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

"Ah—" Song Le screamed out after his mind went blank.

While shaking hands, he fled towards Lu Xingfu.

The insect was brownish red, and its two slender and terrifying tentacles were still moving. After being thrown off, it even flew up again.

Buzzing in mid-air, staring straight at her.

The back of Song Le's hand was still wooden, and his already soft voice became even softer at the moment: "Ah Xing, Ah Xing, Lu Xinghao, Lu Xinghao..."

The person who was yelled over and over glanced at the little girl who was so frightened that she hid towards him, and frowned.

Then he picked up a stone from the ground, squinted his eyes and threw it viciously.

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Song Le was stunned, staring at the twitching bug corpse on the uneven ground.

Just for a moment, Lu Xingfu...

"What are you looking at me for?" After Lu Xingfu finished writing the word 'de', he looked at her: "Don't forget that you are Lu Zhizhi's person."

Song Le rested his chin on his hands the whole time, his gaze was fixed on the paper, and soon moved to his face.

But seeing the wet bed and the empty room, Song Le could only hug the book again: "Why don't you go outside, there is sun in the yard."

Lu Xingfu suddenly fainted a rough ink dot.Chewing these four words in the bottom of my heart, I feel harsh.

"Don't touch me." The boy said indifferently.

how?Are you afraid?

But after a while, she came back again. From the broken window, she could be seen as a short man running, holding a pile of books in her hands.

The little girl's soft long hair was driven, and it glowed with a yellowish soft light in the sun. Her eyes were large and clear, with the ends of the eyes slightly raised. When she looked at people, she was innocent and lively.

To inform my brother.

"Oh, um..." Before recovering from the shock just now, Song Le nodded and slowly let go of his arm.

"Practice for a few years, anyone can."

Lu Xingfu was different, he never smiled, a mole of tears, against the bottomless black eyes, made people feel chills.

With the same profound and handsome appearance as Lu Zhizhi, even the position of the tear mole at the corner of his eye has not changed.

"Here you are." Song Le panted slightly as he ran, but his eyes sparkled, "These are all books."

Needless to say, Lu Xingfu started writing like a dog crawling, but after three or two hours of practice, he has already begun to take shape.

Lu Xingfu stood by the door frame, with the darkness behind him and the mottled tree shadows in front of him, frowning, he finally walked out to the table.

Lu Zhizhi laughed, the tear mole was like a small drop of amber in the sun, cheerful and transparent.

Song Le tried hard, and finally urged him to sit down at the table, so he practiced calligraphy in the yard with him that noon.

Song Le thumped when he heard the words, pretending to be at a loss: "What does it have to do with brother Zhizhi?"

Lu Xingfu looked at her fleeing figure, his eyes sank instantly, and he clenched his fists.

"You, how did you miss it just now?" She was surprised, with admiration in her eyes.

After Song Le realized what he meant, he pursed his lips in bewilderment, and then ran out.

Lu Xingfu's eyes followed her all the way, but immediately frowned after she entered the door: "What else are you here for?"

There is a stone table in the middle of the yard, and there are two stone benches beside it. Song Le put the books on the table.

After all, Lu Xingfu was still a 13-year-old boy, he was stunned by the innocent and unreserved eyes.

On the face, there was a smile but not a smile: "What do you think Lu Zhizhi is?"

"D-be a big brother."

"Then why are you clinging to me again and again?" Lu Xingfu's expression was extremely subtle.

Song Le choked, for the mission.

But in the end, he obediently raised his face and smiled, "Because I want to see you, Ah Xing."