All raid targets are reborn [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Run'an looked at the direction in which Yan Fei was going away, and carefully placed the drawing paper on the floor on the desk.

Yan Fei was really easy to coax, he would believe it after a few words, if it was Ah He...

Forget it or forget about it, there are so many fun things in the world, why do you keep thinking about that guy to scare yourself.

After Yan Fei left, Cheng Run'an still had nothing to do with Yan Huai. The opera troupe in Liyuan changed their tricks every day to please the young masters.

Seeing Cheng Runan's lack of interest, Yan Huai asked casually, "Don't Runan like to listen to this kind of music?"

Cheng Run'an said unhappily: "The acting is not exciting, I don't want to listen to it."

He only loves to listen to the high and low singing voices of girls, and he will be fascinated by the ups and downs of the story every time.Yan Huai roughly understood his taste, shook his head and said with a smile: "Your brother/brother is not here, why don't we go to Hualou to listen?"

Cheng Runan's eyes were still downcast: "I don't like going to Hualou, it's too noisy, and my nose hurts from the smoke, don't you guys have something else to do?"

This is really the temper of the young master, who is more particular than him. Yan Huai is not angry at all, and thinks along with his words: "The river city is near the water. At night, there are painted boats and cruise ships to enjoy the moon and the sunrise. It depends on whether you dare not stay at night." home."

The corners of Cheng Run'an's mouth were raised slightly, covered with long black sleeves, and the lips/lips opened and closed like peach petals, lively and fragrant: "Why don't you dare, Yan Huai, don't talk nicely, go and waste my time."

This kind of self-willedness mixed with innocence can only be spoiled by the family since childhood, not to mention this white skin like cream, it can be seen that he has never done anything by himself, and that mysterious martial arts Mr. The demeanor revealed/out of the time is obviously not an ordinary person.Yan Huai smiled warmly on his face, and his curiosity towards Cheng Run'an became even more serious.

He has always loved beauty, and this is the first time he has seen a beauty/person who suits his taste from face to personality.

After Yan Fei decided to settle down in Jiangcheng, the first thing he did was to go to the tailor shop and buy some clothes made of good silk for Cheng Runan. flow.

At night, the moon hangs high, and there is mist on the river. Exquisite and luxurious painting boats sail out from the pier. The agarwood incense burner is lit and placed in the corner to smell. Running water, and that little sparkle.

The beauty/person playing the pipa is sitting in a row, with the sleeves of the gauze fluttering, the eyebrows and eyes full of affection, and the voice is as melodious as an oriole, singing Jiangcheng ditties.

The light and shadow confuse people, the students in the academy are now Wen Xin, and they want to write poems and paint scenes one after another. Cheng Run'an stayed for a while in boredom, left the table in the sight of everyone's jokes, and returned to the small room in the painting boat to lie on his stomach. Looking at the moon in the sky from the window.

His eyes gradually fell to the painting boat opposite, a group of girls held lanterns and danced like beautiful butterflies.

Yan Huai left the crowd of poetry writers, pointed at the girl opposite Cheng Run'an's shoulder and asked, "Would you like to call this painting boat a dance?"

The delicate touch in his hand made Yan Huai's thoughts flutter, and he didn't know how this person was so tall, his delicate skin was tenderer than the place that the oiran took care of carefully.

"Okay, poetry is boring. I don't like it. It's good to see how they dance." Cheng Runan's eyes were still on the beauty/person opposite, and a girl saw his handsome face and threw a flower vine over.

He put the flower vine on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Yan Huai only felt that the person was more delicate than the flower, and the silver bell-like laughter on the opposite painting boat continued, and a few more flower vines were thrown over.

Cheng Runan likes to be lively, and after the dancers got on the boat, he rekindled his nature and returned to the crowd. Occasionally, a pearl hairpin would slip on the ground and jingle.He doesn't like to drink bitter spirits, so he just took a glass of sweet rice wine and put it on his lips, occasionally dripping a few drops on his lips, sticking out his tongue/tip to swallow the sweet wine.

He thought he was admiring the dance, but he didn't want to be seen by others as more alluring than the swaying dancers.

Some daring girls took off the silk handkerchief from the long skirt and threw it in his face, half of the clothes slipped off and didn't care, Cheng Runan simply covered his eyes with the silk handkerchief, and played with the girls intimately.

They were laughing and laughing, but they didn't realize that there was suddenly a person in the corner of the painting boat.

