The villain is too evil

The vast land of snow, covered in silver.

The heavy snow had just stopped, and Fuyan had a sword stuck in his chest, which brought out an unstoppable blush in his heart. Finally, the corners of his mouth couldn't be easily curled up, and he looked up at the righteous people of the 88 sect in front of him.

Really think highly of him, in order to suppress and kill one person, to unite so many people is bound to break his bones and raise his ashes.

His eyes were blurry, the yelling in his ears was suddenly distant and near, and his body was extremely heavy.

God and Buddha Mietian, when did he have such a posture?

Fu Yan thought it was a bit ridiculous, when all the people in this world were ready to shoot, she was the only one, and the one who died was lonely.

He blinked, trying to see something clearly among the group of people, fortunately, without him.

he thinks.

Suddenly,

"Why don't you want to look back?" Xiao Nianzhi had his back on his back, his voice seemed to come across the snowy mountain range, riding on the wind.

Fu Yan propped herself up on the ground, staring at him with difficulty, Xiao Nianzhi smiled as always, not to be beaten, with a cool and elegant smile, like a street hooligan, smiling as if there is only a little warmth between her lips in this world.

Xiao Nianzhi was twisting a red talisman on a white background in his hand, his back was stained with blood.

……

Fu Yan suddenly woke up from a deep dream. After being in a daze for a while, the light cast from above his head stimulated him to wake up a bit. He raised his eyes to look around, and suddenly found himself in a strange place. By the way, it was Yan Gu's life. Daomen.

in the prison cell.

After copying the "Wanwujing" three hundred times, the light of the sun and the moon alternated on her head, after a few days, Fuyan rested, feeling hungry, so she stretched out two fingers and tapped on the iron pillar.

The iron pillar weighed a thousand catties, and the sound of knocking reverberated in the hole for a long time.

Soon the guard came in, with a cold face, and asked dryly, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yan said, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

The doorman still had that dead expression, he was in a daze that any major event would not cause any ripples in his ears, and he said with care, "No."

Fuyan repeated: "I'm very hungry."

After being locked up for a few days, he copied the Classic of All Things without eating or drinking, and he has not reached the state of fasting, so it is not a problem if he does not eat or drink.

"Do you think that you will be treated so well after entering Shengdao Sect, and you will be given something to eat? Stop thinking about it. There are still five days left, and I will let you out."

Fu Yan looked at him in surprise, it turned out that this guy didn't stutter and couldn't speak long sentences, but what he spit out wasn't ivory either.

After all, the guard ignored him, walked back to his post, and disappeared into the darkness, as if he didn't exist.

Are the people here in Yangu all idiots who don't talk speculatively...

Five days is hard to bear, but it is not hard to bear.

Fuyan Buddha had finished writing the Classic of All Things several times, and when she was tired, she knocked on the iron pillar, called the guard, and asked questions.

what time is it ——Look up for yourself!

Neck Pain. — A quarter of noon.

Are you tired? --Not tired.

How many wives does the head of Yan Gu have? --have no idea……

Does he like men? --you!

The doorman was annoyed by him. After learning Fuyan's mosquito skills, he chose him to make people pretend to be deaf and dumb, and pretend to be a corpse. However, Fuyan would keep hitting the iron pillars, and the sound of the jack echoed around The stone facing the wall stretches continuously, like a bronze bell being hit by the ear over and over again, which is really annoying and annoying.

Finally, on the last day, the guard sent the Buddha away.The head of the sect sent him here to be punished, obviously it was to damage Yan Gu's soldiers, okay?

Fuyan stepped out of the dark life gate, saw the bright sunshine outside, stretched out her arms comfortably, took a deep breath, turned her head and said to the guard who had been tortured by her for five days: "Thank you for spending ten days with me."

The guard's face was stiff: "You're welcome."

"I'll come and see you if I'm free. What's your name?"

The doorman shook his head with thousands of green horses galloping in his heart.

Fu Yan didn't give up, as if thinking of something, she asked: "Last time I asked you if Yan Jun was frigid and you still haven't answered me, you..."

