Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

The sea of ​​bitterness is constantly tumbling, dark clouds cover the sun, at the bottom of the green cliff, in a remote and secret cave.

In every uneven corner of the mountain wall, the most sinister formation runes in this world are drawn.

In the center where the divine power of the confinement rune flows, in a faint blue light ball, there is a person lying quietly, no, it is a sleeping god.

He was still wearing the red robe from his wedding day, his temple hair was scattered, and there was a deep sword wound on his forehead. His skin and flesh were split open, revealing the white bones inside. Even the spirit floating on this body was affected by this wound. , on the forehead, there was a red mark that looked like a sword mark.

This is a young god, only 10,000+ years old, however, the soul is weaker and broken than those old ancient gods, and cannot last for a long time.

A little bit of golden light, continuously extracted from the soul, injects into the bones and veins of the body, maintaining the body's slightly pale, but still stunningly handsome face

The god remained in a sleepy posture.

He clasped his hands over his chest, just covering a horrific wound nearby.

In the crook of his arm, there is also an ancient sword.

The ancient sword is three feet six-and-a-half feet long and one foot two feet wide. The hilt is carved with floating clouds and dream patterns. From top to bottom, it is formed in one go. , crushed into the dust.

The sword has not changed for thousands of years since it was last seen in the God Realm.

But now, from the hilt to the tip of the sword, there was an increasingly violent vibration and agitated buzzing, which could not be concealed.

The ball of light that trapped the god also began to shake, and some small cracks gradually appeared on the top.

In the cave, as if an uninvited guest stepped in, all the formations were running crazily and unreasonably, killing ghosts and gods, and killing the sun and the moon.

The humming sound of the ancient sword didn't stop, instead it vibrated even more crazily with the threat of the formation.

The confrontation between the two parties has gradually reached a critical point of collapse.

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Fulin Realm, on Jinque Mountain, Ye Mansion.

According to the local rules, Ye Fen should keep Mrs. Ye's spirit for three days, and then preside over the burial of his biological mother.

It's not yet autumn and the weather is hot, so the three days have been reduced by half a day. Tomorrow, I will go to the cemetery prepared before, and send Mrs. Ye to the grave.

The killing monk only showed up on the first day and chanted sutras, and then never came again.

Ye Fai didn't know his details, and his own cannon fodder gave the protagonist group another head, so he didn't care about him for the time being.

When he was kneeling in the mourning hall again, he heard Steward Lin say indifferently behind him: "Mr. Meng is back."

Ye Fei turned around, and it really was Meng Cang.

I saw that the other party was dressed in a white robe, still clean and spotless, with a handsome and calm face, without the slightest expression of surprise.

Ye Fei glanced secretly, his suspended heart sank slightly, Meng Cang seemed to have not discovered the connection between him and the shopkeeper Lao Wang?

That's right, a Taoist priest like Meng Cang, who is so ruthless and ruthless, has a cold and indifferent attitude towards his fellow disciples, how can he care much about a common man who meets by chance?

Ye Fei called out reassuringly: "Uncle Meng."

This is what Meng Cang specially asked him to call.

Unexpectedly, today the other party somehow heard the word "Uncle Shi", coughed twice, and said to him: "From now on, don't call me Uncle Shi."

A trace of confusion flashed in Ye Fei's eyes: "What's that called, Brother Meng?"

A blush slipped behind Meng Cang'er's back, his face was calm and unwavering, and he said: "Your father, my senior brother Fang Yesheng, and I are both direct disciples of Taoist Songshi of Qingjingmen. Now that Master has passed away for a long time, I will not accept disciples. Accepting apprentices on behalf of teachers, you can call me senior brother."

"Brother?"

Ye Fei was a little taken aback.

Where is this extra rule?In the original book, didn't Meng Cang accept Ye Ziying as his apprentice...

Could it be that his butterfly fanned the plot, causing the young man to look less good-looking than Ye Ziying, and this Yan Kong master despised him and refused to accept him?

Don't, he is much stronger than Ye Ziying, brother Meng, don't play tricks.

"I don't accept disciples."

Sensing Ye Fai's scorching gaze, Meng Cang could only explain.

Ye Fei didn't believe it.

He took advantage of Butler Lin to go out, pulled Meng Cang's sleeve, and dragged him out of the mourning hall rather presumptuously.

