Thank you villain for your favor [Transmigration Book]

The white halo on his body gradually dissipated, before Wen Yuhuan could see clearly what was around him, the hot breath in the air rushed towards his face.

When I opened my eyes, I saw lush vegetation all around, a gurgling stream in the distance, and moonlight filtering down through the gaps in the leaves bit by bit, reflecting mottled shadows.

It was supposed to be indescribably quiet, but Wen Yuhuan was wearing an extremely warm fox fur coat at this time, and when he fought here, sweat dripped from his hair into the back of his neck.

But what Wen Yuhuan cares most about is not these, but the faint devilish energy pouring into his nose at this moment.

If he guessed right... No, he must not be wrong!

This is the Demon World [Wen's White Eyes]

The anger in his heart shot up, Wen Yuhuan took off his heavy coat and threw it on the ground, making a muffled sound.

He was obviously cheated by the little Zhengtai of the system again.

That person just said that Mo Lianfeng was coming here to find the magic sword, and the system threw him here!

what is this? !!

Thousands of miles to send chrysanthemums?Bah, why is he always talking nonsense lately? !

Feeling irritable for no reason, Wen Yuhuan yelled angrily: "Little System, you're cheating on me again!"

He was so angry that he couldn't really beat the system up.Wen Yuhuan simply sat down on a boulder, ripped off his clothes without any image, and fanned the wind back and forth.

[Boom!People have said that the location is random, and besides, Mo Lianfeng is still on the road and has not yet arrived in the Demon Realm, hmph! ╭(╯^╰)╮】

Haven't been to the devil world yet? !

Wen Yuhuan stood up abruptly when he heard the words, grabbed the Qingyun sword that fell on the ground and was about to run away, but the injured Yujian Jue hadn't been used, and a strong demonic energy loomed in from the midair.

It was too late to run, Wen Yuhuan had no choice but to hide his figure, rolled on the spot and hid behind a huge tree that only three or four adults could hug to surround him.

A purple light suddenly flashed in the void, like a mirror cut through by a giant axe, strange and hideous.

A streak of silver and white slowly stepped out from the gap. Wen Yuhuan looked sideways, only to see the person with silver hair and white clothes standing there silently. In comparison, the nine-day moon is also slightly inferior .And half kneeling in front of him was a young man in black, with a single horn on his head, and looking at the saber at his waist, he was also a leader among the demons.

"Master, even if you come back a hundred times, that person will never show up again, please wake up!"

Facing the dissuasion of the young man in black, the silver-haired man ignored it at all.

The black-clothed young man's body became even deeper: "Master, please forgive me, how much have your injuries healed in the past three years? After all, if it wasn't for that person, how could you have fallen into such a situation? It was picked, but what about the wolf clan and the tiger clan? How many eyes are eager to salivate at the position of this demon venerable. You are not in the Ninth Layer Demon Realm to adjust your breath but go to the cold abyss. If you force the cold abyss to open, you can’t stand it Yes." The young man said, and the fist blowing on his side suddenly tightened: "It's not pleasant to say, that Shen Yunliu deserves it..."

A silver light flashed, and before the young man could finish speaking, his body was shot out, hit a tree beside him heavily, and then fell down.

The man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but still knelt tremblingly on the ground and didn't look up again.

Wen Yuhuan was a little confused at the moment.

Wait, according to this, this person is the Demon Lord of the Demon Race, his wife, Linqing?

Tsk tsk, killer from behind, this hair texture, this figure...really very graceful.

But...if it was true as the young man in black said, then Xiaoyao Zun would either have been wiped out at this time, or he was still trapped in the cold abyss.

It is said in the book that Hanyuan's barrier will only open once every 100 years, and it is only three years now.

Linqing turned his back to Wen Yuhuan, and said, "Both the Zhi clan and the hydra belong to the demon clan, and I should pay them in person. It is my fault that the Zhi clan betrayed the water, and it is also my fault that I misjudged that person. Qing has never owed others anything, and Shen Yunliu is no exception. When you open the cold abyss, it will be regarded as me repaying him, and there will be no relationship from now on."

Linqing's voice was faint, but with unquestionable firmness, like a cold awl piercing people's hearts.

Looking at Linqing's silver hair like a waterfall, Wen Yuhuan couldn't help but think, such a cold figure, such a cold person...

How on earth did he get along with a person like Xiaoyao Zun who doesn't like to be restrained and romantic?

How angry did he have to be before he and Mo Lianfeng could utter the stern roar that he and Mo Lianfeng had heard from the Liuyun Sword that day?

But if you don't care, you won't be so angry.

Think about that master with a flirtatious face at home...

Hey, what a crime.

The young man in black on the ground coughed for a while, but he still spoke again as if he was dying, and said: "But if you use the magic seal to open the barrier with your seriously injured body, then you will be doomed!"

There was dead silence around, but Lin Qing's silver hair was blown by the night wind and fell to his shoulder: "Zi Luo, based on my current words... I can't open the cold abyss anymore. I'm not stupid enough to die. Don't worry, I have already agreed with Mo Lianfeng that he will open the barrier. After all, Shen Yunliu is his master, and the magic sword is also in the depths of the cold abyss. The only way to break through the infinite realm that imprisoned Mo Shanhai is to become the master of the magic sword. "

The young man in black suddenly raised his head: "You...you want to hand over the magic seal?!"

Facing the pale-faced young man, Lin Qing just chuckled: "Even if I don't give it, Mo Lianfeng will come to grab it, no one can stop him. Besides, I think he is a talent... the most important thing Yes, I'm tired."

