The apprentice always commits the following [Quick Transmigration]

The bed is very soft, the room is lit with elegant incense, the windows are open, the sun shines in, and the breeze blows from time to time, blowing away the heat that has been condensed so easily.

Perhaps it was a little too comfortable, and Jun Jin actually had the idea of ​​continuing to sleep.

But he still propped himself up and sat up.

Looking down, the clothes on her body were intact, still the bright red wedding dress, and the feeling of being suppressed by the pain on her body made Jun Jin thoughtfully turn her eyes on the person who had just spoken.

The first impression of this person is that he is unremarkable.

The appearance is too ordinary, without any characteristics, it seems that if you throw it into the crowd, you will be drowned in it instantly.

Jun Jin raised her eyelids: "Your Excellency?"

"It's just a little person who doesn't need to be kept in mind." The man smiled, and then pointed out: "Mr. Jun offended some people who shouldn't be offended, so I had to be ordered to teach Mr. Jun a lesson. I don't know you Do you understand?"

Hearing what he said, Jun Jin opened his eyes and said casually, "I guess, could it be His Royal Highness the Second Prince?"

The man's expression changed slightly, and he took out a knife from his sleeve, shining brightly, it was close to the skin of Jun Jin's neck.

It was just a slight tremor, and a bloodstain was split on the skin there, and bright red round drops of blood oozed out.

He slowly exerted force, but sighed: "Poor Mr. Jun is such a smart person, but he has to do things with his disciples, or is it all because Mr. Jun has a too good skin? Oh, ah! ..."

Jun Jin still didn't change his face, just snorted lightly, and spit out a few words from his mouth: "Excuse."

The man paused, and looked at Jun Jin with a strange gaze.

"Why do you say that?"

The blood slowly flowed down the long and narrow wound made by the knife, until it was hidden in the depths of the neckline. Jun Jin looked at him indifferently, and said:

"Does Master Guoshi still want to pretend to be confused with me?"

The room was silent.

After a long time, the other party put down the knife and showed a smile on his face: "I can't afford to be called 'Master' by you."

He seemed to mean something.

Jun Jin looked at him and said, "It's you who is the strategist who manipulates the barbarians behind his back."

The national teacher admitted: "It's me."

Jun Jin tilted her head: "Then why are you targeting me?"

The national teacher showed a hint of helplessness: "Because I also want to live."

Jun Jin looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

After a long silence, he suddenly said, "You should do it."

The national teacher gave him a strange look: "You are really the strangest... person I have ever met."

"Wei Yan will come to rescue you in about a while, why don't you try to delay the time, but instead urge me to kill you?" The national teacher asked a little strangely while playing with the knife.

Jun Jin smiled.

"One, because I bet you won't be able to kill me this time."

These words made the national teacher's complexion sink slightly.

"Secondly, it's very simple." Jun Jin's eyes fell on the white daffodil beside the bed, "Wei Yan, you always take things for granted."

"If you don't let him learn a lesson, then he might think that his teacher is weak and deceitful." He said lightly.

The national teacher looked at him for a while, and concluded: "You are really a terrible guy."

"I'm overwhelmed." Jun Jin said modestly.

In fact, he is not the kind of person who would foolishly punish others by hurting himself. Jun Jin knew very well that although the person in front of him behaved mildly, the other party would definitely kill him if Wei Yan rushed over.

Instead of doing those useless efforts, it's better to be more relaxed and decent.

The national teacher looked at him and said softly: "You bear it, it won't hurt much."

Jun Jin thought to himself, will it hurt more than he has been suffering from illnesses all year round?

A sharp pain came from the heart, and Jun Jin's consciousness gradually blurred.

……

When Wei Yan received the news that Jun Jin had been kidnapped, he immediately used all the connections he could use to find out Jun Jin's whereabouts.

When the news came, Wei Yan immediately followed the clues to find it.

After being robbed, Jun Jin seemed to be placed in an empty courtyard in the capital. According to the investigation, it was the property under the name of the second prince.

Second prince...

Wei Yan recited the name silently in his heart, and the murderous intent on his body turned violently.

Arriving at the courtyard as quickly as possible, Wei Yan didn't care if there would be someone ambushing inside, and directly rushed in at the head of the army.

The wind is a little strong.

On the ancient carved bed, you can see a touch of red in it.

Wei Yan held his breath involuntarily, and his walking speed also slowed down.

"gentlemen?"

He said cautiously.

No answer.

A flash of panic flashed in Wei Yan's eyes. He walked over, tripped over something on the road, and staggered.

"Sir... I'm here to pick you up..." Wei Yan said.

Jun Jin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, the sun shone on his pale face, looking very beautiful.

He seemed to be asleep, and his long eyelashes cast light shadows on his cheeks.

Wei Yan was a little dazed for a while, he walked over quietly, the tip of his nose was filled with the incense of the whole room, for some reason it was not blown away by the wind.

Fingers landed on the hair that was scattered on the bed, and it felt a little cool to the touch, and the ominous premonition became stronger, Wei Yan swallowed, and stroked Jun Jin's cheek with the other hand.

