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

The inspiration flashed for a moment, and he replied: "Thousands of years have passed, and I have long forgotten what my original voice was like. The voice of the Lord God in my impression is like this. I also learned his tune without knowing it."

Lu Qianchuan subconsciously reached out and rubbed his head.

According to the restoration rules of this world, the two main gods are obviously like the reflections of him in this world in his previous life.

If the Lord God represents his expectations when he created this book, then the God of Chaos probably...represents his decadence when he wants to abandon the pit?

Anyway, those two beat the hell out of it, and the last thing left was this little thing who didn't know anything.

With inexplicable guilt and pity, he said to Xiao Lingguang: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Lingguang stared at him blankly for a while, then his body trembled, and he rubbed lightly against the palm of his hand.

"I have been guarding here for many years, and I was surprised to find that those kindnesses that could not survive in the other world would automatically float into this world." Xiao Lingguang said, "When the first ray of kindness floated in, I was very happy." But he is too weak, as if he will be scattered in the wind in the next moment."

Lu Qianchuan said: "So you put him in your body?"

The spiritual light flickered slightly: "Yes, I thought it would not work, but I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect him to be in my body, and there was no rejection at all."

"We just waited for the second ray of goodwill, then the third, and the fourth... until I met you, I have been fused with too much consciousness, and I don't know who I am at all."

"That being the case," Cheng Ming thought for a while, and said, "If the good intentions represent people's abandoned consciences, and now all the consciences have been dispersed, does it mean that they have all returned to the body of the owner?"

The aura turned in a circle, as if feeling where the goodwill from all directions was going. After a while, he said firmly: "I can feel that they have almost found a place to live."

There was a little smile in his voice: "That's good, thank you all."

Lu Qianchuan lifted him up, pressed the dragon's head again, and asked in a low voice, "What about you?"

Xiao Lingguang knew that he was asking about his future plans, so he said, "I want to stay here until it returns to its original state."

"Then after the place returns to its original appearance, do you still want to stay here?"

Ling Guang was stunned for a moment, probably never thinking about this question before.He reconsidered for a while, put it on Lu Qianchuan's hand, and asked with some anticipation: "If there is a day, young master, would you like to leave a small place beside me for me to live in?"

Chengming let out a "huh" in surprise, while Mo Chenyuan looked at Lu Qianchuan calmly, waiting quietly for his answer.

Lu Qianchuan took a flash of inspiration, then rubbed the giant dragon's big head, with a three-point smile on his lips: "It is possible, but a small space may not be enough."

*

Hua Wenyue clearly knew that he was having a nightmare again, but he still couldn't get out of this extremely realistic dream.

This is the Wanling sect that he is most familiar with. What is unusual is that from the mountain gate to the main hall where the suzerain works, everything is plain white.

He slowly walked into the Hall of All Souls where the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors of the past were parked, and as expected, he saw a dazzling white hair.

"Big Brother."

Yan Zian heard the sound and turned her head.

His complexion was extremely pale, but his eyes were red. From Hua Wenyue's angle, he could clearly see the bloodshot eyes and the tear that was suppressed by himself.

Hua Wenyue lowered his eyes, forcing himself not to look at such a haggard and powerless Yan Zian.

The two of them were silent for a while, and in the tense atmosphere, Yan Zi'an spoke first: "Come here, keep your voice down, don't disturb Master."

His voice is hoarse and rough, it sounds like the sound of horns grinding on the rocks in the mountains.Hua Wenyue's heart trembled, he walked over obediently, and knelt beside him.

Both of them were dressed in plain clothes, kneeling together without saying a word, like two white candles poked in front of the master's coffin.

Hua Wenyue looked ahead and said softly, "I'll watch over it, you go and rest."

Yan Zian shook her head: "I'm not tired."

Another half hour of silence.

Hua Wenyue lowered his head and laughed at himself, thinking: "Am I stupid? In my dream, why do I still not know how to talk to him?"

He stared at the bluestone ground in front of him, and suddenly said: "Let's go with the past, no one blames you."

"I don't blame you anymore." He added in his heart.

Yan Zi'an's body froze, completely becoming an immobile candle. He spoke, his voice still hoarse: "You know everything?"

Hua Wenyue drooped his head: "Not at all."

Yan Zian stared at him blankly for a while, then her kneeling body suddenly sank down, and she sat directly on her lap.

"It's good to know." He didn't know who he was comforting, and he said to himself, "It's good to know."

After a moment of silence, he said: "I originally thought that we would tell you these things when you grow up, but I didn't expect..."

He paused for a while with a complex expression, with a little helplessness on his face: "How could I have forgotten, Wen Yue has always been the most capable."

