The villain is too evil

Fu Yan felt that something was wrong with Master.

It can't be seen, only abnormalities that are not catchy.

Sometimes I stand under the magnolia tree in a daze, do not move for a long time, and suddenly pop out a few words that are incomprehensible.

Sometimes I stare at the poisonous insect specimens in the bottles and jars in the yard, unscrew the bottle caps one by one, and blast the contents to fly away. After that, I fill the inside with clean water, plant small green radishes, and put on a personality in the yard.

There were also times when Xiao Nianzhi was holding the book in his hands and raised his hands, but his eyes were fixed on his... crotch. .

He also broke into Fu Yan's room secretly in the middle of the night, thinking he was light-handed, but in reality he flipped through Fu Yan's sword manual in a bold and rude manner.Fu Yan was calm and focused, with eyes and ears in all directions. When she was woken up by him, she squinted her eyes to look at him, and always saw some strange scenes, such as Xiao, one of the three generals of Yuexia State who was the most skilled at swordsman, actually secretly practice sword?

The next day, seeing Xiao Nianzhi refreshed, walking gracefully, standing with his hands behind his back, reborn into the world's immortal aura, he felt in a trance that everything that happened last night was just a dream.

Fuyan is young, and her thirst for power can definitely reach the level of looking down on the world. Therefore, he yearns and longs to be the one above ten thousand people, the object of admiration. Xiao Nianzhi is his goal, and at the same time, his admiration for him is also Unique.

One morning, Xiao Daxian, who was still sleeping, was awakened by Fuyan's death-killing magic sound. The person who came was bound with youthful black hair and carried a sword on his back.

Fu Yan bowed her fists, knelt down on her knees, and said in a spirited way: "Master, the first year of the year is in the morning, life is hard work, water drips through stones, idlers sneak away, and it's not a good time, but I just ask for a ruler and whip to encourage it; disciple I want to beg Master to be the one who holds the whip and be my guiding light."

The inspirational speech moved the world and moved people to tears. The children passing by were all ashamed and wept, and the stupid birds on the branches fluttered their wings and flew.However, no matter how touched, Xiao Nianzhi's sweet dreams were disturbed, no matter what he said sweetly or candied fruit, he wanted to grab his ears, pinch his ears, and yelled loudly: "Fart, get out of here!"

Such a refreshing and refreshing move can only be thought about in his heart, he still wants to show his fatherly smile in front of his disciples, his eyes are bent, and the corners of his lips are slightly hooked, so spring breeze is infinite.

Uh, this is all an illusion on the outside, in fact, Xiao Nianzhi is still sleepy and too lazy to move.

He turned over, covered his head with the quilt, and said vaguely and perfunctorily: "That's very good, it's fine to say something like this, it's still comfortable to sleep..."

How comfortable is it to sleep?Practicing is impossible, it is hard and tiring, and there is no way to sleep comfortably.

Fu Yan made a hoarse voice, completely unaware of how to deal with Master's dishonesty, so she could only say: "Master, but if you don't look at me, the green radishes in the yard will be chopped to pieces by my sword wind."

"Be careful." A hum came from under the quilt.

"But green radishes cannot be stained with chicken blood. I just killed a few chickens..."

These words really worked, ever since Xiao Nianzhi accepted the fact that he was frigid, coupled with his lack of martial arts skills, he changed his approach and raised some flowers and plants to cultivate his sentiments. Originally, he had no hope of raising them for fun, and didn't expect these plants to live. , but God blessed those plants he planted, they are living well, and their spirits are particularly good, so Xiao Nianzhi took good care of these little things.

At this time, Fu Yan said that he killed his baby, how can he get up calmly?

There is a kind of magic in spiritual sustenance, which can produce strong psychological hints in many inadvertent times. No matter how bad the situation is, if you have it in your heart, everything will be as it was before.

Xiao Nianzhi jumped up from the bed, his disheveled hair covered his handsome face, he supported the bed with both hands, and asked in a trembling voice, "How many is how much?"

