wenyue just woke up, and was forced to work as soon as he opened his eyes. He said to Lu Qianchuan with a gloomy face: "Some of them have long since lost their owners."

Lu Qianchuan nodded: "It seems that the world on the other side is still useful."

Hua Wenyue beat his head, recalling that unfinished dream, in which he still didn't get a definite answer from Yan Zi'an.

His gloomy beauty face was already lacking energy, and thinking about all kinds of things in the dream made him even more listless.He raised his hand and yawned, and said slowly, "What tricks do you want to come up with?"

Lu Qianchuan was slightly taken aback, before he could speak, he waved his hand and said first, "Forget it, you can do whatever you want, just don't always come to me for help."

Lu Qianchuan frowned slightly, knowing that even though Hua Wenyue said so, when the trouble came, he would still do it, so he said: "I understand, I will try my best to solve it by myself."

Hua Wenyue paused when he hit his head with his hand, slowly glanced at him, and then slowly withdrew his gaze: "I really can't figure it out, you can come and beg me, I think you are sincere, maybe you can help me."

Lu Qianchuan clenched his fist with one hand, pretended to cough lightly, and took the opportunity to cover the corners of his lips that were becoming more and more upturned. He should be calm.

They looked down, and the goodwill flashed across the fields, non-stop looking for the owner they should live in.

And those who had regained their bodily goodwill recovered their strength after the initial discomfort, and exchanged polite greetings in the street.

Hua Wenyue sighed infinitely.

He has been gifted and intelligent since he was a child, and is extremely talented in psychic reading and the like.Unknowingly, he has seen too many dark thoughts in other people's hearts that cannot be put on the table, and gradually he feels that all human beings are like this.

After arriving here, he quickly became familiar with the survival rules of the jungle.

It wasn't until today that he saw so many good intentions returning to the body, seeing those burly men who are used to bullying others, standing between the roads, and politely apologizing to those who have been bullied by him, he finally understood: Humans are also human beings. Not hopeless.

Lu Qianchuan stretched out his hand, and some small balls of light that could not find the original owner spontaneously came to his fingertips, climbing up and down between his palm and fingers.

"Does the uncle still decide to stay here?"

Hua Wenyue gave him a squinting look: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Lu Qianchuan said casually: "Qianchuan thought that Wan Lingzong was united as one, and there was no deep hatred between brothers and sisters."

"Oh?" Uncle Hua, who is used to being jealous, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled coolly, "You and Liu Qingkui also plan to turn hostility into friendship?"

Lu Qianchuan's hand holding the small light ball trembled, his lips were tightened, and his eyes were lowered.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Hua Wenyue knew that his knife was too sharp.But no matter how much he tried to take back the water that was spilled from what he said, he couldn't take it back.

The two stood for a long time without embarrassment, neither of them knew how to pick up the next topic. After a long silence, Hua Wenyue suddenly said, "Let me tell your fortune."

Lu Qianchuan thanked him, and then said: "I believe that fate is up to you, so why don't masters calculate other things?"

The old god Hua Wenyue said "Oh" on the ground, and then changed his voice: "Then I will count the marriage for you?"

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

His handsome face flushed red, his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, his eyes wandered, and he said dryly: "The disciple thanked the uncle, but the big things in life still depend on fate and luck, such things as marriage... ..."

Before he could finish his refusal, Hua Wenyue put away his counting hand, sighed quietly, and said, "That person's birth date is written in my heart, guess what?"

Lu Qianchuan: "..."

After all, Hua Wenyue is a great master of a generation. This kind of thing is so fast and accurate that people are caught off guard.

Lu Qianchuan watched his expression carefully, a string of familiar numbers came to mind and jumped to the tip of his tongue. He held it in his mouth like a soldering iron, stuttering and unable to speak.

Hua Wenyue sighed again: "Do you think I can see what's in your heart?"

Lu Qianchuan lowered his head in embarrassment, his eyes straightened, and he had the ambition to jump off Hua Wenyue's spiritual weapon and fall directly to the ground to die.

He finally knew why his senior uncles were unwilling to talk to Mr. Hua.

Lu's earlobe completely turned agate color, a blush spread from his face to the base of his neck, and he said in a low voice, "...I am ashamed."

Hua Wenyue suddenly remembered the performance of Yan Zi'an and Shao Shu when they were entangled, and compared with Lu Qianchuan today, he only felt that the country had regressed from generation to generation, and Wan Lingzong might have no successors.

Just like Lu Qianchuan's shy and shy quail... It was simply the opposite of Yan Zi'an back then.

