After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Qi Jing said awkwardly: "Actually, this one is not useless, at least this circle, the painting is big and round, with such smooth edges, and such natural arc, it can be seen that the artist's skills are still very deep. Isn't it?"

Yan Zhilan didn't comment on this and continued to check.

Qi Jing rested his chin and looked at it for a while, then asked him, "Isn't it too quiet over there in recent months?"

Yan Zhilan paused when he heard the words, and looked up at him: "How to say?"

Qi Jing gently tapped the table with his fingers, and slowly sorted out the clues: "At first, the maid in the palace was killed innocently and turned into a ghost; after that, we were chased by mysterious people, and you fell into a puppet formation; and then there was Zheng Biao. I was tampered with in my food and died. These incidents happened one after another, and they happened not long after each other, so they were very close together. Why has there been more than two or three months between them, such a long period of time? Nothing happened here? I don't think it makes sense."

Yan Zhilan slowly put down the book in his hand, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "No."

Qi Jing said "Ah?" and asked him, "Why not?" He has sorted out the timeline very clearly, there is nothing wrong with it.

Yan Zhilan looked at him firmly: "The first abnormality was not discovered by the maid in the palace, but the magic breath on me."

Qi Jing suddenly realized that this was indeed the case when he thought about it carefully. The first time he saw Yan Zhilan, he was frightened.

At that time, Yan Zhilan's whole body was not well. The pill core was dug out, his hands and feet were broken, blood was all over his body, and even his shoulder blades were penetrated. It was really miserable.What's more, what pierced through his shoulder blades was the spirit devouring whip from the demon world, which almost killed him, and he hurriedly tried to get rid of the magic breath for him.

In the past, Qi Jing would never have thought that he would have any relationship with Yan Zhilan.After all, the two of them have never been the same.

Yan Zhilan is a model cultivated by the aristocratic family. He is rigorous, calm and self-restraining. He grew up in a comfortable and free environment, and he naturally likes to live a free and unrestrained life.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for two people to have an intersection.But now, they not only have intersections, but also because of the magic breath, they have been involved again and again.Unknowingly, Yan Zhilan became Qi Jing's first friend.

Thinking of this, Qi Jing sighed, not knowing whether to scold the murderer behind the scenes or thank him.

Yan Zhilan didn't notice his strangeness, thought for a moment, and said: "The seal of the gate of the demon world is still strong, there is absolutely no possibility that this matter was done by Chao Ye."

Going around and going back to the starting point, there is no clue at all.

Qi Jing sighed, threw himself into the soft and comfortable big bed, buried his head in the thick quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "Master Yan, why don't you think about it, have you offended anyone? Do you think these things are all directed at you? And I, alas—" He sighed, turned over, and said with nothing to love, "I'm the poor pond fish that got hurt."

Yan Zhilan suddenly grabbed the book in his hand, and the pages were crumpled into a ball.

Qi Jing still didn't realize it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt weak, pitiful and innocent, and said with emotion: "I really want to beg you, you gods are fighting, can you let this poor little me go?"

Yan Zhilan stared at the pages of the book that he had scratched and crumpled, and said coldly, "Your Majesty may not be innocent."

Qi Jing stopped rolling, and said angrily: "Why am I not innocent? If you don't make it clear, don't even think about walking out of this door today!"

Yan Zhilan said coldly: "Regardless of the two dead maids, they all came for the king. When those men in black chased after us, they didn't kill us, but drove us into the puppet formation at the same time. From the above, it can be seen that its purpose is not only me. If not, the people who set up the formation can kill the king and make me into a puppet, why bother to keep us at the same time?"

Qi Jing's fire went out with a puff, and he froze immediately: "You are right." However, he was still a little unwilling to admit defeat like this, and he retorted stubbornly, "Then what is his purpose for doing this? Even if he controls me It's useless to stop. With the old gentleman's temperament, once he finds something is wrong, he will never be merciful and let me do anything wrong."

