Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Li Wenhuan’s body was trembling in his arms. Fortunately, the weather was hot enough at this moment, or for psychological reasons. After a while, his interest came up, and his attention was distracted, and he didn’t feel cold anymore. .

When the **** was strong, Wan Zihuai felt a warm current in his body in a dazed manner. This warm current spread along the heart to every corner of his body, making him feel warm all over his body.

Li Wenhuan also noticed the changes in his body, but when he stopped to look at one or two, Wanzi wrapped his arms around his neck, rolled over and rode on him, and instantly pulled him back into the abyss of desire. .

When the two reached the peak, with a bang, something exploded in their minds. Wanzi, who couldn't bear the pain, had his eyes black and passed out directly.

...

As if he had sensed something, Meng Zezhi's motion in his hand was stagnant, and the yellow symbol in his pen instantly lost his spirituality.

He put down the pen, grabbed the yellow talisman and threw it into the wastepaper basket at his feet, then took the talisman drawn on the table and handed it to Xie Bowen who was waiting next to him: "Remember, every corner is To post it, don't miss it."

"Hey." Xie Bowen stretched out his hand and couldn't help asking: "Dad, when did you say Li Wenhuan came to the door?"

It's no way to be so worried all day.

Meng Zezhi picked up the brush and dipped it in the inkstone, took the pen and wrote on a blank piece of yellow paper: "That's what happened in the past two days."

...

It was the third morning when Wan Zihuai woke up again.

The evil spirits rushed across his body, bringing bitter cold and pain.

With cold sweat on his forehead, his face was pale, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his lips were cracked due to dryness. He looked in a trance and his eyes were lost: "Cold, Wen Huan, I'm so cold..."

Li Wenhuan saw that his canthus was about to split, but he didn't dare to get too close to Wan Zihuai. Because the closer he got to Wanzi's arms, the more Yin Qi poured into Wanzi's body from him.

Li Wenhuan could only cast his anger on the captured middle-aged Taoist priest. He kicked the middle-aged Taoist priest full of flesh and said sharply, "Say, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest crawled and rolled, kneeling on the ground, not daring to resist, he stretched out his sleeve and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice was full of horror: "I figured it out. It's an arrogant formation..."

He spoke very quickly to Li Wenhuan about the principle and function of the arrogant formation.

Li Wenhuan didn't understand this, he just wanted to know one thing now: "Say, how can I crack this arrogant array?"

"It's not difficult," the middle-aged Taoist priest said hurriedly: "Just kill the people who set up the formation."

The man in the formation?

Li Wenhuan frowned, Wan Zihuai was almost inseparable from him these days, except for three days ago...

Reminiscing about what Wan Zihuai did that day, the pupils were tight at the moment, and he could not care about the others. He immediately walked to the bed in three steps and two steps, clasped Wan Zihuai’s shoulders, and asked urgently: "Zihuai, who on earth gave you the packet of medicine and the jade pendant three days ago?"

Wan Zihuai was delirious. When Li Wenhuan asked, he said in a daze: "He, he said his name is Xie Guangsheng."

"Xie Guangsheng!" Li Wenhuan gritted his teeth with a grim look.

In the corner, the middle-aged Taoist priest shivered. He watched the timing and walked cautiously to the door of the room. When he reached the place, he reached out and touched the doorknob. Just when he was ecstatic and ready to take the door and flee Hearing a bang, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His body twitched, and he looked down in disbelief, and saw that a palm-sized blood hole appeared on his fat belly, and his intestines and liver fell on the ground.

He thought that what the master said was right, and those who do bad things will not end well.

Then only a plop was heard, and he fell backward, staring straight at the ceiling.

It's actually a dead end.

"Wen Huan, I'm so uncomfortable, am I going to die?" Wan Zi curled up in his arms, his eyes dull.

"No, I won't let you have an accident." Li Wenhuan hugged him with a deep gaze: "If you bear it again, it won't hurt right away."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the shadow in the corner and shouted: "The third and fourth child will take good care of Madam, and the others will follow me."

A figure appeared in the corner, and he bowed in response: "Yes."

When Li Wenhuan came to the door, Meng Zezhi and others were having breakfast.

With a loud bang, a small piece of the door fragment of the knocked-out villa fell on the dining table impartially. Unexpectedly, the soup on the table splashed Han Daqin and others' faces.

"Who is Xie Guangsheng?"

At the gate, Li Wenhuan hung in the air with a cold face, scarlet eyes, and no wind in his clothes.

"It's me." Meng Zezhi threw away the chopsticks in his hand, winked at the frightened Han Daqin and the others, and motioned them to go upstairs.

Han Daqin couldn't wait to pull Duan Congyan upstairs. Duan Congyan glanced at Meng Zezhi, knowing that it would be a burden to stay here, so it was Han Daqin's actions.

Li Wenhuan was never a man of ignorance. Just seeing Meng Zezhi's self-confidence, he had to make him vigilant, and he said sharply: "What a hero is with the means behind his back!"

