villain is a good guy

"you're awake……"

The breathless voice floated in the void.

He opened his eyes and moved his dry lips.

The voice continued to mutter weakly, as if he was tired of what he had to say, and the pronunciation of every word was very vague: "It's the ninth one, let's read "Strategy" first."

he:"……?"

He had a splitting headache, he didn't think about where the sound came from, but tried to move his hands and feet first.

The sound of the chains colliding came from the wrist, and then, the tingling pain rushed like a tide.

He took a deep breath, his fingers trembled slightly, and the iron chain was shaken like a beast's roar. The dull sound spread from near to far, rippling like water waves, and finally disappeared above his head.

puff.

A stone fell from the sky and hit the water, splashing countless icy sprays.

Even though his eyes were as dark as ink, he still guessed that he was imprisoned in a cave without light.

"Who am I? Where is this...and who are you?" he asked the voice.

"Close your eyes, and I'll pass the "Strategy" into your spiritual consciousness." The voice was similar to that of a terminally ill patient, waving in his ears intermittently.

He suppressed the discomfort, his eyes widened, and the dazzling white light was exploding at the end of his sight——

The quaint tome broke through the light, and it recorded the struggle history of a sword cultivator named Luo Yu.

Luo Yu lost her parents when she was young. In order to get revenge, she became a teacher under the disciple of Venerable Chengying of the Fushan School, but because of her extraordinary talent, she was hated by another apprentice of Venerable Chengying.

Another apprentice not only hindered him from taking revenge, but also tried to lure him into a demon.

Even in order to drive Luo Yu out of the Fushan School, he cooperated with Mo Zu from inside to outside.

Fortunately, Venerable Chengying stopped it in time and saved Luo Yu, avoiding a catastrophe.

…………

"Have you finished reading it?" A weak voice sounded at the right time, "After reading it, get ready."

"Prepare for what?" He didn't know why.

The voice didn't sound again, and the "Strategy" in front of him disappeared, replaced by a burning pain on the back of his right hand.

"I put the "Strategy" in your consciousness. When you want to read it, you can raise your right hand to check it at any time."

"Wait." Sensing the other party's thought of leaving, he asked quickly, "But I don't know who I am yet."

"...Your name is Yan Rongyi, and you are a swordsman."

"Yan Rongyi?" He twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked around: "Who are you?"

The black mist seemed to roll up, and after a while, a reply came from inside: "I am your guide in this world."

"Okay, guide." Yan Rongyi licked her dry lips, tasted the sweet smell of blood, "What do you mean by the ninth one you mentioned earlier?"

"The ninth is the ninth." The guide laughed strangely, and the black mist around him trembled.

"...You are the ninth person to wear into this body."

As soon as the words fell, the cave was filled with cloudy air and chilled to the bone.

But Yan Rongyi didn't move at all, and even yawned boredly.

The expected scene of Renxiu pissed off in fright did not appear, and the guide was confused: "Don't you want to know the fate of the eight traversers in front?"

"...you will tell me?"

The guide snorted coldly: "You didn't ask."

He had no choice but to ask extremely carelessly: "Where did the first eight traversers go?"

"He went where they were supposed to go." The guide's pretentious tone was accurate, pretending not to see Yan Rongyi's rolled eyes, and said to himself, "The previous traversers used this body to do something... …bad thing. You're here because of them."

"How bad is it?" Yan Rongyi thought of the story mentioned in "Strategy", and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

The guide fell into silence, and even the trembling black mist dissipated.

"are you still there?"

He was answered by a hollow echo.

The guide disappeared.

Yan Rong shook his arms unwillingly, trying to break free from the chain, but what responded to him was sharp pain from all limbs, like a needle prick.

He grunted and bit his lip.

Bang, bang, bang,

The chain hit the wall with a dull bang.

But soon, the sound of steady footsteps merged into loud noise.

The visitor had a profound cultivation base, a calm temperament, walked in a leisurely manner, and brought a handful of glimmers of light.

Yan Rongyi is like a moth that is attracted to light, her eyeballs involuntarily follow the dancing light and shadow.

"Are you awake?" The ball of light landed in front of him.

It turned out that it was not the lamp that was shining, but a bird locked in a golden cage.

This bird has khaki feathers, but the tail feathers are burning flames.

The firelight illuminated an indisputable face.

"Master asked me to pick you up." He spoke in a crisp, youthful voice, his fine hair covered his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his expression showed a bit of shyness, "Master has always favored you, this time you should... "

"Wang Shui, what are you talking about with this kind of person?" Suddenly, a harsh voice interrupted the boy.

It was a bird in a cage who spoke.

"Fuxi, don't talk to Senior Brother Yan like that." Wang Shui raised his arms and lifted the golden cage up, crackling sparks also scattered in all directions with his movements.

With the help of the faint light, Yan Rongyi could clearly see the snow-white robe on Wang Shui's body, and the complicated dark golden patterns on the cuffs of the robe corners.

