I stabbed the villain [Quick Transmigration]

A faint smell of porridge came from the tip of Xiao Che's nose, and someone called him softly in his ear.

"Brother."

"Don't sleep, get up and eat something first."

He opened his eyes and saw Jing Cun sitting on the side of the bed neatly dressed, holding warm porridge in his hand, and bent his eyes at him.

Xiao Che tried to sit up, but a pain came from his lower body, and his face turned pale instantly.

Jing Cun quickly put down the porridge, helped him sit up, and put a soft pillow behind his back.

"Slower."

He blew on the porridge and put the spoon on Xiao Che's lips. Seeing the disgust in Xiao Che's eyes, he coaxed him in a warm voice, "Senior brother, I can only eat light food now, wait a few days... You can change it when it’s better.”

Xiao Che pursed his lower lip, his earlobes turned a little red, he lowered his head and obediently drank the porridge.

Jing Cun fed him the whole bowl of porridge, put the porridge bowl and spoon aside, and wiped the corners of Xiao Che's lips with a handkerchief.

"Senior brother... I'll go to Chang Ling to have a look later, you stay in the inn, just rest today."

Xiao Che, "I'm with you."

Jing Cun held him down and held his hand, "I'll go and have a look, and I'll be back in a while."

"Brother is waiting for me at the inn." Jing Cun said warmly, "Be obedient."

He held Xiao Che's hand and kissed it on his lips, "Senior brother, do you have anything you want to eat? I'll drop by and bring it back later."

Xiao Che thought for a while, "Sugar Oil Baba."

Jing Cun pinched his fingertips, "That one is too sweet, change it."

"Gone."

Jing Cun, "Then I'll watch and buy it on the way, brother, wait for me when I come back."

He got up and put the book on the coffee table beside Xiao Che's bed, "If you're bored, read a book for a while."

"Brother, wait for me to come back."

When Jing Cun went out, his footsteps paused, he put a barrier at the door of the room, turned around and looked at the bed, Xiao Che was looking at him with his dark eyes.

He smiled, "Brother, wait for me."

On the first floor, the shop waiter asked, "Guest officer, are you going out?"

"Why don't you see your brother?"

Jing Cun, "He is resting."

The waiter let out a cry and reminded him, "Remember to come back before dark."

The eaves in the streets and alleys are low and the tiles are deep, spots are scattered on the bluestone slabs, and the wheels of the small carts are spinning, leaving a shallow wheel mark on the ground.

Jing Cun left the Changling, and the locust tree forest was quiet, there were no shadows of monsters under the trees, and the nighttime ghost energy had all dissipated.

He looked around, the branches of the locust tree were shaking in the wind, and the faces reflected on the dark brown trunk became clearer.

Jing Ling drew a silver light in the air, and Jing Cun pressed it back.

"Don't go there."

I don't know what these locust trees are used for, but they are so evil that they are definitely not good things.

Jing Cun took out a few talismans from his sleeve, put his fingertips on the edge of the tiger teeth and bit them lightly, and drew a demon-controlling spell on the talismans.

"The Dao is clear, and the soul returns."

Huang Fu flew on the locust tree, the air was silent for a moment, the distorted human face on the locust tree began to struggle densely, blood flowed from the face, and hoarse cry came out.

The crimson blood flowed all over the ground along the trunk, the yellow talisman became more and more radiant, and the locust tree withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The human face is constantly distorted, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small convex point on the tree trunk.

The blood was flowing at Jing Cun's feet, Jing Cun moved away a little, and used his sword to cast a formation on the ground.

The formation is a synoptic formation, which allows him to see what is happening in this place at any time.

Jing Cun set up an array, took Jingling back to the city.

The peddler yesterday was still frying sugar cakes at the same place, shouting, "Sugar oil cakes—not sweet, no money—"

The oil pan was boiling, and the snow-white dough was fried, and the aroma of sugar shreds floated in the air.

Jing Cun thought for a while, Xiao Che said he wanted to eat this, and he walked over.

Feeling a little tangled in his heart, Xiao Che would vomit after eating, so he stopped in his tracks.

The peddler saw the person coming and greeted him, "Master, two yuan? It's so sweet——"

Jing Cun thought for a while, and took out two silver coins from his sleeve, "I want a sugar oil cake, not sugar oil."

System 231, "..."

The peddler froze for a moment, seeing such an unreasonable request for the first time.He glanced at Jing Cun up and down, thinking that this young man looked decent, but he didn't expect to be forced by something.

Thinking this way in his heart, he smiled and said, "Good sir."

The peddler took the money and kneaded the dough for him on the spot. He didn't pour sugar and oil, just put it in the pan and fried it, and when it was fried, he took it out and put it in a paper bag for him.

Jing Cun looked at the oily dough in the oil paper bag, clicked his tongue, and thanked the vendor.

Along the way, he bought some other snacks, trying to pick out the slightly sweet ones, and bought two story books along the way.

When we got back to the inn, it was time for lunch, Jing ordered food from the waiter in the shop, and asked the waiter to serve it in a while.

"Brother."

Jing Cun opened the door and saw Xiao Che was reading a book on the bed, put all the things he bought on the table, and closed the door smoothly.

Xiao Che raised his head, his eyes fell on the things he bought on the table.

There was an obvious light yellow dough, which looked oily, and I didn't know what it was.

Jing Cun picked up the oily dough, walked towards him, and handed it to him.

"Senior brother, the sugar oil cake you want."

Xiao Che's dark eyes looked at the things in Jing Cun's hands, and he pursed his lips and said, "Why is it different from what I saw yesterday."

He remembered that it was obviously not like this.

