The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

What Jiang Mian was wearing today was just an ordinary inner disciple's uniform. The slim black robe outlined his slim waist and legs, making him look even more out of place.

The ink-like black hair was randomly tied up by a delicate white jade hairpin, the beautiful amber eyes were shining and moist, and the fair cheeks were slightly red, which was covered by a few strands of blue hair hanging down the side of the face. The wind swayed gently, and the crimson was looming.

Unarmed, without the slightest demonic temperament.

No one expected that Jiang Mian would react like this.

Yan Wugui, who was secretly watching, almost spit out the spirit wine he had just drunk.

In the past few days, Jiang Mian has been very kind to him, even very gentle and considerate from time to time, making Yan Wugui almost forget how weird this ancestor is.

Yan Zibu was startled when he heard that, and then said coldly with disgust on his face: "Threatening me? I don't believe that His Majesty will bury the future of the demon world here just to protect a furnace."

"Well, you're right, but... Could it be that senior brother is deliberately trying to attract His Majesty's attention, so he treats me like this?" After Jiang Mian finished speaking, she suddenly stepped towards him with an innocent look on her face, "The chief disciple's reward , I don’t need a small cauldron, I just give it to you. Brother, why are you angry with me?”

It seemed that he didn't bother to talk to Jiang Mian anymore, he sneered a few times, raised his skinny fingertips, and pointed at Jiang Mian: "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, the ghost king with blood-red eyes in the summoning banner was released instantly.

The bone-chilling black air suddenly poured out, rushing to the surroundings like flowing water, as if it would be dragged into the abyss by evil spirits and ghosts if it was even half contaminated.

But when the ghost king rushed towards Jiang Mian at a speed like breaking the wind, things went beyond what he had expected.

Because Jiang Mian looked up at it lightly, and curled the corners of her lips.

The ferocious grieving ghost suddenly stopped on the spot, trembling and howling heart-piercingly as if seeing something extremely terrifying, and even wanted to escape from the control of the spirit-calling banner desperately.

Yan Bu Huan was shocked, but his face remained unchanged, he poured strong spiritual power into the banner, gritted his teeth and ordered: "Go!"

Hundreds of wronged souls were released suddenly, like a black whirlwind sweeping over, with overwhelming momentum, but they dared not approach Jiang Mian's side.Jiang Mian also acted as if he hadn't seen him, and was still walking towards him step by step.

He was as casual as if he was walking on the martial arts stage, but in an instant, the distance between himself and Yan Bu Hui was shortened.

It was wrong to say nothing, and subconsciously wanted to move away, but Jiang Mian approached so fast that it was almost hard to react.

This is the effect of shrinking the ground into an inch and reaching home, nothing more.

"I heard that soul cultivators don't deliberately train their bodies like blood cultivators, and their melee skills are extremely weak, right?" Jiang Mian bent her lips to look at the skinny senior brother, and even asked a little more leisurely.

"..."

Before he could reply, Jiang Mian suddenly took off the ring in his hand, and the light blue and soft spiritual power quietly climbed onto the slender white fingertips.

He raised his hand with a smile on his face, and sent his senior brother flying tens of feet away with one punch.

Yan Buhuan was shot directly at the edge of the martial arts stage, flew past the scattered crowd, fell to the ground, and rubbed with sparks for dozens of meters before gradually stopping.

His whole body was covered with a thin layer of ice, his nose was crooked, and even the soul-calling flag was frozen to pieces.

But those ghosts and ghosts, under Jiang Mian's unwavering gaze, burrowed back into the holed magic weapon obediently.

"Jiang Mian - win!"

The referee announced the result with a blank face, and his eyes were faintly appreciative.

The disciples watching the game were more and more dazed, and hurriedly shouted "Congratulations, chief" along with the crowd, but only said nothing, lying on the spot in a daze, struggling to take back the magic weapon that he had sacrificed for decades.

Jiang Mian glanced at him lightly, and didn't say anything cruel, but smiled shyly, "Leave the God of Transformation Pill to senior brother, I really don't need it."

After all, Mozun's little pet will not lack cultivation resources.

But afterwards, the soul cultivator came to apologize honestly, and stopped Jiang Mian before returning to the Demon Palace.

