When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Love you and hate you, for the rest of my life.

When Wan Wan wrote these eight characters, Xu Ziling's face was already blurred in her mind. She thought for a while, but only thought of a thin figure from the back.

love?

As the heir of the Yingui sect of the evil sect of the evil sect, love seems to be a very luxurious thing, but as Wanhou, love is something she wants if she wants it, and she doesn't want it if she doesn't want it.

Anyway, she is a witch, so she doesn't have to abide by the rules of a noble family, and she can get whatever she wants.

She talked to Xu Ziling about the general trend of the world and the change of dynasties, and she clearly saw the shock in Xu Ziling's eyes.

"Do you think that if the people in our demon sect take power, they will harm the common people? This kind of thinking is ridiculously naive. No matter who becomes the emperor, he must work for the well-being of the people. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the dynasty is, it will be overthrown by the people. Qin North Korea is a good example."

"I can't look down on those hypocritical villains who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. For those of us in the Demon Sect, love is love, and hate is hate."

She raised her chin slightly, her eyes curved: "I am a woman named Xu Ziling."

This is probably love.

She and Cihang Jingzhai are old enemies, they are always fighting each other for things. It used to be Tianxia, ​​but now it is Xu Ziling.

If the struggle is love, then she loves Xu Ziling.

Love you and hate you, for the rest of my life, her eight words are destined to cut Xu Ziling's heart severely, so that he will never forget the appearance of the girl in white walking barefoot with golden bells in the snowy night.

Wan Wan closed her eyes and handed the letter to Ming Kong.

Later she heard that Li Shimin had taken over the world, that the Xuanwu Gate had killed his brother and forced his father, and had secured his position as the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Later, Wu Zetian was born and became the first female emperor on the land of China.

It was snowing heavily outside again, and with one hand resting on his chin while the other hand went to catch the snowflakes, his heart felt more empty than ever.

In the end she still won.

Her apprentice Ming Kong is Wu Zetian, the master of the world.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, she was walking barefoot in the snow, the bells on her ankles were jingling, she finally understood that it was not love.

It's just, possessive and competitive.

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Hou Hou woke up from the cold.

She hasn't felt this way for a long time since she practiced Tianmoyin.

Her body was very cold, but her internal organs seemed to be burned by a ball of fire. The fire burned all the way to her throat, making people cough uncontrollably.

Hou Hou clutched his chest and coughed violently, and the man's cold voice sounded in his ears: "Huh? You're still alive?"

The voice was very strange, it was not someone around her, and she couldn't feel the man's skill at all, which was something she had never experienced before.

Even if it was the Xie Wang and the Yin Queen, she could feel their martial arts. What kind of master was it that made her completely unaware of that person's aura?

Hou Hou frowned and raised her head, and what caught her eyes was a very clear face, even though she was used to the picturesque faces of evil kings and queens, she couldn't help being startled when she saw the man.

The man was wearing a green shirt, and he was playing with the jade flute with his slender fingers. When he saw her wake up, he turned his face slightly to look at her.

The bright moonlight fell on his face, three points of evil, seven points of madness.

"Since you're still alive, follow me from now on." The man twirled his jade flute with his fingers, his voice paused slightly: "What's your name?"

Wan Wan laughed.

In the entire martial arts world, no one can talk to her like this, so what if the man in front of her is extremely skilled in martial arts?

She has never been afraid of anyone.

Wan Wan stroked the hair between his fingers, and was about to speak, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Spreading his hands, looking at his palms, and then mentioning Qi Yun Gong, Hou Hou finally understood what was wrong - it wasn't that the man had high martial arts, but that she had lost all martial arts.

Go look at the surrounding environment again.

It wasn't where she lived, or even a place she'd seen before.

Wan Hou became vigilant, and slowly said, "I used to be called... Xu Ziling's woman."

The man raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at Houhou with a playful look: "Xu Ziling's woman? I've never heard of it."

Wan Wan's heart sank.

In today's world, who doesn't know Xu Ziling?Who doesn't know her?

What happened?

The man said: "Ms. Xu Ziling, this name is not good. If you take me as your teacher, you have to change your name."

"Mei Chaofeng, what's the name?"

婠婠: "..."

It's awful.

Wan Wan said, "My name is Wan Wan."

Although I don't know what happened, but judging from the current environment, following the man in front of me seems to be the only choice.

A woman without the strength to restrain a chicken cannot make a living in the arena alone.

She has been walking in the rivers and lakes for many years, and she is too aware of the world's malice towards women, especially women who are unable to protect themselves.

"Woah?" Huang Yaoshi glanced at the thin woman in front of him, her childish face was full of persistence, Huang Yaoshi twitched the corners of her mouth, and said, "It's up to you."

Huang Yaoshi threw the newly bought clothes on the table to Houhou, turned and left.