He sighed for the third time today, and continued: "Forget it, this is all your own business, you can solve it however you like."

"Only one thing," he paused, coughed uncomfortably, and whispered, "Your magic power went berserk that day, when we entered, you were pressing people under you, do you remember this? "

Lu Qianchuan raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened, the blush on his face faded away, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

Hua Wenyue had a "ah, scumbag" expression on his face, and said quietly: "I knew it."

Lu Qianchuan trembled for a long time, opened and closed his mouth, and finally found his voice in the chaos: "I put him...?"

Hua Wenyue sighed softly: "Shen Yuan must have never mentioned it to you. Now that you know, what to do next is up to you."

*

When Chengming and Mo Chenyuan came over with a lot of spiritual light, Lu Qianchuan and Hua Wenyue each took a corner of the spiritual weapon. Hua Wenyue diligently collected the spiritual light, while Lu Qianchuan stood like a stone pillar like a lost soul. Stare at the other side.

Chengming was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Hua Wenyue turned his head, glanced at Lu Qianchuan's distraught look, and said calmly, "Who knows, maybe he remembered something."

Mo Chenyuan frowned, and looked at Hua Wenyue with undisguised guard: "What did you remember?"

Hua Wenyue glanced at him amusedly, and said pointedly: "Boy, don't take revenge for your kindness."

Mo Chenyuan threw all the aura in his hand to Chengming, and Si Ming made a turn, and he flew straight in front of Lu Qianchuan.

"Brother?" Calling out cautiously, Mo Chenyuan habitually held Lu Qianchuan's hand, wrapping his cold fingertips.

There were strands of warmth coming from his fingers, and Lu Qianchuan's heart trembled, becoming more and more disturbed.Obviously Mo Chenyuan's voice echoed in his heart, but he was as nervous as a child who did something wrong, completely unaware of how to respond.

The mouth opened and closed, and the eyes kept dodging. After a while, Lu Qianchuan gave a vague "hmm".

Mo Chenyuan's eyes gradually darkened, he turned his head slowly, and looked at Hua Wenyue with searching eyes.

Hua Wenyue and Cheng Ming got together, busy with business, and took time out of their busy schedules to give him a "self-experienced" look.

Mo Chenyuan's heart slowly lifted.

*

Demons, in the royal city.

The streets are bustling, with patrolling demon soldiers passing by from time to time, and ordinary demon people give way one after another.

Most of these demon soldiers are tall and tall, very conspicuous in the crowd.With swords in their hands, they patrolled around with falcon-like eyes, not letting go of any suspicious traces.

The two demon women gathered together, talking in a low voice with fear.One person said: "Recently I have seen them patrolling the streets, why do I look like they are looking for someone?"

Another person whispered: "That is inevitable. The devil and the princess returned, but 'that' did not know where to hide. These people walk around every day, isn't it just to find 'that'?"

"Didn't it mean that that person was already damaged in the North City?"

"That's what they say," the slightly taller woman carefully scanned the surroundings, and lowered her voice, "But I heard that the battle damage is just a cover, but I'm actually pretty good!"

While they were talking, a tall man in ragged clothes passed by wiping the skirt of a shorter woman.His speed was very fast, his footsteps were extremely light, and he walked under the eaves on both sides of the street, hardly attracting the attention of others.

Those patrolling demon soldiers lined up, and they were about to turn in their direction. The man paused, turned a corner, and dodged sideways into an alley next to him.

The magic soldier didn't notice him, and continued to walk forward without stopping.

After all the shadows of the magic soldiers disappeared at the intersection of this street, the man slowly emerged from the alley, his blue-gray clothes were so cold that they almost merged with the wall.

He adjusted his hood expressionlessly, and after confirming that his face could not be seen by others, he slowly raised his feet and continued to walk forward in the direction where the magic soldier disappeared.

At this moment, a thunder exploded in the ears, and several huge lightning bolts flashed across the distant sky, and the sky burst into dazzling white light in an instant.

There were several panicked shouts from the crowd, and someone shouted that it was going to rain.Vendors who set up stalls to sell things swiftly put away their goods, and pedestrians strolling around also quickened their pace.

The man stood motionless among the crowd, completely unaffected by them.

He stood there like a stone statue for a long time, then slowly raised his head, and the huge and thick lightning was reflected in his dark green eyes exactly.

For a long time, he maintained this posture of raising his head, facing the sky, and slowly showing a smile that was neither sad nor happy.

Amidst the dull thunder, a bolt of lightning flashed across their heads, and a dazzling white light hit his face.

That smile appeared stern and cold, yet unfathomable.