Silly White Sweet Villain Transformation Plan[Transmigration Book]

When we reached the shark forest and butterfly sea, it was already night time.

The high-hanging crescent moon is half-hidden and half-obscured, and the stars are ups and downs on the endless night, just like the glass in the hands of a painter. With a few ups and downs, the life of all things is painted, and it is like an exquisite layout laid by a wise man. Foreshadowing.

"It is rumored that the Shark Forest and Butterfly Sea is a relic of the North Sea, unique in the world, and this scene may give us a glimpse."

The fireflies flickered, like broken stars falling into the cold river, jumping wantonly on the top of the mountain stream and forest. Fu Siqian's eyes showed wonder, he stopped his sword and stood, staring at the vast sky under his feet.

"In the world, there is a foreign race called Huanyuan, with wings born from bones, a human face and a scaled tail, living in the sea of ​​sharks and butterflies." The moonlight and fireflies complement each other, making Yan Junxing's face sparse and pale, like a side of still water trapped in a deep forest, showing almost Transparent jade color, "The Yuan Clan was destroyed in the battle of Changlan a hundred years ago, most of the shark forest and butterfly sea were destroyed, and now there is only an empty shell left."

He is a gentle and polite gentleman with a three-point smile on his lips. He always looks like spring water, but the sharpness is gone. The carved cloud jade fan opens and closes. nostalgia.

Fu Siqian took out a jade slip from the storage bracelet, recorded the scene in front of him, and said leisurely: "Even if it is an empty shell, it is also a very beautiful empty shell, third son—"

"Three Young Masters" is Yan Junxing's nickname in the public, and it has occupied the top spot in the comprehension world for many years. The female cultivator who admires him always likes to call him in a delicate and soft tone, which makes Yan Junxing avoid these three words. Hearing that, he almost fell off the sword.

The towering trees swayed in the night wind, and the pines rippled like arrows, forming a shadow.The wind is majestic, blowing the past into old dreams, and burying the strong wine called "Years".

Fu Siqian played with the jade slips in his hand, and a smile flashed across his eyes: "The third young master's words are sharp, do you have other opinions on the battle of Changlan?"

In the battle of Changlan, the comprehension world worked together to wipe out the war demon Xie Yan, and ushered in the heyday of the dynasty in the world.

Yan Junxing remained silent, his eyebrows opened and closed, and he changed into that incongruous look, and lightly threw out two words: "Don't dare."

"Third Young Master, with his kindness, even a person on the Billboard should be ashamed of himself." Fu Siqian raised his hand casually, his long and narrow eyes filled with slack.

There are many idlers in the cultivation world, and they like to make some messy rankings when they have nothing to do. The reason is full of strange things, and they are mostly for the purpose of ridicule.

Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable Fu Sigan, with a straight and solemn face, did some inhuman things.

Yan Jun got angry and flung his sleeves away.

Dark light escapes from the blade of the sword, leaving two afterimages of different colors in the air, one in front of one and one in the back. The farther and farther you go.

Invited by Wanlang Pavilion this time, the two set off from Wuji Mountain and have been flying with swords for several days.Wanlang Pavilion is located in Wugou City, flying over the sea of ​​sharks and butterflies, within a few breaths, you can see the Wugou Boundary Monument.

The world is ups and downs, and Wugou City alternates between decline and prosperity, but only this ancient boundary marker still maintains its original appearance.

When the two landed in front of the boundary marker, Yan Junxing lightly clasped his palms together, and a pale golden halo flowed out from his fingertips, forming a line, and slowly condensed into a sound transmission talisman in the air. This is the unique sound transmission talisman of Wanlang Pavilion── Cloud breaking mist talisman.

But after a while, a group of people came in a flying boat from the city, and a crisp voice came from the flying boat: "Wanlang Pavilion welcomes distinguished guests."

The visitors all wore crow-blue long gowns, lined up in groups, with imperial swords guarding the left and right sides of the flying boat. The leader was a woman, holding a pipa in her arms, flicking her fingertips lightly, only to hear echoes, and the flying boat landed firmly on the ground.

"What a big battle." Fu Siqian sighed, he had been here for a month, and he still couldn't get used to these bizarre novelties.

Fu Siqian is a book traveler. This is the world of the novel "Supreme God Lord".He happened to be reading this book before crossing over, and only missed the finale of the last chapter. The characters in the plot are still fresh in his memory.

There are two types of means of transportation for cultivators. The simple and light one is the Yujian, and the complicated but ostentatious one is the Flying Boat. Places like Wanlang Pavilion that have too much money to spend, naturally favor the Flying Boat.

At dusk, Fu Siqian hid in the night sky, watching the lights of thousands of houses below the city.

The banquet in Wanlang Pavilion was ready, and on the main seat was a thin and thin man with a pale face and wearing a fox fur. He coughed a few times when he saw the person coming, and forced his pale face to flush red: "Zhaoyuan Xianzun I came from a long way with Changling Immortal Venerable, and I hope that the Immortal Venerable will forgive me for my disappointment."

It is described in the original book that Yun Buwen was congenitally deficient, mentally weak and frail, and he was in charge of the Wanlang Pavilion with a sick bone. He was a character that should not be underestimated.

