Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 199: Self-Cultivation of Love Tribulation (4)
Fox Rory talked a lot.

Xue Xingchi felt that it was not very reliable.

He suddenly became interested, dull, and the overly presumptuous smile disappeared from his white face, leaving only a dead silence.

The fox immediately shut his mouth.

Its fluffy fur exploded, terrified.

Xue Xingchi was not in the mood to take care of it, he left the fox behind and returned to the hotel.

Opening the door casually, the layers of spells and protective spells seemed to him to be non-existent. Xue Xingchi easily walked into Ling Chan's room.

The warm fragrance is floating, it is the fragrance of flowers with clear dew in early spring.

Ling Chan was lying on the wide wooden bed, sleeping deeply, her slender eyelashes covered her lower eyelids, her pink skin was flushed red.

Xue Xingchi looked at Ling Chan carefully.

The girl he caught a glimpse of ten years ago made him toss and turn, and he never forgot. He finally waited until she came down the mountain.

Xue Xingchi imagined Ling Chan's appearance when he grew up, he must be sweet and cute, like all Wushan people, full of benevolence and morality, which makes people upset.

He will definitely choose a way of death for her carefully, and send her on her way properly.

But... She doesn't look like those stubborn donkeys now.

Ling Chan doesn't have a sense of justice and kindness.

Xue Xingchi felt disappointed.

Why does he think the fox is unreliable?
Because...the fox didn't even notice that Xue Xingchi's embrace of Ling Chan...was murderous.

Ling Chan's current temper is very much to his liking.

Xue Xingchi wanted to kill her even more.

The girl sleeping soundly on the bed had long, jet-black hair like crow feathers scattered around her slender, slender neck.

Xue Xingchi put his hand on it fascinated.

very warm.

The light blue blood vessels were throbbing, beating under his palm.

A little itchy, a little warm, a little joy...

"Well……"

Ling Chan snorted, shrunk her chin in discomfort, and rubbed Xue Xingchi's hand.

Xue Xingchi withdrew his hand as if it was hot.

Seeing the sleeping girl grunt, she turned over, half of her face retracted into the quilt.

Xue Xingchi's heart was beating thumpingly, looking at his pink and white face, which was only half exposed, he was dazed.

So cute... What kind of death is worthy of Lingchan?
He thought about it for a long time.

Until Ling Chan kicked the quilt away and muttered, "Hot..."

Xue Xingchi caught the quilt with quick eyes and hands, and covered Ling Chan again, carefully pressing down the four corners, preventing Ling Chan from kicking the quilt away.

Ling Chan twisted a few times in the quilt, and soon broke out in sweat, "It's so hot..."

Xue Xingchi thought for a while, then turned and opened the window.

Hee hee, the cool wind blows in slowly, causing Chan to close her eyes tightly and smile sweetly.

Xue Xingchi stood aside, staring at her in a daze.

Xue Xingchi reluctantly left until the sky was twilight and a light duck shell green appeared on the horizon, making Chan's long eyelashes tremble.

……

Xue Xingchi went back to his room. Someone still brought the clothes over last night. He rummaged around critically, managed to find a decent one, and ran to the courtyard of the hotel in a hurry.

After Ling Chan jumped onto the roof and finished training with the help of the ignorant energy from the sky, she opened her eyes and saw Xue Xingchi standing in the yard, looking into the distance with a melancholy expression.

It was already daylight.

The early spring sun was clung to the hazy mist, covering him vastly. Xue Xingchi raised his eyes to look at Ling Chan, and there seemed to be a thick fog that could not be dispelled in his dark eyes, quiet and gloomy.

Ling Chan: "..."

What's wrong?Why don't you smile when you see me practicing?
Xue Xingchi waited for a long time, but Ling Chan didn't open his mouth, so he had to accept his own role, sad and yearning, "Cultivation...what does it feel like?"

"It doesn't feel like a monk is not omnipotent." Ling Chan's face was paralyzed.

Although this small world can cultivate, its aura has collapsed, and it has already entered the age of doom.

Xue Xingchi nodded, and asked again: "Did you rest well yesterday?"

