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

When Feng Ye woke up, he found that he was lying on the haystack, the memory of last night was still blurred, and he vaguely felt that Mo Qingai had come.

When he got up, the black cloth from his eyes fell off, and the clothes on his body were also very dry. Someone cleaned him.

Feng Ye pulled out a piece of dry grass stuck in his hair, and called out the man's name. There was a dead silence in the dungeon, as if he was the only living person.

Mo Xiu half sat and half leaned against the corner of the wall, his scarlet eyes dimmed, staring at the mouse hole in the corner of the cell, thinking about the current situation.

Mo Qingai should have been detained. According to the custom of Jingxin sect to protect his shortcomings, Feng Ye would prefer that his boyfriend be taken to the interrogation hall above to be forced to confess his guilt and be given a lighter sentence, while he is waiting for the death penalty. I have the right to speak for the slightest clarification.

Mo Qingai wouldn't recognize his guilt, he was a Mahayana practitioner, even the Immortal Artifact Fumo Lock could not withstand him, so he would not be held to suffer such a dull loss at all.

Besides, Feng Ye firmly believed that he was still in prison, if it was not necessary, Mo Qingai would never go up with those old men alone.So during the period of his obsession and coma, something important must have happened, forcing Mo Qingai to go out.

Just as Feng Ye was thinking, there was a crisp sound of the bolt popping out in the darkness.

He raised his head, and a water-colored gown fell to the ground, and the visitor came in with a gust of breeze.

The back of Feng Ye's head went numb, and he secretly pinched his thigh with his fingertips so that he wouldn't make a sound out of nausea.

The person who came happened to be that handsome man.

This guy didn't know what he saw, his eyes were red and his face was pale. He really deserved to be a person cultivated in the courtyard where the lotus leaves are boundless in the sky.

"Feng Jun."

Feng Ye was convinced that he heard the man's sobs, he looked over expressionlessly, trying to keep his mental power out of reality, so as not to be attacked by unknown minds.

"Feng Jun...?" Seeing that Feng Ye was silent, Qing Jun panicked for a moment, and quickly yelled again, thinking in his heart that there is no solution to fate, no matter how Feng Ye is, it is impossible to hurt him.

Feng Ye bit the tip of his tongue, and smiled, "Qingjun, are you here?"

"Yeah." Qing Jun raised his eyes filled with sadness, he looked at Feng Ye, completely unaware of the other party's indifference under the cover of darkness, "Has Feng Jun been waiting for me?"

Feng Ye let out a cry, and seeing that Qingjun's expression was not good, he added, "Qingjun, why did you come to me?" He stared at the man in front of him with a weak willow and a strong face, wondering what kind of medicine this Bailian was selling in his mind.

"Master Wan Qian was stabbed." A line of tears suddenly flowed from his eyes, Qing Jun looked at Feng Ye, "Last night, he was stabbed in the left chest, and he is still unconscious. The head guard is guarding the mountain. No one can enter."

Feng Ye looked up, Wan Gan was assassinated?The news came out of nowhere, except for Feng Ye, who was slightly displeased with the old man, it seemed that no one had such a deep hatred, or that no one had such a cultivation base that could break the restriction of the elder Fengtou of the Meditation Sect to kill people!

unless……

He stared at Qingjun with sharp eyes, "It has nothing to do with me, who did it?"

"Yes..." Qing Jun was taken aback by Feng Ye's eyes, and it took him a while to realize that it wasn't aimed at him.

He paused, hesitated and said: "I only heard that the sword that was inserted into the chest of the master yesterday belonged to the Jingxin sect... I heard from the master from afar that it was right, it was..."

"What is it?" Feng Ye frowned.

"It's something from the Shadow Lake."

After Qingjun finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the prison, he stared at the thick black figure in the shadows, and pinched his plain fingertips into the palm of his hand.

People outside said that Feng Ye was having an affair with Mo Qingai, but Qing Jun didn't believe it, but he was very suspicious, so he had no choice but to come and try it himself.