There was still a girl among the guests who noticed something strange and stopped dancing when she saw the strange man.There was a drunk young master urging: "Xiang Yi, what are you doing standing there, brother/brother is still waiting for you to come over."

Xiangyi ignored the drunk man, her eyes were all on the strange man, the man in front of her was ethereal like a fairy, she couldn't see his face clearly in front of her eyes, her long ink-like hair was tied up high, exuding full majesty , It makes people feel cold and lonely for no reason.

Wen He's expression remained unchanged, and he cast a small spell to put everyone on the boat into a deep sleep, except for the daring fox demon.

The noisy singing and dancing suddenly became silent, Cheng Runan blinked with a silk handkerchief on, and felt a familiar smell rushing into his nose, his heart trembled slightly, and a few tears immediately formed in his eyes.

"Ahe, Ahe, you are here!"

Wen He stood in the corner of the painting boat, his eyes were dark, he moved his lips, and said a word without emotion: "Come here."

Cheng Run'an wanted to take off the silk handkerchief over his eyes, Wen He flicked his fingertips to attach a spiritual energy to the silk handkerchief: "Blindfolded."

"Blindfolded, just blindfolded." The silk handkerchief on his face was tightly wrapped under the effect of spiritual energy, Le's eyes were a little numb, Cheng Run'an's legs were frightened, and he was almost holding on to the sandalwood Walking back from the table and chairs, groping in front of Wen He in a daze, pretending to be innocent and raising his chin, the thick/dense eyelashes are already wet/wet.

"Ahe, I miss you so much."

Wen He didn't speak, but just unbuttoned Cheng Run'an's collar, the silk slipped off, Wen He crushed the clothes he didn't know where he came from, and Cheng Run'an was naked in the air, bright and clean The moonlight fell on this white/tender body/body, bright and dazzling.

The wind on the river was a bit cold, Cheng Runan shivered subconsciously, he shook Wen He's wrist, his voice trembling: "It's so cold, let's go inside."

Wen He still didn't speak, took out a piece of red silk and wrapped it around that delicate/tender lips again, round and round tightly, he touched the place where a pair of fox ears were originally standing, and turned to Stretched out two fingers to probe/into the layers of red silk, pulled the wet tongue out, tied the end of the red silk there and tied a beautiful bowknot.

At first, Cheng Run'an wanted to let out a few mournful and soft crying sounds to pretend to beg for mercy, but he couldn't pronounce the last syllable. He knew that Wen He must be in a bad mood now, and he didn't dare to resist/resist for fear of angering him.

Wen He then began to speak: "Can you become a fox?"

Cheng Run'an / pulled the red silk on his mouth to indicate that he could not speak, he hung his tongue / tip touched Wen He's fingers, and swept along the fingertips to the wrist joints one by one, seeing that the other party was unmoved, he could only cry Nodding with a straight face.

Wen He's fingertips landed on his forehead, inspected Cheng Run'an's body/body, and then he became a little more concerned. After understanding the situation, he pointed to the unconscious dancers/girls on the ground and asked: " Like these?"

Cheng Run'an quickly shook his head, jumped onto Wen He's body and hung it on Wen He's body, with both hands tightly around Wen He's shoulders, leaning against Wen He intimately with a completely surrendered attitude.Wen He rubbed the two petals of round/full soft/flesh in the palm of his hand, and his fingers moved slightly inward along the arc of the line. Suddenly, a blue warm jade appeared in the palm of his hand, which was just hanging on the The one on Cheng Runan's neck.

He pressed his fingers against the warm jade and probed inside. After touching the warmth, he pushed the warm jade to the deepest part of Cheng Run'an's body with a little force.

Cheng Runan was hanging on his body with his legs shaking, begging for mercy like he used to when he got angry, but suddenly felt the cold jade and trembled all over, bowed his waist to stop his movements, and then broke out into a violent struggle .

But his struggle was firmly pressed by Wen He's hand, and he could only let the warm jade go deeper and deeper, his sharp teeth bit through the red silk in an instant, and he let out several dying wailings.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-" Mei/Renxiu/Changbai/tender legs/legs were wide open, stiff in the air as if they had been roasted, I couldn't see the expression clearly through the silk handkerchief, only the silk handkerchief was wet/ It was soaked through, dripping drops of water.

Wen He kept sending Nuanyu to the deepest part. He saw Cheng Runan's face was full of panic tears, and he unbuttoned the silk handkerchief but still let the red silk wrap around his lips.He lowered his head and kissed the tear-filled eyes, almost reaching the transparent eyeballs.