His head began to ache, and memories that did not belong to him flooded in.

That was the customary attire of Fushan sect disciples.

Ordinary disciples wear blue robes with white patterns, while talented disciples wear white robes with bronzing patterns.

Wang Shui is obviously a highly talented disciple.

"Senior Brother Yan, don't blame Fuxi." Wang Shui finished teaching the bird in the cage, and looked at him sadly, "This time it is true that you did something wrong, and you have to be punished for this, so you can't blame others."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

He is a counterfeit with the body of "Yan Rongyi", and he dare not refute at all.

It's strange to say that he didn't have the memory before the trip, he only felt that he was not from this world.Presumably, it was the hands and feet of the guide who appeared earlier.

Wang Shui put the golden silk cage on the ground, opened the cage door, turned around and smiled apologetically at Yan Rongyi: "Senior brother Yan, what locks you is the dragon-binding lock, and it takes a bit of effort to open it."

The young man's eyebrows are picturesque, his voice is like a spring, Yan Rongyi's eyes fluttered, and she nodded uncontrollably: "With a beauty by your side, why should I be afraid of pain?"

Wang Shui's face was slightly drunk, and he stared at him with anger and resentment.

Seeing this, the bird named Fuxi flew into the air with a strange quacking sound: "Yan Rongyi, you are still so stubborn!"

Yan Rongyi: "...?" What happened to him?

Fuxi flapped her wings angrily, and sparks fell like raindrops: "Have you forgotten that you were called Wangshui beauty and were punished by the master to kneel?"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi coughed lightly, looked away guiltily, and thought, the unknown number of traversers with this body is likely to be like him, running the train with his mouth full.

"You are really, really... unreasonable!" Fuxi's poor vocabulary could not express her inner anger, so she simply flew to the end of the chain, grabbed the iron lock with her claws and shook it desperately.

Yan Rongyi's smile froze instantly.

"Fuxi!" Wang Shui exclaimed, he raised his flying sword, soared into the air, and hugged the angry bird in his arms, "The Dragon Binding Lock locked Brother Yan's pipa bone, if you make such a fuss, he will hurt !"

"It's good to be in pain!" Fuxi struggled in Wangshui's arms, but the splashing sparks didn't hurt him at all, and the strength under his claws was also withdrawn, "If he doesn't suffer, can he have a long memory?"

"Senior Brother Yan is just... just a little special."

"Something special?" Fuxi sneered.As a creature that doesn't look like a bird or a sparrow, it would even sneer: "To be able to collude with those guys, isn't he just 'somewhat special'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Wang Shui swayed because of his words, and almost fell off the flying sword, he immediately glared at Yan Rongyi with hatred.

Yan Rongyi, who was locked on the dragon-binding lock, had a toothache.

He didn't understand what Wang Shui and Fu Xi were saying, but he also knew that they were arguing for him, even if he was a fake, he had to say: "It hurts so much."

There was no light just now, Yan Rongyi didn't know where she was hurt, but felt that there was no pain anywhere in her body.

Now, looking at the light from Fuxi's tail, his scalp was numb with fright: in addition to the iron chains that tied his limbs, there were also two wrist-thick iron chains that passed through his lute bone, and the rusty lock ring was deeply embedded in his body. sunken in the flesh.

Probably because he had been imprisoned for too long, the flesh and the iron chains were inseparable, and the pus stained the robe into dried blood.

"Ah, Senior Brother Yan, I'll rescue you right now!" Wang Shui regained his composure, pulled himself together, stepped on the sword and flew to the top of the cave. After a while, the six iron chains suddenly started to vibrate at the same time.

And Yan Rongyi, who was trapped in the dragon-binding lock, screamed out, and there was a deafening hum in her ears, and at a certain moment, she fell into a terrifying silence.

He heard the iron chain swimming through the flesh and blood, like a sharp knife piercing a blood vessel, cutting off the flesh, coming out in tatters with sweet blood, and finally swimming into the cave like a snake, disappearing into the darkness.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Wang Shui stepped on his sword and swooped down, hurriedly holding Yan Rongyi's arm, for fear that he would fall.

The bird named Fuxi also grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Yan Rongyi's back was dripping with cold sweat, the color on his face had faded, and he was still in the mood to observe Wang Shui's appearance up close: "What a little beauty—"

In the middle of the sentence, Fuxi set the blood-stained clothes on fire with his tail: "Yan Rongyi, you are so fucking shameless!"

Yan Rongyi was so weak at the moment that she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers, she looked at the sparks on the corner of her clothes with a dark face: "You..."

"What me?" Fuxi raised his wings, and extinguished the sparks on his robe two or three times, "You deserve it! Why did you always bully me in the past? Feng Shui turns, you know it's scary, right?"

"Fuxi." Wang Shui, who was supporting Yan Rongyi, sighed softly, "Senior brother Yan has been imprisoned in Siguoya for ten years and lost all his cultivation, so don't be angry with him."

