After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Qi Jing almost cried with joy: "Are you awake?"

Yan Zhilan looked at him in a daze, and murmured in a low voice, "I'm still alive?"

"Yes, you're still alive." Qi Jing took the clothes that the guards sent over just now, and handed them to him, "Since you're awake, you can wear them yourself. When you're done, come find me in the lobby."

He still remembers the look in Yan Zhilan's eyes when he changed Yan Zhilan's clothes for the first time.Although until now he hadn't figured out why it was just a change of clothes, why Yan Zhilan reacted so much.But everyone has everyone's idiosyncrasies, he can understand.Therefore, after giving the clothes to Yan Zhilan, Qi Jing prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Yan Zhilan stopped him.

Qi Jing turned around.

Yan Zhilan sat on the head of the bed, blue hair fell messily on his shoulders like a waterfall, his face was still pale and bloodless, his crow feather-like eyelashes were half drooping, casting a black and blue shadow under his eyes, his voice was still hoarse, low He asked, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Qi Jing saw his hand outside the quilt at a glance, and slowly clenched it tightly. On the back of the hand that was as white as jade, there were faint cyan blood veins, revealing the owner's entanglement and anxiety.

Did not hear Qi Jing's response, Yan Zhilan raised his head to look at Qi Jing, looked at him fixedly, and repeated persistently: "Why?"

In the eyes of someone who has always been calm and firm, there is a rare hint of confusion and fragility, which makes people feel sorry for him and want to comfort him.

Qi Jing's heart skipped a beat, and his intuition told him that he should turn around and leave at this moment is the right way, but he walked towards Yan Zhilan step by step as if he was possessed by his feet.

It wasn't until he walked to the edge of the bed and met Yan Zhilan's deep eyes that Qi Jing suddenly woke up, frantically fumbled for the clothes hanging aside to put on Yan Zhilan, and said incoherently: "It was purely an accident that I saved you. , don’t get me wrong! I happened to pass by here, I happened to meet you, an old acquaintance, I happened to save you, everything was, yes, everything was an accident..."

Yan Zhilan looked at him with complicated eyes: "I'll do it myself."

"You come by yourself?" Qi Jing subconsciously repeated after him, and after realizing it, he threw the clothes to him as if burning his hands, "Oh, yes, you come by yourself."

In a panic, when he suddenly glanced at his left shoulder, he froze.Under Yan Zhilan's left shoulder, there is a red birthmark, and the edge is outlined by faint black lines. At first glance, it looks like a bright red flower.

Yan Zhilan followed his gaze, pulled his clothes up a little, and coughed to remind him, "What's wrong?"

Qi Jing stretched out his hand and pulled down the robe he had just put on, exposing half of his shoulders, staring intently at the mark on his shoulder, thinking hard: "I seem to have seen this mark somewhere."

Yan Zhilan looked down at the imprint on his left shoulder: "The descendants of the Yan family all have ink marks on their bodies. If you have seen it, it is not surprising."

"No." Qi Jing stretched out his hand to touch the imprint on his shoulder, always feeling that something was wrong, "Is your imprint always like this from birth? Has it not changed?"

"Change?" Yan Zhilan frowned slightly, "The imprint is innate, how can it change?"

Qi Jing also felt that the question he asked was a bit stupid, the birthmark was indeed born, but he still found it strange.

According to common sense, if one or two people have this birthmark, it can be said to be a coincidence, but if a whole family has this birthmark, it cannot be explained by coincidence.

Yan Zhilan changed his mind, and quickly understood what he was thinking: "Are you suspecting that there is something wrong with the seal of the Yan family?"

Qi Jing returned to his senses, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I just think that the entire Yan family has the same birthmark on their bodies, it's just too coincidental."

Yan Zhilan pondered for a moment, and said: "Not all members of the Yan clan have this mark. Only the blood of the Yan clan has it. To be precise, only my grandfather has it."

Suddenly, Qi Jing asked him: "So when the little koi recognized his relatives, because of the existence of this ink pattern imprint, you almost confirmed his identity at the first sight?"