As Lin Qing spoke, he stretched out his palm, letting the breeze wind around his fingers, but in the end nothing was left behind: "Back then, if Master hadn't passed on the throne to me, I wouldn't have become this Demon Lord. I knew very well that I wasn't To be competent, I am not ruthless or strong enough, this is too deadly..."

Linqing's voice was mixed with a sense of desolation, but also a sense of relief, Wen Yuhuan couldn't help frowning.But the young man knelt down with a thud: "If you insist on doing this, then Zi Luo has nothing to say. Master, Zi Luo has followed you since childhood, and Zi Luo will go wherever you go. If you really want to leave , Zi Luo only begs you... Please, please take Zi Luo away!"

The young man began to kowtow as he spoke, Lin Qing just watched, watched... After a long silence, he said: "Zi Luo, hand over the magic seal... I will have nothing."

The young man suddenly laughed, as if it was Lin Qing who acquiesced to his request: "Zi Luo Zixiang follows the master, and asks for help to fulfill himself!"

Lin Qing didn't say anything more, just said: "Mo Lianfeng will be here tomorrow, you should start preparing."

"Then...you should go back quickly, it will be bad if you are encountered by the enemy."

As the young man spoke, he made a hole in the void, and Linqing didn't refuse again.The young man followed closely behind and walked in, and Wen Yuhuan was also unable to see his mistress from the beginning to the end.

After the two left, Wen Yuhuan came out from behind the tree.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Lin Qing's serious injury, the young man's cultivation level was not as high as his, so he should have been exposed.

It's just... Wen Yuhuan originally thought that Mo Lianfeng seized the magic sword just to show the villain's high energy.But it turned out that Mo Lianfeng was going to Hanyuan to grab the magic sword and save Mo Shanhai.

But if that's the case, where is Yaoji, Mo Lianfeng's biological mother who jumped off the cliff that day?

Or is she already...

But since Mo Zun had already handed over the magic seal to Mo Lianfeng, then Mo Jian would definitely choose Mo Lianfeng, there was no suspense about it.

Wen Yuhuan stood on the spot and thought for a moment, then he took his sword and headed south.

First, he wanted to avoid Mo Lianfeng.

Secondly, according to what Zhan Shu said, Wen Yuhuan also wanted to go south to find clues about Lin Yan'er, maybe he could find some information about Nan Lianchen's whereabouts.

Since Wen Yuhuan's cultivation had tripled, Wen Yuhuan had already arrived in Los Angeles before the afterglow disappeared the next day.

He first went to the pawn shop and pawned the fox fur coat he was wearing and the jade that he brought along from Mo Lianfeng.Unexpectedly, that kind of drama is very valuable, and Wen Yuhuan suddenly became a full-fledged rich and handsome man. He put the money in his pocket happily, and went to the most exclusive restaurant in Los Angeles to have a drink. .

Although he won't starve to death if he doesn't eat, Wen Yuhuan thinks that food is of great significance.In the past, we could not eat without money, but now we have money, why not eat? !

After eating and drinking enough, he happened to catch up with the temple fair. After wandering around, Wen Yuhuan went into an inn and asked for a room to stay temporarily, planning to go to inquire about the news tomorrow morning.

It was already late at night, Wen Yuhuan was undressing with him, but suddenly felt a murderous aura coming through the window.It was too late to say that, Wen Yuhuan turned sideways, and a hidden cross weapon rubbed against his face and slammed into the side cabinet fiercely.

Two men jumped in from the window, dressed in black but their faces were invisible.

Wen Yuhuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said coldly, "Who is here?"

The man in black smiled at Wen Yuhuan: "Please come with us, my lord."

Take a trip?Only fools will go.

Sensing that these two people are nothing but young people, and he can handle it easily, Wen Yuhuan couldn't help rolling his eyes.But just as he was about to make a move, there was a churn in his stomach, his feet went limp, and Wen Yuhuan just fell to the ground.

Damn, he was drugged? !

Wen Yuhuan never thought that he, a small cannon fodder, would be plotted against by others. Could it be that he was targeted and robbed in the pawnshop just now?

Do you want to be so unlucky? !

Before Wen Yuhuan could think about it any further, he felt his eyes go dark and he lost consciousness.

The moment he woke up, he felt dizzy and his limbs were weak. When he opened his eyes, Wen Yuhuan found himself in greater danger.

Because at this time, he found that he was actually locked on a bench, and he had to say that his mouth was blocked by a cloth ball when he moved, and Wen Yuhuan was sweating coldly because of the torture instruments used here.

Wait, aren't these people trying to rob money? !But to kill?

Wen Yuhuan couldn't help but struggled a bit. Just as he was about to release his spiritual power, there was the sound of the iron door being opened behind him.

"It's useless, you've already been given Hun Ling San by us, you'd better be honest with me!"

A man came up from behind and pulled the cloth out of Wen Yuhuan's mouth.

Wen Yuhuan sized up the unremarkable disciple in front of him, and said vigilantly: "Little brother, we have no grievances or enmity, why do you want to arrest me?"

The man smiled slightly, but it made people feel hairy: "Young master, don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a few questions, if you don't answer honestly..."

As the man said, his eyes fell on the various instruments of torture behind him, and Wen Yuhuan's face instantly turned pale.

A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, Wen Yuhuan knew he couldn't escape, so he said, "Just ask."

The man smiled coldly, and approached him and said, "Dare to ask... the young master is from Lianhuolou?"

Ok?

Wen Yuhuan was startled: "I'm not from Lianhuolou."

"Don't ask, his name is Lan Ying, he was Mo Lianfeng's former senior brother, and he is also Mo Lianfeng's best friend!"

Suddenly another man's voice came from outside the door, and Wen Yuhuan's eyelids trembled three times.

and many more!

What the hell is a good friend? !

This is gossip!

Absolute gossip!