Jing Cun showed two small canine teeth, "I didn't ask people to put sugar oil."

Xiao Che, "..."

He pushed Jing Cun's hand away, "No more."

Without sugar and oil, he still eats a fart.

Jing Cun withdrew his hand regretfully, "I bought something else, and it will be delivered for lunch later, eat first, and save the snacks for the afternoon."

While talking, there was a knock on the door of the room, Jing Cun went to open the door, the waiter came in with three dishes and one soup, and put the food on the table.

After putting it down, the shop waiter withdrew.

"Brother, are you still in pain?"

Xiao Che felt that Jing Cun seemed to have changed his attitude towards him, much more gentle than usual.He felt a little awkward in his heart, half pushed and half agreed yesterday, it wasn't that Jing Cun was really forcing him, most of it was his voluntary.

Now his relationship with Jing Cun...

Speaking of it, it was just a one-night stand, but the attitude of Wang Jingcun seemed to take him seriously?

Xiao Che was still confused, but he knew that he didn't dislike Jing Cun's kindness to him... It seemed that he was still a little happy in his heart.

He thought about it, and said honestly, "It still hurts."

Jing Cun lifted his quilt and put one hand on his knee, "Then let me feed my brother."

As they spoke, they hugged Xiao Che up and sat down at the dining table, carefully letting Xiao Che sit on his lap.

Xiao Che put his arms around his neck, saw the tenderness in Jing Cun's eyes, and felt his heart burn.

"Brother, sit down."

Jing Cun went to get the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the dish and blew it on his lips before feeding it to him.

Feed him patiently little by little. When feeding the soup, he tasted a little bit first, and then passed the spoon to Xiao Che's lips.

Xiao Che held the food in his mouth, and grabbed the lapel of Jing Cun's clothes when he was about to serve him soup.

Jing Cun paused and looked down at him.

"Brother?"

Xiao Che clenched the skirt of his clothes tightly, his dark eyes reflected his face, "We... what's the relationship now?"

Jing put down the spoon and held his cold white fingers.

"what relationship?"

"You and I have already done the bed thing, brother... what do you think?"

Jing Cun raised his eyebrows, asked himself and answered, "Naturally, it's the relationship between Taoist couples."

"I will mention it to the elder when I go back."

Xiao Che was stunned for a moment, the word "Tao Companion" rang in his ears, the beating of his heart became stronger and stronger one after another, and the boiling blood poured into his heart, making his temples tingle from the shock.

Inexplicable joy...as if it came from the depths of the soul...this person will be tied to him for the rest of his life.

Xiao Che clenched his fingers tightly, his indifferent face couldn't hide his joy, "Really?"

Jing Cun curled his lower lip, "Never lie to senior brother."

Xiao Che let go of his hand, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

After Jing Cun fed him and finished eating, Xiao Che's dark eyes kept staring at him, as if looking at his private property, which made his scalp numb.

This feeling...is all too familiar.

Jing Cun wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and carried him back to the bed.

"Brother has been reading this morning?"

Xiao Che stared at him and nodded.

"I bought a storybook on the way, and when I finish eating...give the speechbook to my brother."

Xiao Che, "Okay."

After Jing Cun finished eating, he cleared the table and took down the bowls and chopsticks.

After he came back, he picked out a script at random, moved the lacquered wooden chair and sat beside Xiao Che's bed.

Jing Cun glanced at the title, it said the secret history of the Immortal Vehicle.

Turning to the first page, he saw a familiar name.

He Jinxian, the seventh prince of Xiancheng.

Jing Cun clicked his tongue. Is it a coincidence that he has the same name and surname as the object of his last mission?

System 231, "Ding, this plane is a previous life derived from the previous plane, and part of it is real."

Jing Cun opened the script and read it again.

He looked up at Xiao Che looking at him, paused, and began to read.

"Mr. Jing is the son of the general who protects the country. I don't know his name. I only know that he was the companion of the Seventh Prince during Emperor Yuan's reign."

"He was ambiguous between the second prince and the seventh prince... Later he went to the border town with the army, and entangled with the second prince all the way in the border town..."

"The Seventh Prince chased after him...the two asked Mr. Jing to choose one...Mr. Jing finally chose the Seventh Prince."

……

Seeing the ending of the story along the way, it roughly talked about his ambiguous relationship with the two of them. He saw the ending and his eyes paused.

Xiao Che poked him once, "And then."

Jing Cun, "Luo Tianhan killed Mr. Jing with an arrow... Later, the Seventh Prince killed Luo Tianhan... He also stabbed the Second Prince to death... Finally, he killed himself."

After listening to the whole story, Xiao Che had no expression on his face.

Jing Cun clicked his tongue, thinking to himself, this He Jinxian...is really cruel.

"What do you think, brother?"

What he asked was the Seventh Prince.

Xiao Che glanced at him with his dark eyes, and said calmly, "The Seventh Prince should find a way to kill the Second Prince and Luo Tianhan from the beginning, so that there will be no series of troubles later."

"..."

Jing Cun's eyelids twitched, and he said softly, "Brother, you can't kill people at will."

Xiao Che frowned, realizing that he had spoken his true inner thoughts, he nodded, and followed the scene, "You're right."

Jing Cun, "..."

There was a knock on the door, and Jing stored the script, "I'll go and have a look."

He stood up and went to the door, and when he opened the door, he was thrown into his arms by the person who came.

"A Cun." The voice was soft, and Bai Luoyao rubbed his head in his arms.

"I haven't seen you for a few days...does A Cun miss me?"

The author has something to say: The author of knocking the door is reluctant to part with the little red flower, so he updated it with tears.