NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Second son...?

This title was so familiar that Yan Liang's already pale face was completely drained of blood, even the pain was forgotten.

"Who the hell are you, Mr. Fu..."

The hideous bite marks on the neck turned the flesh, and the blood seeped into the collar. Yan Liang met the opponent's eyes, and clearly saw the description of himself in embarrassment and panic in the opponent's eyes.

The man smiled slightly: "Second Young Master really hasn't changed at all. Instead of worrying about others, you should think carefully about your own situation."

"..."

The man buried his head and licked the oozing blood again: "Don't worry, I'm just borrowing this body temporarily, it's not about seizing the house, Fu Xuanliang is just asleep now."

"you know me?"

The man chuckled and raised his head, brushing Yan Liang's face with cool fingers, and finally resting on the Jue Lan tattoo on his face: "Naturally, no matter when you were Yan Liang, or when you were Young Master Ji."

Yan Liang's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he looked at the other party with wide eyes in disbelief, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

The man patted his face gently and smiled: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. In this world, I'm the only one who won't hurt you."

After a pause, he continued: "Now that Ji Ke, don't get too close."

"..."

"After all, you are not the person in the story, so don't pretend to be passionate and get too deep into the drama."

Yan Liang was stunned in shock, and murmured, "Lang'er is not..."

This time, the other party was stunned, took a deep look at Yan Liang, and immediately raised the corner of his lips: "You called him Liang'er? How much do you remember?"

"What do you remember?" Yan Liang asked calmly.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's boring to ask knowingly."

At some point in the sand, a few strands of extremely thin ghost hair spread out, wrapping coldly and softly around Yan Liang's wrists and ankles, making him unable to move at all. He knew in his heart that this was an illusion created by the other party, and struggling was futile. , Simply settle down to sort out your thoughts.

The four eyes met, pondered for a moment and Yan Liang said: "I had a glimpse of the past in Mengchuan, but I didn't know it clearly. What happened to me and that Liang'er?"

Intuitively, he thought this person knew the ins and outs.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was actually teasing: "Isn't he your well-behaved nephew, the treasure you hold in your heart?"

"..."

Seeing the embarrassment on Yan Liang's face, the man suppressed his smile: "Don't be naive, it's because of your good nephew that you ruined everything."

Yan Liang's face darkened, and he asked, "What do you mean?"

"He betrayed you and made you suffer."

For some reason, upon hearing these words, a hole seemed to open in Yan Liang's heart, and the cold wind blew in, chilling him to the core. Even though he knew it was unbelievable, even though there were many doubts, he felt sad for no reason. .

"You don't believe it? When you think about it later, you will naturally understand that what I said today is true. It is useless for me to say more now."

"What is your purpose in bringing me here?"

The man smiled, stamped his blood-stained lips on the blue flower tattoo on his face, and said in a low voice, "It's been so many years, of course, I miss you."

Goosebumps popped up all over Yan Liang's body, and the man continued to bury his head on his neck and drink blood with gusto: "Don't expect your little nephew to save you, someone will entertain him naturally."

Perhaps it was due to excessive blood loss, Yan Liang began to feel dizzy, and the pale moon in the sky separated countless silhouettes...

"Who can entertain me?"

Before the words fell, the sound of piercing the sky came, and the weight on Yan Liang's body suddenly lightened, and the man's eyes showed panic and anger, and he avoided the sword intent of the sinking water.

He deftly turned over and rolled to the side, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his lips and smiled evilly: "I actually underestimated the enemy, Second Young Master, we will meet later."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Xuanliang's expression paused, and a blank look appeared on his face again. The next moment, he fell unconsciously into the sand like a puppet with a broken thread.

At the same time, only two swishing sounds were heard, and the piercing sword intent brushed past him. The ghost hair tied around Yan Liang's wrists and ankles instantly fell apart, sinking into the sheath, and before Yan Liang could stand up, Ji Ke had already bent down and hugged him horizontally, seeing the hideous wound on Yan Liang's neck and the blood-stained collar, his face was gloomy and pale, but his eyes were distressed.

Before the bleeding had completely stopped, Yan Liang looked at the other side's gloomy face, so he put on a calm look, took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and said, "This is the medicine to stop the bleeding, apply it on for me." Bar."

"Okay." Ji Ke sat on the ground, let Yan Liang lean on him, took the porcelain bottle and sprinkled the medicine powder evenly on the ectropion wound, gritted his teeth tightly and said nothing, but his hands couldn't stop trembling slightly .

In order to distract his attention and relieve the pain, Yan Liang said in a low voice: "Young Master Fu already knows who you and I are, but it's okay, he promised me that he wouldn't tell."

Ji Ke only nodded, as if he didn't pay much attention to this matter, he pondered for a moment and asked: "What happened to Fu Xuanliang just now?

People, do you know little uncle? "

Yan Liang shook his head: "He said a lot of weird things."

