[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

A cold autumn rain.

The already cloudy sky began to drizzle, and the drizzle shrouded this small town in the south of the Yangtze River like white mist. The umbrella couldn't stop the rain and mist from rushing towards the body.

There are few pedestrians on the street in the evening, and the sound of horseshoes pierces the silence in the rain. A woman holding an umbrella on the road holds her child closer, and lowers the umbrella to block them when the sound of horseshoes is the loudest. Mother and son.

"Mother," the child in her arms raised her head and asked her in a milky voice, "Why are there so many strangers in the town recently?"

The woman opened her umbrella slightly and looked at the backs of those galloping away on horseback. Most of them had swords on their waists. It seemed to be a splash-ink landscape painting written by Dan Qingsheng. She said: "I heard that something happened in that villa. Bao'er has stayed at home these few days and don't walk around. Those people in the rivers and lakes are murderers without blinking an eye. Maybe There will be people who eat human flesh, they like to eat tender children like Bao'er the most, so you have to obey your mother, you know?" He rubbed his head with his hand.

The child was dejected: "I know..."

The door of the inn was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind and rain hit the innkeeper who was dozing off on the counter. He raised his eyes and saw a group of young people coming to the door. Their clothes were half-wet and dusty, and they headed over. The one in the blue shirt, even under the embarrassment, can't hide his good looks as bright as a jade tree. Although his eyebrows and eyes are smiling all the year round, the tip of his eyebrows is extremely cold, as if he is supercilious and doesn't pay attention to anything.

With just one glance, based on the good eyesight he has practiced since he opened the shop and rarely missed people when he came and went, the boss judged that this person might be a ruthless master.

The man in Tsing Yi said: "Shopkeeper, do you still have a single room?"

"Yes, yes, to tell you the truth, a lot of people have come to our small town at the foot of the mountain in the past few days. The entire street is full of inns, and only small shops have vacant rooms. You have found the right place !" He called a waiter to lead them the way, "Guest officer, just go upstairs."

The man in Tsing Yi saw that the shopkeeper lowered his eyebrows and looked at him secretly, but he smiled and left a piece of silver in his hand on the counter: "Bring some special dishes and hot water from the shop."

The shopkeeper promised again and again, seeing the silver eyes glistening, and couldn't help but put it in his mouth and bite it after they walked away.

After walking upstairs, the companion next to the man in Tsing Yi said jokingly: "Xingshan, why do I look at this store as if I'm afraid of you?" He patted him on the shoulder. Among our group of brothers and sisters, we are famous for our good temper..."

Qin Xingshan was a little helpless, just smiled and didn't answer.

The companion wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the movement upstairs.

A thin figure rushed out from the room directly opposite, staggered into the group of them, and brought a strange fragrance over it, almost everyone present could smell the fragrance. His countenance changed.

"Concave?!"

And smelling the richness of this fragrance, it is clearly like a Chuao that is in the flowering period and has not been picked!

The young woman's clothes were disheveled, and her flushed face was full of tears. She opened her misty eyes and grasped the clothes corner of the most capable one with her intuition. Originally, she wanted to jump directly In the past, but sensitively realized that doing so would have even more terrible consequences, so it was changed to arrest: "...help, save me..."

Before she could finish her plea for help, a roar came from behind her!

"Stinky bitch! Don't you know who the master is?! It's your luck to see you, a little bitch, and you dare to run away. Let's see if Grandpa will scatter all the flowers you bought tonight!" A big hand grabbed the girl. The concave back collar was pulled back heavily.

Her hands trembling as she grasped the corners of the Tsing Yi, she was about to lose it, but the protruding man who was the brightest in the concave eyes of the flowering girl still seemed unmoved, and when she radiated to this person When the flowers were fragrant, she never felt a response for a moment. She felt desperate in her heart. It seemed that she was destined to lose herself to this brutal man. Nuao closed her eyes in despair, a tear slid down her cheek, and slid across the faintly visible scar on her right cheek due to emotion.

The flower mark is a little light, and it is light pink, which shows that the aptitude of this concave person is not so good.

But the shape of the flower marks is extremely beautiful, like peach blossoms and plum blossoms.

Amidst the rich fragrance, the indifferent eyes of the man in Tsing Yi fixed on the flower marks on the girl's concave right cheek.

Ma Kui, who was dragging the crying girl in his hand to the room, felt someone pat on the shoulder, and heard a stop in his ear: "Brother, wait a minute."

Ma Kui, who smelled the scent of the girl's skin after taking the medicine, was feeling irritable. He only wanted to have a big fight on the bed so that she could taste his strength!Who the hell is so ignorant of facial expressions!He turned his head impatiently, and what caught his eyes was a handsome face. Seeing him looking over, he gave him a friendly smile.

At this moment, Ma Kui felt another bulge, a bulge stronger than him, and felt blood rushing to his forehead.