He raised his heart high, comforting himself that there is no solution to his fate in this life, as long as he doesn't die, Feng Ye will be his pawn for the rest of his life.

"Mo Qingai?" There was a sneer from the shadows, and Feng Ye's red eyes slightly raised, "Ah, you say him."

Moxiu's tail dragged on for a long time, echoing in the empty underground, his tone was indifferent and mocking.

Qing Jun's lifted heart suddenly dropped, his fingertips were trembling in the wide sleeves, he was almost out of breath under the pressure of the Demon Lord.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Ye thought about something and clicked his tongue, "Why are you telling me these things? I don't care about them."

He cunningly left a gap at the end of the sentence, Qing Jun subconsciously thought that Feng Ye said that he only cared about himself, the tip of his nose turned red, and he looked like he was about to cry again.

Feng Ye lowered his eyes and stared at the mouse hole below seriously, but from Qingjun's perspective, he looked melancholy and sad.

"Qingjun, if you have something to say, just say it." Feng Ye pretended to sigh, "If you want anything, I will do my best to satisfy it."

"Feng Jun, I, I am really having a hard time in the Jingxin faction." Qing Jun choked, "Everyone pushes me to be a hero for exorcising demons, but you know that my heart is in great pain."

Feng Ye took a deep breath and let himself calm down to finish watching this bitter drama.

He hummed and said against his will, "I know."

"Feng Jun, you have treated me very well, but it's a pity that good and evil go the same way in the end." Qing Jun paused, and then slowly told the truth, "Many people in the ancient mirror scolded me behind my back for being unworthy to be a candidate for the head, thinking that I should be Zhixia Shan Fumo is suspicious, saying that I have colluded with Moxiu, I am in a difficult situation, so I beg you."

"Let me confess?" Feng Ye asked, "Is it okay to leave you alone and pretend not to know you?"

Qing Jun was full of guilt, nodded and said: "I betrayed you, Feng Jun."

"It's better like this." Feng Ye said, "When I was asking the crime, I pretended to kill you violently to avenge my capture, and you killed me with a sword, how about it?" He concealed the sneer at the corner of his lower lip, pretending gentle.

Qing Jun froze, the joy in his eyes was fleeting, he mourned, "Feng Jun, you are willing to do this for me."

"I voluntarily." Feng Ye's tone seemed to be full of honey, "Qingjun, you know that there are many things that you just need to say, and I'm willing to do it for you."

The cold wind slipped in through the ventilated skylight above his head, Feng Ye rubbed the ashes on his fingertips, got up and walked to the iron bars of the cell, stared at Qingjun with downcast eyes, and said slowly, "I know many things. "

Qing Jun choked, only to hear Feng Ye say, "You saved my life by the Chunshui River and all the chance encounters after that were planned early on."

Qingjun took a step back, and Moxiu grabbed his arm through the railing.

The coercion of the Mahayana period made him speechless for an instant, and he couldn't even move. This was the first time he was treated like this.

The chains on Feng Ye's body made a crisp sound, and he bewitched gently, "I won't hurt you, Qingjun, I can't hurt you."

The familiar tenderness made Qingjun calm down instantly, he put away his uncomfortable expression, and held Fengye's wrist back.

"Qingshaming can only have one person in a lifetime." Feng Ye said ambiguously to make the other party feel relieved.

Qingjun's lips trembled slightly, "Feng Jun, I'm sorry, I..."

"Hush." ​​Feng Ye interrupted him, "I thought clearly about abandoning Dao and becoming a demon, and I will not regret it."

He glanced at Qingjun's cowardly face, and said again, "Northwest Tong clan insults you, I'll kill him, and the cultivator of Longcheng accuses you of colluding with the devil, and I'll kill him. Just tell me all your grievances, I can settle it for you."

Qing Jun's face turned even paler, but seeing Feng Ye's calm expression, he just nodded and said guiltily, "I used you."

"You can use me however you want." Feng Ye's tone was full of tenderness, "Zuo Wuyin killed Wan Zhiyuan for you, and then blamed me, I will admit it."

