NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Yan Liang was stunned for a moment, and was caught off guard by the kiss. He didn't have much emotion on his face, and his face that was cold by the rain didn't show any signs of redness or heat.

"Young Master Du, I don't sleep well." Yan Liang smiled with ease.

The peach blossom eyes are bent, staring very closely at the pair of indifferent sleeping phoenix eyes, the eyes are extremely black and pure, as if they can suck people into the unknown abyss.

After a long time, he smiled meaningfully: "The sleeping I said is different from the sleeping that Brother Liang understands."

"...Oh." Who wouldn't play dumb?Yan Liang's complexion remained unchanged, his eyelashes half drooping.

"Okay, okay, brother Liang is not too temperamental, and it doesn't make much sense if he falls asleep."

"..." The expression on Yan Liang's face was a bit like Amitabha.

"I will remember this favor for Brother Liang~" After a pause, his eyes lit up: "How about letting Brother Liang be on top and I on the bottom?"

Yan Liang rubbed his nose and smiled indescribably: "Except for that matter, I will accompany you to the end."

"Forget it, forget it, I'll just wait, and I will definitely wait until the day when brother Liang is willing to sleep with me."

After thinking for a while, he said again: "It should be the day when I slept with you."

"..."

Seeing the purple clothes passing by and disappearing into the door curtain of the medicine room, Yan Liang heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed his brows, Du Yu, a young man, is really ambitious.

For some reason, after being reborn, Yan Liang was always being molested, molested, molested... completely different from the situation where everyone saw him avoiding him.

He subconsciously touched the badly burned left face, the smooth and flat touch was very unfamiliar, and he smiled wryly in his heart. Sure enough, without the hideous scar, he was also treated badly.

For the role of Du Yu, he is sure that he has never written it, perhaps because of the butterfly effect caused by the act of wearing a book, a batch of new characters have been derived, so there are more variables.

Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil, and the matter has come to this point, so we have to bite the bullet and deal with everything.

……

Du Yu fiddled with it for more than half an hour, and boiled a big pot of medicinal soup, saying that it was a medicinal bath for the unconscious boy.

Yan Liang leaned closer to smell it, and immediately sneezed a few times. His eyes glistened with water, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. He pinched his nose and asked, "This medicinal bath... has pepper?"

Du Yu nodded: "There are also dried ginger, garlic, cinnamon and star anise."

"Would you like to add more cooking wine?" Yan Liang shook his head and joked, in fact, in Jicheng, there is a custom of cannibalism, especially this kind of young man with delicate skin, tender flesh and abundant vitality is the most popular.

Du Yu raised his eyebrows: "Good idea."

Saying so, he really added half a pot of cooking wine to the bathtub, and the aroma immediately overflowed, as if he was cooking meat and bone soup.

"..."

"Brother Liang, don't think I'm messing around. He soaked in the corpse water for a long time, and the aniseed material must be put in more heavily to strengthen the yang and drive away evil spirits."

"...Young Master Du is thoughtful." Yan Liang said with a serious face, and sprinkled a handful of salt into the medicine basin...

Du Yu was dumbfounded, and then laughed out loud: "My elder brother Liang is the worst."

Yan Liang stripped off the young man's clothes and immersed them in the medicinal soup. The water just covered his chest, revealing his delicate collarbone, broad and thin shoulders, and a large expanse of fair skin.

The girdle on the young man's head had long since been lost, and the rain had washed away the blood clots that had condensed in his hair just now. His long black hair was winding down like a waterfall of ink, scattered in the hot medicinal soup, and the wet The fair skin is intertwined with each other, revealing a hint of abstinence and ambiguity.

Yan Liang looked at the beauty in the medicine, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. No matter which book he puts in, this kind of Rongzhi demeanor is not a passer-by, right?

Because of his disfigurement since he was a child, he knew that his appearance was ugly and terrifying, so he never dared to look directly at others. His concept of beauty and ugliness was much weaker than ordinary people, so when he wrote books, he never focused too much on his appearance. The number one beauty and heroine in the book are all mentioned in a few strokes, and the male characters are even more sloppy.

Therefore, the way of judging characters from their appearance does not work.

Yan Liang didn't really care about it, anyway, the young man who was supposed to die in the barren grave would not be an important role, and when he woke up, he would talk about it and drag him down.

After the man settled down in the medicine soup, Yan Liang pricked several acupuncture points on his body with embroidery needles filled with spiritual power. The silent spiritual veins in the young man's body slowly revived, and the spiritual power also moved weakly and orderly. The ray of life gradually expanded.