The doorman couldn't bear it anymore and begged, "You can go quickly."

I hope that I will never see this person in Shengdaomen again in this life, it's so fucking annoying.

Fu Yan raised the corner of her mouth, laughed brightly, and said politely: "Alright then, goodbye!"

He turned his back, waved his hand at the guard, and turned right out of the gate.

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The gang of Yan's family counted ten days, and as if they were ready, they intercepted Fuyan when Fuyan was passing Lanzheng Bridge.

A disciple born for a plane, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Weak student."

Fu Yan was attracted by the voice, and after a long time realized that she was calling him, she said, "What's the matter?"

The disciple said: "When the morning dew condenses, sir has been waiting for you in the school, please come with me."

Fuyan went to Lanzhengqiao and followed him to the school.

There are three schools in Yan Gu, the upper-class elite hall, a high-rise jade building, with dragons and phoenixes intertwined, magnificent; The hall is a small house that just shelters from the wind and rain, with wooden tables and chairs, the light is not good, and the words on the books are hard to read.

Fu Yan came naturally from the lowest class of Nitang, the students were five or six, noisy, and she was quiet when she saw her husband leading people in, if she came a step late, the swaying center beam of the roof would have almost collapsed.

Five and six students are all stubborn, not easy to learn to make trouble, lawless when no one is watching, the husband is afraid of his spirit so he can temporarily settle down, at this time they saw Fu Yan who is soft and has no internal skills , each with their own ulterior motives, thought of many ways to torture him, and when the husband had time to leave, he would show his skills.

Mr. Qian introduced to everyone: "This is a weak student. From now on, I will be your junior brother. Take care of each other." After he finished speaking, without waiting for the audience to react, he took out the five horns from his bosom, and pressed them into the back of Fuyan's neck without any explanation. in.

Fu Yan only felt a chill coming from her neck, and a bit of soreness, which healed up in an instant.

He didn't seem to be ignorant and ignorant. At that time, he secretly tried to use his spiritual power, and sure enough, there was nothing.

Mr. saw his little movements, and didn't care much in his heart. Anyway, the five hooks and five hooks were embedded in his body, controlling his spiritual power, which is equivalent to a cripple, so there is no need to be afraid.

Fu Yan remained calm, listened to what her husband said, and found a seat to sit down.Walking through the middle of those students, I was not surprised to receive the unkind light from all directions in the west. Also, if you don't go to the high-end schools in Yan Guzhong, how many good things can come here?However, being in the same ditch, Fu Yan could also tell that they all had hooks and five horns on their bodies, except for some dirty tricks, there was basically no one that could hurt others.

It's just that when the teacher was giving a lecture, a warm thing suddenly came over to him, hooked his shoulders and backs with him very affectionately, groped up and down with his idle hands maliciously, and whispered in his ear: "Weak student, you were born like this!" Looks good, is it a man or a woman? Is there a dick, let me see."

Without his consent, the shameless thing reached out and went around his waist to pull Fuyan's belt. Fuyan was shocked, and her anger erupted like a volcano. Turned over several wooden desks.

The teacher's lecture was interrupted, Shi Lingli gave Fuyan a slap regardless of the reason, and the clear and crisp sound could not conceal the astonishment in the rumbling and collapsing cabin.

Fu Yan turned her head away from the beating, with resentment in her eyes, she said: "Why did you hit me? He provoked me first."

The gentleman snorted softly, and only answered him with a very irresponsible sentence: "I didn't see it."

Fuyan kicked her bully away, and she was slapped by her husband for beating someone for no reason. She felt very unhappy, but the matter was not over yet. Seeing that he knew his mistakes and refused to correct them, his husband punished him to go to the bamboo forest on the mountain to pick Fifty bags of yellow flowers and grasses are for the geese, and they have to be fed.

Fu Yan felt that she said too many mistakes, and there was no result in arguing, so she accepted the punishment with a cold face, passing by the disciple who had just been kicked by herself, that person kicked Fu Yan hard in his own way On the lower leg, Fu Yan staggered a bit, helped the table to stand still, he frowned, glanced at the man, then at the husband, the latter saw it but pretended not to see it.