He seemed to have been severely beaten by his own peak master, and he was not allowed to heal him.His skin was blue and his face was swollen, he walked with a limp, and his already broken nasal bone became even more crooked.

"I'm sorry... Chief, I shouldn't have said that about you before," Yan Buhuan's arms were still covered with chills, trembling from time to time, but his expression was serious, "You are much stronger than me. Maybe others can't see it, but Your control and understanding of spiritual power is clearly far above mine. This defeat is very meaningful for me to break through in the future, and I am not worthy of taking that God Transformation Pill."

"Don't worry, I won't hold grudges, I'm comfortable beating you once," Jiang Mian smiled, her expression was quite harmless and innocent, "And you're right, I'm your lord's little pet. If God doesn’t spoil me, I’m nothing.”

He choked on hearing the words, and said in a hoarse voice for a long time: "...I believe in His Majesty's vision, it was just that I was bewildered and unwilling. Chief, you should be a good seed for cultivating demons, so leave."

He handed the precious Transformation God Pill to Jiang Mian, bowed and said "sorry" again, turned his head and limped away on foot.

And Yan Wugui couldn't bear to hear it, but he couldn't stand to jump out and interrupt directly, and waited until the soul cultivator walked away, then he waved Jiang Mian back to the magic palace with a wave of his sleeve.

Before Jiang Mian could put away the Huashen Pill, she landed on Yan Wugui's lap with a dazed expression on her face, and her waist was clasped tightly.

"Master, what's the matter?" He leaned down and said innocently.

"You know very well that this seat would not treat you like this." Yan Wugui pinched his chin and said softly.

Jiang Mian was still acting, and said pitifully, "If you don't like him because of his old age, then I will naturally fall out of favor..."

Yan Wugui's heart was blocked, and he was a little fierce: "Why do you always like to create such inexplicable misunderstandings? Being a pet, is this a very interesting and glamorous thing to say? You really don't care what others think of you?"

"Master, you don't care what other people think of you, why should I care? The most important thing in this demon world is reputation. What am I afraid of? It's only interesting if people misunderstand you." He turned his head and kissed Yan Wugui's fingertips, "Besides, now everyone thinks you've bullied me to the core, isn't it good?"

A light kiss made Yan Wugui's face inexplicably hot, he quickly withdrew his hand and said in a muffled voice, "What's so good about it?"

"It's better than everyone knows that I bullied you until you were blushing all day long..." Jiang Mian finished speaking meaningfully, but suddenly his voice changed, and his eyes looked a little dangerous, "And Yan Wugui, I If you don't want others to see this side of you, I will keep it private, can't you?"

"Cough... okay, why not," Yan Wugui's momentum faded, he cleared his throat with difficulty, hesitated for a long time but couldn't help asking, "Mianmian, what have you experienced to be so distorted?" Temperament? Huh?"

"Master wronged me, now I don't cry or make noise, I'm obviously very obedient, what's wrong with it." Jiang Mian retorted confidently.

Yan Wugui: "..."

He didn't dare to say it, but isn't it obvious!

And Jiang Mian refused to let go, and puffed up his face: "Quickly tell me, am I good or not?"

"Good." Yan Wugui said helplessly.

"Then am I your little pet?"

"……Yes."

Yan Wugui couldn't understand Jiang Mian's state of mind, but what else could he do.

Anyway, if he answered Jiang Mian's intentions, he would not be at a disadvantage.

But for some reason, every time Jiang Mian said that he was a little pet Xiaoluding, he was more uncomfortable than Jiang Mian.

It just doesn't feel right.

In the demon world, many people are paying attention to the new generation of monks in the demon palace, and since Jiang Mian won the position of chief, he will of course be brought out for analysis and discussion.

How Jiang Mian frightened the ghost king away, no one can see for the time being, after all, the disciples of the Demon Palace are all in the dark... But that frost-covered punch does not have any magic weapon bonus, and its power is obvious.

This can show that Jiang Mian's foundation is extremely stable, his spiritual power is strong, and the exercises he cultivated may be of excellent grade. More importantly, he must be successful in physical training.Of course, that last point is an absolute misunderstanding.