Yan Zhilan nodded and admitted: "That's right. My grandfather has only one son under his father's knees. Based on his age, he can only be his father's blood."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, looked at the imprint on his left shoulder, and suddenly asked in surprise, "How could this be?"

"What's the matter?" Qi Jing thought he had thought of something again, and hurriedly asked.

Yan Zhilan looked at the imprint on his left shoulder solemnly, and said three words that made Qi Jing's hair stand on end: "It's moving."

"what?"

Qi Jing pulled back a little distance, but his eyes were still on the ink pattern. After staring intently for a while, his eyes were sore and swollen, but he didn't see any change in the ink pattern.

He blinked his sour eyes and asked Yan Zhilan: "Did you read it wrong? As you said before, the birthmark is a dead thing, how can it move?"

"I'm not mistaken," Yan Zhilan said solemnly, and he pointed a finger at the lower right of the ink pattern, "If I remember correctly, this place was originally empty."

Qi Jing moved forward a little: "Empty?"

The warm breath he exhaled hit his shoulders, and Yan Zhilan was startled, and turned his body slightly: "There were no magic patterns here before. But now, this place has been filled with ink patterns. And here..."

The more Qi Jing looked at it, the more he felt that the pattern looked familiar. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Yan Zhilan's bare skin, covering part of the ink pattern. After studying it for a long time, he finally remembered what the pattern was.

"I see!" Qi Jing cheered and raised his head suddenly, "Do you think it looks like—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

When Qi Jing raised his head, he happened to bump into Yan Zhilan who was looking down at him. Their lips touched and they froze at the same time.

Qi Jing's eyes widened in a daze, his mind went blank.

He looked into the deep eyes of Yan Zhilan who was close at hand, and everything around him seemed to be still. He could only hear the steady and powerful "thump-thump--" beating of his heart, as if about to Shatter the eardrums.

The warm touch from his lips brought Yan Zhilan back to his senses. He leaned back slightly, opened the distance between the two of them, pursed his lips as if nothing had happened, and said lightly: "What does it look like?" ?”

"Ah? Oh." Qi Jing came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He didn't hear what Yan Zhilan said at all. Looking at him, he hurriedly left a sentence and fled, "Put on your clothes first, I'll wait for you in the lobby."

Yan Zhilan looked at his figure leaving in a hurry, his eyes darkened.

"I said little cousin, did you hear me?"

Nangong Ziyi's magnified face suddenly appeared in front of Qi Jing, so frightened that Qi Jing suddenly leaned back, almost lost his balance and fell down.

Fortunately, Nangong Ziyi stopped his waist with quick eyes and hands, and after barely supporting him, Qi Jing knocked off his hand like a snake and sat down opposite him with the bowl and chopsticks.

Nangong Ziyi looked at him with a shocked and injured expression: "Why are you avoiding me like this? Didn't I just hide something from you? Is it worth it for you to be so careful and hold grudges?"

Qi Jing shook his head, absently pounding the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks, "It's not because of you."

His mind is in a mess now, and his mind is full of that accidental touch just now.Although he knew in his heart that it was just an accident, nothing.But he still felt strange and uncomfortable, as if a thin and brittle diaphragm was broken, and countless stormy waves underneath were thrown out, which caught him off guard.

He never thought that just such a light touch, not even a kiss, would make him uneasy.

For a moment, he was almost drowning in Yan Zhilan's deep eyes.Fortunately, Yan Zhilan woke him up in time, otherwise, I don't know how embarrassing it would be.

Qi Jing sighed, threw the chopsticks aside, and lay down on the table, distressed.Obviously both of them are big men, how could he feel this way about Yan Zhilan?It must be because you have been single for too long, and you will have the illusion of being moved when you see a good-looking man.

No!

Qi Jing sat up, shook his head vigorously, slapped his face a few times, and made up his mind: After the puppet array on Yan Zhilan's body is broken and the matter in northern Xinjiang is resolved, he must listen to Qi Wangshan and go back and choose more beauties !It's time for a romance!