He panicked and stammered a little: "Sir, you, why is your face so cold?"

Wei Yan was in a hurry to help Jun Jin up, but his hand accidentally touched his chest, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The tentacles were cold and wet, and Wei Yan was stiff, not daring to look at his palms.

"What are you running from? He's dead." A mocking laugh came from the room.

Wei Yan raised his head abruptly, his eyes had already turned blood red.

He didn't realize that there was another person in the room.

The man stood in the corner with his back to the window, looking as if he was going to jump out of the window at any time, hugging his shoulders, he said:

"Don't be angry, you know, your dear master asked me to kill him."

Wei Yan's breath was stagnant, and he blurted out: "You lied!!"

"Why should I lie to people?" the man asked back.

"The one who persecuted him again and again is you."

"The person who made him bear the world's infamy regardless of his reputation is you."

"And the person who used his life to force him to marry his disciple is you, not me!"

Every word and every word of that person turned into a sharp knife, stabbing/into Wei Yan's heart.

"In the end, do you know what he said..." The man sneered, not caring about Wei Yan's pained face, and said, "He said... he hopes to be buried in a remote place after death, so that he won't be pestered by you anymore."

Wei Yan tightened his clothes around his heart, his face was pale, and suddenly he vomited a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The man looked at his pitiful appearance, his expression seemed unbearable and he seemed to hate iron for being weak, and he was about to say something to stimulate him, when suddenly there was a chaotic voice from outside, it was Wei Yan's subordinates who had seen Wei Yan for a long time Come out and investigate.

Taking a deep look at Wei Yan, the other party picked up the white daffodil on the window sill and turned it out.

The moment before Wei Yan lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a loud voice calling for him, but he still unconsciously hugged the body that had lost its temperature.

In the blur, he seemed to hear a cold voice saying to himself:

"You idiot, look at these things you messed up..."

**

Jun Jin's consciousness is floating in the air. At this time, he seems to be unable to feel the existence of his own body, but the feeling of powerlessness caused by illness seems to follow as if engraved on the soul.

Xiaobai's voice sounded worried: "Host, you can't bear the failure of the second mission, you must not do this in the next world!"

Jun Jin suddenly felt a little tired, he didn't want to play with this system anymore, so he said:

"Xiaobai, do you still want to pretend to be with me?"

The system froze for a moment, and then said: "Host, what are you talking about, what are you pretending..."

Jun Jin snorted softly.

Xiaobai stopped talking, and after a while, said: "When did you see it?"

Jun Jin said: "Before meeting that national teacher."

"Well, I knew I couldn't hide it from you for long." Xiaobai said.

After realizing that he was exposed, its tone no longer carried the naivety and foolishness that it deliberately expressed. Jun Jin listened to its voice and subconsciously judged: This is a very shrewd person who is very good at disguising himself. guy.

"What's your real name?" Jun Jin asked.

"I can't tell you, but my name does contain the word 'white', so you should continue to call me Xiaobai." There was a little smile in its voice.

"May I ask, how many things have you deduced?" Xiaobai said.

Jun Jin smiled sarcastically: "It can be deduced that... there is no contract between us, the so-called mission was also made up by you, and... your purpose is probably just to let me get close to the so-called mission goal?"

"Although I don't really want to admit it, you guessed everything right." Xiao Bai said helplessly.

Jun Jin continued to ask: "What's the relationship between you, Zhou Sun, and Wei Yan?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say this." Xiaobai's tone was a little apologetic: "You are too sensitive, I dare not reveal too much information to you."

"Oh." Jun Jin didn't care, anyway, it was only a matter of time before he knew the truth.

"Then, Ajin, can we go to the next world?"

Jun Jin was silent for a moment: "...what did you call me?"

"Ah Jin." Xiaobai said innocently, "Since you have discovered that there is no so-called contract between us, then I can't call you the host."

Jun Jin slightly regretted exposing it.

This guy... Maybe it's more pleasing to the eye to pretend to be stupid before.

Jun Jin felt a little headache, and finally said: "Go to the next world."

**

Before opening her eyes, Jun Jin felt a feeling of weakness all over her body.

Someone next to his ear scolded him in a rough voice: "Blind man, get out of here!!"

Jun Jin paused, then realized that the man was talking about himself.

In this world, he became blind?

Thinking of this, Jun Jin opened his eyes.

It is not the darkness as imagined, the world seems to be covered with a layer of fog, everything is gray.In front of him was an empty street, but there were lively voices in his ears.

Weird.

TBC.

The author has something to say: The next world is: False Celestial Master Jinwu Cangjiao√

Speaking of it, it was quite a shock, although the scumbag author knew that he was going to write badly, but it was a bit unbearable to face the result _(:з」∠)_

In short, I won’t say much about being frustrated. In fact, the scumbag author still likes this article, and will fill in the pit well~

After a while, I will probably double-open the article with the Taoist priest to adjust: 3

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