If this scene were placed in Yaoqing Qunshan, no matter if it was the disciples of Qingjingmen or Xiaoyaozong, they would be stunned.

Mr. Meng Hengliu, who had always been indifferent and cold, and whose cultivation was unpredictable, was dragged away by an ordinary boy who hadn't started training yet? ?

Moreover, without brushing him thousands of miles away with one sleeve, instead, he walked behind the other party indulgently, followed closely, with a helpless and doting smile on his face? ?

This is the illegitimate son of the head of the Qingjingmen!

Ye Fei pushed Meng Cang into his room, then "clicked" the door and locked it from the inside.

There were only two of them left in the room, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

Ye Fei pressed Meng Cang on the chair, condescendingly, and stared into his eyes with a serious face.

Meng Cang's perfect face, which seldom showed obvious expressions, gradually blushed under this unrelenting stare.

"Meng Cang, do you think I'm ugly?"

Ye Fai didn't bother to use the honorific title this time.

The ups and downs of Meng Cang's breathing can be heard in the young man's ears.

He tried to restore his previous calm demeanor, and opened his mouth and said, "No, the face below is also ordinary."

Unremarkable? ?

Ye Fei immediately thought of a picture:

Bai Gu was wearing a coarse cloth bunt, standing in front of a mischievous dragon suit, with his hands behind his back, he said: "The appearance below is also ordinary."

It's fine if you don't wink, but you, Meng Cang, a protagonist reserve with an online IQ, how can you have no idea of ​​your own beauty?

Does the mediocre in your mouth mean handsome and crack the sky?

No, it's impossible for the hero to tease him like this.

Ye Fei stared at Meng Cang fiercely again, trying to see some clues.

Finally, after staring at it for nearly a quarter of an hour, he saw a thin flesh-colored line near the other's neck.

Unknowingly, Ye Fei stretched out his hand and stroked Meng Cang's neck.

With the movement of his hands, the flush on Meng Cang's face almost condensed into water, and he pulled the boy's hand away with a hoarse voice: "...presumptuous."

That round of bright mirror lake moon fell into the lake at once, and completely dropped the peaceful heart lake into a gap, a big vortex.

Ye Fei laughed out loud as if he had suddenly realized.

No wonder, no wonder.

He withdrew his hand, and pretended to apologize to Meng Cang pitifully: "Just now I saw a mosquito lying on your neck, so I went to slap it. I really didn't mean to offend you, brother."

Meng Cang's expression froze for a moment, and then he blurted out: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't understand why the young man suddenly accepted the matter of accepting him as an apprentice on behalf of his teacher. It's always good to be willing to accept it.

As for those turbulent emotions, when they return to the Qingyao Mountains, facing the white snow and cold frosty wind, they will surely be defeated and calm down slowly.

While talking to him, Ye Fei looked at the human skin mask on his face.

This is naturally not ordinary, if not for the fact that his cultivation level is so much higher, he would not be able to see the real face behind the other party's mask at a glance.

So much so that, from the beginning to the end, one point is ignored, other people cannot ignore the mask and see the real face.

Therefore, Qingjing Meng Hengliu is famous for his talent, but he is not as good as Zhong Bieli, who has a wide network and is popular with the outside world.

Long Qinxin must not be able to see this terribly handsome face.

In later generations, Ling Yiqing had no backing, so naturally he couldn't have such a magic weapon to conceal his appearance from the beginning.

I don't know who put it on Meng Cang...

Even Zhong Bieli didn't notice it, maybe it wasn't the passing Taoist Songshi who had prepared for a rainy day.

It's just that he could have predicted that those wild bees and butterflies outside would never be counted. At the moment when Meng Cang was several hundred years old, there was still a family member waiting here.

Meng Cang pushed Ye Fei away like an electric shock, stood up straight, and flew away from the bedroom as if fleeing: "Tomorrow morning...see you tomorrow morning."

Because he walked in a hurry, Ye Fen locked the door again, and he jumped out of the window.

Ye Fei opened his sleeves, untied the thread of the world of mortals, without even looking at it, he ignited the evil fire of the nightmare, and burned it casually.

In his mind, Tiandao hurried out to speak: 【What are you doing? 】

Ye Fei: "I think, if you want him to go back with me, there is no need to seduce him with affection."

The main reason is that this physical hardware is really bad. After a few rounds, he no longer has confidence.

It is inevitable that the identity will be exposed when the main body goes into battle.

