Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le frowned when he heard the words, thought for a few seconds, and found that he was indeed difficult to deal with, so he nodded hesitantly and said, "Then... that's fine."

How old Feng Xi is now, doesn't it matter?

With this thought in mind, she lay down on the bed and lifted the corner of her clothes to reveal the wound on her waist.

It is long and thick, red and swollen, with bloodshot eyes, like a centipede, running across the back.

Feng Xi took the small medicine bottle, looked at it blankly, and became more cautious in his movements.

Song Le turned her head to look at him uneasy at first, after all, the pain is her own, if he loses his attention, she will die of pain.

Although Feng Xi is young, but his fingers are extremely slender, Song Le watched as he gently dipped some liquid medicine on his fingertips, and then slowly rubbed it on.

Light as a feather.

"Master, is this okay?" He raised his eyes and asked.

When the cool medicine was applied to the wound, it was like a clear spring flowing into the desert, relieving the previous burning pain. Song Le hummed, feeling extremely comfortable. He wanted to squint his eyes, but his face was still calm, and said: "Okay, just sprinkle it on." , don’t worry so much.”

Feng Xi looked at him in amazement, don't you have to worry so much?

Then what is the tension he tried to hide just now?Aren't you afraid of pain?What a good face.

Bowing his head, with a silent smile in his eyes, Feng Xi replied: "Okay."

Sprinkle it slowly, spread it evenly, and after seeing that the redness seems to have subsided a little bit, a stick of incense time has passed, Feng Xi raised his head in relief, and then... unexpectedly saw that he had fallen asleep.

That's it, fell asleep?

Feng Xi tentatively called out: "Master?"

"Master?"

"Master."

"Master..."

It seemed that he was really tired, he was already fast asleep, and he couldn't be woken up.

Feng Xi's fingertips slipped on the side of his slender waist——Is he so reassuring, is he defenseless, or is he too confident?

Staring at his jade-like white side face, Feng Xi lay down beside him, facing his peaceful sleeping face, stretched out his hand, and brushed his soft chin from the air, the little boy's bright star-like eyes There was no longer any restraint in the eyes, and the appearance of this man with his hair untied and long hair carelessly loosened was even more attractive.

Feng Xi moved closer, smelled the tea-like fragrance, licked his lips, and had a slim waist, very pretty.

……

The next day.

Song Le slept on his stomach for a night, woke up in the morning, his waist had healed a lot, and when he walked out refreshed, he happened to see Liu Tingfeng's disciples in green clothes carrying several coffins through the courtyard.

Probably dealing with yesterday's... corpse.

Thinking of Fang Zhiyuan, who was made a scapegoat and died tragically as the head of the sect, Song Le didn't know what to think for a moment, and his mind was complicated, so he heard a familiar voice: "Is the younger brother sympathizing with them?"

There seemed to be a gentle smile in the words, it was Ye Ruyuan.

Song Le didn't even look at him, and said duplicity: "What do you sympathize with, the strong prey on the weak, isn't it very common?"

"That's right, but it's too heartless for Junior Brother to say that." Ye Ruyuan shook his head helplessly, and said regretfully, "What's more, there is a Fang Sect Leader who has spoken for you, this is a very good person, I didn't expect to die like this not worth."

Hearing this, Song Le sighed inwardly, this Fang Zhiyuan is indeed a good old man, it is okay to say he is upright and kind, others come here to Liu Tingfeng saying they are to share Liu Weiming's worries, but in fact they are here to win treasures, but Fang Zhiyuan is definitely for The friend came here because of his contribution, and treats everyone equally, and it is the same with Song Wuyou, he is gentle and gentle, and he will help if he can.

She was silent, and said: "It's not necessarily death, isn't there that Chi Lianzhu?"

Ye Ruyuan nodded, and looked towards the direction where the coffin was being carried away. He didn't smile until those disciples disappeared from sight, and asked instead, "Didn't Junior Brother notice anything strange?"