Thank you villain for your favor [Transmigration Book]

"Wake up, hello!"

Feeling a pair of hands slapping his side face, Wen Yuhuan slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a man with delicate features who looked about his age.

"Are you awake? Are you new here?"

Wen Yuhuan nodded, but he didn't feel a trace of spiritual power flow from the man, presumably he wasn't a monk.

There are ordinary people in this lotus fire building?

Wen Yuhuan was a little confused for a while: "Well, who is the young master?"

"I'm a disciple of the Wuqiu Sect, named Qinglin. I was captured by that devil a year ago. We will have to live in this room together from now on, how about you?"

Wen Yuhuan said: "My name is Han Wei, and I am the young master of the Hanshan School."

Qing Lin was slightly startled: "I said, why are you dressed so well? It turns out that you are the young master of the Hanshan School, no wonder." The man said, patted Wen Yuhuan on the shoulder, frowned and said, "Get up quickly and go to Luoyinglou, If you are late, you will be punished!"

"Luoyinglou? Hey..."

Wen Yuhuan got up after speaking, followed Qinglin out of the room, went down to the second floor, and passed through an arched door. Only then did Wen Yuhuan see a snow-covered building in the distance. A glazed lamp.

Qinglin walked eagerly, and Wen Yuhuan followed suit: "What is Luoyinglou doing in the middle of the night?"

Qing Lin gritted his teeth: "The place where the devil is having fun."

The corner of Wen Yuhuan's mouth twitched, and he said again: "Just now you said that you are a disciple of the Wuqiu Sect, but I heard that the ones who were arrested are all the chief disciples of the sect leaders."

"Yes, so what? After drinking a bowl of Hun Ling San, you will lose all your cultivation, and you have to beg for mercy every month and wait for that person to donate the antidote to save your life."

Hun Ling San?

Wen Yuhuan couldn't help but gasped when he heard the words.

Hunling San is a product of the Demon Realm, so it is a good thing for the Demon Race, but it is absolutely unacceptable for the disciples of the Immortal Cultivator.Because it will disrupt the spiritual flow in the monk's body, be infected with demonic energy, and then become unlucky, and the body will become weaker and weaker.

If there is no antidote, the pain will be felt once a month, which lasts about seven days, which is more accurate than a girl's aunt.

But this kind of thing, as long as it is not overdose, it can be recuperated slowly in the later stage, and the cultivation base will also slowly recover.

Presumably Mo Lianfeng used this thing to prevent them from escaping.

Wen Yuhuan looked at the other party, and then asked in a low voice: "Then...it is rumored that Mo Lianfeng is a male favorite, is it true?"

Qing Lin Wenrun's face turned pale in an instant, he shook his head, and said, "He won't touch it, but he will tell you to choose between the antidote and the broken sleeve..."

Wait, shit, what does this mean?

Big party?Sea and sky feast?Do you want to have such a heavy taste? !

Where did the crying who didn't even know what masturbation was back then? !

Qing Lin said again: "Today, the devil is very elegant. You must be cautious in your words and deeds here, and don't force yourself. You have to endure everything here, especially when you meet Zhan Shu, who is in charge. That guy has bad intentions. He is also a real Duanxiu, so his methods are extremely ruthless, and he has not swallowed Hunling Powder. I am serious, you must not provoke him, or you will suffer!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Wen Yuhuan quickly responded, lowered his head and followed Qing Lin upstairs.

In the main hall, the wooden coffee tables are arranged in two rows all the way to the door. There are three stacks of pastries on the coffee table, and there is also a pot of wine cups.

On the steps in the distance, the carved throne was covered with high-quality fur, and the wine vessel on the table must also be of the first-class quality. Several glazed lamps complemented each other, and the candlelight shone brightly, making the main hall brightly lit.

At this time, all the arrested disciples have already taken their seats one after another, and seat cards are placed on each seat.

Unfortunately, Wen Yuhuan's seat was the second one, which was quite close to the front seat.

"The landlord is here!"

A demon cultivator roared loudly, and when everyone saw Mo Lianfeng approaching, they quickly got up and clasped their fists.

Wen Yuhuan quickly followed suit, but his heart was like a thunderous drum.He didn't look up, he could only catch a glimpse of Mo Lianfeng's black boots and the gold silk robe embroidered with complicated patterns from the corner of his eye, which made Wen Yuhuan's eyes hurt for no reason.

Mo Lianfeng came at a leisurely pace, and then lay down on the seat casually.Only then did everyone dare to sit down, and the atmosphere at the scene was as if the head teacher was coming.