Tiandao was silent for a while, and deliberately deleted the scene where it had just seen that the red dust was half red, and said: [Then what are you going to do? 】

Ye Fei was full of confidence, and slapped the table with a slap: "Good brother, let's get stabbed in the ribs. I will work hard to worship Meng Cang, and now I have become senior brothers. This goal will definitely be achieved soon."

He saw it.

Meng Cang is a very thin-skinned, good old man who won't reject others.

As long as he saves the opponent a few times and pretends to be pitiful, Meng Cang will obediently go back with him.

In the house, Meng Cang, who didn't know that he was issued a good card, rarely sat in front of the bronze mirror and took a picture of his face.

Very good, still unremarkable.

Even, compared with the young man's delicate and soft face, his eyebrows and eyes were rough.

He suppressed the chaotic heartbeat just now.

In the future, besides taking care of my junior brother's stomach, I also need to take care of his vision.

The young man had stayed on a remote mountain for too long and hadn't seen many men before he felt that his face had some redeeming qualities.

Meng Cang could imagine the shocked expression on the boy's face when he took off the mask.

sure, cute...

No one, he coughed twice, forcibly withdrawing thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Back then, before he put on this mask, he was ready to spend his whole life in cultivation, not asking about personal affairs, not seeking the envy and amazement of others.

For hundreds of years, he has been calm, but now, contrary to his original intention, he has the idea of ​​showing his true colors to others.

No, not everyone, he had a faint feeling that he just wanted to show that boy alone...

Let him know that there are so many vulgar and vulgar fans in the world that it is not worth paying attention to and affection. If you don't practice meditation, no matter how beautiful the skin is, there will always be a day when the beauty will turn into bones.

The boy has agreed.

Meng Cang has one more junior from today.

He cultivates the way of ruthlessness, so it is difficult to pass on lessons to his disciples, and he is lonely and indifferent by nature. Whoever becomes his disciple will be in bad luck.

But he didn't accept Ye Fei as his apprentice, after much deliberation, he couldn't hide the truest thoughts in his heart no matter what.

You can hide it from the world, you can hide it from your teacher, you can hide it from Ye Fen, but you can't hide it from yourself alone.

If he accepts Ye Fei as his apprentice, he will definitely fulfill his responsibilities to the end and teach him all he has.

But he was adopted by Taoist Songshi since he was a child, and his master respected him, and he was also a master and a father. He respected his master as naturally as eating and breathing.

A teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime.

The word "Master" is too heavy after all.

Almost nodding his head, Meng Cang changed his tune and said, "I don't accept disciples."

He understood the fundamental reason why he didn't want to be Master Ye Fen.

This reason, in his more than [-] years of practice, seems to be an unprecedented transgression... shameful.

As long as he thinks of it, it is difficult to continue, and he can only flee in embarrassment.

Meng Cang is a decisive person.

When he started to hesitate, he could no longer leave this quagmire, and would sink into it forever.

Or, he was originally in a quagmire, and someone appeared and pulled him ashore, and he would never return.

Cracks appeared one after another in the century-old Dao Heart.

Maybe it will fall apart soon.

In order to stabilize his mind, Meng Cang bowed his head and silently recited the mantra of purifying the heart hundreds of times.

After reading it, I finally suppressed that ulterior thought to the bottom of my heart.

"Dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door.

Meng Cang got up to open the door, and when he saw the person outside, his body froze completely.

I saw Ye Fen hugging a thin cup, pouted her pink lips, and looked at him with sparkling eyes: "Senior brother, I'm afraid of ghosts, so I can't sleep, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Looking down from the large quilt he was holding in front of his chest, he saw the boy's light green obscene pants. Naturally, in summer, the obscene pants are not much thicker. They are thin and only reach the calf. The small ankles were exposed as they were.

In an instant, Meng Cang chanted the mantra of purifying the heart a hundred times with great effort just now, and the ulterior thoughts that he suppressed just now rushed to the apex of his heart like the first spring of spring water.

The author has something to say:

I want to make an apology to everyone. Today I planned to finish writing the section about abuse of the old boa constrictor.

The next chapter, the next chapter will definitely start a big battle.

Of course, the old boa constrictor is just a minion, everyone guess who is the real boss of this unit, hint, it is at the level of a god master.

Then, the boss is coming to send equipment and assists to Brother Meng.