A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Huanxi pushed open the dark pear-blossom door carved with a dragon, and he looked inside, but didn't see anything.So he turned around and walked out.

There has been no one coming to the hall for a long time, since the lord was captured, Zuo Wuyin had no way to persuade the crowd to enter the hall, and the demon cultivators below were fighting in a mess, none of them dared to be the top bird, the palace was empty for a long time.Only those of them who are not good enough to stay and sweep are still conscientiously guarding every day.

Huanxi thinks it's the best way to do this, it's best to keep it empty all the time, and don't let people come in, otherwise the world will be in chaos.

He is just a little demon cultivator under His Majesty's seat, with dull talent, he has just established his foundation, and he doesn't have much ambition. He just wants to guard this corner of the palace every day. After cleaning in the morning, he will go to the town to drink tea and walk the birds in the afternoon, and live a good life How happy.

Just as Huanxi took a step back, he put his fingertips on the brass door lock. Before the door was closed, he heard the sound of a teacup falling behind him, with a bang, which made his whole body tremble.

is it a ghost?

He just clearly remembered that he had just finished cleaning the room, and there was no one there.Why is there such a strange sound coming?

Could it be Zuo Wuyin?

No, it's been a long time since Zuo Wuyin was kicked out of Youling by some demon cultivators from several factions.

Thinking of this, Huanxi shuddered, and a layer of coldness suddenly appeared behind her.

Originally, this palace was usually quiet and deserted. Huanxi was born on the grave mound behind the mountain. Since she was a child, she had heard such strange sayings that a house that was empty for a long time would attract homeless wild ghosts to occupy it, and often created some strange things. Fragmentary and terrifying voices frightened the surrounding people so that they did not dare to approach.

Huanxi is timid, if not for the yin qi in his body, the fortune teller said that he would die early if he did not practice magic, and he would not stay in this legendary magic cave that eats people but does not spit out bones.

It's a pity that even if he is possessed by a demon, he is stupid and timid. He can't see him when His Majesty is there, and he is bullied by fellow practitioners so much that he is asked to clean the biggest bedroom when His Majesty is not around.

stab-

There was another ear-piercing crackling sound.

Huanxi was so frightened that her feet left the ground, that she might never be able to jump so high in her whole life.He covered his ears with his hands, lowered his head and said timidly, "Don't kill me! I'm just a sweeper!"

After he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became silent, and even the soft sound of dead leaves falling from the trees could be heard.

Huanxi raised her head tremblingly, thinking that this was the end of the matter.The carved dragon door in front of him suddenly trembled, as if something was about to push the door out.

He heard the sound of two pairs of footsteps. It seemed that the complicated clothes were rubbing together, making the sound of trembling in the wind.

Does the ghost still have footsteps?

Or two ghosts?

He looked up sharply.The dragon's eyes seemed to narrow for a moment, and he looked at him playfully, as if mocking his timidity.

The next second, the door was pushed open with a burst of force.The heavy door panel knocked directly on his forehead, he leaned back, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"Why is this broken door so hard to open?"

A man complained from inside the house, his tone was natural as if this was his home.

"I didn't expect my palace to be in disrepair for a long time, it's really disrespectful to me." The man complained, "Hey, Mrs. Feng, don't blame me."

"No wonder." The other voice sounded a little cold, but it was clearly a man's voice.

Immediately afterwards there was another sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and the door was half closed as if it would never be opened.

Sitting on the ground, Huanxi's mind went blank, thinking, so ghosts also broke their sleeves?

"Wait for me to open the door for a breath..." The door was pushed open, but the visitor suddenly fell silent.

It's over, it's over, I'm seen by a ghost, isn't it my life?

Closing her eyes happily, she suddenly remembered that her grandma once said that as long as you don't look at the ghost and hold your breath, it won't be able to find you.

"Huh?" Feng Ye stared at the blushing young man in front of him in bewilderment, and hesitantly pulled La Moqingmi's sleeve, "Did this guy commit suicide at the door of my bedroom?"

Mo Qingai cast a glance at the young man with his eyes tightly closed. The young man was wearing a servant's rough clothes, who should have been sweeping the courtyard.

He and Feng Yexi's clothes were almost torn into mourning clothes, so they went to his dormitory to change, but it was a little tight and not easy to move around.

"But no matter how hard you hold your breath, you won't die." Feng Ye said hesitantly, "Hey, little brat, what are you doing?"

Huanxi was a little nervous, he tentatively shook his eyelashes and looked out.

Standing in front of them were two men who looked like gods, so handsome and clean, they shouldn't be ghosts, they should be vixen.

Huanxi raised her head and looked up, just in time to meet Shang Fengye's scarlet eyes.

His legs went limp, and the courage he had just mustered up let out again, and he knelt down and begged for mercy, "Great Fox, please let me go! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Feng Ye:?

The young Mozun turned his head to look at Mo Qingai, and found that the opposite party also had such confused eyes.

