You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

Lu Qianchuan dealt with the few people who had caused trouble, stepped over the messy corpses, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped his hands lightly.

He feels very bad now.

But with a negligible amount of spiritual power, the pain in his body being pulled by an invisible force multiplied. The magic power and spiritual power were completely uncontrollable, rampaging through the meridians, and he seemed to be torn apart.

The cold sweat on his forehead broke out layer by layer, but he still maintained an unfathomable expression on his face, walking along the road spontaneously made for him by the crowd without changing his face.

After he walked a few feet away, the static crowd on both sides of his body suddenly came alive, and the eyes that had been staring at him shifted away, and everyone rushed towards the few men lying behind him.

Lu Qianchuan closed his eyes and kept walking.

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he trembled uncontrollably every step he took. The soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he could hardly feel the solid ground under his feet.

But he can't fall, here, as long as he behaves a little weaker, he will immediately become fish on the chopping board and food on other people's plates.

In a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, only absolute strength can guarantee one's own safety. Warmth and kindness sound like a joke.

The stomach and intestines were probably tortured to the point of dying by the magic and spiritual power of the battle, sour water spewed out like a protest, and even the heart felt sour.

I don't know why, but now he really misses Mo Chenyuan very much.

This feeling came suddenly and strangely. It was obvious that his spiritual power had recovered. Although he was physically uncomfortable, it was still a trivial matter to deal with these small fish and shrimp. He didn't need Mo Chenyuan's help for the time being.Mo Chenyuan came, but he wanted to take some trouble to take care of that crazy guy.

But it happened so suddenly, he inexplicably wanted to see Mo Chenyuan, wanted to see him smile at himself, wanted him to say something casually, wanted to hear his familiar deep voice.

Lu Qianchuan touched his forehead and confirmed that it was covered with cold sweat, which felt like ice.

He didn't have a fever, let alone a fever.

But somehow he had such a confused thought.

In his heart, he spurned himself for a while, and Lu Qianchuan rubbed his forehead vigorously.

I don't know how far Mo Chenyuan has become obsessed. He didn't try his best to find his junior brother who was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was thinking about these unreasonable things here, which is outrageous.

He took a deep breath and looked at the road ahead silently. Passers-by avoided his sight one after another and gave him a flat and distant stone road.

Lu Qianchuan walked slowly along the path they avoided, and the feeling of stepping on the cotton not only did not subside, but became more and more intense.

If there is nothing wrong at this time, he will definitely not move any more, but right now Mo Chenyuan doesn't know where he is flying. Be seen by others.

The worries in the eyes are densely spread out a light glass-colored warm light, and under the fragmented light, there is a black-clothed and red-light figure engraved on the back.

so unforgettable.

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Mo Chenyuan was still standing on the loess where he first woke up, watching the light of the picture presented by the black cloud change several times, every time he changed, he could see a paler Lu Qianchuan.

The obsessive thought that was finally suppressed came back to his mind, and Si Ming kept making sharp low whistles, as if he was about to pull out his sheath and cut off someone's neck in the next moment.

Heiyun trembled in front of him, and the half-person tall dumpling shrank smaller and smaller, and finally shrank to the size of Mo Chenyuan's fist, and did not dare to make a sound.

Mo Chenyuan's eyes were bleeding: "Say, how do you get out?"

As soon as he made a sound, the black cloud trembled again, wishing it could condense a bit more and disappear directly in front of his eyes.

Due to the excessive contraction of his body, the black air became more and more dense, and it looked more like a black ink dot from a distance.

The ink spot trembled miserably, pushed and shoved for a while, and finally said in a refined voice: "Brother Tai Leng... Calm down, if we know how to get out, we don't... don't need to stay here like this long time."

When his words fell to the ground, Mo Chenyuan didn't react much, and stood in front of him like a stone statue.

Hei Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to say something to comfort the poor brother, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Si Ming let out a well-timed buzz.

Heiyun: "..."

He fell to the ground tremblingly, trying to shrink into half the size of Mo Chenyuan's fist, and then rolled into the loess mound, pretending to be an emotionless loess mound.

This is of course impossible.

Under the oppression of Si Ming's blood-red sword light, Heiyun was so miserable that he was about to shed tears, and the miscellaneous voice could no longer be tolerated, and said miserably: "I...we don't want to be like this, brother, you are cold... calm down."

Si Ming groaned again, and Hei Yun was so frightened that he hurried into the loess pile, fearing that if he was not careful, the sword light would greet him again.

Unexpectedly, Mo Chenyuan just gave them a cold look, and walked forward with his sword expressionless.

It seems that Yujian is forbidden to fly here. He wanted to order Si Ming to fly out of this ghost place before, but Si Ming couldn't stand up to his master no matter what. sword.

In addition, other aspects of Si Ming are not restricted. His exercises and moves can still be used normally, and his spiritual power and magic power are normal.

That being the case, then make a way out.

Mo Chenyuan walked a long way, and the group of black clouds swayed up from behind, and it was still the elegant voice shouting: "Brother, stay a step! You will go back if you walk like this!"

This black cloud doesn't seem to have a long memory. He has threatened and intimidated him many times, but when it's time for him to leave, he chases after him.

Mo Chenyuan did not show any signs of expression, and said in a deep voice: "There is an enchantment here, and when you walk a certain distance, you will go back if you go forward, right?"

Heiyun was silent for a while, and suddenly there was a burst of noise inside.

"He found out?"

"He actually found out!"

"It's impossible. It took me decades to discover this pattern. How could this boy discover it so quickly."

Mo Chenyuan was not in the mood to circle around with them, and said bluntly: "Where is the limit?"

Heiyun stopped the sound, and his body expanded little by little, and then returned to the big ball that was half the height of a person.

While looking softer, he was also more timid.

Datuanzi swelled for a moment, his limp body had nothing to support him, and asked fearfully, "Are you really going to go there?"

Mo Chenyuan: "Take me there, I won't treat you badly."

Heiyun is a combination of consciousness, he doesn't even have a decent body, so he doesn't pay attention to his so-called wrong treatment. In his cognition, the other party can still be calm when he comes to this ghost place, except for the last At the beginning, he greeted with hostility, and he didn't beat him up to vent his anger. He was considered a relatively easy-to-get-together human being.

He hesitated for a while, swinging left and right, and there were various small voices chattering inside, and finally a thick male voice made a decision: "You follow us closely."

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Lu Qianchuan gradually got farther and farther away from the place where the farce was just now. The people here were not affected by the noise over there, and the eyes they looked at him became blatant again.

He just pretended not to see it, and walked forward slowly without hesitation.

The pain in his body became more and more severe, and he didn't know what night it was.

There were bursts of blurring in front of his eyes, and his eyesight was slightly poor, so he couldn't see the way ahead, so he could only move forward in the crowd by feeling.

If this goes on like this, if Mo Chenyuan hasn't been found yet, I'm afraid I have to explain here first.

Lu Qianchuan was struggling to breathe now, he stopped, walked slowly to the bluestone steps beside him, and sat down.

He was still very hungry and sleepy, and his body was still inexplicably cold, causing a slight uncontrollable shiver.

He almost couldn't open his eyes, wishing he could faint on the steps immediately, but there was another voice in his heart that kept urging him: Hold on a little longer, at least to see that Shen Yuan is safe and sound.

It's ridiculous to say that when he first came out of Tianshuilou, if he had the willpower he has now in the teahouse, he wouldn't be captured by Luo Huayin so easily, causing the city to be full of storms.

His consciousness was about to drift away, when there was a sudden noise in his ears, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a round steamed bun rolling out of the door next to him.