It was on purpose, he understood.

A star that is separated from the group cannot shine brightly, and those that are gathered together can still illuminate each other with their own light.

Fu Yan let out a pee inwardly, she just let herself go, she's in a mess.

-

Fuyan, who doesn't know where the bamboo forest is, went up to the mountains that can't be seen as far as the eye can see. There are towering trees in the past. It is not easy to find the bamboo forest and the yellow flowers.

Fifty bags, five hundred times.Heh, people in Yangu like Wujiao, Fuyan thought, and Wujiao.

Pushing aside the tangled weeds, crossing mossy boulders, getting lost again and again, and being cut by thorny weeds again and again, Fuyan went through many small tribulations, and finally found the bamboo forest hidden behind a small nest of sycamore trees.

He was proud of the fact that he glanced at it just now and saw the yellow flowers in the green bushes, otherwise he would have to go some wrong roads.

The yellow grass is not easy to cut, it has thorns on it. When Fuyan came up, she was angry and forgot to bring tools. Now she has no spiritual power and no knife.

There was no one in the empty mountain, so Fuyan felt as if she couldn't feel the pain, so she grabbed the next yellow flower and said: "A dog depends on people's power, and it never changes from its origin. It's cheap or cheap!"

"Yo, I've learned to swear, it's not good." Xiao Nianzhi said casually, lying on his back on the plane tree, waving his usual ink painting fan in his hand.

Fu Yan was stunned when she heard the sound, this, this is his master's voice.

From the last river god banquet to now, the spring flowers have been in a trance for several times, and the autumn flowers have been defeated. Hearing the sound again, the tears are rolling uncontrollably, ticking on the wilted leaves of yellow flowers and grasses.

Xiao Nianzhi saw that his back was not moving from the tree, and there was still a faint sobbing sound, so she hurriedly got down from the tree, leaned in front of him, and carefully asked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yan suddenly threw herself into his arms, with a smiling face full of tears, she rubbed Xiao Nianzhi's clothes unscrupulously.

Xiao Nianzhi was bewildered by his intimate gestures, so she turned his face and teased, "Why are you crying like this?"

Fu Yan didn't care, she pushed her head into his arms, choked up and said, "I knew Master would not abandon me. They, they all bullied me."

When you're not around, they bully me.

Xiao Nianzhi bowed her head and kissed his hair, lovingly said: "I'm here, I won't lose you, I won't lose anyone, don't cry, it looks good?"

Although she spoke seriously, Fu Yan obediently stopped crying, raised a miserable face, and complained: "My hand hurts."

Xiao Nian's childish heart tightened, and he pulled over: "Let me see."

He has no spiritual power now, and it was like Qing Er worked hard for a long time to sneak out from Nangong Mansion, borrowing some tricks to escape, Fu Yan's wound on his hand, he has no spiritual power, so he can't heal it.

"I'll blow it up for you as a teacher, okay?"

"it is good."

Xiao Nianzhi held Fu Yan's hand in one hand and the back of Fu Yan's neck in the other. After blowing, she found something in his neck, and asked suspiciously, "What's in it?"

Fu Yan replied: "Tick five horns."

Depend on!Xiao Nianzhi scolded, this old guy from Yan Gu is so shameless, he puts such a heavy hand on children, controls spiritual power, and behaves like a beast.

"These bastards."

Fu Yan thought Xiao Nianzhi's angry look was funny, and joked, "I still have to cut yellow flowers and grass to feed the animals."

Xiao Nianzhi took out the pine cat from his bosom and threw it into his arms: "Cutting it off, our family's pine cat doesn't have this kind of treatment, it's a good idea."

Fu Yan was crying all over before, but now she is laughing again, it looks very funny.

"When will Master come to see me again?"

Xiao Nianzhi said: "Come here when you are free, until I can take you away, you have to wait for me."

"Master." Fu Yan shouted, "I believe in you."

The author has something to say: I think there is a comedian living in Fuyan’s heart

Yes, it is like that