Meng Ze knows this, and he nodded: "It's not as if it's harder to be more or less serious. It's a matter of being upright and honest, killing people if you want to kill, or setting fire if you want to set it on fire."

Li Wenhuan couldn't hear the mockery in Meng Zezhi's tone, his face sank: "You--"

The next moment, Meng Zezhi flipped his wrist, and dozens of talisman papers came out of his hand, and the long sword on the wooden stand in the corner flew out of its sheath and landed firmly on the palm of his hand.

He stepped on the dinner table, kicked hard, and attacked Li Wenhuan.

"Hit it, hit it, where there is so much nonsense!"

Li Wenhuan avoided the talisman attack with his front foot, and the next moment, the long sword whizzed towards him.

He swiped his palm, and the moment the sword and the long sword collided, his energy poured out, instantly crushing the marble floor and potted plants closer to them into powder.

"boom--"

Meng Zezhi flew upside down and stepped on the stairs before he stood firm. He looked up and Li Wenhuan and his three men really took advantage of the situation to attack.

Seeing this scene, the corner of his mouth curled: "Good job!"

As he said, he took out a remote control in his hand, pressed the switch, and immediately put down a chain of iron doors on the door of the villa and the surrounding windows, and the doors were covered with yellow symbols.

The moment he stepped into the villa, Li Wenhuan noticed something was wrong, it was Yang Qi, it was the overwhelming Yang Qi.

"Lieyang Formation." Li Wenhuan's pupils shrank slightly, and there was more than just one set.

The reason why Li Wenhuan was able to show up during the day was not because he was not afraid of the sun, but because the sun did little harm to him, but the Yang Qi in the villa was clearly more than a hundred times stronger than the outside world. It was Li Wenhuan who was in Under such an environment, I also feel extremely strenuous.

He turned his head and looked at the three men behind him. The strong yang energy was constantly eroding the yin energy around them. Amidst the sizzling sound, drops of black unidentified liquid fell along their bodies to the ground, corroding on the floor. Holes the size of a walnut.

They couldn't help crying in pain, "Master!"

"I underestimated you," Li Wenhuan gritted his teeth, the matter is now, and he has no retreat.

After speaking, he attacked Meng Zezhi.

At first, Meng Zezhi, who was barely a novice, was just tired of coping. As his moves became more and more fluent, after dozens of moves, he actually drew a tie with Li Wenhuan, who had fallen again and again.

It's not in vain that he has worked **** the collected sword moves in the past half month.

Can't go on like this anymore-

The longer the delay, the more dangerous Wan Zihuai.

Li Wenhuan made a decisive decision and spoke to the three men: "Go upstairs and take those guys hostage."

"Yes!"

Seeing the three flying upstairs, Meng Zezhi was about to step forward to stop him. The next moment, Li Wenhuan entangled him.

"Here--" Following the breath of the living, the three of them found the room where Han Daqin and others were hiding within a short while.

Looking at the door covered with talisman paper, the three of them looked solemn.

"What to do?" one of them asked.

"Can't wait, wait any longer, we will be refined by the Yang Qi here." Another person gritted his teeth and said, "Bump it!"

After speaking, he took the lead and ran into the door. The moment his body touched the talisman, an electric light slammed on him, and the talisman turned into ashes.

The other two met, and rushed forward without hesitation.

In the room, Han Daqin squeezed the paper folded into a triangle in one hand, and firmly protected the two of Xie Bowen behind him with the other hand. He swallowed his saliva, sweating on his forehead as he heard the door knocking from his ear. under.

As soon as the door was smashed open, Han Daqin's eyes widened, and he raised the triangle symbol in his hand and smashed it towards others.

Unprepared, Li Gui, who rushed in first, was hit by the talisman paper.

"Ah—" He only heard a scream, Li Gui flew out, hit the wall, and was hit by the talisman paper on the wall. Amidst the screams, Li Gui turned into a cloud of black dust. On the ground.

It's soul frightened.

"Old Seven—" The remaining two Li Guigai were about to split.

Han Daqin's eyes lit up: "Throw it, throw it—"

The two ghosts looked terrified, evading the talisman attack in embarrassment, but they couldn't get close to Han Daqin and the others.

Han Daqin became more and more proud, until he reached into his pocket again but felt empty: "Where is the talisman, where's the talisman?"

His complexion changed, and his voice was faint: "Used, used up?"

Hearing this, the two ghosts slowed down and looked grim: "You damn—"

With that said, the two rushed directly to the three of Han Daqin.

Han Daqin was terrified: "Thanks, Uncle Xie, help—"

Xie Bowen looked terrified, and subconsciously grabbed the things on the bookshelf behind him and threw them on the two Li ghosts.

When the wooden box flew into the air, the lid of the box was opened, and the contents scattered out, and a small part happened to hit one of the ghosts.

There was another scream, and sparks were constantly emitting from the powder on Li Gui's body, and his figure instantly dimmed again.

it works!

