The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans

Compared with Ling Chunan's comfort, Qi Yang's things have not been going well these few days. Ever since he brought the girl back that day, he was almost bitten by the girl who suddenly turned into a zombie, and finally let the girl who turned into a zombie escape After reading it, he made up his mind that he must work hard to practice the skills of a celestial master, but the first question stumped him.

He is just an ordinary student, and an ordinary student from a family that is not very rich, but whether it is drawing symbols or doing other things, he needs money.

But with his current situation, he couldn't even afford better talisman papers, let alone other magic tools.

First, he was defeated by reality, and then Qi Yang was caught by Zhang Feng the next day. Looking at the other's arm still hanging on his chest, he finally remembered what he forgot. It seems that he volunteered to pick him up the day before ...

In order to apologize, he invited a few more people for a meal, but when he came back, he was haunted by a ghost again.

Hearing this little ghost cry for several days, Qi Yang, whose study and rest time was seriously affected, finally became angry. He picked up the soul-suppressing talisman he had just written, input spiritual power, and said in a dark voice: Try crying?"

The kid was about twelve or thirteen years old, he was a little boy, if you ignore his bloody face, his eyes were still big and bright, he looked at the spell in Qi Yang's hand, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and he hit him Hiccup, finally stopped crying.

"Okay, tell me now, what's going on? Why did you follow me?" Seeing that the kid finally stopped crying, Qi Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

However, just after he asked this question, the kid cried again.

Qi Yang: "..."

"Host, the hero is haunted by a brat." 098 laughed as he reported, this hero must have a good temper, obviously there should be many ways to kill the brat, and he endured it for so many days.

"Huh?" Ling Chunan questioned, "What brat?"

"It seems to be a car accident ghost. So far, he has not said a word except crying around the hero." 098 replied obediently, "This ghost came back after the hero invited his classmates to dinner on the second day of school. The ones I met on the road belonged to people outside the plot." After all, in the plot, the male lead didn't let his classmates dove off the day before, nor did he invite anyone to dinner, and it was all indirectly caused by Ling Chunan.

After listening to 098's supplement, Ling Chunan nodded, "Attention anytime."

"Honey, we're ready to go." Han Fenglian came out of the room carrying two suitcases, leaned over and kissed Ling Chunan on the forehead, "It will take about three hours by car, we'll go back and stay for three days, do you think it's okay? "

"it is good."

Ling Chunan is still a little curious about the legendary first family of heavenly masters whose name is only heard in the book. As for whether his identity will be discovered, Ling Chunan is not worried. According to Han Fenglian, unless Xiu Xiu Because he is taller than him, otherwise it would be impossible to discover Ling Chunan's identity, not to mention that Ling Chunan still has his special hidden magic weapon.

Han Fenglian's house is located on the top floor of a high-end apartment building in the center of Beicheng City. The entire floor is his, but it feels like a big hermit in the city. The house is not far from Beijing University, and the neighborhood where the male protagonist lives is two It's across the street, so Ling Chunan didn't think about moving after he brought him here.

After Han Fenglian put the suitcase away, he found Ling Chunan sitting in the driver's seat, "Honey, do you want to drive?"

"Obviously." Ling Chunan raised his chin, "Don't you believe I can drive?"

"Of course not." Han Fenglian simply turned around and opened the co-pilot's door and sat on it.

Although Ling Chunan has never driven a car in his current body, and even watched Han Fenglian drive a few times, it is clear that Ling Chunan knew how to drive before, and his skills are quite good.

Han Fenglian didn't question Ling Chunan's skillful movements, obviously in his eyes, no matter what his baby did, he took it for granted.

Ling Chunan drove the car out of the community smoothly, and then crossed two streets, just in time to bump into the male protagonist who just left the house. The kid behind him was still crying persistently, looking extremely miserable, and we are so happy The tempered male protagonist seemed to be about to explode, and his usually calm eyes were stained with a little anxiety.

Han Fenglian glanced at the direction of Ling Chunan's gaze, "Baby know that man?"

Ling Chunan shook his head, "I don't know."

Han Fenglian's expression became much better, and he continued to ask without giving up the possibility of all rivals in love: "Does the baby like that little devil?"

Stepping on the brakes, parking the car in front of the sidewalk and waiting for the traffic light, Ling Chunan turned his head and glanced at Han Fenglian, "What if I like it?"

Hearing Ling Chunan's words, Han Fenglian's expression froze immediately, but soon recovered, "If the baby likes it, I can take it back."

Without Ling Chunan's analysis, he could hear how unwilling this person was, and immediately laughed, "My aesthetics haven't been distorted yet."

