Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

To perfectly imitate Murong Bai, it is not enough just to have the same fingerprints and irises, but also to have the other party's speech temperament.

In the words of Murong Jian: "There must be connotation."

Where does the connotation come from?Of course it came out of class.

Poor Wuzheng travels to this world to get his mind full of wonderful memories, but he himself doesn't enjoy a day off, instead, he has to go to class as soon as he comes.

The first thing Wuzheng saw was the etiquette teacher, who was said to be a down-and-out young lady, who came dragging a small suitcase, wearing a low-key dress, and smiling brightly when she looked up.

The etiquette teacher liked Wu Zheng's military figure very much, and praised him twice, then changed the topic: "But my dear, your movements are too firm."

Wu Zheng hesitated and said, "...hard?"

The etiquette teacher smiled charmingly, stretched out his hand to touch the muscles on Wuzheng's body, nodded seriously, and breathed into Wuzheng's ear like blue: "Hardness is not a bad thing, but sometimes it's better to be softer. Honey, I'll teach you You dance, this will make you soft. Come, put your right arm around my waist, your left hand hold my hand, follow my beat, stretch your left foot, right..."

Wuzheng danced all morning, the etiquette teacher was very satisfied with him, took his hand and said that he would be able to graduate soon, and even gave him a wink.Wuzheng pretended not to see it, silently being seduced was part of the task.

"Put on your dress in the afternoon, and I'll teach you all the etiquette... Do you have a dress?"

"Yes, I'll get it." Wu Zheng quickly left the practice room as if he had been forgiven.

He found the dress and went back, but bumped into the etiquette teacher in the hall of Murong's house.The other party was completely uncolored, dragging a box in his hand, his teeth chattering.

Wu Zheng greeted, "Teacher?"

The etiquette teacher saw him fighting all over, and quickly opened the door and left like a ghost.

Wu Zheng: "???"

In the afternoon, I heard that the Chinese teacher was coming. This is a talented woman, aged forty.It is said that she has an extraordinary conversation, as long as you sit with her for 10 minutes, you will never forget her in your life.

It's a pity that Wu Zheng didn't see her in high spirits, but only heard from other people how she got up suddenly and ran out of Murong's house without changing her shoes.

Soon, the computer teacher came to visit, this is an old pedant, put on airs and questioned him for a while, barely satisfied.

He puffed out smoke rings and said, "Okay, let me take a look at your computer next. Where's your computer?"

Wu Zheng casually pointed out one to him, there is no shortage of computers in this house, after all, this is "that young master Murong" who eats.

The old pedant turned on the computer with a few picky words, and after some operations, he reached out to pick up the cigar, and pointed to Wu Zheng while puffing: "Look..."

Wuzheng's eyes fell on the screen, he nodded before he understood, and then he saw the computer screen flicker, and suddenly countless windows popped up, some were pictures, some were text messages, each window flashed by, Wu Zheng closed it without even seeing it clearly.

Wu Zheng turned his head and asked, "Teacher, this is..."

He didn't hear the other party speak, but saw the cigar fall from the other party's mouth.The old pedant's face was as pale as the two female teachers before, his teeth chattered up and down, and his eyes were fixed on the computer screen.

Wu Zheng looked at the computer screen again, only to see the last window on it snap shut.However, this time he saw the above content clearly.

The last window reads in black letters on a white background: "Get out, don't need the people you taught me."

Then this man left Murong's home exhausted physically and mentally, and politely expressed to Murong Jian who came to persuade him that his level was not good enough, and then left as if fleeing.

The day is not over yet, but after that there is no teacher coming, and there is no need to go to class.

Wu Zheng was enshrined as a bodhisattva by the whole Murong family. He was raised with delicious food and drink. Everyone treated him strangely with hospitality, and they didn't dare to chat with him. They ran away when they brought something. Can't live.

Wuzheng was confused and asked the system: "What's going on here?"

The system said: "Someone has taken a fancy to you."

Wu Zheng couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he turned on the artificial system and said, "Check the current task status."

The man-made system replied: "The mission has changed. New mission: Ask the host to stay at Murong's house for an indefinite period of time."

Wu Zheng asked: "Only this? Aren't I going to be Murong Bai's substitute?"

The man-made system replied: "There is only one mission, please follow this mission. Please host not to leave Murong's house, otherwise the destruction procedure will be executed..."

Wu Zheng turned off the artificial system broadcast, scratched his head hard, and felt that he was in big trouble.

He is a man who wants to save the world, how can he be trapped in this place?There must be a way.

When sleeping at night, Wu Zheng felt that weird feeling again, as if he was being watched by something.This time he didn't let go of this feeling, covered his head with a quilt, reached out and turned on the infrared detector integrated in the chip in his brain.While analyzing, he turned over slowly, but found nothing special, only the breathing light of the electronic product flickered outside the quilt.

Wu Zheng closed his eyes, pulled down the quilt, and exposed himself to the outside world.He breathes evenly, allowing the qi inside and outside the body to merge into one, all the sense organs are like being in the air, stretching out their tentacles at will, grabbing every discordant note...

found it!

Wu Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up from the bed, and walked to the east wall.He stood in front of the wall and looked up and down for a moment, the imitation glove grew automatically and covered his left hand.He clenched his left hand violently, and suddenly punched the wall violently, making a loud bang, and he punched a big dent in the wall.With all his strength, he punched continuously, hitting the wall continuously, making loud bang bang bang bang.I don't know how many punches I punched, and suddenly there was a bang, and the entire wall fell towards him.