At least there are more than 30 people in this hall, and they are all dazed and dare not show their pride. Without their cultivation base, these people don't have the pride of being a chief disciple. It seems that everyone is quite cautious in their lives.

Only then did Wen Yuhuan dare to raise his eyes to look at Mo Lianfeng, but he saw a silver mask.

After three years, the overall feeling of Mo Lianfeng is completely different.Looking at it like this, Wen Yuhuan felt like he was looking at a complete stranger.

From Mo Lianfeng's body at this time, Wen Yuhuan could no longer find the slightest afterimage of that year.

Mo Lianfeng has grown a lot taller, at least half a head taller than him by visual inspection, with flowing black hair hanging loose, she looks lazy and extremely dangerous.

At this time, a slender figure slowly walked into the hall, holding a rapier.Ice blue double-breasted narrow-sleeved gown with white Tengyunxiang patterns embroidered on the skirt and cuffs.

This person is not very old.But his face was covered with a veil, for a moment Shang Hanyun thought he was a woman.

It seems that they should come to add to the fun.

Mo Lianfeng slightly adjusted her sitting posture, propped her chin with her right hand, and said playfully, "It's Zhanshu, the injury is healed?"

Mo Lianfeng's voice could no longer be called warm and moist, and the end of the sound was tuned up, making people panic for no reason.Mo Lianfeng's whole person seemed to give people an impenetrable sense of mystery, as lazy as a black snake preparing to hibernate, but with a highly poisonous body.

The man gave a slight salute: "Thank you for your concern, Zhan Shu was able to recover. Today Zhan Shu would like to present a sword dance to the host, and I hope the host will not dislike it."

"Oh, very good."

A string.

Someone twirled his fingertips lightly, and the soft and shallow sound of the piano was like the gurgling water.

With a sound, the man rose into the air with a tap of his toes, a blue sword flashed in his wide sleeve, and his wrist turned slightly, like a white dragon going out to sea.The sound of the zither became more and more intense, the figure was like a flash of lightning, the sword was shining, and the human and sword merged into one, the icy blue figure was like a swimming dragon.

Accompanied by the ups and downs of the sound of the zither, the figure sometimes flipped and sometimes stopped suddenly.The sword light flashed, and that trace of sword energy seemed to have a trace of desolation, which made people's hearts tremble.

Sometimes tactful like water, sometimes vigorous like a dragon.

After the song ended, his figure fell back to the original point.

"It's ugly!"

Mo Lianfeng seemed quite satisfied with the show, and finally raised her sleeves: "Come, give me a seat!"

Mo Lianfeng gave an order, and soon someone brought in a small coffee table, Zhan Shu put the sword away, and sat on the side.

Wen Yuhuan knocked on Zhanshu. This person should be about the same age as Mo Lianfeng, and he is not a demon cultivator. He looks like a member of the demon clan. His sword eyebrows and star eyes seem to be in the rebellious stage of the second year of middle school. A boy who puts others in his eyes.

Wen Yuhuan was about to take a sip of wine to suppress his shock, when Mo Lianfeng's deep voice fell: "I think this is the young master of the Hanshan School, right?"

Wen Yuhuan really did not expect that Mo Lianfeng would suddenly call his name. At this moment, he felt a sense of urgency when he was suddenly asked by the teacher to climb the blackboard to do math problems when he was in school. A sip of wine got stuck in his throat, and his heart ached. .

Wen Yuhuan got up slowly: "I'm... right, it's Han Wei."

Accidentally stuttered, Wen Yuhuan almost wanted to give himself two ears.

Do you want to be so useless? !

Mo Lianfeng sized Wen Yuhuan up and down, but Wen Yuhuan couldn't stand the gaze.

At this moment, a man outside the door suddenly came in, clasped his fists and said, "Master, the Hanshan faction gave you a gift, look..."

Wen Yuhuan was dumbfounded.

gift?

What gift?Why hasn't he heard of it? !

Mo Lianfeng glanced at Wen Yuhuan meaningfully, and tapped the table with his slender fingertips: "Oh? What did you give? Show it up for a look?"

"Yes!"

Several men responded and lifted five large boxes up from the door, and the people seated in the main hall looked up one after another.

After prying open the seal, the five large boxes of gold, silver, jade, rare and rare herbs appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and even Wen Yuhuan himself was dumbfounded.

The monks in the hall began to discuss in low voices, and Mo Lianfeng on the seat suddenly laughed out loud, and said teasingly, "These... are the dowry you brought from your husband's family, right?"

Wen Yuhuan: "..."

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