Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

With a light pinch of Fen Lian's fingers, Yan Wujiu was easily lifted off the ground.

Yan Wujiu naturally realized that this monk was looking for him to settle a score, and instead of struggling, he grabbed his wrist and fought back violently.

In an instant, the knees and feet frequently attacked the monk's waist and abdomen.I don't know how the other party did it, all of Yan Wujiu's moves were clearly in place, but they all seemed to be in vain, without causing the slightest impact.

The whistling of the wind passed by his ears, and the next moment, Yan Wujiu felt his back hit the acacia tree that was as thick as a bowl by the river bank.

It didn't hurt very much, but the rough texture of the bark made my back uncomfortable through the spring shirt.

However, for the pampered Yan Wujiu, it was already very painful.

Until this time, Yan Wujiu's face was so cold and pale, but he just pursed his lips as hard as possible, and his sharp Ruifeng eyes raised.

That face was proud and fierce, and the amber brown eyes seemed to be a little darker at that moment.Wet, but there is no intention of begging for mercy, on the contrary, it is disdainful and harsh.He stared coldly and stubbornly at the moody monk.

Like a snow wolf that is cornered and cornered.It is clear that the expression is harsh and the inside is soft, but the mouth is stubborn and unconvinced.

Fen Lian's finger landed on Yan Wujiu's Adam's apple, and slowly moved down.

The lines of the neck are extremely beautiful, slightly undulating due to tension or anger.The bones and flesh are even and delicate, and the tentacles are warm, just like the fine jade porcelain, which makes people want to break it.

I want to bite down, until the bright red flowery mark oozes out.

When the group of people by the river saw Yan Wujiu being attacked, they were caught off guard for the first time, and after reacting, they immediately yelled for the monk to stop.For a moment, they couldn't consider the opponent's status as a master, and they all tried to run forward to stop it.

Fen Lian didn't turn her head back, but just waved her hand casually, and everyone rolled back to their original places as if they had been knocked over by waves, unable to get up one by one.

Yan Wujiu's face became paler, he clenched his teeth, and stared at Fenlian stubbornly.Those beautiful eyes were clear and dark, like a pool of spring water stirred by a raging fire, revealing a frightening viciousness for the first time.

However, he himself didn't know that the fiercer the expression on this face, the more fragrant and scorching the poisonous beauty would be.The stronger the color, the weaker the inside.

If you show weakness to make people love you, you are inviting people to bully you.But if you blindly be ruthless and tough, you don't just want to bully him, but arouse the faint desire to abuse in people's hearts.

What's even more regrettable is that Fen Lian, who saw through all this, is not a serious monk after all.Under the dignified and indifferent face, not only does he lack the compassion of a monk, but also coincidentally, he wants to break the rules and regulations as he pleases.

After all, Fen Lian still remembered what this person said just now.

"Master Tanyue is right. There are indeed many rules and precepts in Laoshizi of Buddhism, poor monk..." After reciting the scriptures for a long time, the voice was cold and ethereal.

Fen Lian pressed down on his neck slightly with her fingers, and inadvertently opened the peacock blue brocade jacket with her thumb, revealing the collar of the snow-white jacket.It's like tearing off the thin film under the lychee shell and swallowing it in one bite.

That pressing made Yan Wujiu cough uncontrollably, his pretty eyebrows frowned, and his lips became more and more bright red.The stubborn and proud eyes did not flinch, and they still stared at Fenlian closely.

Another gust of wind blew, and the flowers and leaves of the Sophora japonica tree were swayed. The strings of dew on the buds were already on the verge of falling due to the collision between the two of them just now, and now they finally dripped down with the breeze.

The handsome young man who was forcibly pressed on the locust tree was forced to raise his face slightly because of the fingers in the nest of his neck, and the green sweetness dripped on his eyebrows and cheeks.

His face was a bit clearer than the dew, and the crystal dew dripped on that fierce and beautiful face, and dripped on the bottom of the amber tea-colored clear and shallow eyes, like tears.It made Fen Lian's heart suddenly throbbing uncontrollably.

But there is no trace of fragility in Yan Wujiu's eyes, it seems that there will never be fragility, only the arrogance and disdain of not caring.

This water drop reminded Fen Lian of a land of ice and snow. At that time, the ice and snow fell on this person's eyelashes in the same way. Maybe a few flying flowers melted on his face.

At that time, this person was also so disregarding his paranoia and arrogance, piercing the ice and snow with the long knife stained with the blood of the burning lotus in his hand. He stood leaning on the blade with his back straight and never bent.

His eyes were vicious and disheartened, those amber brown eyes were no longer clear and shallow, they were as black as the deep sea, but they smiled sinisterly and arrogantly.As always, he seemed to be mocking and disdaining this boring, evil beast that seemed to be ignored by no one.

Innocent and insane.

It makes people helpless, just want to love him.

However, there is no future.

Standing on the snowy land and looking back, the last sight of this person is the last in this life.

Fen Lian let out a muffled groan suddenly, and felt a burning pain in her chest and abdomen, as if someone had stabbed her in the chest.But he was clearly unharmed.

A gust of wind blew, and the trees were full of pagoda trees, and the dew fell all over the sky.

Every drop of water is like a broken mirror image, surrounding the burning lotus, the broken Qiong and chaotic jade are split, and countless pictures are rotated in rotation.