Wuzheng quickly pushed back, bypassing the fallen wall, only to find another wall behind it.This wall is not as fancy as the previous one, and it is not even painted. It is quite rough, but there is an iron door in the middle of the wall, which requires a password to open.

Wuzheng tried the Murong family's birthday, wrong.He casually tried his birthday with the impossible idea, only to hear a click, and the iron door slowly opened in front of him.

Wu Zheng: "..."

Young Master Murong Bai absolutely loves him secretly.

The room is a mini computer room. There is a manhole cover next to the door of the computer room. There is an empty chair in the middle. Countless electronic screens surround half a circle. All of them are scenes from Wuzheng’s room. bed.A quarter of the electronic screens were pitch black at the moment, and this was probably the east wall he just knocked over.

There was an indescribable smell in the mini computer room, Wuzheng moved his nose, his face turned red when he guessed the source of the smell, and his movements became rude.

He put his hand on the chair, felt the residual temperature on it, and concluded that the owner of the computer room hadn't gone far.It is impossible for him to leave through the main entrance, there must be another exit in this room!

Wu Zheng took two steps back, looking at the manhole cover at the door of the computer room.

Far away in the sky and close in front of his eyes, he will not let go of such an obvious "door".

A crescent-shaped light appeared in the round darkness, Wuzheng hummed a song and removed the manhole cover, turned on the flashlight on his glove and shone in.

He saw a gun protruding from below, the black muzzle pointing directly at Wu Zheng.

The gunman's finger was on the trigger, and his hand was shaking.But at such a short distance, once he shoots, it is impossible to miss it.

Wuzheng turned a blind eye to the muzzle of the gun, just stretched out his hand to the opponent and said: "Grab me, I will pull you up."

His hand was in a stalemate with the opponent's gun, and Wuzheng's hand slowly approached the opponent's gun. When the opponent discovered his intention, the barrel of the gun shook violently, and half of the trigger was pulled in, as if it was a gun. Silent warning.

Wuzheng's hand paused for a moment, and by speeding up, he grabbed the barrel of the opponent's gun.The other party was taken aback, moved his fingers subconsciously, and then quickly let go—he couldn't move his hands.Wu Wu fought for the gun, threw it aside, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had made the right bet.

He stretched out his hand again and said, "Come here, I'll pull you up."

The boy below slowly raised his head, revealing a pretty little face with dark circles around his eyes and tears still on his face.

He slowly stretched out his hand to hold Wuzheng's hand, and when he touched Wuzheng's hand, he quickly clenched it. Wuzheng took advantage of the situation to lift him up from below, put him on the chair, wiped his tears with his hands, and asked patiently : "Are you Murong Bai?"

After a while, the boy whispered, "It's me."

"Okay, my name is Wu Zheng, and I'm an artificial human made with your genes. It's an honor to meet you." Wu Zheng wanted to reach out to the other party, but suddenly found that his hand was still tightly held by the other party, and couldn't help laughing .

Murong Bai curled up in the chair, looked at him coldly and said, "Are you here out of curiosity? I'm going to rest, you can go."

Wu Zheng said: "It's too small, can you be comfortable? In this way, the outside is your room, right? Return it to the original owner. I'll sleep in the guest room."

He couldn't help but hugged him, Murong Bai struggled hard, then quickly gave up, and obediently nestled in Wu Zheng's arms, watching him lift the fallen wall and put himself on the bed.Wu Zheng put the boy under the quilt, carefully tucked the edge of the quilt in, wrapped him into a rice dumpling, and said to the boy with only one head exposed: "Sleep well tonight, I want to talk to you tomorrow."

Murong Bai said: "We can talk now."

Wu Zheng couldn't help laughing, stretched out his fingers to touch Murong Bai's eye sockets and said, "You look like this, forget it. Have a good rest, don't worry about this day."

He got up and walked towards the door, sighing in his heart, never thought that he would one day be a bosom brother.

But before he got up and took a few steps, he heard a thud behind him.He turned his head in astonishment, and saw Murong Bai, who was wrapped into rice dumplings, fell off the bed with the quilt.He hurriedly turned around and hugged the other person and put him back on the bed, he couldn't laugh or cry and said, "What are you doing?"

Murong Bai blushed slightly, and muttered: "The way you cover the quilt is too strange."

"It's not surprising at all, didn't your mother cover you up?" Wu Zheng straightened the quilt, clapped his hands and said, "Be careful, don't fall off again."

"Wait!" Murong Bai quickly grasped the structure of the quilt after falling down once, stretched out his hand from the seam and grabbed Wu Zheng's clothes, and whispered, "Can you accompany me?"

"You can chat anytime tomorrow, it's late now..."

"Sleep with me."

Wu Zheng's eyes widened when he heard this, Murong Bai stared at him stubbornly.

After a while, Wu Zheng decided to compromise.Isn't it just to accompany the bed?He can do anything for world peace.

He got into bed, Murong Bai reached out to hug his arm, his cold body was like a small animal in the rain snuggling up to the stove, being warmed and burned by the other's scorching temperature.By the side of the same kind he dreamed of, he was no longer entangled by the usual succubus, and soon entered the dream fragrance.