"What?"

"I forgot..." Yan Liang didn't want to take it seriously, so he just pretended that he forgot, "Liang'er, leave as soon as the bleeding stops, this sand mound is unpredictable, carefully swallowed into the coffin below. "

Ji Ke nodded and continued to hug Yan Liang, seeing that the other party did not let go of his intentions, Yan Liang was a little embarrassed: "I can go by myself..."

"No." Since just now, Ji Ke's face has been a little gloomy.

Yan Liang leaned on his shoulder: "I'm really fine, just carry him on your back."

Saying so, he signaled with his eyes that Fu Xuanliang was still fainting unconsciously in the sand. Ji Ke glanced lightly, and made a decision. The ghost hair just now was tied into a braid and tied tightly around Fu Xuanliang. On the wrist, Ji Ke hugged Yan Liang with one hand, and dragged Fu Xuanliang in the sand with the other hand pulling the ghost's hair.

Yan Liang couldn't help but look over Ji Ke's shoulder, and looked back at Fu Xuanliang, who had a head full of sand, feeling speechless.

"Little uncle, there is a wound on your neck and don't move around."

"Liang'er, it's not good..." The other party said that he was also Patriarch Fu's darling, and they dragged him in the sand like an animal...

Ji Ke said coldly: "He hurt my little uncle like this, it's polite to treat him like this."

Yan Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You know it's not his wish."

"It doesn't matter, it's his face anyway."

"...It's really unreasonable." Yan Liang himself didn't realize that there was joyful complaint in his tone.

"Yeah, that's the kind of person I am," Ji Ke's voice was low, blowing in Yan Liang's ear, "little uncle, rest first, I know how to get out, don't worry."

Perhaps it was due to excessive blood loss, and Yan Liang's body was weak and his mind was not very clear. He nodded vaguely, leaning his face on the other's chest, listening to the sound of pounding and jumping faster and faster, he felt extremely at ease.

Lose me?It doesn't exist, I don't have expectations for the personnel and affairs in this story at all, so why blame me?

The wind and sand were raised, fluttering across the horizon of the moonlight innocence.

When they returned to the outskirts of Chixi Town, the sky was thinly lit, and the mountains and haze were filled with birds singing. Ji Ke held the unconscious Yan Liang in one hand, and dragged the half-dead Fu Xuanliang in the other, with no look of tiredness on his face.

After leaving the sand mound, he was quite kind. He was worried that Young Master Fu would die in a bloody mess after being dragged into the town, so he simply built a wooden mat and continued to drag along the road. Got a few bags.

As soon as he entered Chixi Town, Ji Ke saw a monk dressed like snow from afar. The man rushed over when he saw him, and it turned out to be the Fu family.

"Young master, I'm taking the liberty. May I ask if you have seen my little junior brother..." The person who spoke was Fu Jing. His usual chaotic temper was gone, and his eyes were dark and anxious. It was obvious that he hadn't closed his eyes overnight. Distraught.

Ji Ke buried Yan Liang's face in his chest, and said lightly, "Behind."

"Ah?" Upon getting this answer, Fu Jing was obviously taken aback.

"The person on the wooden mat, you see, is your junior brother." Ji Ke's voice was always cold, as if a little impatient.

Fu Jing seemed to have been struck by an electric shock, his whole body trembled, and immediately ran and jumped around Ji Ke and walked quickly to the wooden mat, because he was too impatient and almost fell, the person on the wooden mat was lying on his side with his hair covered He looked at Fu Jing day and night, how could he recognize his little junior brother, and almost cried out in surprise. Everyone searched all night and found nothing. Could it be that he really bumped into him so easily.

But why didn't the junior brother say a word, the sleeves were stained with blood... Fu Jing's heart immediately rose to his throat, and countless guesses came to his mind.

Surprise, excitement, fear, worry... All kinds of emotions are intertwined, making his hands stroking Fu Xuanliang's hair tremble uncontrollably...

Seeing the moment when the younger brother was covered with blood on his face, his expression was instantly ashamed, and he didn't think carefully under his impatience, so he turned his head and stared at Ji Ke viciously: "What's going on?!"

Ji Ke's face was still calm: "This is my wife's blood, he bit it."

"...Ah?!" Only then did Fu Jing notice that the bloodstains on the skirt of the other lady's clothes were even more shocking, and she was not angry at all, as if she was seriously injured.

Fu Jing touched the little junior brother's breath with his fingers, and heaved a sigh of relief, but he was just unconscious... But what happened to that man's wife, the little junior brother bit her?

"I'll leave it to you, and my wife doesn't want to care about it." Putting these words aside, Ji Ke hugged Yan Liang and walked towards the inn, his back disappeared into the fading morning mist.

Fu Jing was dumbfounded, and also hugged his junior brother, the whole person fell into extreme chaos...