"What's wrong with your face? Want to compete with your grandpa? Are you getting impatient? Do you know who your grandpa is? Listen, don't know who will die at the time. Your grandpa is the leader of Yangzhou Jiuluo Daoma! He tossed the female dick in his hand to the side, and pulled out a long knife from his back, with a grim expression, "Dare to rob the dick with your grandfather? Look at your grandpa Ma, so that your parents don't even know each other!"

"Look at the knife—!"

When the tall swordsman held a long knife and slashed at the somewhat thin and tall figure in front of him.

The man in the blue shirt raised his eyes that seemed to be always smiling, calmly.

Standing on the other side of the corridor, the young heroes who had already taken the suppressant medicine and could not smell the fragrance looked at this side as if they were watching a good show.

The owner of the inn who saw this scene downstairs was sighing, trying to figure out how much money would flow to the carpenter tonight...

……

In the blink of an eye, almost everyone including Ma Kui couldn't see when the man in Tsing Yi drew his sword.

The next moment, Ma Kui stared wide-eyed like copper bells, staggered back two steps, fell down from the railing, and landed on the floor of the first floor with a "bang". Just now it sprayed out from his neck, splashing all over the ground.

The dead can't die anymore.

A dead silence.

The girl didn't know if she was frightened, or her body had reached its limit under the torture of the first flower tide, she rolled her eyes and passed out immediately.

Nuao has woken up after taking the medicine to suppress the flowering period that the proprietress of the inn brought.

Her father was also rescued from the woodshed, and the father and daughter hugged each other with tears in their eyes.

Her father let go of the daughter on the bed, turned his head and knelt down in front of Qin Xingshan, and was helped up by him before he knelt down, still muttering: "Thank you benefactor! Thank you benefactor!..."

It turned out that the father and daughter were singers who came to this inn to sing. Unexpectedly, when the daughter was performing and singing, she was spotted by the rogue swordsman who stayed here, and she suffered a lot.

The father also expressed his willingness to let his daughter stay with Qin Xingshan, but he declined with a smile.

Qin Xingshan glanced at the girl's sunken right cheek, and asked, "What kind of flower are you?"

Nuwa was taken aback when she heard the words, lowered her head slightly under his gaze, and touched her right cheek, as if she was a little shy: "This slave is Xingmei... because of this, the name father gave to slave It's also Xingmei."

Qin Xingshan nodded, looked away, thinking of where to go.

The senior brother behind him lightly patted him on the back, winked, and said secretly: "Senior brother Qin is very lucky..."

Qin Xingshan laughed and said nothing.

It's late at night.

The door of a room was carefully pushed open, and two figures quietly entered through the door, and found that the figure they were looking for was sitting in front of the table. The man reached out and lit the candle lamp on the table, the dim candle light Gently reflected his handsome profile.

It was a bit weird because the candle flame was flickering and flickering.

The two fell to their knees in front of the man.

"See Young Master."

"See Young Master."

……

Qin Xingshan's Meifeng was cold, he didn't say a word, he just fiddled with the candle lamp.

Both of them were sweating profusely. The older one opened his mouth and opened his hand to reveal an envelope: "Young Master, this is a letter from Master."

Qin Xingshan opened the letter for a few lines at a glance, and the two of them lowered their heads and did not dare to look at it. After he finished reading, he put the letter paper on the candle and lit it. The tongue of flame spread from the corners until the letter was completely burned.

He lowered his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows: "Go back and tell him, I know, and," he continued, "Tomorrow we will go to Baimei Villa, and none of you will follow me, do you hear me?"

The older man raised his head, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Young master, the master means to let Mao Xing follow you. Although she is a concubine, she has been trained so that if anything happens like this, she can..." The last words Disappeared in that person's icy sight.

Kneeling next to him was the female Ao Xingmei, who was trembling under the coercion of the protruding one at this time, not daring to move at all.

"roll."

The two people disappeared from the room when the voice fell.

Qin Xingshan got up and walked to the window, and pushed the closed window open. Looking from this place, he happened to be able to vaguely see the distant mountains over there. The highest mountain seemed to be covered with snow all the year round. Some white shadows in the night.

He just stood in front of the window, looking at it for an unknown amount of time.

It wasn't until the night dissipated and the first ray of morning light scattered that a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The author has something to say:

Qin Nanzhu: A forger is a forger, and will never be half as good as that person.

[About settings]: In the world of ancient martial arts, gender is similar to ABO, there are six types, divided into male concave female concave, male convex female convex and ordinary men and women. When emotional, special patterns will be displayed on the body, called "Flower marks", each concave is different, the deeper the aptitude, the better, whether it is physical fitness, talents in various aspects, fertility, etc. The angel wants to see that I can try it outside the episode...)

Let’s talk about the setting first, and then add it after writing.

Mr. Wen's world can be set to be miserable, so you can look forward to it, haha.

In the next chapter, I will write about Mr. Wen, and I will continue tomorrow~