After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

At the same time that figure appeared, the alpha wolf became extremely agitated, struggling and howling crazily, with frightening anger and hatred bursting out from his eyes.

And those people who used to bark their teeth and dance their claws to be fierce and evil, now their faces are full of admiration and admiration, and their eyes are full of admiration when they look at that person. Obviously, this person's status among this group of people is very unusual.

The man was tall and tall, and in such a cold winter, he was only wearing a light blue gown, with a silver mask covering the upper half of his face. Looking at the struggling wolf, he sighed almost pitifully, "An animal is an animal after all..."

After a pause, he raised his head slightly, and looked towards the place where Qi Jing was hiding. The corners of his lips gradually curved into a strange arc, and then his lips moved slightly, and he completed the sentence almost inaudibly: "It's still not as good as human beings." ah……"

Qi Jing was inexplicably startled when he met the look in that person's eyes.

Before he had time to think about what he meant by that sentence, a powerful force suddenly struck from behind.

Qi Jing was on the top of the tree, defenseless, unable to stand steadily, and fell headlong towards the bottom.

Fortunately, Nangong Ziyi was always watching him, with sharp eyes and quick hands, she flew down and picked him up.

The two landed on another tree and stood firm. Qi Jing still had lingering fears, and looked at the culprit who pushed him down——Yan Zhilan with a complicated expression.

"Yan Zhilan, you—" Nangong Ziyi said angrily, "You—"

Qi Jing raised his hand and stopped his words.

Nangong Ziyi immediately realized something was wrong, and said in surprise, "He..."

Yan Zhilan glanced at them expressionlessly, then jumped slightly, and appeared beside the man in Tsing Yi.Immediately afterwards, like an extinguished lantern, the light in those beautifully shaped eyes suddenly disappeared, the eyes were straight, and the whole person became lifeless, like a lifeless marionette, completely losing the sense of belonging. The look of the person.

Qi Jing let out a mouthful slowly, met the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi, his mind was clearer than ever before, he said quietly: "It's the puppet formation."

"Children can be taught." The man in Tsing Yi showed admiration in his eyes, "You kid, you are much smarter than that old fellow Qi Wangshan."

Qi Jing's eyes were fixed on him. This person is not only familiar with the puppet formation, but also very familiar with Qi Wangshan. He quickly searched for information about this person in his mind, but his face didn't show it. He only pretended to be curious. He said, "Listen, you are very familiar with my father. How about I take a guess, are you my father's old subordinate? Or the confidant of a general in northern Xinjiang?"

Hearing the words, the man in Tsing Yi laughed a few times "ha ha ha" and said loudly: "Little baby, don't worry about it. Some things are not as simple as you think. You are very interesting, and the future will last forever. Today I have important things to do, we There will be a period later."

Before the word "period" fell, he waved his hand, and the people around him immediately retreated into the cave in an orderly manner.

"Wait—" Before Qi Jing could stop her, Yan Zhilan had disappeared from sight along with the figure of the man in Tsing Yi.

After he was stunned for a moment, he seemed to remember something, jumped up and landed firmly on the open space where Yan Zhilan was standing just now.

Nangong Ziyi followed closely, stood beside him, frowned and said, "Yan Zhilan..."

"Hush——" Qi Jing put his index finger on his lips and made a silent gesture, "This is not a place to talk, let's leave first."

After all, he looked around. The place was covered by a previous heavy snow, and his eyes were full of snow. When he glanced over, he couldn't see anything clearly except for the woods that could not be seen at the edge.

Qi Jing shook his head, closed his eyes to wake up.

After the man in Tsing Yi left, his spiritual power seemed to be released from the suppression, bubbling all over his body, but after a while, due to the blessing of spiritual power, the piercing chill was gradually dispelled, and the whole person seemed to be alive again. Come here in general, rosy complexion, very energetic.

Looking at Nangong Ziyi again, it was the same.

Thinking about it, when they were in the cave just now, the inexplicable and strange chill that they couldn't resist even with their spiritual power should have something to do with the people in Tsing Yi.

Qi Jing closed his eyes, concentrated his spiritual power to explore, and finally found a place, made a decisive decision, pointed in a direction, and said to Nangong Ziyi, "There."

Nangong Ziyi's spiritual power was comparable to his, so she naturally understood what he meant, nodded and said, "Yu Jian."

As the saying goes, Wangshan ran dead horses, and the place was full of thick snow. If they walked over, they would not know that they would have to go to the year of the monkey. Now that they can use their spiritual power, they naturally need to use it.

The two summoned their natal spiritual weapon, and when they were about to jump up, there was a low and hoarse whining sound from a beast.

Qi Jing heard the sound and looked down.

