Hidden Man [Transmigration Book]

Ye Zixi opened his eyes, dazzled by the sunlight from outside the window, raised his hands to cover them irritably, and fell asleep with his eyes closed again, but the too good biological clock made him unable to stay in bed any longer, staggering halfway sat up.

He pressed something soft and slender under his hands, wrapped around his fingers, and his scalp hurt. Looking down, he saw the black hair scattered all over the bed, and the bright red brocade that was so bright that it was almost dazzling. quilt.

Looking up, it was all red, gauze curtains, bed curtains, even a layer of crimson tulle over his jacket, the mahogany tables and chairs in the room...

Ye Zixi was a little dazed, she blinked vigorously, then stretched out her hands to rub her. Could it be that he is still in a dream?

Shaking his hands, he lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, only to find that the black hair had grown to his hips, and it was smooth and not knotted at all from a night of sound sleep. It swayed slightly with his steps, exuding a wave-like luster.

Ye Zixi twirled a strand and tugged hard, it hurt.

This is real?

He walked barefoot in front of the bronze mirror, his eyes slightly stared, and the words in the book suddenly popped up in his mind, "Ye Zixi, the leader of the demon sect, is recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world. Charming monster, deceiving people without knowing it."

Just two sentences, but I didn't expect to be able to put together such a face.

He thought, he knew who he had become...

This sudden idea made him feel unbelievable and absurd, but he somehow knew in his heart that it was him, the man who almost made him obsessed...

As an otaku who has been on various major websites for many years and knows all kinds of bloody traversal plots by heart, Ye Zixi accepted the status quo almost instantly.

He pursed his lips tightly, his expression was gloomy and gloomy. He never thought that he had never won the lottery, and he was an ordinary person who only said "thank you for your patronage" and didn't have the slightest halo of good luck.

This time travel is not scary, at worst it is like playing a holographic game and having a different experience, but transmigrating into a super villain who is destined to be condemned and die without a place to die seems not so pleasant!

Moreover, he has to walk on the road of death and blackness with his pig teammates, advancing his own death step by step. This is absolutely unbearable!

The legendary system?

no……

Goldfinger?

no……

Raiders?

does not exist……

Thinking that he just watched the clip of the leader being besieged the day before yesterday, and even the scene of blood and flesh was extremely realistic, but he had read it repeatedly like self-torture, which made him break out in a cold sweat instantly.

His heart was burning hot, Ye Zixi had no choice but to turn around and head towards the mahogany stand in the middle of the room, wanting to drink first and then think of countermeasures, but unexpectedly, the moment he held the cup, the jade cup suddenly It burst open and scattered in his palm, like fragile tofu cubes, vulnerable to a single blow.

"Master, are you awake?" He widened his eyes slightly, watching this scene like a ghost, raised his hand to his eyes, and before he could check carefully, there was a knock on the door, soft and sweet The soft girl's voice sounded like a life-threatening talisman at this moment, which made him tremble all over.

Beads of sweat dripped downwards, lined by the red dress, and his complexion was as white as a ghost. Ye Zixi pinched his palm hard, forcing himself to calm down.

He moved the fragment towards the corner of the table as if to cover up, and felt that it was a bit deliberate, so he simply raised his hand and swept it to the ground.

Big deal... At worst, let's treat him as a slippery hand...

"Hmm..." With a soft nasal snort, the outsider got permission, pushed the door open, and walked in with lowered eyebrows, his whole face buried in the shadows, only the back of his head with complicated hair style was exposed.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and glanced at the debris on the ground. Just when Ye Zixi was extremely nervous, she shivered, lowered her head, and said respectfully, "Guardian Zuo, please go over and say it's the Heart Sutra." You are already in the lobby, let the servant girl wash and change your clothes first."

Heart Sutra?

What Heart Sutra?

Ye Zixi's already muddy head barely started to function, and now he hated himself so much that he swallowed the novels, and couldn't remember many details clearly.

When he finally turned to this plot, he felt bad all of a sudden!

Heart Sutra?what is that?

It is simply a reminder!

He even felt that the HP bar on the top of his head had turned red, and it would start to lose blood at any moment, hey!

The servant girl stepped forward, looking at her nose, nose, and heart. She didn't dare to shift her gaze upwards, and she didn't even dare to move too much, for fear that any inch of her skin would accidentally touch this unpredictable and plain girl. The master of cleanliness.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Zixi desperately began to recall the specific details in the book and the memories of the original owner. Just now, some images and pictures flashed in his mind intermittently, but luckily they were all members of the Demon Cult. At least you can recognize the face.