The cool night breeze brought Huang Yaoshi's cold voice: "Fresh and change, Peach Blossom Island does not accept beggars."

Peach Blossom Island?

Never heard the name before.

I don't know if the master will be so angry that he will steal the corpse out of the coffin when he learns that she has worshiped an unknown sect.

After thinking about it, I don't think so.

She is a member of the Devil's Cult, and she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. Pretending to be someone else as a master is not something worth dying for. The master will definitely not blame her for this matter.

She took in two apprentices, Ming Kong became the empress, Tang Jiangshan was included in her pocket, and Fa Ming became the monk king, controlling the martial arts forces, whether it was the court or the rivers and lakes, they all belonged to her.

She has surpassed the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, the master should be the smile Jiuquan.

Wan Hou looked at Huang Yaoshi and left, and went to the inner room with the clothes in his arms.

Forget it, don't want to.

It's useless to think about it, but just take one step at a time.

There was hot water prepared inside, and the steaming water reflected her face, and Wan Wan bent down to look at herself in the water waves.

The loss of martial arts did not make her look old, she was still the same as before, ecstasy, and she was better than snow.

People in the world say that she has the body of a fairy and the heart of a goblin. She thinks this kind of evaluation is funny. Who stipulates that fairies must chant scriptures and preach, and stay away from the mundane world?

Immortals can do whatever they want, and do whatever they want.

She just wants to be a happy fairy.

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After living with Huang Yaoshi for a few days, Hou Hou finally confirmed that the time and space he was in had indeed changed.

The unprecedentedly powerful prosperous Tang Dynasty has long passed, and the current dynasty is the weak Song Dynasty, the first dynasty on the land of China to send year coins to foreigners to buy peace.

After learning all this, Wan Hou only felt that there was really no one in the martial arts world.

Anyone from her era who came to this era would not allow foreigners to show off their power in the Central Plains.

It's a pity that Song/Tai/Zu's position was not right, and he was afraid to be wary of military generals. Later generations also followed suit, and managed a big Song Dynasty into a big "song" dynasty.

Really funny.

Wan Hou asked Huang Yaoshi: "The world is in chaos, and Master doesn't care about it?"

Huang Yaoshi was playing the jade flute, he stopped when he heard this, twirled the jade flute with his fingers, and said casually: "You little girl, you have a lot of thoughts."

Hou Hou said: "When a man is born in troubled times, he should lift a three-foot sword to achieve invincible merit."

Huang Yaoshi sneered: "I don't have a three-foot sword as a teacher, and you are not a real man."

Wan Wan shut up.

This Huang Yaoshi is very strange.

Mingming pursed his lips when he saw the refugees begging for life on the road, and asked him to quell the troubled world, but he was unwilling.

The inconsistency is as if the evil king split into two people, one is a handsome and passionate son, and the other is a vicious and bloodthirsty murderer.

After getting along with Huang Yaoshi for a long time, I found that there are more than one and two things that are strange about him.

Obviously caring about his apprentice very much, but what he said was full of ridicule, how to poke people's hearts and how to speak.

It would be fine if Huang Yaoshi picked up someone else, but she was picked up by her. She was originally a demon girl from the sun and moon flying high above the sky, how could she ever suffer from such a useless attitude?

As soon as his temper came up, Hou Hou didn't speak to Huang Yaoshi for a day.

Huang Yaoshi was not a talkative person either, so he asked her a few words, and when she saw that she didn't answer, he ignored her.

Peach Blossom Island hadn't arrived yet, and she felt that with Huang Yaoshi's temper, after seeing her cold face all day, she probably left this weird little girl on the road and went back to Peach Blossom Island by herself.

So Houhou was ready to walk the rivers and lakes by herself - she was born to practice martial arts, but within a few months, she had practiced the Tianmoyin to the first level. People can cook with one hand.

There is no need to rely on Huang Yaoshi's protection anymore.

In the early morning of the next day, Hou Wan left very simply.

She is a member of the demonic way, even if she recognizes a cheap master indiscriminately, and the cheap master wants to expel her from the school, she must be one step ahead of the master and kick the master first.

As for the clothes Huang Yaoshi bought her and the small pocket money she gave her, she naturally had to bring them and throw them away in a fit of anger.

She is not a decent person, why should she pay attention to the integrity of a decent person?

After carrying the small burden on his back, before dawn, he left the inn, and the waiter in the inn who got up early to clean up couldn't stop him.

After leaving the inn, Houhou walked all the way north.

If she wants to show her talents in this era, Yanyun Sixteen States is the best choice.

The Yanyun area is the gateway to guarding the Central Plains. If these places are lost, the Song Dynasty will be beaten by foreigners to cry.

She can practice martial arts while walking towards Yanyun, and when she arrives at Yanyun, her martial arts is almost ready.