Yan Zhilan didn't reply to him, and lay down on the bed.

Qi Jing subconsciously moved aside, and after he finished, he realized something was wrong: "What are you doing?" It's still early in the day, and it's not even Yan Zhilan's bedtime, why did he lie down all of a sudden?

Yan Zhilan closed his eyes: "Didn't Jun Shang just say that I'm not allowed to go out today?"

Qi Jing was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to realize, was Yan Zhilan just playing with him?He subconsciously looked out the window to see if the sun was coming out from the west. Yan Zhilan, who has always been rigid and calm, would be angry with him like a child?

But Qi Jing soon realized that he was really stupid, Yan Zhilan was just a child who had just grown up.

Maybe it's because Yan Zhilan always acted calm and reliable, unknowingly making him ignore the fact that the other party is indeed three years younger than him.Although the two stood together, Yan Zhilan was indeed a little taller than him, but the bigger reason was that his baby face was too disadvantaged.No matter how jealous and envious Qi Jing is about this, it will not help.

It's just that Yan Zhilan suddenly showed a childish side, which surprised him.

Qi Jing scratched his chin and pondered for a long time, jumped out of bed and picked up the "Notes on the Solitary Gate Formation", and was going to ask Qi Wangshan about it. Since he compiled this book, he would definitely know something about it.Anyway, he didn't ask about the blood of the gods, but asked about the devil world, Qi Wangshan would not keep it from him, would he?

After making up his mind, Qi Jing went to look for Qi Wangshan with his book. Before leaving, he looked back at Yan Zhilan who was breathing deeply and seemed to be asleep, and whispered to the little servant standing in front of the door: "Wait half an hour later. , go to the dining room and pick some refreshing side dishes for Mr. Yan, the taste should be lighter, neither sweet nor spicy, let him sleep after eating."

The waiter obediently agreed.

Qi Jing stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, quickly going through it in his mind to see if there was anything he had forgotten.After much deliberation, he really thought of one thing, turned his head and said to the waiter: "Oh yes, Mr. Yan has to take a bath before going to bed in an hour after dinner, and prepare the change of clothes first. ,do not forget."

After giving all these instructions, Qi Jing couldn't think of anything else, so he calmed down and went to find Qi Wangshan in a leisurely manner.

What he didn't notice was that from the moment he walked out of the inner hall, Yan Zhilan opened his eyes, and even listened to his ears verbatim what he said to the little servant at the door.

In fact, after he said that angry sentence, he was shocked to realize that something was wrong.

For so many years, his father has often taught him to be calm and self-reliant, and not to panic when things happen. He has always abided by his father's words and kept his own heart, and never crossed the line.I never thought that somehow today, because of a moment of anger, I had an argument with Qi Jing.

Fortunately, Qi Jing didn't notice his strangeness, but instead tolerated everything, which made Yan Zhilan feel even more ashamed.After he calmed down, he secretly made a decision.

When Qi Jing came back dejectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Zhilan sitting upright at the desk, and when he saw him coming in, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Qi Jing looked to the left and right, and an incredible idea popped up in his heart, he asked in surprise, "Are you waiting for me?"

Yan Zhilan nodded slightly, and said calmly, "Sit."

Qi Jing was not only surprised at this moment, but also a little horrified.He had long been used to Yan Zhilan's cold appearance, and suddenly he spoke to him in such a pleasant manner, which made his heart tense inexplicably, and he always felt that something was weird.

So, not only did Qi Jing not step forward, but he took a few steps back and asked vigilantly, "Did you have a puppet formation attack?"

Yan Zhilan's originally gentle eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was as cold and stiff as ice scum from three or nine days ago: "No."

Qi Jing was still worried, and took a step forward slowly: "Really?"

Yan Zhilan glanced at him coldly, "If the puppet formation occurs, do you think you will still stand there properly?"