After about half a quarter, after washing and tidying up, he had no choice but to step up and follow the maidservant out, but he didn't know what happened, the woman's footsteps were fast, even a little unsteady, and she almost tripped with her left foot several times. Trip yourself as if some scourge is following you.

Walking through the dark and narrow corridor all the way, after pushing open a door, the vision instantly brightened. There was a wide hall full of people standing on both sides. The moment they saw him, they all knelt down and shouted, " I have seen the priest."

The voice is loud, the head is bowed, and it is full of respect.

Ye Zixi's entire body became stiff, and his face became paler and paler. He bit his lower lip hard, took two deep breaths, and then barely took a step. The sound of sour bones rubbing against each other.

Finally moved to the magnificent and domineering seat, desperately recalling the posture of the original owner in his mind, turned around and leaned back suddenly, with both hands resting on the armrests, in a very comfortable and lazy posture, boneless. Yes, in fact, the back muscles are tense, and there are faint soreness.

"Get up." The thin lips parted lightly, and everyone dared to get up.

Standing below him on the left hand side is a bright-looking woman with a stern expression, about 22 years old, who should be Zuo Dharma Protector Liyue.

She took a step forward, knelt down on one knee, and raised her hands, holding a rather old-looking booklet. There were a few words vaguely written on it, but she couldn't see clearly because of the distance.

"Reporting to the leader, the subordinates of Yan's Heart Sutra you mentioned last time have obtained it, please take a look." Li Yue lowered her head, her clear female voice was neither humble nor overbearing, without the slightest hint of asking for credit, it seemed that she was just stating a fact, reporting her own It's just a task.

The maid who had just led the way walked down the steps, held the book in her palm, and carried it all the way to Ye Zixi, only then did he see its original appearance clearly.

It is similar to ancient books in costume dramas. On the cover are four big characters vertically. When you open it, there are rows of petite lowercase letters. The corners are not wrinkled at all, but occasionally a little damaged. The color is darker than the pages. It seems that It is often read by people, but it is especially cherished.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and flipped through two pages at random, then slightly hooked his lips, and threw it back on the ground like throwing garbage, with a low sound coming out of his throat.

叹，

"Oh, what rubbish..."

But I don't know if I'm talking about this book, or the person doing the work...

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd who had just stood up all knelt down again, not daring to take a breath, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be sentenced to a disadvantage in their work. They never wanted to do more with the utensils in the torture hall try.

Ye Zixi's fingers pinched into the palm of his hand, and the sharp pain was transmitted to his brain, which eased his a little hypoxic symptoms due to being too nervous.

But in contrast, there is a smile that is clearly brilliant but frightening.

He is now extremely grateful for his imagination, even dreaming almost immersive dreams for several months, coupled with the almost obsessive attention to the original owner's various descriptions when reading the original work, he can barely imitate the original owner His tone of voice imitated that expression so much that it resembled it so much that even he himself was startled.

"Such rubbish, you dare to present it, do you want to dirty the eyes of this deity? I think your heads don't want it anymore."

The tone was completely contemptuous, obviously without a hint of anger, but the people below were shocked and frightened, their heads almost buried in their chests.

In fact, when she just found out that the plot was about to snatch the Heart Sutra, Ye Zixi was sure about what timeline she was in, and quickly reacted accordingly, wanting to avoid that miserable way of death.

The original owner succeeded the leader at a young age. Fortunately, there were loyal left and right guardians to help stabilize the situation, so there was no major disturbance.

But this Ye Zixi is an out-and-out demon lunatic.

He was obsessed with martial arts, so he tried all means to obtain various heart scriptures, even at the expense of destroying the family; he liked beauties, so he searched for all kinds of beauties everywhere, playing hard and soft, and after getting them, he quickly disliked them and was tortured to death by various means. There are no less than a thousand people, and it is rumored that corpses are strewn all over the mountain in the back of the Demon Sect, which is too horrible to be seen; he has a violent and bloodthirsty temperament, and if someone disrespects him at all, or looks at him twice, his tongue will twitch and his eyes will go out. Hundreds of methods are enough to make people want to die...

All these, coupled with the legendary endless treasures, mysterious martial arts skills, and the temptation of Ye Zixi, the number one beauty in the world, finally pushed himself to the forefront.

In the end, Xiao Junyi, the leader of the martial arts alliance, pierced his heart with a sword, and even the entire Fuluo Sect was slaughtered, and there was not even a single corpse left behind.

When dying, though.

It's simply the best case of a world-weary rich and handsome man playing himself to death in search of excitement!

Is it bad to live?

Want to seek death...

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