Thinking of the beautiful days surrounded by beauties in the future, Qi Jing couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing him crying and smirking for a while, Nangong Ziyi was suspicious for a while, and couldn't help poking him: "Ah Jing?"

"Huh?" Qi Jing returned to his senses, "What are you doing?"

Nangong Ziyi looked him up and down: "Are you okay?"

Qi Jing snorted: "It's okay! Oh no, I still have something to ask you."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Ziyi hurriedly moved closer: "What's the matter?"

"that is……"

Just as Qi Jing was about to say something, he was interrupted by a few coughs.

"Cough-cough-"

Yan Zhilan stood tall and tall behind them, met their eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is there any water?"

Qi Jing suddenly realized that it seemed that from the moment he met Yan Zhilan, the other party's originally cold voice was so hoarse, it must have caught wind and cold and hurt his throat, so he quickly poured a cup of hot water and handed it over : "Yes, yes, moisten your throat first."

He watched Yan Zhilan take the water, sat down and drank it slowly, and couldn't help but care: "What's wrong with your throat? Did you catch a cold?"

Without waiting for Yan Zhilan's answer, she glared at Nangong Ziyi who was opposite, and snarled at him.

Nangong Ziyi was puzzled: "What's none of my business?"

Qi Jing glared at him angrily, why does this man have no sharp eyesight: "Look at the sky outside? What kind of fan are you shaking? Take it back! Didn't you see that everyone caught a cold?"

Nangong Ziyi couldn't laugh or cry: "It has nothing to do with me if he catches a cold. Besides, he didn't catch a cold either!"

"Did you catch a cold?" Qi Jing looked at him suspiciously, then at Yan Zhilan.

Yan Zhilan nodded with a flat expression: "It's caused by the day and night driving, I didn't catch the wind and cold, just use more water."

Nangong Ziyi spread her hands: "I said it has nothing to do with me?"

Qi Jing said awkwardly, "Oh."

There was nothing to say for a while, and the few of them ate together quietly.

Nangong Ziyi kept looking back and forth between the two of them with probing eyes, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is there something you two are hiding from me?"

"No." Qi Jing replied immediately, wanting to cover up.

At the same time, Yan Zhilan also said, "Yes."

Qi Jing turned around in surprise, Yan Zhilan had already finished his meal, put the handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth on the table, and looked at Nangong Ziyi: "There is one thing, I really want to ask Mr. Nangong for advice."

Nangong Ziyi didn't seem surprised, she raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

Yan Zhilan stared at him, and asked, "Aren't the people behind Yanmou going northward all the way under Mr. Nangong?"

Nangong Ziyi looked at him calmly: "That's right, they are mine."

Yan Zhilan didn't say anything more, and after a while, he stood up and bowed to him: "Thank you."

Nangong Ziyi looked at him with interest: "I sent someone to follow you, do you still thank me?"

Yan Zhilan said calmly: "If it weren't for the help of Mr. Nangong, I am afraid that Yan would have frozen to death in the wilderness."

Nangong Ziyi laughed: "Who says I want to help you? I'm afraid that if you accidentally die, it will make my cousin Ah Jing sad."

Qi Jing was caught off guard by being named, with a blank expression on his face: "Why do you care about me?"

Nangong Ziyi patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, but said to Yan Zhilan, "My cousin who values ​​love and justice only has you as a friend, if you die, wouldn't he be sad die?"

Qi Jing slapped his hand off angrily, and said angrily: "Nonsense! Who said I have only one friend? I have many friends, but you don't know it!"

Nangong Ziyi gave a perfunctory "Oh" and looked at Yan Zhilan: "I'm afraid this is not what you want to ask?"

"That's right," Yan Zhilan said generously without hiding anything, "I heard that Pavilion Master Lingyun is well-informed and has a wide network of contacts. Only he knows about it, and he doesn't know about it. Yan wants to ask Pavilion Master Lingyun about one thing."