A thought of greed and joy that was taken away by a tyrant...In the battle of swords and swords, love responds to robbery...The back figure that is getting deeper and deeper in the conspiracy and power...The sharp knife piercing the chest and abdomen on the ice and snow wasteland...The last self who knows the bad news, Bearing the crime of killing that person... From now on, there will be no end to the evil and revenge... Stopped on a field of yellow flowers in the city of crossing love.

The monk who was insane, stepped through the formation of soul annihilation, just to see that person again.

Now, he saw it and remembered who the person in front of him was to him.

During this burst of convulsions, countless pictures flashed in his mind, Fen Lian seemed to have seen the future, and also seemed to have returned from that hopeless future after a long time.

The past and the future are blended together, I don't know what is the night, whether it is joy or sorrow.

Fen Lian picked up the fingertips on the neckline, gently smoothed them together, and raised her hand to slowly and carefully wipe away the water marks on the man's face.

His hands were steady, not trembling at all.

But he didn't have the courage to carefully look at Zhang's familiar face again.

He felt pain and was suddenly afraid.

Trying to make a new start, just a little bit, just a little bit away, will repeat the same mistakes and return to the original track again.

Sure enough, those people were right.He was the chief culprit who killed this person, and everything started from him.

The catastrophe by the Sishui River was not the catastrophe of burning lotus, but the catastrophe of this person.

After wiping off the dew on his face and doing all of this, Fen Lian took half a step back, but still couldn't help but look at that person again.Then, Escape seemed to use his lightness skills to go away, and there was no trace in a blink of an eye.

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Faced with all this, Yan Wujiu was already prepared to capsize in the gutter and be beaten into a dog's head by this monk.

He clenched his fingers tightly, all he was thinking about was that he couldn't escape, no matter what he lost, he won't lose.The eyes must be ruthless, and you must not show timidity.At least he can't be disgraced in front of those well-dressed beasts.

It's just that you lost the fight, as long as you survive this catastrophe, there are plenty of ways to deal with this bald donkey!

It's just that, in his two lifetimes, he has never experienced hardship since he was a child, and his ability to endure pain is not good.If it wasn't for this group of people watching, in fact, it is not impossible for him to admit his weakness and beg for mercy for the time being.Counseling from the heart.

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.He is a villain, as long as he escapes safely, he will make the monk double the repayment in less than three days.

Thinking like this, Yan Wujiu distracted his attention, tried his best to resist the oppression and deterrence of natural enemies brought about by the difference in strength, and the little book in his heart was crazily holding grudges.

As a result, no idea what happened.

A sudden dangerous breath appeared and disappeared in an instant.Then, the monk seemed to have suddenly felt the compassionate call of the Buddha.Remembering his own status as an eminent monk, he shouldn't care about ordinary people like himself, and his breath became peaceful and harmless.

She also kindly straightened his clothes and wiped off the annoying dew on his face.

Of course it is useless to do so, with Yan Wujiu's insidious and vengeful level, it is absolutely impossible to let him go just because of this little favor from the other party.

Compared to this, what Yan Wujiu cared more about was that the other party left without hesitation, how could it be like being chased and killed by an evil spirit?

Of course the back figure was not in a panic, but Yan Wujiu felt the loneliness and forbearance of a wild animal fleeing from injury.

Uh, could it be that person found out that he didn't pass through the underworld when he was reincarnated, and regarded him as an evil spirit?

As soon as Fen Lian left, everyone who had been suppressed by his aura could finally stand up. Although each of them had lingering fears and suffered a little injury, they were able to move in front of Yan Wujiu at last.

"Master, you are fine. That monk is too fierce. Seeing that the situation is not right, Sisi has already gone to find the master cleverly." ——This is a servant of the Yan family.

"It's okay to be innocent, it's really dangerous, and I don't know where the crazy monk came from. What's wrong with calling him a bald donkey? He can't be barked if others call him?"——This is the same dude as Yan Wujiu.

"Stop talking like that, in case he doesn't go far and comes back—but why did he run away all of a sudden?"—this is a friend of a friend.

Her face was pale, and the culprit who caused all this, Qingguan Meiren, looked at Yan Wujiu with remorse and anxiety.However, no one blamed him.

Someone happily answered for Yan Wujiu: "Of course it is Master Wujiu who has profound martial arts skills. Although the monk is good at lightness kung fu, he is no match for the hidden master Wujiu when it comes to fists and kicks. You see, even the best masters It ran away like a dog in mourning." - This is Yan Chui.

There are quite a few people in this group, and they immediately agreed with it with conviction.After all, the figure of the monk leaving in a hurry did seem to be running away.

Yan Wujiu, who couldn't do anything, only stared intimidatingly, was also startled.

He couldn't believe that the other party was scared away by his fierce eyes and fierce expression.Even if he had faced each other head-on, he would not naively believe that the opponent would not be able to defeat him.

After thinking about it, only his identity of not drinking soup in reincarnation can calm that person.

So, even though he looks like a peerless master, is this monk unexpectedly afraid of ghosts?

So cowardly, but also... quite cute.

The cuteness in Yan Wujiu's eyes is almost equivalent to stupidity.

The author has something to say: Ximen, who alternates between sand sculptures to death and frivolous debauchery every day? No blame? A high-ranking official~

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The space of Fast Travel World is limited, so what everyone sees is him who has changed from heartless and frivolous to vicious, determined and paranoid.

Here, although the personality will change in the future, the character of the early stage of Wujiu will also expand some pages.