Fu Yan swallowed her saliva: "Ten, ten."

"Bar?"

Fu Yan dodged her gaze for a moment, then swallowed again: "21."

Good guy, you lied about eleven of them alive.

Xiao Nianzhi's movements were quick, he moved from the bed to the yard in a blink of an eye, eager to see how his treasure was spoiled.

I had planned to make a mess, but the yard was full of beautiful flowers and plants, the sun was just right, and it was spotless.

Xiao Nianzhi was wondering, Fu Yan came out of the room with an attitude of admitting her mistake: "I'm sorry, I lied to Master, but if I didn't, Master wouldn't get up to practice with me."

The voice was extremely low, her little head almost fell to her chest, her attitude of admitting her mistake was excellent, but Xiao Nianzhi clearly saw a sly smile from the side.

Let me go, this little bastard is terrible, he knows how to use other people's weakness to achieve his goal, it will be a disaster sooner or later.

Fortunately, Xiao Nianzhi has seen a lot of big scenes, so he can still grasp this small matter.If it wasn't for secretly reading the sword manual last night and trying to figure out the moves that he didn't understand, he wouldn't be unable to get up in the morning, besides, it didn't work at all. After one night, his mind went blank, and he forgot all the movement formulas. The guts are still clean.

That's all, Xiao Nianzhi resigned to his fate, changed his clothes and combed his makeup, and practiced kung fu with his tortured little ancestor.

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The breeze passed, and the green marks surged.

A strong wind came from the right, the blade was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed.

The blade turned over suddenly, rolled up the fallen leaves into the air, stagnated, and suddenly shredded.

Magnolia petals completely lost themselves, controlled by strong spiritual power, danced in the air, and refused to land for a long time.

The garden is overturned.

After Fu Yan changed into a pair of cold eyes, she turned over a hundred moves with a sharp sword in her hand, amazed the audience.

All of a sudden, he raised his eyebrows, turned his sword blade, and his figure was as vigorous and swift as a swimming dragon, stabbing suddenly in one direction.

At the end of his arms, he controls the sword with both hands, and the mind waves in his palms cannot move.He grinned coldly, pouring a lot of spiritual power into his hand, shaking the stabbing sword away.

Fu Yan was affected by it, she jumped back.

Mo Huai stretched out his body and landed on both feet, sneered: "It's a bit of progress."

Seeing Mo Huai again, Fu Yan spoke in a very bad tone, put up her whole body on guard, with a knife in her eyes, and said, "What are you doing here?"

As the wolf king, Mo Huai, apart from facing Xiao Nianzhi, other people's contempt and disrespect are trivial matters, how can he rule the Magnolia Forest in Baxu Yushan without this measure.

His eyes turned to Xiao Nianzhi, and his tone was arrogant: "It's not that I came to look for you, hum, I'm looking for Xiao Nianzhi."

Xiao Nianzhi had just watched the solo performance for two hours, the sleepiness from getting up early disappeared, and now she is lazily leaning on the fairy chair, shaking the ink-painted water lily fan, leisurely and happily.

"Yo, you're here." Shi's tone was still very unbeatable, when Mo Huai heard this voice, the gust of wind in his heart couldn't stop howling, and he really wished to eat the person in front of him alive.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I'm having a good time. It seems that my injury has really healed." Mo Huai said inexplicably.

Shaking the yellow paper fan, Xiao Nianzhi nodded slightly: "Well, thank you for your concern."

Fu Yan put away the sword in her hand, sheathed it back, walked to Xiao Nianzhi's side, and looked at Mo Huai defensively.

Mo Huai stretched out his hand, picked up the magnolia petals scattered on the ground with spiritual power, and teased: "However, this good life will not last for a few days, Xiao Nianzhi, let me tell you what's good about you."

Xiao Nianzhi opened his eyes, waited for the sourness to pass, and said, "Oh? Is there something wrong?"