Hearing this, Yan Rongyi leaned on Wang Shui's shoulder and echoed weakly: "Yeah, I'm dying soon...Did Wang Shui just say that? Master wants to see me, if I don't see him, I will be punished by you." Burn to death, do you think Master will be angry?"

Fuxi was about to die of anger: "Yan Rongyi, you are a despicable and shameless villain! Every time you use the master as a shield, you... What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into the master? You have done so many wrong things , Master still refuses to drive you out of the Fushan School...it's just ridiculous!"

Birds with fried feathers flew around them, Yan Rong listened to Fu Xi's complaint absently, looked at the cave wall from the corner of his eye, and found that it was engraved with complicated formations.

Wangshui said that this place is Siguoya, so these formations must not be good things.

Yan Rongyi couldn't help raising her arm, before her pale fingertips touched the wall, Wang Shui held her down.

"Senior Brother Yan, don't touch it." Wang Shui's voice was filled with painful tremors, "You...you will get hurt."

Yan Rongyi was stunned, her eyes fell on her held hand - there was a bloody lotus with delicate patterns.

He counted nine petals, each piece weeping blood, filled with ominous omens.

"Because of this?" Yan Rongyi raised her arms.

Wang Shui looked away, choked up, "Mmm."

He couldn't see the beauty weeping, he was full of pity, and jokingly approached with a shy face: "Oh, this lotus is written in my hands, not in yours, why are you so sad?"

Hearing this, Wang Shui lowered his eyes, and help Yan Rongyi go forward sullenly.

The empty cave seemed to have no end, and Wang Shui's voice was tinged with loneliness: "Brother Yan, don't joke with me anymore. When you see Master later, you first admit your mistake, and then ask him to save you!" Life... wait for everything, if you don't want to see that person again, I will accompany you on a trip! Wherever you want to go, I will accompany you. The world is big, why should Senior Brother Yan be obsessed with someone you can't ask for?"

After a long speech, Yan Rongyi stared at him, and agreed with all his mouth: "Okay, okay."

In fact, he didn't even know what Wang Shui was talking about.

The "Strategy" given by the guide is too general, except for the Fushan School and Venerable Chengying, only the protagonist Luo Yu has a name.

As for Wangshui and Fuxi who appeared in front of him now... there are only a few hundred words, where is it mentioned?

Perhaps turning the "Strategy" back a few pages, there are other things, but Yan Rongyi glanced at Wangshui who was close at hand, and didn't have the nerve to raise her right hand to look directly.

He changed his posture, shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, and said without words: "Don't you think I'm different from before?"

Yan Rongyi just said casually, unexpectedly, Wang Shui and Fu Xiqi froze, and then clamped him from left to right, vigilant as if he was going to run away in a second.

Yan Yiyi frowned: "What's wrong?"

Fuxi fluttered her wings and said sarcastically, "You still have the nerve to ask?"

Yan Rongyi: "...?"

"It's the dog who can't change what to eat, you really are a bastard!" His silence angered Fuxi, the bird fluttered in mid-air, and its hot feathers fluttered around, "You are shameless!"

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Yan Rongyi felt that it was a miracle that her poor acting skills had survived until now, so she simply gave up the treatment: "Actually, I have amnesia, and I have forgotten all the things I have done to you before."

Fuxi: "Tsk."

Yan Rongyi: "Really."

Fuxi: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Yan Rongyi: "?"

Fu Xi screamed: "This is the ninth time you have told me that you have amnesia, idiot!"

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Damn, I made a mistake.

It turned out that all the brothers who traveled through time did not want to act.

But Yan Rongyi still wanted to argue with reason: "Really, I didn't lie to you. I don't remember anything. If you don't believe me, you can ask me other things. I will never know anything."

Hearing this, Fuxi narrowed her yellow eyes and moved her small head in front of him: "Oh."

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Fuxi: "You lied to me the same way the first eight times."

Yan Rongyi choked speechlessly: "..."

"Did I see it through?" Fuxi stuffed his head into the feathers, triumphantly.

... No, what's wrong with the previous traversers? ? ?

Yan Rongyi didn't dare to utter the slander, he stretched out his fingers in pain, and swore to the sky: "I really lost my memory, I don't even remember your names."

Fuxi said coldly: "Okay, then I will test you, if you can't answer, I will believe you, how about it?"

Yan Rongyi excitedly said: "Come, come."

Fuxi: "What did you call me when you first met me?"

Yan Rongyi didn't know what nickname the previous traversers gave Fuxi. He stared at the bird with fried feathers and said nonsense, "Golden Feather Chicken?"

The breeze blew, and a few beautiful feathers fell slowly.

The flame on Fuxi's tail exploded suddenly, and then an angry roar came from the cave: "Golden Feather Chicken, your uncle!!! Yan Rongyi, how dare you say that you have amnesia? If I believe you again, I will be a pig! !!"

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