Han Fenglian: "Baby's aesthetic is naturally the best! Baby, the green light is here."

After glancing at the man who was proud of something, Ling Chunan started the car again.

Qi Yang did notice the car slowly passing by him, but what he paid attention to was not the people in the car, but the sign of the car's high value, he lamented in his heart that rich people are good, Accompanied by crying, he continued to walk towards the school.

Because of this ghost, he hasn't attended class for two days in a row. If he doesn't take today's professional class, he will have to retake it next semester. Retaking it in the last semester of his senior year is not as simple as losing face, it is simply embarrassing.

Two and a half hours later, the car stopped at the end of a mountain road with a tall cliff in front of it.

"Is this right here?" Ling Chunan, who was sitting in the co-pilot again, asked after being chased by the traffic police for dozens of kilometers because of speeding.

"Yes." Han Fenglian looked nostalgic, "I haven't been back for a long time."

After speaking, Han Fenglian opened the car window, made a gesture, and then threw out a spell.

The talisman turned into a light blue light and scattered forward, and then the cliff in front of the car gradually spread to both sides, and finally turned into a wide road.

Seeing the change in the road, Ling Chunan became more energetic, and his waist, which was originally slumped in the seat, straightened up.

"This is a small mechanism formed by combining some formations and hand formulas. If you are interested, baby, I will show you the principle when you go back." Han Fenglian said.

"Okay." It is actually very easy to achieve this effect with the method of a cultivator, but obviously this is not a simple technique of a cultivator. Ling Chunan is still very interested in this new combination formation.

This road is about one kilometer, and within a few minutes, the car went out of the valley and drove into a huge, antique manor, with the word "Han Mansion" written on the gate of the manor.

Before the car stopped, there was an old man with white hair standing in front of him. At the same time, Ling Chunan could feel the aura of at least a dozen masters nearby. According to their strength, if he broke through alone Come in, it may not be safe to leave.

This place is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Looking at the old man in front of him, Ling Chunan sighed.

Seeing Han Fenglian getting out of the car, the old man who had just made a defensive gesture was full of joy, bowed and saluted, "Welcome Patriarch!"

"Uncle Han, you don't need to be too polite." Han Fenglian nodded in response, then walked to the side and took Ling Chunan's hand who got out of the car, his expression softened, "This is Cangyu, my lover. Baby, this is Han Uncle, is the housekeeper of the Han family, and he raised me since I was a child."

Ling Chunan smiled generously at the old man, "Hello Bo Han."

Han Bo also showed a kind smile to Ling Chunan, and saluted again, "Master Cang is good."

"The Patriarch won't leave when he comes back this time?" Han Bo asked as he led the way.

"I came back this time to take one thing, and I will leave in three days." Han Fenglian said, "In addition, I will take some people out."

Without asking what happened to Han Fenglian, Han Bo just asked: "Can I bring the old man with me?"

"nature."

Ling Chunan didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two, he was listening to the data reported by 098, "Master, there are a total of thousands of cultivators in the Han Mansion, of which there are more than [-] cultivators who are similar to when you woke up that day. You now have the equivalent of fifty people, and no trace of the missionaries has been found."

According to this data, if the Han family was born in the original text, there would be no reason for the arrogance of the Zombie King. Thinking of this possibility, 098 couldn't help fighting a cold war. Fortunately, these people are all grown-ups.

On the way, Han Fenglian was stumbled by his subordinates who were very excited when they learned that he was back. Ling Chunan and Han Bo first went to the room where he was going to stay for the next three days.

"Master Cang, this is the owner's room. I've kept it as it is all these years." Pushing open the bedroom door, Han Bo stood aside and said respectfully to Ling Chunan, "Take a rest first, and I'll make you a cup of tea." Tea, may I ask what kind of tea does Young Master Cang like?"

"Don't bother, thank you." Ling Chunan smiled, "I'll just wait for him here."

"Well, I'll wait outside. If Young Master Cang has anything to do, just tell me. You are the lover of the head of the house, and the head of the head of our Han family. Please don't be cautious." The old man bowed and stepped back.

Ling Chunan closed the door and walked to the window, opened the window, and saw a garden full of rose flowers, a little farther away was a rockery, and a little further away was a small pond, in which the water lilies were closing their buds under the warm sunshine fell asleep quietly.

"It's really nice here." Ling Chunan said.

"The host can come here to live in seclusion after saving Xia Lingyan." 098 suggested, and then reported, "Host, there are three people peeping at you behind the rockery, and there are two people in the grass a hundred meters away on the left, and 50 meters ahead. There are four people behind the flowering branches, two people behind the willow tree 70 meters away on the right, and several people in the gazebo on the opposite hillside."