"It depends on what kind of reward Mr. Yan can pay. I don't give the news for nothing." Nangong Ziyi smiled at Yan Yan, and unfolded the gold-painted bone fan in a chic and reckless manner.Unexpectedly, Qi Jing rolled his eyes, paused for a while, and took it back graciously.

"The matter I want to ask, I'm afraid Pavilion Master Lingyun may not necessarily answer the question." Yan Zhilan said as he tore open the collar, and pulled it down hard, revealing the mark.

"As long as it exists in this world, there is nothing I don't know." Nangong Ziyi said proudly, but paused after glancing at the mark.

"This is... Wang Chuan?" His pupils shrank suddenly, he restrained his cynical look, and stepped forward, scrutinizing it carefully, with complicated emotions, "I didn't expect the rumored Wang Chuan to actually exist."

Yan Zhilan said calmly: "Since the rumored Xia Bu can reappear in front of the world, Wang Chuan's reappearance is not a rare event."

"Forgotten?"

From the moment Yan Zhilan and Nangong Ziyi met and heard their exchange of words, Qi Jing only got the information that Yan Zhilan knew Nangong Ziyi, and didn't understand anything else.

But he knew the imprint on Yan Zhilan's shoulder, and blurted out: "Isn't this the Bana flower?

"The other shore flower?" Yan Zhilan repeated these two words between his lips and teeth, "What is that?"

Nangong Ziyi also gave him a puzzled look.

"Huh?" Qi Jing looked at the two of them in great surprise and said, "You don't even know?"

"The flowers bloom on the other side, but the flowers and leaves are gone." Yan Zhilan was thoughtful after hearing him tell the origin of the flowers on the other side.

After a while, he exchanged glances with Nangong Ziyi, and said, "The Bianhua you mentioned sounds like another name for Wangchuan."

Qi Jing asked if he didn't understand, and humbly asked for advice: "What exactly is Wang Chuan you are talking about?"

Yan Zhilan looked at the black and red pattern on his left shoulder that seemed to be a bit more bewitching and colorful, and remained silent.

Nangong Ziyi said: "It is said that in ancient times there were gods and demons who fell in love with each other. They were not allowed by the law of heaven, and they were punished to guard the Santu River day and night. It's just that one is the day and the other is the night. Day and night will never exist. Meet each other. The gods and demons wept blood and died, and after they died, a plant with flowers and leaves that did not meet each other grew in the place soaked in the blood of the gods and demons, which was called the 'Forgetful River'."

Qi Jing suddenly said: "It sounds like it is indeed a kind of thing."

"It's not exactly the same," Nangong Ziyi mused, "The Bana flower that Ah Jing mentioned is just a kind of flower, Wang Chuan is not."

Qi Jing pointed to the flower on Yan Zhilan's left shoulder: "Isn't this a flower?"

"It's not flowers," Nangong Ziyi shook her head, "It's a curse."

Qi Jing's eyes widened in surprise: "Curse? What kind of curse can be passed down from generation to generation?"

Yan Zhilan, who had been silent all this time, seemed to have thought of something, and said, "It's a heavenly curse."

Qi Jing was even more confused: "Heavenly curse?"

"That's right," Nangong Ziyi's expression became more solemn, "It's the curse of the Dao of Heaven on the offspring born from the combination of gods and demons. The combination of gods and demons is not tolerated by the laws of heaven. No matter how many years, this imprint will not disappear. Wang Chuan is It is the imprint of the sky curse, representing the dirty blood of gods and demons."

Qi Jing felt that his brain was not enough: "Then what are the consequences of this heavenly curse?"

Nangong Ziyi said: "According to ancient records, not every blood of gods and demons will be awakened. And the blood of awakened gods and demons will have two fates. One is that the blood of gods and demons has the upper hand. The body explodes and dies. The other is controlled by the magic pattern and completely reduced to a violent monster."

Qi Jing was taken aback, why didn't it sound like a good result?