Qi Jing was not happy when he heard it, and said angrily, "What do you mean? Even if the puppet formation breaks out, I can control it. Do you think you can kill me so easily? No—"

The word "can" was choked in his throat, Qi Jing looked down at the seven-star spirit sword that was less than a finger away from him and gleamed with cold light, and almost jumped up and cursed: Is it amazing to have a natal spirit sword?Call out to scare people at every turn!If you have the ability to threaten him, if you have the ability to really kill him!

Qi Jing angrily walked forward step by step against Seven Stars, anyway, the two of them knew well that the Seven Stars Spirit Sword could not kill him at all.

The moment Yan Zhilan summoned the Seven Star Spirit Sword, he regretted it, but he always hid his emotions very deeply, and he couldn't tell the difference from the outside, but his eyes were colder and his lips were tighter.

In fact, he regretted it very much in his heart. He obviously wanted to sit down and have a good talk with Qi Jing, and tell Qi Jing what was in his heart. For some reason, he lost control when he was provoked by Qi Jing.It was as if there was a ferocious beast dormant in his heart, ready to rush out of the cage at any moment, tear the calm and self-restraint he had been proud of for several years to pieces, and roared wantonly in front of him.

He seemed to be able to see the ferocious beast in front of him, staring at him coldly, and kept mocking himself: "Yan Zhilan, Yan Fanzhi, look at what you look like now? You are a mess, hypocritical and indifferent, Without the protection of the Yan family, nothing can be achieved, and even the position of the head of the Yan family can't be grasped. He is obviously the rightful head of the Yan family, but he has to hand over his hand in vain to a yellow-mouthed child with no teeth; The country's highest level of cultivation has been turned into a puppet. Everything in the Yan family will be destroyed because of you, you are a sinner, you are a coward..."

Yan Zhilan shook his head and muttered: "No, that's not the case..."

In a daze, he seemed to see his father and mother walking towards him again. Yan Zhilan's eyes were moist, and he stretched out his hand to them: "Father, mother..."

His always gentle mother walked up to him and slapped him hard: "Fanzhi, have you forgotten what your mother taught you in the past? How could you be so willful!"

Yan Zhilan was stunned by the beating, he said blankly: "I..."

The father on the side also said sadly: "The reputation of my Yan family has been ruined for hundreds of years. Fanzhi, you have disappointed me so much."

"The hatred of destroying the family, the humiliation of body and mind, Fanzhi, have you forgotten all of them?" His mother paused every word with tears in her eyes, "Isn't it enough for you to be humiliated by this stupid king?"

Yan Zhilan shuddered, and explained in a panic: "I haven't, I haven't forgotten..."

"Go and kill him." His mother raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said firmly, "Fanzhi, go and kill him."

His father also said aside: "Kill him. Kill him, and you will be free."

"kill him."

"kill him."

……

The figures of his father and mother gradually turned into countless phantoms, and the sound of weeping blood kept repeating "kill him" in his ears.

Yan Zhilan covered his ears in pain, knelt on the ground, and murmured: "Don't, don't force me..."

Qi Jing watched Yan Zhilan suddenly half-kneel on the ground, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking, and the Seven Star Spirit Sword also made a clear sound, and fell straight to the ground, inexplicably felt that something was wrong, so he walked forward for two Step: "Yan Zhilan?"

Yan Zhilan did not respond.

Worried, Qi Jing took another step forward: "What's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Seven Star Spirit Sword laying on the ground made a slight "buzzing buzzing" sound, Qi Jing didn't understand, so he turned his head to look over.

At this moment, Yan Zhilan suddenly raised his head, jumped up from the ground, and tightly grabbed Qi Jing's neck with one hand.

Qi Jing looked at him in astonishment. Yan Zhilan's eyes, body, and exposed skin were covered with dense black magic patterns at some point, which looked extremely strange.

Qi Jing gasped, and the puppet formation exploded.