Mo Huai not only hated his careless appearance, but also liked his appearance as a dead ghost who had nothing to do with the world, struggling between the two, he told everything he had heard, but his voice seemed to be a little angry.

"There is an accident in Yuexia State, and that old boy Nangong Cheng wants you to solve it, do you know?"

He hated Xiao Nianzhi the most, hated him for not being a teacher, hated him for being sentimental, hated him for turning a blind eye to him for thousands of years, but he couldn't harden his heart towards Xiao Nianzhi.

All the laziness that Xiao Nianzhi casually conveyed can make Mo Huai lose control, but the loss of control is only in his heart, and he only keeps his thoughts in his heart. He can't really fall out with Xiao Nianzhi, and it's okay to get angry.

Xiao Nianzhi heard the way, sat up straight, tilted her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Huai stood with his head tilted and did not answer.

At this time, a disciple from Nangong Mansion happened to come, he was not surprised by Mo Huai's presence, and conveyed the meaning of his superiors very professionally.

"Immortal Yulan, the head of the sect has an important invitation, and I hope to discuss with you about the strangulation of the black bone monster."

Mo Huai gave Xiao Nianzhi a look, as if to say, now he knows what's going on.

Combined with the news of Mo Huai, Xiao Nianzhi made a wild guess, saying that they were discussing about strangling monsters, but in fact, he let himself solve it.But Nangong Mansion has many talented people, and he is an immortal monarch on the face of it, so it is a bit overkill for such a trivial matter to let him out.

Xiao Nianzhi lay back on the chair again, and lazily said: "There is no one else in Nangong Mansion, let me go?"

The disciple who sent the message didn't know the situation, only heard him say this and thought he was going to be angry, so he quickly bent down and explained: "This time the situation is probably difficult to understand, otherwise the master will not alarm you."

Mo Huai couldn't see such a hypocritical person the most, and said: "What a joke, when did Nangong Mansion let him rest?"

The disciple remained silent and lowered his head even lower.

It's not that Xiao Nianzhi doesn't agree, it's that he lacks spiritual power now, if he strangles the monsters, he may have more energy than energy, and it would be bad to delay the matter.

Wouldn't it be a big loss if you died, or if you were alive but disabled, it would not be a comfortable thing to hear the world's ridicule.

"Must I?" he asked.

The disciple still didn't raise his head: "This disciple is only conveying the words of the master, the other disciples really don't know."

He was extremely nervous, and his hands and feet kept moving in place to find a comfortable position.

Seeing him at a loss, Xiao Nianzhi felt like he was being bullied, so she shook her hand and said to him: "Okay, I see, I'll go there later."

Disciple Luggage retreated and walked away at a rapid pace.

Mo Huai turned around, was silent for a moment, and said with a blank face, "Are you going?"

Xiao Nianzhi raised his forehead: "Yes." Is there any way.

Fu Yan shouted: "If Master goes, I will go with me."

"Calm down, don't worry."

Xiao Nianzhi searched the memory of the former master in his mind, he knew that in this world people, monsters and monsters exist together, capable people and strangers, enchanting monsters and ancient beasts, vicious and obsessed, all survive in a certain corner of the world.

There is life and death, those who do good will be blessed in the next life, and those who do evil will be punished.

Xiao Nianzhi could understand most of them, but this time he didn't know what he was going to face.

The book he was wearing was a nonsense book without a name, but the main character’s name was written clearly. The general content was that when he woke up, he only knew that he was fleeing famine with the little devil, Fu Yan. This was the main plot, about the secondary plot,

It probably started.

he thinks.

I only hope that he can survive in an awesome and unrestrained manner, and live a rather crude life.

"It doesn't matter what kind of monster he is, I don't need to take action." Xiao Nianzhi smiled confidently.

Feeling disdainful, he thought to himself, I really don't know where his self-confidence comes from.Wait, shouldn't it be... Seeing Xiao Nianzhi's smile gradually become abnormal, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Shouldn't you have to play tricks yourself!

The author has something to say: It’s good to be casual about playing monsters