Over there, Nangong Ziyi pointed at the Wangchuan with her fingers faintly: "Did you see those black lines? Those are not ordinary lines, but magic lines. And those red things inside that look like slender petals are just It is the divine blood sealed in the magic pattern."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Yan Zhilan with a difficult expression: "Although I don't know what triggers the awakening of the blood of the gods and demons, but now it seems that the blood of the gods and demons on your body has begun to awaken."

An idea flashed in Qi Jing's mind, and he thought of a possibility: "Is it because of the magic breath in his body? Or because of the puppet array?"

Nangong Ziyi shook her head: "Now is not the time to worry about the reasons, but the consequences of the awakening of the blood of the gods and demons."

"Consequences?" Qi Jing asked confusedly, "What consequences?"

Nangong Ziyi did not continue to speak.

He suddenly remembered the message that the subordinate who had inquired about the news before reported to him.At first he didn't understand why Yan Zhilan asked the people here to leave within a quarter of an hour, but now he understood everything.

Presumably at that time Yan Zhilan was still a little sober and keenly aware of the innocent, so in order not to involve the innocent, he used this method to drive away the people.It's just that the blood of the gods and demons was too domineering, and coupled with the puppet array, he finally couldn't control his desire to kill, and killed a few people who didn't leave, and didn't even kill enough, and ran away again. Many snow wolves came back after hunting in the wild.

The demons are bloodthirsty, and the stimulation of fresh blood will further stimulate the growth of demon energy in his body, so now they see Wangchuan, the divine blood has been gradually covered and swallowed by the demon patterns.

When the River of Forgetfulness turns black, Yan Zhilan will completely lose his humanity. Even without the puppet formation, he will become a murderous bloodthirsty demon.

Nangong Ziyi glanced at Qi Jing who was worried, and swallowed these words.He thought optimistically, maybe Yan Zhilan had already died because of the puppet array before the magic pattern was completely covered?

So he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Actually, the awakening of the blood of the gods and demons is not all bad but not good."

Qi Jing listened to what he said before and stopped talking halfway, and felt sullen in his heart. Hearing what he said again, he said angrily: "What's the benefit? Exploding to death or becoming a monster?"

Nangong Ziyi didn't care about the sarcasm in his words, and smiled slightly: "Maybe it will be a blessing in disguise, breaking the control of the puppet array."

Qi Jing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he grabbed his hand: "Really? Really? How to break it?"

As long as the puppet array can be broken, Yan Zhilan's physical strength will not grow any longer. When the time comes, he will guide and drive it away, and Yan Zhilan will be able to return to a normal life.At that time, it will not be too late to find a solution to the blood of gods and demons.

Nangong Ziyi sighed and said: "The blood of gods and demons is the blood of ancient gods and demons. Even today, those monsters behind the demon gate cannot be compared with it. Unless the person who set up a puppet array to control him is the demon lord Chao Ye , otherwise other people will not be able to resist the power of the awakened blood of gods and demons. At that time, the people who set up the formation will inevitably suffer backlash, and they will be unable to control the puppet formation, and the puppet formation will naturally break down without attack."

When Qi Jing heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and shouted with great anger: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, the heavens will spare anyone! If you do many unrighteous actions, you will die yourself! Devil, die!"

After shouting, he was refreshed, and the problems that had been on his mind for a long time disappeared, and Nangong Ziyi didn't feel so unpleasant anymore, so he hooked his fingers at him and said, "While I'm in a good mood now, why don't you come and count us?" Between accounts?"

Nangong Ziyi's smile froze on her face: "A... dispute between us?"

"Yes," Qi Jing glanced at him, and told him one by one seriously, "Concealing my life experience is the first; tricking me out of the palace is the second; not reporting what I know is the third; Follow my friend, this is the fourth..."

"Stop, stop!" Nangong Ziyi interrupted him repeatedly, got up and walked out, talking about other things, "It's almost time to rest, it's time to go on the road."

Qi Jing sneered: I'll settle accounts with you on the way.

The author has something to say: on the last day of August, update it earlier!

ps: The old mother shed tears of excitement and finally kissed_(:з」∠)_