"Keep your legs together, don't leave the jade pendant anymore, I can't find you, I'm always in fear." Wen He blew into the corner of Cheng Run'an's eyes, and said with a bit of reluctance in his eyes, "How dare you?" If you lose/throw this jade, I will let you also hold/the jade in your mouth, and you will never be able to open your mouth in this life."

Cheng Run'an was so frightened that he burst into tears, sobbed and shook his head, holding the jade with a little bit of strength, for fear that it would accidentally fall out.

Wen He kissed him again: "Don't be afraid, we will settle the score slowly."

Cheng Run'an: Damn, I'm so scared, I'm afraid to die, this person is sick and deranged! ! !

Wen He hugged and kissed him for a long time, until the person lying on the ground started to move. He untied layers of red silk and whispered in Cheng Run'an's ear, "They're about to wake up. There's someone inside. Ever seen you like this?"

"No, no..." Cheng Run'an whimpered and shook his head, buried his face in Wen He's neck and said softly, "Let's go, other people see it."

Wen He chuckled a few times, his eyes narrowed: "What are you afraid of, didn't you just have a good time?"

As he spoke, he/fingered slightly/forcibly, and reddish blossoms fell on the white/skin.

Cheng Run'an's dark eyes were half-closed, and he whispered vaguely: "It's different, I just listened to them singing a ditty, and didn't do anything, and you stripped me clean..."

Wen He asked again: "Who brought you out?"

"I don't know." The unconscious man on the ground hesitated a few times, Cheng Run'an anxiously patted Wen He's shoulder, he didn't dare to move his legs with something in his body, so he could only hope that Wen He could say goodbye Play tricks on him again.

"I really don't know, go in, go in, let's go back to Mount Qingcheng." Cheng Run'an said with tears in his voice, his eyes flickering endlessly, "If you don't go in again, I will be seen all over!"

Wen He shook his head, and said softly: "Whoever brought you out, don't go in unless you explain clearly."

"Ah He, you are sick. I don't know if you tell me!" Cheng Run'an angrily pushed Wen He down, then timidly withdrew his hand and kissed the place he just pushed, pointing at the place lying on the ground. Yan Huai, "I was here as soon as I woke up. This person brought me here to play. I really don't know anything else."

Wen He looked at Cheng Run'an, and touched/touched the temple on the tip of his ear with his finger: "Be honest, don't lie to me."

Cheng Run'an lay on his body and wiped tears, biting his lips softly: "I'm not lying to you, I don't know anything, let's go back to Qingcheng. Ah He, I miss you so much, I miss you so much."

"You should really tie your mouth shut, you only know how to lie to me." Wen He hugged him in his arms and entered the room inside the painting boat, "I'll go back to Qingcheng later, I still have things to do here."

In the small room in the painting boat, the bead curtains swayed slightly, and a strong fragrance permeated the noses of the two people in the room. The beautiful woman covered in jade white lay on the velvet bed, her wrists and feet were tied tightly by red silk and hung on the bed. On the hook of the gauze tent, there is a beautiful arc, the tangled/long black silk hair spreads out, and the shoes hooked on the toe can't fall off.

Wen He still had something to say, so he tied Cheng Runan to the bed in the painting boat, and called people from outside to ask about the situation through a layer of veil covered with pearls.

After the people outside came in, they could only hear such soft/lovely sobbing sounds, their minds were flustered/jumping non-stop, and they looked at the scenery inside the light gauze for a while, and the faint red silk dazzled their eyes pain.

Of course, the girls on the boat didn’t know anything, and Cheng Run’an was worried about the students of the academy. He was afraid that they would reveal the truth of the matter, so he could only sway from side to side and plead with each other. Make trouble for Wen He.

"Ahe, my stomach hurts, please rub/knead for me."

"Ahe, my legs are sore, so sore, so sore"

"You're sitting on my bones, you're dead, move away."

"Ahe, let's go back, I'm homesick."

"Ahe, the soles of my feet/itch, you put me down quickly."

"Ahe..."

He was tossing around inside like this, and his words spread to the ears of everyone outside. The noisy Wen He felt his heart pounding, and finally couldn't restrain himself from turning over and pressing the person against the wall to pat the two petals lightly. Soft/flesh, Cheng Run'an finally became quiet now, his soft/body/body filled/filled with tears, he stopped tossing, but the crying became louder and louder.

"Ah He, it hurts me so much from you hitting me..."