"What are you doing? Why do you have to do such a great gift? I'm not an unreasonable person." Feng Ye shook his lips, "Get up."

Huanxi was so frightened that even though her legs were weak, she got up tremblingly.He stared down at the bluestone floor and the toes of his shoes, his back bent meekly.

"You don't recognize me?" Feng Ye raised his eyebrows.

With a happy and mournful face, "I don't know you, I'm just a sweeper in the yard."

"Oh, no wonder." Feng Ye paused, feeling that it was necessary to introduce himself to his staff, "My name is Feng Mingye, and I am the previous Demon Lord."

He looked at the boy's froze body, and added, "Oh, it's the previous demon king who was forced to step down, but this problem doesn't exist now, because I'm back again?"

After Huanxi heard this, she felt that she might as well have met a ghost. Everyone knew that Mozun was a cruel and unpredictable person, and rumors that he killed people were commonplace.

His legs that had just straightened up felt like they were going to go weak again, so he hurriedly supported the steps in front of the door and kowtowed to Feng Ye, fearing that the Mozun would bite his head off with one bite.

"Damn." Feng Ye, a good young man born in an equal society, had never seen this kind of battle before, and took a step back, "Am I that scary?"

He almost hit the wooden door at the back, and was supported by the man beside him.

"Get up for me." Feng Ye frowned, not realizing that his appearance and tone of command seemed extremely domineering.

Huanxi didn't dare to offend the Demon Lord, and tried to think about it, but failed after several attempts.

The corners of Feng Ye's eyes twitched, he lifted his robe and sat down on the steps, at least eye level with others.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Happiness... joy."

"...you don't look happy at all."

"The little one... the little one's surname is Bai, and his eldest name is Bai Huanxi."

What a nice name too.

Feng Ye and Mo Qingai looked at each other and said, "Okay, Xiaobai, look at me, let's discuss something."

Huanxi's neck got a stalk, her head seemed to be wound up, and she was forced to lift up by her willpower.

"My lord, please speak, the villain will definitely not hesitate!" His teeth were still shaking, but he suddenly became loyal.

"It's not that serious." Feng Ye squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I came back this time to catch traitors, so it's not convenient to show my face. When you clean up every day, bring some food. Don't tell others that I'm here."

Maybe it's because the frightening majesty in the legend is still there, Fengye has clearly put his attitude down, but in Huanxi's eyes, it looks like a threat, with the aura that if I leak my whereabouts, you will be separated immediately.

So Feng Ye saw that the person in front of him was even more frightened, like a frightened mouse, he nodded quickly, and Feng Ye scrambled away with a wave of his hand.

Feng Ye stared at Mo Qingai suspiciously, "Am I really that scary?"

"Cute." A slight smile appeared on the corners of Mo Qingai's lips, and he raised his hand to stroke his hair, because he was too lazy to tie Feng Ye's long hair loosely and fell behind him, a little rebellious, like a little lunatic.

"That means you can do this." Feng Ye muttered, then turned and went into the bedroom to discuss with Mo Qingai what to do next.

The current situation is very unfavorable to them, Qing Jun and Zuo Wuyin's move is extremely disgusting, not only let Feng Ye take the blame again, but also dragged Mo Qingai into the water.

It doesn't matter to Feng Ye, after all, the people who have been in the third life have already gotten used to it, but they just can't see Mo Qingai being slandered so out of thin air.

"According to Zuo Wuyin's insidious temperament, Qing Jun will never be left alone." Feng Ye kicked off the footstool and collapsed on the bed, "It's best to start with him."

"He doesn't look like someone who will show his secrets." Mo Qingai sat aside, her black eyes seemed to be filled with ice, "I have to find Qingjun's flaws."

"Even if his kind of holy white lotus is dead, he won't admit that he colluded with Moxiu." Feng Ye rolled his eyes, thinking of the guy in the dungeon leaning over to kiss him, he got goosebumps.

"Well." Mo Qingai said, "He will definitely not seek his own death, he must have destroyed the evidence long ago. But Zuo Wuyin may not be sure."

The man changed the subject and stared at Feng Yedao, "He likes power so much, then make a deal with him."

"You mean..." Feng Ye raised his head and looked back, his brow raised a subtle arc.

The next moment, he stood up and pinched the man's collar, his eyes widened, "You use my dowry for this kind of thing?"

"bride price?"

"Betrothal gift!" Feng Ye immediately changed his words.

Mo Qingai let the young man bite around his neck, but trembled when the other party held his Adam's apple in his mouth, raised his hand to pinch the back of his neck like catching a cat, and rubbed it.

"It's not for him, it's just for them to mess up their formation and do a dog-eat-dog stupid thing."

Feng Ye saw that Mo Qingai's eyes were getting darker, and he slowly smiled. No matter how the characters in the script were changed, the man's way of manipulating people's hearts was still perfect.

He moaned and chirped twice, and threw his whole body into Mo Qingai's arms, "I can do whatever, anyway, it's all for you."