Xie Bowen's eyes lit up, and he looked back at the bookshelf, and just about to grab the remaining wooden box, he was snatched by Han Daqin.

Eating a ditch and gaining a wisdom, he repeatedly said: "I'll come, I'll come, spread it slowly, don't be anxious..."

On the other side, Meng Zezhi, who heard the call for help, was slightly distracted, and the next moment he was caught by Li Wenhuan's neck.

Li Wenhuan's pupils tightened and he was about to pinch Meng Zezhi's neck, and then he was pierced into the chest by Meng Zezhi's backhand sword.

Li Wenhuan's complexion changed drastically, and his aura suddenly became a mess. Amidst the stabbing sound, Meng Zezhi flew out and slammed on the sofa.

Only half of the long sword in his hand was left, and the part inserted into Li Wenhuan's body was corroded.

Meng Zezhi reached out his hand and touched the blood on his mouth, resisting the pain, ran upstairs.

Li Wenhuan clutched his chest, his eyes were red, and he lived for hundreds of years. Meng Zezhi was the first person to make him so embarrassed, and he was completely irritated.

No matter what the price is, he must let Meng Ze know that there is no place to bury him.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and underground Yin Qi within a hundred li's radius continuously poured into him, and his appearance was also aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then he flew to catch up.

"No, no more--" Han Daqin looked at the empty box, his scalp numb.

The next moment, Meng Zezhi entered the door, saw the scene in the house, and threw out the remnant sword in his hand without hesitation.

After two muffled hums, the two exhausted ghosts who had been tossed by the Han Daqin trio were nailed to the wall with long swords, following the footsteps of the first ghost.

Han Daqin came back to his senses in an instant, with a smile on his face: "Uncle Xie."

Meng Zezhi had no time to talk. He turned around and waved his hand. The door slammed shut, half of the talisman paper on the surrounding walls flew towards the door, instantly blocking the door tightly.

Outside the door, Li Wenhuan stabilized his figure and said coldly: "I want to see what tricks you can do."

After speaking, Li Wenhuan gathered the evil spirits around his body and waved out with a palm, and an invisible Qi blade hit the door of the room.

Every time it was smashed, a piece of talisman paper turned into ashes in the door.

Han Daqin shrank his neck subconsciously: "Thanks, Uncle Xie, what should I do now?"

Meng Zezhi still didn’t know that Li Wenhuan outside had to offer assassins to deal with him. He only thought that because of the arrogant formation and the Lieyang formation, Li Wenhuan’s strength had been suppressed to the lowest point, and he was seriously injured just now. Li Wenhuan must have been the end of the battle at this moment.

But he didn't have any weapons either. It was really not a wise move to go up and fight Li Wenhuan at this time.

It would be better to consume his strength first.

Meng Zezhi had an idea instantly. He walked to the desk and took out the yellow talisman paper, writing brush and inkstone from the drawer. He turned around and was about to get the cinnabar on the shelf, but he felt empty: "Well, what about cinnabar." ?"

Xie Bowen and the two looked at the wooden box in Han Daqin's hands subconsciously.

Han Daqin shrank his neck and stammered: "Uncle Xie, I don't want to. We ran out of the talisman you gave us. I didn't expect this cinnabar to be useful to ghosts. We, we used it. ..."

Speaking of this, his eyes lit up: "By the way, the ground, it's all on the ground, collect it—"

While talking, he looked up to the ground, and then lost his voice.

The cinnabar and talisman paper on the ground had long been corroded by the black unidentified liquid dripping from the two Li ghosts, leaving only pits in the ground.

"Forget it," Meng Zezhi frowned, and then as if thinking of something, he repeatedly asked: "By the way, whoever of you is still a boy, it will be useful for you to pee."

With that said, he took the lead to look at Xie Bowen.

Xie Bowen blushed and said: "Dad, you forgot, I had a boyfriend before."

Meng Zezhi turned his head and looked at Han Daqin.

Han Daqin said brazenly: "Don't look at me, I started eating meat when I was eighteen."

Meng Zezhi looked towards Duan Congyan with hindsight.

Duan Congyan tightened his spine in an instant. He tightened the corners of his lips. A faint blush appeared on his face, which spread to the back of his neck. He opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Meng Zezhi covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and said, "You, turn around."

Xie Bowen did it according to his words, and at the end, he did not forget to pull Han Daqin.

Han Daqin looked in a daze, always feeling as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

Duan Congyan's face was so hot that he hardly dared to look at Meng Zezhi, but turned around silently, facing the wall, and reached out to untie the belt on his waist.

Xu is extremely slow because of his shyness or the inconvenience of one hand.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes, took two steps forward, hugged him in his arms, and said, "I will help you."

The author has something to say:

Regarding the previous chapter: there is an explanation later, don't panic!

Stupid Author: This is the advantage of a sprained wrist!

Meng Zezhi: I heard someone compares me to Fahai!

Duan Congyan: The eminent monk is bound to play! Honestly. jpg!