The all-powerful sects of her era have long since disappeared in the long river of history, and most of the sects that have been handed down today are not in the mainstream, and they don't even know the advanced art of keeping the face——When her master was in his 50s, he looked Martial arts that are no different from girls in the seventeenth or eighteenth century are a fantasy in this era.

The three or four levels of Heavenly Demon Voice are enough to make her domineering in this era when the country is weak and the people are weaker.

Hou Hou set out on the road in high spirits.

To her surprise, she was arrested a month later.

The person who arrested her didn't have good martial arts skills, but there are so many people, and they can use poison. She had just practiced the first level of Tianmoyin, and she exhausted her strength after several days of fighting, and was shot with a poison dart in the end. Broke his shoulder and passed out.

Before her consciousness completely disappeared, she regretted that she was called Wanhou—if such a useless thing was known to her enemies, she would probably laugh out loud.

When she woke up again, Wan Wan found that she was tied up and her eyes were covered. The sweet smell of makeup and powder came over her face, and someone pinched her chin.

"This kind of stuff can please the master."

It was a woman who said this, and her face was hurt by her long nails.

"Clean it up and send it to the master."

"Be careful, this girl knows martial arts, don't untie her acupuncture points."

Wan Wan's mood is a bit complicated.

People in the Demon Sect are very open about the affairs of men and women. When the atmosphere is up, it's normal to be ups and downs. Therefore, she doesn't have much intention to keep her innocence by dying, and she cares more about the "master" she is about to face. It's another matter—how the "master" looks, what size, what skills.

If that "master" is messing with the old man, no matter how open she is, she will be disgusted to the point of disgust.

Wan Wan couldn't see anything, and only practiced gong in his heart, racing against time to practice Tianmoyin.

After training to the second floor, you will be able to break through the acupuncture points and escape.

After freshening up, Hou Hou was sent into a room filled with intoxicating fragrance.

The door was closed, someone came out from behind the screen, pinched her chin with cold fingers.

It seems that both the master and the servants in this place have the same problem, pinching people's faces at every turn.

The sweet breath was getting closer and closer, and the man pressed against her ear, his voice was a clear boyish voice: "It's interesting to honor the person who came here today."

The cloth strips that were blindfolded were taken off, and in front of him was a handsome young man not much older than her, dressed in white, like a fairy in a painting.

婠婠: "..."

With such a good-looking face, do you still need to rob civilian girls?

The boy untied her dumb acupoint, took a glass of wine from the table, took a sip, put the remaining half of the glass to her lips, and said, "What's your name?"

"...Mei Chaofeng."

In this kind of useless environment, you must not say your real name.

Hou Hou didn't drink, but said: "My master's name is Huang Yaoshi, and he is most protective of his shortcomings. You should let me go, so as to save his old man from trouble with you."

The young man smiled, rubbed his thumb on her face, and said disapprovingly: "When you and I accomplish something good, your master will become my master."

The discussion failed, so Houhou had no choice but to say: "That's fine. It's just that this kind of thing is about what you like and I'm willing, and I can't do it if I'm not willing in the current situation. I only have one request, be gentle, at least save my life. Play tricks with you."

You can't escape by running, this dead child's martial arts is much higher than hers, so I can only change my strategy, keep the green hills, and don't worry about no firewood.

When she achieves great martial arts, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with this dead child.

Martyrdom by death is something that is done by a noble family, not the style of her, a witch of the Sunflower School.

The young man was amused by her: "You are the first person I have ever seen who is not looking for life or death."

Wan Wan tickled the corners of his mouth.

This dead child was born well. If she is more skilled, she will not be at a disadvantage. What is there to look for?

If there was a bad old man in front of her, she might still struggle.

Hou Hou said: "It seems that it is useful to seek death and life. Since I was captured by you, if you want to play, you can enjoy it as much as I am dead. Since the result is the same, why should I resist?"

"Come on, take it easy, you are a veteran of Fengyuezhong, you know what to do. By the way, give me that jug of wine on the table, maybe it can save me from suffering."

The boy couldn't help laughing, took out a red pill from his sachet and fed it to Houhou, and said with a smile, "This is for you."

"But why do I feel like I've been taken advantage of?"

Huang Yaoshi finally couldn't listen anymore and jumped down. The boy was unprepared and kicked out of the window by him.

Hou Hou raised his eyebrows, and spit out the unswallowed pill in his mouth.

Huang Yaoshi walked over step by step, his handsome face seemed to be indelible, and his voice was low: "When you do this kind of thing, you become my apprentice of Huang Yaoshi?"

The man in front of him was frighteningly gloomy, and his eyelids twitched.

Huang Yaoshi said lightly at the end: "Still using the name I gave you, Mei Chaofeng?"

"Ok?"