As for why Jiang Mian's fighting power is so strong, some people have come to a conclusion early.

Because he belongs to the furnace of the Demon Lord.

The only function of the so-called furnace tripod is to supply people with supplements.

And Yan Wugui's cultivation base is extremely high, ordinary furnaces are meaningless to him.

Then Yan Wugui used external force to make Jiang Mian's cultivation rapidly improve, so that he would not die unexpectedly, and it would be reasonable to enjoy the supplements slowly after the cultivation is complete.

Jiang Mian, the one who enjoys it, is the poor person.

But what the truth is, only Jiang Mian and Yan Wugui know.

Although this kind of statement can indeed explain Jiang Mian's abnormal strength, Yan Wugui still couldn't hold back when he occasionally swept through the demon world with his spiritual sense, and killed a few guys who talked nonsense and blatantly speculated about the bed.

He did it secretly without telling Jiang Mian.

He is not guilty.

After all, before the Demon World Competition started, Jiang Mian had been practicing and leveling up peacefully, and did not forget to supervise Yan Wugui to sleep well.

Really well behaved.

It wasn't until Jiang Mian quickly broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage that Yan Wugui felt a little headache.

He was afraid that he could not teach Jiang Mian well.

Originally, Yan Wugui had prepared spells and magic tools step by step, but Jiang Mian was not used to using complicated methods, and the speed of advancement was too fast. Before he had finished learning the things in the foundation building stage, he had already reached Yuanying in a blink of an eye.Can be said to be caught off guard.

Jiang Mian seems to only like to practice condensing water into ice, making sharp weapons of various shapes, and then smashing them out with great strength, that's enough...

Yan Wugui doesn't know, it's just because Jiang Mian's force value is a bit beyond the standard, especially in a small world without supernatural powers, most people will be easily beaten by him, so Jiang Mian doesn't often use more fancy things.

But since Jiang Mian is good at simplifying things, Yan Wugui also has something to teach him.

For example, the Nascent Soul is out of the body.

This should be something that Yuanying can only do in the later stage, but Jiang Mian just wanted to try a little bit, and the water-blue Yuanying jumped out easily.

It was a chubby juvenile version of Jiang Mian, with a slightly fluffy figure, a little baby fat face, short hands and short legs, sweet and cute.

He still couldn't speak, so he took a few unsteady steps, turned around and jumped into Yan Wugui's arms and bit his sleeve, but he didn't bite, and his tears were tearing up.

Yan Wugui's expression became inexplicably serious, he took a deep breath, and then carefully placed his hand on his head, rubbing it gently as if stroking a feather to comfort him.

Jiang Mian had never seen him treat anything so lightly.

"Master, do you like it?" Jiang Mian couldn't help bending her eyes.

"like."

This time, Yan Wugui was very honest.

Because he really likes this young version of Jiang Mian, it's so obedient and cute, the little face is lightly rubbed against his fingers, it's cold, and it won't bully others badly... It makes him a little obsessed.

"Master, Master, I want to play with you too!" Jiang Mian sneered.

"……it is good."

Yan Wugui's Nascent Soul is somewhat unique.

Not as cute as Xiao Jiangmian, but a scaled-down version of an adult Yan Wugui, with a larger figure, silver hair and red eyes, and cold eyes.

"Why can you have color?!" Jiang Mian was shocked.

Xiao Yan Wugui's face froze, and he said coldly: "That's something that can only be understood during the fusion period. When the Tao and the soul are fused together, the Nascent Soul and the body become one, and they will never be separated from each other. I have already It's not the baby state, but his primordial spirit, which has completely become a part of Yan Wugui's cultivation."

"Then what should I do?" Jiang Mian's heart melted, she picked up Xiao Yan Wugui, rubbed his cold face and said softly, "Baby, teach me."

"What baby!"

"It's the baby~" Jiang Mian lowered her head and kissed Xiao Yan Wugui forcefully.

Yan Wugui's face turned red, and he quickly took Yuanshen back regardless of Jiang Mian's protest.

"Master, you are really stingy."

"...Jiang Mian, do you want to learn it?"

"It's so fierce," Jiang Mian couldn't help laughing, "Why don't I listen obediently."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Yan Wugui finally calmed down, held Jiang Mian in his arms and lectured seriously.

