[Transmigration Book] On the hero's death and face-slapping

The woman walked towards He Lin with voluptuous steps. He Lin was already drunk but still hadn't stopped moving his hands.

"Guilty... guilty, I... senior brother, I... hiccup..."

"Young master? Young master~~"

The woman bent down and leaned against He Lin's ear to call him, her voice was indescribably charming.

"Young master, you are drunk, how about we go to the room to rest~"

The woman would draw a long ending sound at the end of every sentence, which made Shang Bupo, who was secretly observing from the side, get goosebumps all over his body, and almost couldn't help but go up to greet the woman directly with his fist.

He Lin vaguely felt a soft hand stroking his back, slowly sliding down his waist and moving to a dangerous place.

"You, who are you?"

Although He Lin was drunk, he still sensed something was wrong, and stopped the movement of the woman in front of him in time with his hand.

"My lord, you actually forgot my concubine so quickly. I am so sad... This concubine... This concubine is your confidante, Xiao Hong!"

"Little Red?"

The woman nodded with her watery almond eyes.

"Xiaohong!" He Lin exclaimed suddenly, his emotions suddenly became agitated, "Xiaohong! Xiaohong...I'm sorry..."

The woman stared dumbfounded at He Lin who suddenly grabbed her and couldn't help crying, feeling a little at a loss.

"For so many years, I have never forgotten you in my heart... It's all because my cousin came to our house as a guest when I was young. The family was poor, and I really had nothing to sell. I had no choice... I had no choice... I had to kill you to treat guests... Xiao Hong, I'm sorry..."

Crying and crying, she let go of her hand again: "But the one I'm most sorry for is my junior brother. Junior brother... Senior brother is right... I'm sorry for you..."

After speaking, as if everything that happened just now had never existed, he began to drink wine on his own.

The woman looked at He Lin who treated her like a cloud of air with some embarrassment, shook her head and returned to Shang Bupo's table.

"Young master, I'd better return the gold to you, that person may not be interested in me."

Shang Bupo shrugged helplessly, and put the ingot of gold back into his arms.

The woman was not in a hurry to leave, she cast her fiery gaze on him for a while, and then said: "However... you are so handsome, if you are willing to sleep with me for one night, it doesn't matter if you don't get paid, how about it? "

The fake smile mask on Shang Bupo's face was removed, and replaced with his original face, he said to the woman in a calm and cold voice: "Do you really think you can catch my eyes with your looks? Since you are in this line of work, then don't keep your voice down." Are you a sow?" He took out the gold and put it on the table again: "Take the money and disappear from my eyes as soon as possible, just looking at it will spoil my appetite."

The woman stood in front of him in a daze, motionless as if frightened.After a while, two suspicious blushes appeared on his face.

"Aren't you going to get out? Do you have to let me throw you out myself?"

Another woman standing not far away who seemed to be a female companion saw that something was wrong, so she hurried over and pulled her: "I told you to get lost, why are you still here, hurry up!"

Finally dragged the woman out of the inn, only to hear the woman whisper as if waking up from a dream: "That young man is so handsome."

The woman beside him cursed, "Crazy."

Shang Bupo naturally heard it, and after taking a sip of wine unhappily, he cursed in a low voice, "It's disgusting."

Half of He Lin's body had already collapsed on the chair. A big man was crying like this, causing people around him to look sideways.

Shang Bupo couldn't stand it any longer, walked up to him and dragged him up.

"You... What are you doing?" He Lin narrowed his eyes and asked vaguely.

Shang Bupo: "Have you forgotten? I am Xiaolan!"

"Xiaolan?" He Lin seemed a little dazed, tilted his head and thought carefully for a while: "Who is Xiaolan?"

He Lin walked out while supporting him: "You actually forgot me, Xiaolan, Xiaolan, I'm so sad."

He said sad on his mouth, but couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Yes...is it..."

Just like that, the drunk He Lin was tricked out of the inn by Shang Bupo's few words.

"My wine... where is my wine..."

"Drink up."

"Did you drink it all for me?" He Lin's face turned serious, "Give it back to me."

"Okay, okay, I'll pay you back as much as you want."

After hearing this, He Lin giggled, then fell asleep with his head tilted.

Shangbupo: "..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Shang Bupo directly hugged him in the posture of a princess. To his surprise, He Lin, who looked quite thin, was heavier than he imagined.

He Lin woke up the next day with a dull pain in his head. He couldn't remember what happened last night. Now he was lying on a strange bed. Judging from the surrounding environment, he judged that this was an inn.