The clothes pulled from the boy's body had long been stained with blood, and the original pattern could not be seen clearly. Du Yu threw it away, leaving only an amber pendant, which Yan Liang broke out from the boy's clenched palm. It took a lot of effort The power of two tigers.

A blue flower is wrapped in the crystal clear amber, with a coquettish and rich color.

"Brother Liang, I think the blue petals in the amber are very similar to the pattern on your face." Du Yu took a closer look, his eyes glowed, and he was obviously very interested in the shiny amber.

Yan Liang didn't take it seriously: "The blue flowers in the world are mostly similar, it's just a coincidence."

Moreover, there is only one petal, and there is no similarity.

He put away the amber for the boy

, thinking that the other party values ​​it so much, it must be a very precious thing.

From that day on, Yan Liang took a look at the medicine man in the soup from time to time, to prevent him from slipping and falling into the water and drowning, at the same time, he also poured spiritual power into him to restore his spiritual veins.

In the past ten days or so, the man's breathing and pulse were very weak, and his skin became whiter and fairer due to the medicinal juice.

"Brother Liang picked him up, is he planning to raise him as a daughter-in-law?"

Yan Liang smiled: "If he was a girl, I might think so."

Du Yu stuck out his tongue: "Male daughter-in-law is nothing new."

"I'll forget it. If you like it, just work hard." Yan Liang joked with Du Yu calmly, and Yan Liang stuck the needle into the other's skin, slowly drained the spiritual power, and suddenly frowned.

Du Yu over there didn't notice at all, and shook his head playfully: "I have the deepest affection for Brother Liang, how can I still look down on others."

Yan Liang used two things at once, chatting and laughing with Du Yu a few words, then stood up and hurried to the side, Yan Liang's expression turned cold immediately, and his tone was flat: "If you wake up, just open your eyes."

Across the enchanting water mist, the long and narrow eyes slowly opened. The moment the four eyes met, Yan Liang clearly caught a trace of surprise and fear from the other's sight, which was fleeting.

They were silent for a while, and instead of being grateful, each other's eyes revealed a hint of guard and hatred.

Forget about being on guard. Judging from the injuries on the young man's body, he must have been framed by someone. It is understandable for outsiders to be suspicious. It is abominable... Yan Liang was a little puzzled, but he didn't really take it to heart. With no scar on the left side of his face, because of his ferocious appearance, he has received quite a few hateful looks since he was a child, and he has long been used to it.

"Although your injuries are better, but because of the Resentment Gu, the immortal bone was also severely injured by the ghost bite, and you need to take care of it for at least a year and a half." Yan Liang broke the silence first, and his words were objective and merciful.

With this young man's situation, it is fate to be able to wake up, and he can only resign himself to the recovery of his cultivation base.

Since then, the possibility of becoming a useless person is quite high.

The long and narrow eyes still did not move away from Yan Liang's face, her thin lips moved slightly, and it took a long time before she uttered a few words: "Thank you for saving me."

"It's nothing, let's just go with it." Yan Liang raised his forehead, and the tone of the bitter and suspicious voice seemed to be grateful, did he pick up a white-eyed wolf?

He never regretted anything he did, he saved it when he saved it, and he didn't take the other party's attitude to heart. He took out a set of clean clothes from the closet and put them neatly on the table next to the medicine barrel.

"Put it on yourself later." Thinking of the other party's nakedness and how much inconvenience he would have, he was about to turn around and leave.

"you……"

"Huh?" Yan Liang paused, turned around and looked back.

The fear in the black eyes gradually faded, but the vigilance continued unabated: "Dare to ask your benefactor, what's your name?"

This sentence was obviously a test, Yan Liang smiled lightly: "I'm going to Yan Liang."

The look of doubt in the opponent's eyes grew even worse.

"This little brother, do you recognize me?" Yan Liang's mind turned quickly, thinking that it can't be so coincidental?

Although An Zhiyu didn't have much sense of presence in the original book, he was completely bad, and he also got into a lot of misfortunes because of his dandyism and owed a lot of romantic debts. His face and identity are too disadvantaged. Is this young man an old man? I know, it's really hard to say.

The man frowned and shook his head lightly, obviously lying.

Yan Liang thought to himself, it was a chance to find this person in the pile of corpses in the barren mound, and it would be petty to care about it any more, so he nodded lightly: "I was overthinking."

At the end, he added: "This is a lonely city, you should be more cautious on weekdays."

The moment he raised his foot and stepped over the threshold, a young man's voice sounded behind him, much more determined than before: "In Xiajiang, thank you, Senior Yan, for your rescue."