I don't know if the man in Tsing Yi did it on purpose or forgot, but the wolf's head was twisted into a strange position, and it was drooping powerlessly by his side, yet it still hasn't died!

At this moment, the head wolf was lying on the ground among the corpses of snow wolves. A pair of azure blue eyes stared straight at them across hundreds of bloody corpses of the same race, and a low voice kept coming out of his throat.

"Ah Jing, why don't you go?" Seeing Qi Jing suddenly stop, Nangong Ziyi followed his gaze, sighed, and said, "My neck is broken, I can't save him."

The wolf seemed to be able to understand human language. It rolled its eyes with difficulty, glanced at Nangong Ziyi, and then turned its gaze on Qi Jing.

Qi Jing suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, put away the Nine Sages, and took two steps forward.

Nangong Ziyi hurriedly jumped off the fan, followed him, and persuaded: "Jing, don't meddle in other people's business, I think this place is very weird, and now we can't protect ourselves, the most important thing is to find a place to hide. I don't think the snow wolf is a kind person, be careful that your kindness will not be rewarded, and if you are bitten back by this beast..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes opened wide.

Qi Jing walked past that wolf, followed its gaze, and found a snow wolf cub the size of two palms under an unremarkable snow wolf corpse that hadn't completely cooled down.

The cub was still at an age before opening his eyes, he probably had enough food and drink, arched his body in the palm of Qi Jing's hand, found a comfortable position, smashed his mouth, and fell asleep again.

Nangong Ziyi asked in surprise, "How do you know there is such a little thing hidden here?"

Qi Jing stroked the soft fur on the cub's body, but did not return him. After a moment of silence, he put the cub into his arms, and said to Nangong Ziyi, "Let's go."

Nangong Ziyi guessed that it was probably because the cub's breath was too weak, so she didn't notice it.He turned to look at the wolf on the ground: "What about it?"

Before he finished speaking, he realized that the question was redundant.

The wolf's head was still pointing in their direction, but at some point, all the gleam in the wolf's eyes had disappeared, and the original blue eyes had turned gray at this moment, and there was still a drop of clear tears dripping from the corner of the eye.

After entrusting the only remaining concern in the family, its life finally came to an end.

Nangong Ziyi sighed: "No wonder it keeps staring at you, it turns out it wants to ask Gu."

Qi Jing glanced at him, summoned the Nine Sages, looked in one direction, with a determined expression on his face: "Let's go."

The two walked towards the southwest with their swords and did not stop until it was dark.

Nangong Ziyi looked up at the indestructible stone city gate, and subconsciously read: "Wu Mengzhen."

The name Wu Mengzhen sounds like a gentle and graceful small town in the south of the Yangtze River at first glance, but Nangong Ziyi, who has been exploring northern Xinjiang for many years, knows that this is not the case.

As the name suggests, Wumeng Town is located in the northern border, but its heart is still in the south of the border. It is the territory of Wu Qing, the guard here, and it is also an extremely important military base.

Wu Qing was born in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. He is over fifty years old and has been stationed in northern Xinjiang for more than [-] years. He has never returned to his hometown for a day. He is loyal and unyielding.

Under the high wall made of bluestone, the city gate was half closed, leaving only an opening that could accommodate a carriage, and the entry and exit were heavily guarded, and the identities of the people who came and went were checked before they were allowed to pass.

Nangong Ziyi was beating her heart when she saw it: "This place is so well protected, how can we get in?"

Qi Jing put away the Nine Sages and walked towards the city gate: "Follow."

"Hey——" Nangong Ziyi came back to his senses, hurriedly followed, and at the same time asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, "Don't care about that one?"

Qi Jing paused, then continued to walk forward, nonchalantly said: "Don't worry about it."

Nangong Ziyi didn't believe it: "Really don't care?"

Qi Jing glanced at him, ignored him, and said to the soldiers who were checking the identities of passers-by: "Little brother, you have worked hard, the minor cold has arrived, and the severe cold is coming, drink some hot tea to warm up."

Speaking of which, he stuffed something into the soldier's hand very naturally, and then cupped his hands at the other side.

The other party looked at him for a while, nodded and said: "Two merchants, pass."

Nangong Ziyi was dumbfounded, until she followed Qi Jing into the city gate for a long time, she still hadn't recovered, and said in disbelief: "Is this allowed to pass? No way! Could it be that the general of this place has changed? Otherwise, how could he let him go so easily? Pass? Is that old guy Wu Qing finally willing to give in and quit?"

No wonder he made such a fuss.

I think he spent a lot of manpower, material and financial resources in order to find out the news, only to get a little bit of fur in northern Xinjiang.