Suddenly, a hand was caught off guard on his chest, so frightened that he almost thought he had encountered a ghost, but when he turned his head, it turned out to be a man with an unusually handsome face.

He Lin was so frightened that he quickly jumped off the bed.

Shang Bupo also opened his eyes after hearing the sound.

"You... who are you and why are you in my bed?"

Shang Bupo couldn't help laughing: "I should be the one who should ask this question. I booked the inn, why do you think I'm here?"

He Lin frowned, stared at him for a while, and finally remembered who he was: "It's you? Why did you appear here?"

"It really hurts my heart for you to ask me that. If I hadn't appeared in time yesterday, I'm afraid you would have been robbed of your virginity by that woman by now."

In a daze, He Lin remembered some fragments, and his face flushed suddenly: "Say, what nonsense!"

Shang Bupo thought to himself, this idiot is unexpectedly innocent, and couldn't help teasing: "Oh, what happened to the junior you kept talking about last night? Why are you so caring?"

"What's the matter with you."

"Cut." Shang Bupo lazily leaned against the head of the bed: "Then tell me, how do I compare with that junior brother of yours?"

"What do you mean?"

Shang Bupo raised his eyebrows at him: "What are you talking about?"

He Lin snorted coldly, "My junior brother looks so beautiful, he is astonishing as a heavenly being, there is no comparison between you and him at all."

Shang Bupo's face suddenly sank: "I didn't expect you to speak quite embarrassingly. But it doesn't matter, what I want to tell you is that I spent a night with you yesterday and found that I didn't hate it, so I decided to take you back Be my mistress."

"You are sick, and very sick."

He Lin didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned around and was about to leave, Shang Bupo suddenly flew up to him and took his hand: "Oh, it's okay if you don't like me as your wife! Can't we discuss it? I said, you should You should be honored, for so many years, you are the first person who caught my eyes."

He Lin looked at him angrily, and after a while he couldn't hold back a word: "I, I don't like men."

Shang Bupo: "I don't like men either, I just like you, I'm just interested in you, it's not your gender."

He Lin was shocked by his unreasonable reasoning and doubted his life. How can there be love between men?

"Anyway, let me go, I'm going back."

"Back to the Tang Sect?" Shang Bupo sneered, "I probably understood some of your nonsense last night. Are you blaming yourself for not informing him in time when the Tang Sect attacked your junior brother? Let him escape? I've also heard about Wei Yao's affairs, and to be honest, compared to us who are crooked and evil in your eyes, your master is not much better, in the end, you are just a hypocrite."

"You..." He Lin stared wide-eyed, choked for a long time before saying awkwardly: "That's my master, it's not your turn to comment here."

"Well, after all, he is your master after all, I understand, but..." Shang Bupo smiled slyly: "Don't even think about going back, Tangmen, if you dare to go back, I will let someone send the invitation card And send the gift of thanks to your Tang Sect, I don’t know how your bastard master will react then, tsk tsk tsk..."

Shang Bupo rubbed his chin, as if he had been immersed in his own fantasy.

He Lin looked at him unreasonably, then sighed: "It's up to you, I didn't plan to go back to Tang Sect."

He will not go back until he finds Wei Yao.

In his eyes, Wei Yao has always been a gentle and kind person. Even though his identity is quite controversial, and the blood of the former leader of the Demon Cult is flowing in his body, but this practice of killing everything...

He really couldn't agree.

So he must find Wei Yao and confirm his safety before he can feel at ease.

After all, it was him who brought him into the Tang Sect.

If he hadn't met Wei Yao back then, and Wei Yao had never had an intersection with Tang Sect, would the situation be completely different now?

So far, all he can do is this.

By the way, Dai Wangshu, his second uncle.

On the day of the incident, his second uncle escaped from the Tang Sect. If Dai Wangshu can be found, maybe he will also find clues to Wei Yao?

With this in mind, He Lin immediately started to act.

Shang Bupo saw that his expression was ever-changing, his brows furrowed and then relaxed, even funny, and he became even more interested in him.

Silently following behind him, He Lin neither chased him nor answered him, just walked wordlessly.

"Why don't you talk, it's so boring."

He Lin felt that this person was very annoying and difficult to deal with. He was afraid that once he responded to the other party, he would say something that caught him off guard and was speechless, so fortunately he kept silent.

Shang is not angry at all, looking at He Lin's back, thinking that one day he will definitely be captured.

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Wei Yao and Wang Shu did not appear in this chapter...

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