The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

After traveling through several worlds before, Jiang Meng has adapted to the dizziness like a drum washing machine.He reached out and rubbed his sore eyes, and slowly sat up from the bed.

It was a brand new world, and my brain was blank as usual, with pieces of memory flying across my mind like shooting stars from time to time, and I couldn't see it clearly at all.

Judging from the current situation, he knew that his last world ended in failure again, and his memory should be erased by Ji Xiaopang again.

This feeling was particularly annoying, Jiang Meng wrinkled her face, a little angry in her heart.

"Chicken Xiaopang—" he shouted fiercely.

In the next second, a chubby meat ball fell into his arms, and Ji Xiaopang rolled around with a look of hospitality: "What's the order from the boss? The little one wants to hear more about it!"

Jiang Meng snorted unhappily, lowered her head and stared at it coldly, and asked, "You hid my memory again?"

Ji Xiaopang is as quiet as braised chicken, not daring to talk much.

Jiang Meng continued to be very angry: "You always dislike me for not being able to complete the task, isn't it because you always delete my memory! Failure is the nanny of success, I can't sum up my experience like you do!"

Ji Xiaopang was quiet for a while, sighed again, and then confessed honestly: "Boss, when the last world was about to end, you drowned once, and the accident was actually caused by our database failure. , now erasing memories has become a habit...it's beyond our control."

Not only Jiang Meng's memory, but even his own boss's memory was sealed by the virus, like a lock with a lost key. Unless he suffered a huge shock, his memory could break through the barrier and see the light of day again.

However, that destructive impact will be the ultimate purpose of this world.

Only when the boss restores the memory first, can the system fault be cleared, and Jiang Meng's memory can be restored manually.

Jiang Meng frowned when she heard that, and poked the little chubby chicken suspiciously: "Huh? Are you broken?"

Ji Xiaopang shook his hair unhappily, and shouted: "I don't have one! He is a fighting chicken who wants to accompany you on missions!"

Jiang Meng was amused, grinned carelessly her small white teeth, smiled, and suddenly found a scary question: "Chicken Xiaopang...why can't I feel my body?"

Jiang Meng turned around to look around, and then saw a boy behind her——the boy's body was thin and small, his skin was sickly pale, and his palm-sized face was delicate, but at the moment The eyes are closed tightly, the eyebrows are pitifully sparse, and it looks a bit like a frost-beating cabbage that is coming and going in the wind and rain.

Seeing that his boss was unknown, Ji Xiaopang reminded: "He is dead."

Jiang Meng was startled, and hurriedly backed away, but suddenly found that her body was transparent, like a transparent water film.This horrifying scene scared him and screamed: "Ahhhhhhh—!"

Ji Xiaopang held his face helplessly, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Boss, if you act cute again, I will call the police!"

It was only then that Jiang Meng realized that the clothes on his body were exactly the same as the boy's clothes. Judging from the current situation, he should be the soul of the boy.

"What's going on here? Could it be that the travel to the new world hasn't been completed yet?" Jiang Meng stared at her corpse, feeling a little apprehensive.

Ji Xiaopang looked at him in relief, and said mysteriously: "This is your new skill in this world - Soul out of body, you can use this skill three times, but just now you sat up by yourself without paying attention, so you have already used it. Dropped once, and there are two remaining."

Jiang Meng's face darkened, thinking that other people's soul and body are one, and they can only separate families unless they die, but he must always pay attention, when he wakes up, his soul and body should move in unison, in case someone accidentally The flesh was thrown to the ground.

Ji Xiaopang smiled embarrassingly: "It was indeed my negligence just now, and I didn't remind you the first time you woke up...but it doesn't matter, twice is enough."

Jiang Meng snorted, and lay back on her body carefully, only to hear a "crack", as if he had fastened his seat belt. When he raised his arm again, his body and soul finally achieved an intimate unity.

Ji Xiaopang also thought it was quite funny, and covered his face with his wings and laughed "chirp chirp chirp".

The five senses gradually returned to the body, and as soon as the revived sense of smell started to work, Jiang Meng was severely smoked.He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with both hands, and couldn't help complaining: "Uh... what kind of smell is this? It stinks!"

In such a smell, Ji Xiaopang was more calm than him. He pointed to a black casserole that was smoking in the corner, and replied: "There is medicine in that pot!"

With a little clear vision, Jiang Meng found that he was in a dilapidated thatched house. It must be the severe winter now, because he heard the cold wind outside making a "russling" sound, and the chilly air was surrounding him from all directions. This small thatched hut has no heating or air conditioning, and this hut is as cold as an ice cellar.

Only the small casserole, which looked like a gas bomb, was steaming. Jiang Meng hesitated for a moment, but decided that she would rather freeze than be stinking to death.

"Ah-"

Jiang Meng turned her head and yawned, wrapped her unlined clothes tighter, and asked pitifully, "Chicken Xiaopang, what is my identity in this new world? Could it be a little beggar?"