Qingjun raised his head abruptly, but Feng Ye pulled his arm to him. Seeing Moxiu's approaching red eyes, his whole body trembled with fright.

"Don't be afraid, I'm willing." Feng Ye's cold fingertips slid across his shoulders, "You used my passion to become a demon, and you gave me a strong drug, which made me emotionally violent, and the blood flowed backward, causing the demons in the mortal world I am aware of the sharp increase in air and the frequent occurrence of natural disasters.”

Qingjun's legs were weak, and he just kept shaking his head in apology.

"Qingjun." Feng Ye sighed and said, "If you tell me the truth now, I will be willing to take the blame for you."

"What's the crime?" Qing Jun pursed his lips, his thoughts were completely disturbed by Feng Ye's words just now, it turned out that Mozun knew all along, and his petty thoughts and self-righteous use were so inappropriate in front of Feng Ye. worth mentioning!

"Rui Chuan, are you colluding with Zuo Wuyin to frame me?" Feng Ye looked expressionlessly at a corner in the darkness, and when he lowered his head to look at that handsome man, his gaze became gentle again.

The corners of Qingjun's lips trembled fiercely, and he looked up into Moxiu's bewitching magic pupils.

"I, I'm sorry, Feng Jun..." Qing Jun grabbed Feng Ye's wrist, "I'm obsessed with ghosts, but I didn't want to frame you, it was Zuo Wuyin who forced me, forced me to kill you!"

"He forced you." Feng Ye nodded, "I see."

"Yes, he forced me!" Qing Jun grabbed the steps Feng Ye handed over, and hurriedly said, "He threatened me with my reputation."

"How did you threaten?" Feng Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"...It was the time when Dongjiang exterminated demons." Qing Jun bit his lips and said, "Zuo Wuyin found out that I was in contact with you, Feng Jun. When he came to threaten me, he was bumped into by Wan Zhiyuan. He left evidence, and from then on he coerced me into doing things for him."

"Mount Zhixia subdues the demon, is it you who leaked the news of my being possessed by the demon?" Feng Ye asked.In the script, if it hadn't been for the full moon that day, the enchantment would have caused unbearable pain all over his body and greatly reduced his power. As a Mahayana demon cultivator, he would never have been caught by these people.

Qingjun lowered his head and acquiesced.

He paused, "Feng Jun, will you clear my name?"

"Yes, of course I will." Feng Ye said again, "Where is the photo pearl? I destroyed it for you."

Qing Jun's vigilance was completely relaxed due to the characteristic of love and life. He grabbed Feng Ye's sleeve in grievance, "I can't get in Master Wan Gan's residence."

"At Wangan's residence?" Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

Qing Jun's expression was extremely tangled, thinking that Feng Ye was going to take the blame on himself, and it would be great if he could destroy that photo pearl before he died, but his greed finally made him confess.

"On the day of Zhixia Mountain, Zuo Wuyin took advantage of the chaos to kill and replace Wan Gan." Qing Jun stumbled, "Master Wan Gan and Zuo Wuyin are both proficient in the art of puppet control, Zuo Wuyin took Wan Gan's The corpse was made into a shell, and I became a thousand thousand..."

After he finished speaking, the air suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Feng Ye let go of his shoulders and clapped his hands, as if trying to shake off the dust on his hands.

A playful smile flashed across his red eyes, and his demeanor suddenly became cold and hard from the affectionate one just now.

"Is that all?" Feng Ye asked.

"……Um."

Feng Ye leaned against the wall, staring coldly at the idiot who wanted to die in front of him.

Qing Jun heard the person in front of him snort and sneer, as if he finally realized that something was wrong, he turned his head abruptly.

24 long-burning candles were lit one after another, and the gray-black walls were sprayed with a layer of warm light.

Feng Ye was half hidden in the shadows and half illuminated by candlelight, looking very sinister.

He rubbed the ashes on his fingertips, his sharp eyes shot into the darkness around the corner.

"Have you heard everything? Come out when you hear it, I have dug up a lot of good news for you."