Hua Wenyue was only a teenage boy at this time, and he sneered when he heard this, with indescribable irony.

He thought to himself: "Yeah, I was so capable that I went against my senior brother, and almost really betrayed the sect."

He raised his head, just in time to look into Yanzi An's bloodshot eyes, and said, "Actually, I knew it a long time ago. Once I went to your room to look for you, just in time to bump into the demon king coming out of it."

Yan Zi'an was stunned for a moment.

Hua Wenyue turned his face away slightly, and said slowly: "At that time, I felt very disappointed—it seemed that the person I admired the most all the time was not as good as I imagined."

Yan Zian pursed her lips.

"Before that, when Master and I learned the method of forecasting, I had a vague premonition in my heart: there would be a person in the sect who secretly communicated with the demons, but I didn't expect that person to be my most respected senior brother. .”

Yan Zi'an lowered her head, her voice was so difficult that it seemed to be squeezed out of her throat: "I'm sorry."

Hua Wenyue smiled self-deprecatingly: "There is nothing to be sorry for, this is what you want and I want to do, but I insist on seeing you with the frame of a perfect senior brother, and I am so crazy that I can't see you stepping out of the frame. "

Yanzi An said: "But if it wasn't for me..."

Hua Wenyue raised his head, and the beams above his head criss-crossed, supporting the heavy and solemn mourning hall.

He said: "I used to think so too."

"If it wasn't because you insisted on going far away with that half-baked demon king, if it wasn't because you went to the appointment without telling everyone, and ended up being tricked by the demons...Master and the others wouldn't have all died in order to save you. Under the Demon Race."

Yan Zi'an gritted her teeth, clenched her hands on her knees into fists, her eyes widened, and the bloodshot eyes became more and more obvious.

He didn't even have the courage to say sorry.

What Hua Wenyue said was right.

Both he and Shaoshu are too selfish and impulsive. They wishfully believe that as long as they leave the shackles of Wanlingzong and the Demon Realm, the mountains will be high and the rivers will be far away. With their abilities, no one can do anything to them.

If they hadn't been so reckless about the consequences, they wouldn't have attracted the elders of the demon clan who were dissatisfied with Shaoshu's ascension to the throne to unite and want to put him to death when he went to the appointment alone.

He lowered his head and said slowly: "I have already told Yufeng that he will be the next suzerain."

Hua Wenyue turned back quickly, staring at him with wide eyes: "What did you say?!"

Yan Zi'an's head hangs extremely low, probably the most dejected appearance he has seen in so many years.Hua Wenyue couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and picked up his collar: "Say it again!"

Yan Zian closed his eyes: "I have no face to take over Wanlingzong."

"You have no face to take over?" A real flame of samadhi ignited in his chest, and Hua Wenyue smiled angrily, "You have no face to take over, so you have to let go? Master and uncle died, and the sect needs a comforting leader People, you have to give up at this time."

Holding Yan Zi'an's collar, he pressed him all the way to the coffin of the previous suzerain, and said viciously: "Ask the master, does the old man agree?!"

Yan Zian's head hit the coffin, making a muffled knock.

The sound seemed to wake him up, Hua Wenyue's hand on his collar was slammed away by him, Yan Zi'an straightened up quickly, and shouted in a low voice: "Go out and make trouble!"

Hua Wenyue stared at him, and said with a sneer, "Now you know how to put on the majesty of a master?"

The flame above Yan Zi'an's head was instantly extinguished by these words, his cold expression collapsed, and he didn't know what expression to face him for a moment.

Hua Wenyue leaned forward and straightened his messed-up skirt for him.

After making sure that all the wrinkles had been smoothed out, he sat up straight and looked directly into Yan Zi'an's eyes: "You and Asakawa will respectively support the Wanling Sect for hundreds of years. These are all pre-determined things."

He lowered his head and said slowly: "I used to only blame you. Since Master passed away, the two of us have never been able to sit down calmly and talk about our thoughts."

Yan Zi'an was confused: "Before?"

Hua Wenyue froze for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "It's not important. The important thing is that I have forgiven you long ago. After staying here for several years, every time I dream of the days when I was against you, I wish I could Go back to the past and slap yourself a few times in the face."

He sighed softly, his words were exhausted: "I don't know if I can still ask for your forgiveness..."

*

Yan Zian suddenly sat up from the collapsed bed.

Shao Shu, who was studying the map in front of the table, put down his pen and quickly walked to his side: "Have a nightmare? Did you dream of Asakawa?"

Yan Zi'an took a few breaths, then turned to look at him: "I... dreamed of Wenyue."

Shao Shu frowned: "Hua Wenyue? What is that kid dreaming for you?"

Yan Zi'an opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a thunder blasted in the sky, intercepting his explanation.