He was full of uncontrollable pride, "Is the hotel I recommended to you very good?" I took care of you very carefully last night!Sure to have a great night's sleep!

Ling Chan: "..."

She said with a wooden face, "Not at all."

She gritted her teeth, "The quality of the facilities in this store is too poor. The windows were blown open by the wind yesterday, and the bugs that flew in bit me all over my body."

"The so-called monks are nothing more than empty cultivation bases! Even some little bugs can sneakily bite me while I'm asleep!"

Ling Chan thought of being stared at for the whole night last night, her whole body was stiff while pretending to be sleeping, and now she was feeling uncomfortable, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she tried her best to connotate Xue Xingchi.

Xue Xingchi: "..."

Where did the precious little prince take care of others?He knew to cover Ling Chan with a quilt because it was a common plot in the script!

He himself, a person who can't cultivate, can prevent mosquitoes from invading, but Ling Chan, a monk, can't?

Xue Xingchi was wronged to death, Baba said: "You can't blame me..."

"Of course I don't blame you," Ling Chan gritted her teeth, "I can only blame the evil wind last night!"

...the two had breakfast together, and not long after, Ling Chan received a letter from the mayor of Wushan.

The members of the Wushan inspection team have arrived, and they will start to investigate the affairs of the Jin Mansion.

Ling Chan can go.

She reached out and knocked on the table. Xue Xingchi, who was concentrating on reading the script, looked up at her.

Ling Chan: "I'm leaving. As one of the participants in the Jinfu incident, you either follow me, or go to Wushan Town government office for isolation."

"It was you who followed me," Xue Xingchi said decisively, "You promised to send me back to Dayong."

"?" Ling Chan asked, "When did I promise?"

"?" Xue Xingchi was furious, "How dare you not admit it!"

Ling Chan never agreed, but Xue Xingchi never refused him. Ling Chan didn't answer, and he tacitly agreed that Ling Chan agreed.

[We are going to Huachun City, Huachun City is at the junction of Dayan and Dayong,] the system is looking at the map, 【We can take Xue Xingchi to Huachun first. 】

【Maybe he just slipped away by himself while walking. 】

Ling Chan looked at Xue Xingchi on the opposite side.

Xue Xingchi caught her gaze and smiled at her, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were like cold pools.

An image of a prince who is a bit arrogant and a bit squeamish.

But he sneaked into Ling Chan's room in the middle of the night, and none of Ling Chan's spells could stop him.

After a long absence, Chan felt her scalp tingling, and the strong sense of crisis turned into a surge of excitement into her brain, making her shudder.

Stronger than her, more ruthless than her, more perverted than her, and even wants to kill her.

What should she do?
……

With the rumble of the carriage, Xue Xingchi slumped on the chair.

Opposite him, Ling Chan was sitting upright, with her hands on her knees, her palms facing the sky, her eyes closed and rested.

It was difficult for Xue Xingchi to control his gaze, as if it had its own consciousness, it always slid towards Ling Chan's wrist.

There was no flesh on the slender wrist, and the turquoise blood vessels slightly floated from the soft white skin. Xue Xingchi recalled the feeling of the neck artery pulsating in his palm last night.

He felt itchy.

Picking up a pot of tea casually, Xue Xingchi raised his hand and poured it into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

A bitterness that shot straight to the top of the sky spread out in his mouth, Xue Xingchi didn't hold the teapot firmly, and coughed crazily while covering his mouth.

Ling Chan opened her eyes in surprise, took a pot of tea that was mostly spilled, and poured herself a cup.

"It's okay? It's just ordinary tea..." Ling Chan said nonsense with her eyes open. She put a lot of ingredients into the tea when she made it, just to get revenge on Xue Xingchi for disturbing her sleep at the latest.

Xue Xingchi's eyes were red from coughing, and he covered his mouth and asked, "Did you make this pot of tea?"

"Yes." There was nothing Ling Chan dared to admit.

Then, she looked at Xue Xingchi with red eyes, as if masochistic, coughing and pouring devil's tea with ingredients into her mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

　Good night┗(ω)┛

　　
　
(End of this chapter)