"Severely sick, with treacherous methods." Fu Siqian shook his head secretly. He liked smart people, but he didn't like dealing with such unpredictable people, so he simply shut up and let Yan Junxing and Yun Buwen break up.

The banquet was set on the top floor, with the sky covered and the floor covered. The night outside the building was like fog, without any stars, as if sinking into a marsh, and could only be illuminated by the surrounding candles.

Suddenly, the sky burst into flames, and a red long line spread among the stars. The blazing flames scattered the night dew, and the four people carried the sedan chair across the clouds.

Recently, the sedan chair passed by the sky above Wanlang Pavilion, revealing a little ice-blue clothes and long hair as jet-black as a crow's feather.

This must be a beauty.

Seeing that he was fascinated, Yun Buwen explained with a smile: "It's that one who is on a trip."

Fu Siqian raised his eyes: "Who?"

Yan Junxing solved his confusion: "The Demon Lord seals Zhiyuan."

Mozun Feng Zhiyuan...it turned out to be him, Fu Siqian's heart fluttered.

Feng Zhiyuan is the biggest villain of "Supreme God Lord". He beheaded the old demon king when he was young, and became famous in one battle. He cleared 31 gates of the demon world.

Most importantly, the Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable he was wearing died at the hands of Feng Zhiyuan.

Numerous fragments appeared in his mind in a trance, like a revolving lantern frame by frame, but before he could take a closer look, all the images disappeared.Immediately afterwards, a strange and treacherous tune sounded: "Husbands and things, all of them return to their roots, returning to their roots means tranquility, and tranquility means returning to life..."

"Oh!"

With a loud noise, everything receded like a tide, and the surroundings returned to silence.

"Zhaoyuan, what's wrong with you? You've been in a trance since you came out of Wanlang Pavilion."

The water-like night spread out, and the rustling breeze passed through the bamboo forest outside the courtyard. A man in a light green multi-layer gauze dress came stepping forward. He was holding a jade fan with carved bones and carved clouds on the fan surface, illuminated by the cold white moonlight. On his face, the most unusual thing is that pair of dark red pupils, revealing an indescribable coquettishness.

Taking a closer look, this person is Yan Junxing.

Fu Siqian raised his eyes, and smiled instead of answering: "You have good yin and yang eyes."

Yan Junxing: "..."

The courtyard was dilapidated, except for the two lanterns under the eaves, which were brand new and eye-catching. Suddenly, a sword light swept across, and one of the lanterns was cut open in the middle, and the candle was extinguished, and it went dark.

Fu Siqian pointed at the eaves, feeling quite emotional: "One red and one black, very similar to your pair of tricks."

"..."

Yan Junxing's forehead twitched, he gritted his teeth and turned away, he couldn't watch anymore, if he continued to watch, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would add some color to this human-looking face.

After coming out of Wanlang Pavilion, the two came to this place. This small village is located outside Wugou City. Since half a month ago, dense fog filled the village, and the villagers disappeared one after another.Yun Buwen wrote to Wuji Mountain this time because he wanted to invite them to come and investigate.

There was no one in the village. Fu Siqian made mudras with his hands, and a little red light swam on his fingertips, slowly turning into a small man the size of a palm.Countless golden threads of light extended from the mist, which is the guardian aura of this place. Fu Siqian led those golden threads to converge on the villain, and dyed him golden in a short while.

The short-armed and short-legged villain turned his head 360°, giggled and said, "The moonlight is so beautiful, let's share it with you."

Fu Siqian's face turned dark.

Yan Junxing laughed out loud: "Follow your mind and follow your master, Zhao Yuan, I never thought you'd be quite elegant...elegant."

Fu Siqian: "..."

You think I can't hear you want to say coquettish?

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Yan Junxing restrained his smile in good time, and poked the little golden figure hanging in the air: "Since you guard this place, do you know what happened in the village?"

The villain turned his head: "I don't know."

Yan Junxing asked again: "Are the villagers still alive?"

The villain turned his head again: "I don't know."

Yan Junxing asked, "Do you know where the people in the village are now?"

Before the villain was about to turn his head again, Fu Siqian snapped a golden light, fixed him in the air, and said in an impatient tone, "If you don't know, I'll kill you."

Yan Junxing shook his head helplessly: "If you don't know, you don't know. It's useless if you force him like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice as thin as a mosquito moaning, and he could even hear the speaker trembling: "I know."

Yan Junxing's calm expression cracked.

"Do you know what this is called?" Fu Sigan smiled dismissively, "This is called non-violent non-cooperation."

"..."

The slap in the face came too fast, and the always elegant Changling Immortal Venerable wanted to scold his mother at this time, who would have thought that this thing is still a bullying thing.

According to the guidance of the guardian spirit, the two walked forward in the mist. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.When the fog dissipated, the sky became bright, and a long street appeared out of thin air. The crowds were bustling, and there were endless hawkers along the street. It was a bustling town.

Fu Siqian backhanded the villain into his sleeve, and looked at the passers-by: "It seems that the missing villagers have been found."

"There are spiritual fluctuations here, it should be a fictional small world." Yan Junxing reached out and touched the passerby, wondering, "Is it an entity?"

Fu Siqian glanced across the long street, made a mistake with his fingertips, and snapped his fingers.

"..."

Yan Junxing: "?"

Fu Siqian put down his hand calmly: "It's not an entity, neither are they, nor are we."