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

The black chicken was caught violently, and it was already frightened, but it was held and walked all the way. When it was suddenly released, the whole chicken fluttered wildly up and down.

The chicken wings flapped frantically on the woman's clothes, and then landed. The chicken feet caught the woman's hip-covering skirt abruptly and slid down.

The woman screamed, screaming and avoiding as if she had lost her mind, but the 'disaster' was far from over,—

Not only was the hem of the skirt torn apart, but a long streak of blood slid out of the calf from the knee down.

The long nails of the chicken's feet were hooked, and the strength was not light, and it was so frightened that it kicked.

For a moment, the scene was particularly tragic.

Song Le held a flamboyant and beautiful smile, and Tao Hua's eyes contained indifference and disdain, and said slowly, "Oh, I'm sorry, but I didn't expect this chicken to be so lethal, I thought what you said was true , isn't it scary?"

The tall and slender figure of the young girl stood there with a natural arrogance and hostility.

That disobedient and slightly provocative smile fell into the eyes of Ye Han who had just returned from picking up firewood on the mountain, like a big stone dropped into a calm lake, ripples appeared and continued to expand.

He pursed his lips, paused in place, and blinked his clear brown eyes.

On the other side, Song Le, who was returning with a tooth for a tooth, was feeling extremely relieved, and didn't notice his existence at all.

After the revenge, Song Le laughed and cruelly captured the black chicken back, dragged it to the kitchen and tied it up for a meal, then clapped his hands and went to the small bathroom to wash it up.

Gee.

It turns out that venting is such a refreshing thing.

Song Le looked at himself in the mirror with comfortable eyes and brows, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around and walked out, he raised his eyes and saw Ye Han standing at the door.

shit.

"Scare me," Song Le stepped back a little later, looked at him with wide eyes, and subconsciously gave way.

But Ye Han didn't intend to walk in, instead he hesitated to say: "Your hand..."

Song Le was puzzled, and looked at his hand, only to realize that there was a not-so-shallow wound on the index finger of his right hand.

It was probably because I was so happy just now that I didn't feel anything at all, and it wasn't until I saw it now that I felt a faint sense of pain.

Hey, it's better not to know.

Song Le waved his hands indifferently and said, "It's okay."

However, Ye Han didn't seem to think that it was all right, he took out a small tube of medicine in preparation, looked at her with clear eyes and said, "Let's take some medicine."

The boy's voice is exceptionally low, clean and peaceful.

Song Le subconsciously nodded in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he had already extended his hand to him.

"..." Was he confused by that handsome and harmless face?Is she so weak?

Waiting embarrassingly for him to finish painting lightly, Song Le withdrew his hand immediately, and thanked him more carefreely in order to correct the slightly ambiguous atmosphere.

Ye Han quickly shook his head, pursed his lips slightly and said, "You're welcome."

After she left, the cameraman gave him several more shots - the appearance of this rural boy can also be a highlight of the show.

Maybe it will become popular in the future, thanks to their program group.

After Ye Han noticed it, he frowned and walked away. The restraint he had just now was no longer there. He only repelled and rejected the camera.

Go back to your room and close the door.

Leaning against the back of the door, Ye Han couldn't help touching the pulp of her fingertips just now, and pursed his lips happily.