Judging from the current situation, this person is skinny, dressed in coarse cloth, and the place he lives in smells like an open-air toilet... It's really not his fault for being too negative.

Chicken Xiaopang laughed "giggle", took out its little book, and described the outline of this world.

This world is an ancient world that has never appeared in modern history. Dazhao was founded more than a hundred years ago. Today, Emperor Zhaoming is a generation of Mingjun. Capable ministers brainstorm and discuss state affairs.As a result, the politics of Dazhao was clear, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the sky above the city seemed to be filled with purple aura that symbolized auspiciousness.

However, I don't know when, the peaceful and prosperous age showed signs of collapse.

With more and more frequent provocations from foreign tribes, Emperor Zhaoming was overwhelmed with worry, and his health deteriorated day by day. The courtiers urged the emperor to appoint a heir as soon as possible, so the drama of the emperor's family's struggle for the throne started vigorously.

Compared to the honest and honest first prince Yan Ruoheng and the second prince Yan Nanhuai who was talented and thoughtful since childhood, the third prince Yan Xiao who is the male protagonist seems to be more unlucky.

As soon as he was born, his mother concubine passed away due to dystocia, and was arranged by Emperor Zhaoming to be raised by the eldest prince's mother concubine, Empress Jinxian.After finally growing up to the age of five, he was kidnapped by the scheming second prince, and has been living among the people since then, experiencing all the hardships of life.

However, the hero's fate is full of ups and downs. The killer responsible for abducting Yan Xiao, Xiao Qing, felt compassionate when facing a five-year-old child, and didn't have the heart to kill him, so he sealed up his memory. He was raised by his side and practiced martial arts with his disciple Xiao Ling.

More than ten years later, Xiao Qing's disobedience to keep Yan Xiao was discovered by the second prince, Yan Nanhuai. Yan Nanhuai, who had become the prince, became more and more ruthless. After poisoning Xiao Qing with a bottle of poisoned wine, he bought Xiao Qing again. water chestnut.

Xiao Ling grew up with Yan Xiao, and won Yan Xiao's trust. Yan Nanhuai asked Xiao Ling to see the opportunity to kill Yan Xiao, and promised him endless glory and wealth after the event was completed.

Xiao Ling was a spineless coward when he was a child, and he didn't learn the integrity of Xiao Qing, he only cares about profit, and when he heard that Yan Nanhuai is the current prince, he immediately hugged the golden thigh and nodded like a rattle .

Later, the male protagonist naturally did not die, not only regained his memory, but also recognized the true face of his little bamboo horse Xiao Ling.

In a fit of rage, the male lead took revenge like a hacker and seized the throne. After reaching the pinnacle of his life, he became completely abnormal.

Jiang Meng raised her hand to interrupt, and asked tremblingly, "I'm Xiao Ling?"

Ji Xiaopang nodded.

Jiang Meng wiped the cold sweat off her forehead: "You mean that the male lead turned abnormal in the end..."

Ji Xiaopang had a good time: "It's just playing Dragon Bed SM, shackles play and... all plays that you can't imagine."

Jiang Meng's face turned completely pale, how could this sultry world be so insane? !

With a sound of "squeak—" the broken wooden door was pushed open, and the man who came in was tall and straight, with a handsome face, a gilded sword hanging on the side of the black brocade robe, and the indifference of the whole person was daunting .

Since the death of both his wife and children, Xiao Qing has been walking alone. In order to survive, she has done things that seek money and kill her.Perhaps the young son who died was too much of a blow to him, the cruel and ruthless killer Xiao Qing was the only one who couldn't be hard on the young children, when he saw Xiao Ling lying on the snow lying dying, his heart softened, and he Saved the person back.

As soon as Jiang Meng guessed, he knew that the man in front of him was his master with a cold face and a warm heart.

He staggered down from the bed, walked over with his little head drooping, hugged Xiao Qing's thigh, and softly called: "Master."

Now I am just a frail eight-year-old child, I will find a thigh to hug me first.Although Xiao Qing was not a good person in the true sense, at least it did no harm to him.

Xiao Qing still cherished words like gold, and directly acquiesced to Jiang Meng's scribbled apprenticeship, then he reached out and raised his little apprentice's face, and corrected it expressionlessly: "It's the master, not the teacher."

Jiang Meng looked at Xiao Qing with a smile on her face, one of her white teeth was missing, and her words leaked out: "Master."

Xiao Qing smiled lightly, and didn't make things difficult for Jiang Meng anymore, he walked to another corner of the thatched cottage, lifted the lid of the small casserole, sniffed it expressionlessly, and asked, "What's your name? "

Jiang Meng looked at the medicine dregs rolling in the small casserole in horror, and endorsed it like a letter: "My name is Ling'er, my family is poor, my parents sold me to a human trafficker, and the man didn't give me food, so I escaped..."

Xiao Qing nodded, and waved to her little apprentice: "Come here, drink the medicine."

Jiang Meng was stiff all over, as if frozen, and stood for a while with a tangled face, before crying and begging for mercy: "Master, my apprentice is afraid of suffering..."