To be precise, there are twelve cities in northern Xinjiang.All of them are as solid as gold, easy to defend but difficult to attack, especially Wu Mengzhen.

In the other eleven cities, the spies placed by Nangong Ziyi sent some news back to Lingyun Pavilion from time to time, but none of the spies from Wu Mengzhen could get in. 0.2.2.3.

Therefore, Qi Jing was able to come in so easily without revealing his identity, which almost made his jaw drop.

Qi Jing didn't know what was going on in Nangong Ziyi's mind, but by looking at his expression, he could probably guess.

He touched the snow wolf cub that was sleeping all over his arms, chose an inn at random, asked for two rooms, ordered the waiter to fetch some hot water, brought some hot dishes to the room, and then walked away into the room.

After Xiao Er retreated, only the two of them were left in the room.

Qi Jing's nerves that had been tense all the way finally loosened a little, and his brows and eyes were full of fatigue.

Nangong Ziyi poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, and said with concern: "Jing, you don't look very well, cover yourself first."

Qi Jing thanked him, took the teacup, held it in both hands, and lowered his head to take a sip of the hot tea.

The hot air of the tea is condensed in front of the eyes, and the warmth flows down from the throat to the heart.

Qi Jing was distracted by the heat for a while, and was awakened by the movement in his arms. He looked down and saw that the snow wolf cub's two fleshy front paws were holding his front tightly, and his small head was on his chest. He arched back and forth, making him itchy, and said uncomfortably: "Don't make trouble."

Nangong Ziyi had noticed that Qi Jing's expression was not right, and wanted to ask but didn't know where to start.At this moment, the silence was suddenly broken by this little thing, which was an excellent opportunity, so he poked his head over and jokingly said: "This little thing has been sleeping for so long, I'm afraid it's hungry, it treats you like a mother looking for milk!"

Qi Jing's smile instantly froze on his face, his face flushed red, and he frantically grabbed the cub: "!"

Nangong Ziyi saw that he had finally regained some of his former vitality, so she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, opened the door and called Xiao Er to fetch some fresh milk, and together with Qi Jing, fed it to the snow wolf cubs.

The little wolf cub seemed to be extremely hungry, he licked, and after a while, he licked up a large bowl of fresh milk.After eating and drinking enough, he fell down and lay in Qi Jing's arms. Under Qi Jing's gentle touch, there was a very pleasant sound of gurgling in his throat.

Seeing this, Nangong Ziyi couldn't help laughing and said, "Where is this wolf? It's clearly a little milk dog."

When Qi Jing heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "Sometimes, people's minds are much more complicated than these beasts."

"Ah Jing," Nangong Ziyi hesitated to speak, "You—" After a pause, he said again, "My condolences."

Speaking of persuading Qi Jing to mourn, why isn't he himself full of pain?

Fortunately, he doesn't have a deep relationship with his father whom he only met once, but it's just a play on the occasion, no more than Qi Jing grew up with Fuyou.

After a series of changes in Xiabu, apart from the two of them, there is no bloodline of gods in the world.Since then, they have no blood relatives except each other.

Qi Jing forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

Originally, the most important thing should be to find Yan Zhilan's whereabouts, but the incident of the leader of the snow wolf pack, Tuogu, seems to be the same thing as Fuyou pushing him out of the sea of ​​fire yesterday.

For the continuation of the bloodline, whether it is a human or a beast, at the moment of life and death, they will make the same choice-leave the hope of life to the cubs, and die alone.

Fuyou's voice and smile are still in my mind, but I will never see him again in this life.Thinking of this, Qi Jing's eyes became sore.

There was still a smile on his face, but two lines of hot tears had already rolled down, and once the tears opened, he could no longer control them.

He couldn't help sobbing and said: "Uncle You, why is he willing to abandon me? He said he wanted to see me marry a wife and have children, and also said that when I had a child, he would teach him martial arts..."

What he said was incoherent and incoherent, and finally he almost lost control and lay down on the table and cried loudly.

Nangong Ziyi sat silently by the side, feeling a little relieved: venting emotions is never a bad thing.

The previous Qi Jing looked too quiet, which always made him feel uneasy that he didn't know when the other party would be overwhelmed.Now that he had vented it, he was relieved.

He still has many doubts in his heart, but he knows that now is not the best time to ask questions, and when the time is right, Qi Jing will definitely clear up his doubts.

When Qi Jing finally finished venting and calmed down, when he looked up, he saw Nangong Ziyi sitting at the table, sleeping with his head on his hands, he wanted to laugh and felt very heartwarming.

He got up and put some clothes on Nangong Ziyi, while he stood by the window, staring at the distant sky, silently sorting out the complicated clues in his mind.

Day is coming.