Qi Jing secretly scolded himself for crow's mouth. In the afternoon, he also said that the other party was unusually quiet, and at night he was slapped in the face.

There was no gleam in Yan Zhilan's eyes, just like a lifeless puppet, and the hand holding him was cold, as if he had just come out of a hole in the ice.

Qi Jing gasped under his hands, trying to wake him up: "Yan Zhilan, wake up!"

While calling Yan Zhilan anxiously, he concentrated his energy on feeling the pill core in Yan Zhilan's body.According to Fuyou, as long as he can control Danhe, he can control Yan Zhilan.

In return, Yan Zhilan tightened his hand even more, Qi Jing's eyes turned black and he couldn't speak, so he had to call Chi Zhu with his thoughts: "Chi Zhu! Chi Zhu! Help!"

Chi Zhu didn't respond, but Qi Jing was about to be strangled to death. He felt that his life was passing by little by little. He stretched out his hand in vain to reach Yan Zhilan, and said intermittently: "Yan, Yan Zhilan ...you will, you will regret it..."

Yan Zhilan turned a deaf ear, his slender fingers shrunk tighter and tighter, and the vibration of the Seven Star Spirit Sword became louder and louder, like a drum beating, reaching Qi Jing's ears.

Qi Jing's drowsy mind suddenly became clear, and he understood something in a flash, and with the last bit of strength, he grabbed Yan Zhilan's hand.

Qi Jing closed his eyes, calmed down, concentrated his energy, and concentrated all his energy on the hand that interlaced his fingers with Yan Zhilan's.

A strong spiritual force entangled with Yan Zhilan's fingers along his fingers, and quickly spread to the whole body.

Yan Zhilan froze, and the hand that was pinching Qi Jing dropped powerlessly.

Qi Jing landed softly on the ground, the back of his head hit the hard floor, he grinned his teeth in pain immediately, and was conscious.

Regardless of rectification, Qi Jing scrambled and ran to Yan Zhilan's side. Before Yan Zhilan could react, he gathered spiritual power and pressed his palm on his chest, and the abundant spiritual power flowed along his body. The heart quickly flows to the four bones.

Qi Jing didn't dare to let go, and continuously poured spiritual power into Yan Zhilan's spiritual sea. Just now, he seemed to have a clue as to how to control the core of Yan Zhilan's body.

Without further ado, Qi Jing did what he said, controlled his spiritual power to find the pill core quietly staying in Yan Zhilan's body, and looked intently, the pill core that originally exuded a lustrous luster was now shrouded in a cloud of black mist. Become dull and lifeless.

Perhaps feeling the breath of the original owner, the pill core struggled and jumped twice, and was tightly entwined by the black mist and suppressed it.

Seeing this, Qi Jing hurriedly probed his spiritual power over, bit by bit, layer by layer, peeling off the magic breath wrapped around the core. The core seemed to have sensed Qi Jing's intentions, and struggled hard. Then, through the heavy black mist, the spiritual power was released.

At first, it was just a few stars, like a few stars in the dark night sky. Gradually, there were more and more stars, and countless halos of spiritual power gathered together, emitting extremely dazzling light. Cooperating with the spiritual power injected by Qi Jing, inside and outside Flanking, with one blow, smashed the black mist into pieces.

In an instant, the spiritual power ran away and ran around.

Yan Zhilan snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood splattered on Qi Jing's shoulder, like a big enchanting flower blooming.

Startled, Qi Jing hurriedly calmed down, gathered his spiritual power, and slowly guided the spiritual power of his physical strength back to the Linghai. After all the violent spiritual power was calmed down, Qi Jing carefully retreated.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and now he finally had time to see how Yan Zhilan was doing.

Turning his head, he found that the magic lines on Yan Zhilan's face had subsided, and his eyes were clear again, looking at him intently, if it wasn't for the blood stain on the corner of his lips, he would be almost the same as usual.