"There is a big hurdle between the stage of transformation and the stage of integration, which is to return to the original. This seat was restricted back then, so I could only choose the most stupid way, and lived a mortal life in the mortal world for decades."

Jiang Mian nodded half-understood: "Then you didn't marry a wife and have children in the mortal world, did you?"

"Of course not," Yan Wugui knocked on his forehead, and recalled, "At that time, I closed my spiritual power, pretended to be a scholar who had failed for many years, opened a small bookstore, and wrote poems and compositions every day. Make a living by selling story books."

"I sit in front of the book stall every day, practicing calligraphy and selling books day after day, watching the neighbors around me die one after another, their children also start from babbling toddler, gradually grow up, experience weddings and funerals, birth, old age, sickness and death …Until I am really old and can’t walk anymore, there are still many juniors who take the initiative to help set up a shop for me to retire to the end of my life.”

"It sounds like a very warm day." Jiang Mian said seriously.

"Indeed, I have been obsessed with that false life unknowingly. I have never thought about cultivation for decades, and even almost forgot how to pick up a sword. Before I died, I just woke up and thought of myself. Who is it?"

"and then?"

"Maybe different monks have different perceptions, but what I understand is quite simple... There is a sword in my heart, and everything can be a sword, that's all. In that old shell, I struggled to take a With a tattered writing brush, without any spiritual power, he cut his own coffin in half, successfully broke through the restriction, and entered the fusion stage. You know what happened next."

Recalling these long-term events, Yan Wugui didn't seem to regret much in his speech.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Mian who heard it uncomfortable: "...Yan Wugui, you are a very talented person, you should be born to practice swords."

"That's all in the past. Even if I joined an orthodox sect, claiming to be a righteous man, saving lives and helping the wounded and doing chivalry, will I be able to achieve my current cultivation level? Maybe I will be assassinated and killed." If you don't know it, you can't learn such a deep-seated lesson. Compared with regret, now I just feel that everything is just right."

"Just right?" Jiang Mian was taken aback.

"...If I hadn't become a Demon Lord and done those stupid things, I probably wouldn't be able to meet you now." Saying this, Yan Wugui felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, if you say that, it's really just right." Jiang Mian slightly bent her eyes, "Then Master, what is your Dao now?"

"All things are born and restrained by each other, and all things are born and died together."

"The you in the past was death, and the you now is life...and vice versa," Jiang Mian thoughtfully, "That's why you have to combine the two sentences into one body, and that's why you're looking for a furnace. Ding. My physique and spiritual power seem to be opposite to yours."

"Yes, after getting acquainted with you, I have already felt the progress," Yan Wugui hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "But I want to restrain myself."

Jiang Mian raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you mean?"

"What if the seat really ascends and leaves you here alone?"

"..."

Jiang Mian suddenly felt that if Yan Wugui succeeded in ascension, his mission would be completed in an instant.Of course, this method of completion is more difficult, after all, according to the original text, no one has ascended in the cultivation world for thousands of years.

"Master, you don't have to think that way, we won't be separated," Jiang Mian paused, and said carefully, "What if I came to find you from another place? I mean, what if."

Hearing this, Yan Wugui was a little anxious: "Mianmian, can you speak more clearly?"

"No."

"You really... who the hell are you?"

At this moment, Yan Wugui didn't know what words he should use to describe Jiang Mian.

Actually, it's the Riddler.

But Jiang Mian couldn't really tell the truth.

A little hint of the past and present is already brushing aside the rules and regulations of the bureau.

"I'm your little cauldron, that's all." Jiang Mian replied softly.

"I don't believe it."

"Damn it, I'm still waiting to be pampered by the Venerable."

"I don't believe this either," Yan Wugui stared down at him, repeating, "Mianmian, what kind of bad things are you trying to do to me, huh?"

Jiang Mian raised the corner of her lips, glanced at him lightly, and said meaningfully, "I won't tell you if you're not ready."

This smile made Yan Wugui feel itchy suddenly.

After getting along for a long time, Yan Wugui knew what the ancestor wanted with just one look.

Normally, Yan Wugui might try to muddle through, pretending that he didn't understand.