"Easy, light, I want to go home—"

Standing outside, Yan Huai's expression changed when he heard the heart-pounding groaning/groaning inside. He wanted to say something but finally shut up. The other students present winked at each other and stood silently, listening to the inside. The continuous voice is almost insane, the voice is not only like a beast driven to a corner, but also like a demon deliberately seduced.

Seeing Cheng Run'an acting so obediently and pretending to be pitiful, Wen He didn't understand that something must be wrong.He originally thought that he must find out everything, but then he thought that there was no need to know.

How good it is to take this matter as a handle, as long as he manages this fox monster who always likes to run around in the future, so that he will never dare to run around again, and he will not have the slightest ambition. Why waste time on this kind of thing? On the villain who can't get on the stage.After Wen He made a decision, he untied the red silk from Cheng Runan's limbs and wrapped it around his body, covering that white/tender body/body like jade.

Wen He hugged Cheng Runan out of the boat, Cheng Runan pulled a few strands of hair to cover his face, leaned against Wen He's arms and dared not look directly at his former companion, the butterfly bone under his neck was faintly visible, and the wet red silk wrapped /Looking at him is as moving as a flower/bud stained with dew.

After getting out of the boat, Wen He made a formula and walked with his sword in hand, flying to Qingcheng surrounded by a cloud of white mist.

"It turned out to be a fairy..."

"I just said that they don't look like poor brothers. Such fair skin can't be raised by a troupe."

"Then what about our martial arts master?"

"Who knows, the tricks of the immortals are so interesting, and they are more tricks than our world."

"Admiration for beauty is indeed human nature, and there is no difference between immortals and us."

The students who stayed in place talked and sighed at Wen He's gone back, Yan Huai's eyes were dark and his emotions were unclear.

It took almost a few breaths for Wen He to take Cheng Runan back to Qingcheng Mountain. At this moment, Cheng Runan felt fear. What will the crane do to him.

If you don't go back to Qingcheng, what should you do if you stay in the academy and expose Yan Fei's existence? Leaving aside Yan Fei's safety, Wen He will definitely be even more angry.

And Yan Fei, how much did Wen He know? Is Jiangcheng still safe? Yan Fei probably won't be injured because of him.

Cheng Run'an was thinking anxiously and anxiously, Wen He had already untied the red silk wrapped around his body.

"Are you home?" Cheng Run'an shyly clung to Wen He's body, his voice trembling, "Ahe, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Wen He scratched his nose: "Don't torment me like this in the future, I won't be angry."

Cheng Runan said happily: "I knew Ah He was the best—"

Wen He emphasized his tone: "But you are not obedient at all."

Cheng Runan grabbed his hand and argued: "No, I really don't know anything, trust me."

Wen He picked him up, pinched his ankle and kissed him: "Did you break it here, or lock it with a chain."

"What did you say?!"

Wen He looked at him tenderly, but the words in his mouth were extremely cruel: "I actually want to break the bones here, but I'm afraid that you will cry and hurt."

"Don't break it!" Cheng Run'an thought of the tragic situation where he couldn't move his feet at the beginning, curled up in fear and begged desperately, "Lock it, lock me, I won't dare to go out again, don't break the bone."

After locking him, he could coax Wen He and find a way to open the chain. If the bone was broken, he would become a cripple again.

Seeing that Cheng Runan was trembling badly, Wen He was obviously terrified, so he helped him by the shoulder as a comfort: "It won't be broken, and it won't be locked. It's easy to bump into you if you lock it."

Cheng Runan looked at him suspiciously: "Ahe, are you really not locking me?"

Wen He nodded slightly: "It's not locked, and if you dare to run in the future, you will break it directly."

Why do I feel like this person is talking like a god, my god, I'm so scared!

"I didn't mean to, I left without knowing why, I don't want to leave you at all!"

"Little liar." Wen He embraced the person in his arms and kissed his face little by little, a medicine bottle suddenly appeared on both hands, Wen He's hand touched/ touched the ankle along the slender and white leg, snow white A layer of tender pink ointment appeared on the skin.

After one leg is painted, the other will continue until one pair of legs is covered with thick grease from the lower leg below the knee to the toes.

Cheng Run'an looked at the grease on his legs, but didn't understand what it was for a moment, he raised his head and asked, "Ahe, why did you apply these, it's sticky and uncomfortable, and my legs are not hurt."

Wen He glanced at his ankle, and there was a bit of disgust in his words: "You have been outside for a long time, and you have become tacky."

Don't hug such a fussy stinky man who despises such a capable man!

Cheng Run'an stuck out his tongue/head, and turned Wen He's scolding upside down in his heart.

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