Qi Jing's heart fell into his stomach, he patted his chest and said: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous."

A flash of pain flashed in Yan Zhilan's eyes, and he quickly covered it up. He whispered to Qi Jing, "I'm sorry." Originally, he wanted to wait for Qi Jing to come back, and ask Qi Jing why he didn't call the Nine Holy Spirits when he was in danger. The sword comes out, and if necessary, he is always available to help.

However, he never expected that someone would sneak in while he was in a trance for a moment, which almost caused a catastrophe.

Yan Zhilan couldn't help but smile wryly, he always thought that he had let go of his previous life, and sincerely regarded Qi Jing as another person.Unexpectedly, everything was just deceiving himself.

What the beast said was right, it was because he was too arrogant, he had everything in his mind, he thought he had everything in his hands, but he didn't expect that he was just a pawn in the hands of others.

Qi Jing touched his neck that was sore from being strangled by him, and after a while, seeing that his expression was not right, he hurriedly reminded: "Yan Zhilan!"

Yan Zhilan froze suddenly, his heart was clear, and all the negative emotions that were tightly pressed in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qi Jing quickly asked, "Hi! How are you?"

It was also uncomfortable for him to control the core like this for the first time, but what he was more worried about was that the magic breath on Yan Zhilan's body would come back again. If it happened again, he would not have the strength to struggle, so he could only hold his hands and wait for death.

Yan Zhilan shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

He raised his head, his eyes fell on the bruises on Qi Jing's neck, his breathing was stagnant, and after a long time, he heard his hoarse voice say: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't talk about this," Qi Jing interrupted him, involving the injury on his neck, "hissed", looked at him over and over again as if probing, and asked him: "There was no puppet formation in the past few months. Attack, why did it suddenly happen today?"

Yan Zhilan remained silent.

Qi Jing guessed wildly: "Could it be that my crow's mouth really hit the mark?"

"Bah!" He slapped himself lightly: "My crow's mouth, how can I be good and not a bad spirit?"

Yan Zhilan didn't have time to stop him, his eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "It's none of your business."

Qi Jing turned his head slightly and looked at him: "What do you mean?" As soon as he said the words, he understood the meaning of Yan Zhilan's words, and immediately asked, "Did you find anything?"

Yan Zhilan frowned and said, "I'm not sure yet."

Qi Jing was anxious when he heard it, and urged: "Say it quickly, let's analyze and analyze it, and then we will know whether it is true or not."

Yan Zhilan hesitated a little, and finally spoke out under Qi Jing's repeated urging, but concealed the things of the previous life and the resentment towards the tyrant.

Qi Jing rubbed his chin, thinking and said: "So, the outbreak point of this puppet array should be the hostility in your heart. Under normal circumstances, even if there is hostility in our hearts, it will not be so strong. But in the puppet formation Under the blessing of the formation, the hostility in your heart is infinitely magnified, suppressing all other feelings in your heart, and the hostility is increasing, unable to vent, all gathered together, triggering the killing intent in your heart... …Is it this way?"

Yan Zhilan hesitated and said, "Is that so?"

Qi Jing clapped his hands: "It must be so, otherwise why did you have a seizure today after not having it some time ago? But it doesn't seem so bad."

Seeing that Yan Zhilan's face was a little bad, he said: "Don't worry, wait until I finish, since the outbreak of this puppet formation is caused by the hostility in your heart. Does that mean that as long as you control your heart Can you control the puppet array and prevent it from erupting?"

Yan Zhilan was startled, then smiled wryly: "How could the puppet array be controlled so easily?"

Qi Jing glared at him: "If you don't try, how would you know?"

Yan Zhilan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said, "You don't need to try, I know."

Qi Jing wanted to open his head to see if it was filled with stones, otherwise why was he so stubborn?However, Yan Zhilan's next sentence made him pause on the spot.

Yan Zhilan said softly: "My mother died in the puppet array."