But Jiang Mian said just now that he was not ready, and instead he felt uncomfortable.

Anyway, it's not as difficult as before!

Yan Wugui was inexplicably inspired to fight, and took Jiang Mian to the back of the hall with a straight face.

He didn't let Jiang Mian do those things alone, and even pretended to be calm, saying that he also wanted to help Jiang Mian once.

Jiang Mian had to admit that wives in this world are more courageous than before.

Interesting too.

He didn't resist, let Yan Wugui strip off his magic robe himself, and didn't care much if he was seen all over his body.

"do I look good?"

After soaking in the pool, Jiang Mian asked softly.

His dark black hair was as long as a waterfall, and it didn't look heavy when it reached his ankles. Instead, it was as light and smooth as silk, floating in the spirit pool, and being nourished, it became more and more lustrous.

But Yan Wugui had long since become at a loss, and the calmness he had strengthened just now disappeared without a trace, so he could only respond in a low voice: "It looks good."

He had never bathed with Jiang Mian before.

It feels very different.

Yan Wugui didn't even know where to put his hands, let alone where to look with his eyes.

"Come here a little."

"……it is good."

Yan Wugui moved his body extremely slowly, being hooked by Jiang Mian's fingertips, he dared not move again.

"Master, do you want me to teach you?"

"..."

"Do you want?"

"……want."

He had no choice but to follow Jiang Mian's instructions with a blushing face.

Jiang Mian softly asked him to do something, and he obediently did it, stiff as a piece of wood.

The most difficult thing for Yan Wugui to accept was that Jiang Mian was much calmer than him, lazily leaning against the wall of the pool and letting him do whatever he wanted, but still smiling softly, obviously having a lot of spare time.

There was an inexplicable fire in his heart, and he even wanted to compete.

Why couldn't he let Jiang Mian be like him...couldn't help it?

And Jiang Mian only needs to bend her eyes, and softly whisper in his ear: "Master is good or bad."

A little more kiss on the tip of the ear, Yan Wugui has completely discarded his helmet and armor.

Lost terribly.

After returning from a disastrous defeat, Yan Wugui hid silently under the quilt, and hid from Jiang Mian for a long time without coming out.

Jiang Mian sat beside the bed in a good mood, but coaxed him for a long time but to no avail.

He simply joked with a smile: "That's why I said you are not ready, and you don't believe me."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wugui lifted the quilt abruptly, and said in a muffled voice, "Jiang Mian, what do you want to do to me?"

"Master, I think you already understand a little bit, but you don't want to accept it, do you?" Jiang Mian said, raising her hand to touch his hot face.

"...I don't know either!"

Yan Wugui avoided Jiang Mian's touch, and quickly covered the quilt again, firmly denying that he vaguely guessed Jiang Mian's thoughts.

In fact, his head was still dizzy, and the tips of his ears were burning red.

The room fell silent.

Until Jiang Mian softly said, "Master."

"What?"

"Don't hide from me."

Yan Wugui remained silent.

"I'm sleepy, hug me to sleep, okay?"

Yan Wugui hesitated.

"Yan Wugui, if you ignore me again, I will cry for you."

"...Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry."

The blow hit the vital point, and Jiang Mian was successfully hugged back into the bed.

This matter seemed to be over, but of course Yan Wugui didn't want to accept it, and tossed and turned for a long time with his eyes closed.

He is the king of the demon world, why?Why?He doesn't believe in this evil!

So beyond Jiang Mian's expectations, in the next few days, Yan Wugui really took the initiative to try many times.

Jiang Mian readily accepted, and seized the opportunity to hang out with his wife.

And every time Yan Wugui was handled to death.

"...Mianmian."

Yan Wugui said in a hoarse voice.

"Ok?"

"If you tell me the truth, will it hurt?"

Jiang Mian couldn't help laughing: "Master, you are a monk in the late stage of the tribulation, how could it be..."

"Tell the truth, will you?" Yan Wugui turned his head and looked at him seriously.

"...Absolutely not," Jiang Mian froze for a moment, and confirmed softly, "As long as you don't make me angry, absolutely not."

"it is good."

"Wait a minute, Master, you agreed?"

"Wait, I haven't agreed to anything yet!"