NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

"Keep it for now, and I'll tell my little uncle when I get the lucky money on the first day of the new year." Ji Liang actually learned how to play tricks.

The second son couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, I'll seal you a big one."

As soon as the two met, Ah Cheng couldn't get in the way. The past two years seemed to have never existed, and the relationship between the uncle and nephew had not been separated at all. After seeing each other for many years, they only felt closer to each other. If you finish it, you can't finish the wine.

But behind the second son Yan Yan, there seemed to be hidden troubles that were too thick to dissolve. Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, the haze between his brows could not be concealed. Ji Liang noticed it but didn't point it out. He only said that the little uncle didn't like it. In this place of Shichuan, it's just a matter of coming back to celebrate the New Year.

When the group returned to the Ji Mansion, the Second Young Master went to meet the Patriarch as a matter of routine. It felt like they hadn't seen each other for two years. The brother-in-law's eyes became more arrogant and unpredictable, falling on him like a sharp knife, trying to see a few holes in him .

There seemed to be some ulterior motives in this unscrupulous gaze, but the Second Young Master didn't want to think too deeply, so as not to disgust himself.

He couldn't stand it after staying for a while, and wanted to leave on the grounds that he was tired from the journey, but the owner took off his silver gloves and made him a cup of fine silver winter tea. The ghost thread spread all the way into the tightened cuffs.

The second young master frowned slightly, but he didn't take the tea. The corner of his brother-in-law's mouth twitched, and the teacup on the table cracked with a bang, and the hot tea dripped down and splashed on his own hand, but he smiled indifferently: "Ke'er, there is something I want to ask you, and only you can do it."

After a pause, he smiled meaningfully: "Presumably, if your sister was still alive, she would agree with me to do this."

The second young master pursed his lips into a line, and looked at him calmly, the plot point that should come is finally coming.

In this life, he is also a book transmigrator, and he is also a cannon fodder NPC character who promotes the development of the plot, but the task of this life is to advance according to the original script, pushing Ji Liang, who is the protagonist, into the fire pit, without breaking or standing.

As Ji Liang showed his sharpness, it was already tacitly understood by Ji's family that Sect Master Ji was afraid to guard against him.

However, everyone in the He family hinted in every possible way that Ji Liang should restrain him, or fly away like his little uncle, but Ji Liang turned a blind eye and remained indifferent, and still went his own way.At that time, Ji Liang's cultivation level was equal to that of the Patriarch, and with Ji Tong's entrustment before his death, it would definitely not work for the Patriarch to tear his face face to face. Maybe he would even pay his wife and lose his army.

Even if the plot was already known, the lines were no different from the description in the book. After a secret conversation, the second young master resisted the urge to throw the table and walk away several times. After half an hour, he finally came out of the quiet room with an extra coin in his sleeve pocket. Soul jade and a pack of medicinal powder.

That soul jade is a family heirloom of the Ji family, and the holder can order anyone in the Ji family to do anything, no matter whether the thing they do is harmful to nature or violates the ancestral precepts.The soul jade was originally in the hands of his sister, but later the sister gave it to her brother-in-law, who "entrusted" the second son with this.

Looking up, he saw Ji Liang waiting not far away with his sword hanging, he frowned slightly, his hands were clenched into fists unconsciously, his knuckles turned white, his face was full of anxiety and irritability, he was finally relieved when he saw his little uncle come out, Taking two steps at a time, he rushed forward: "Little uncle, are you alright?"

The Second Young Master reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips, and met his gaze: "What can I do?"

Ji Liang looked at the second young master's face firmly, and said firmly: "If he dares to touch you, I will really take his life."

It's funny to say that the Second Young Master played by himself has changed from a villain who was criticized by everyone to a "positive character" standing on the same front as the protagonist. Yan Liang thought to laugh at himself, but he couldn't deceive his inner joy.

"What, you plan to kill my father for me?" The second son changed his tone half-jokingly, and raised his eyes to ask.

Ji Liang's eyes were so serious that it made people tremble: "For the sake of my little uncle, killing my father is nothing, not to mention that I have no blood relationship with him."

The second young master's expression froze, he shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Liang'er, if you say that, my sister will be sad."

"Mother has passed away for a long time, so why should my little uncle say such things."

The second young master was stunned, sighed very lightly and said: "Even so, I will..." That sentence is not worth your doing, and he didn't say it after all.

"What?" His long and narrow eyes flickered, with an inexplicable feeling of bad premonition.

The second son returned to his usual calm and gentle manner: "When spring comes, I will take you to Jiangnan for a stroll. Don't shirk this time."

Ji Liang's gloomy face finally melted away, revealing two small canine teeth: "Okay, it's a deal."

The second young master suppressed his emotions completely: "Tomorrow night on New Year's Eve, may you drink with me to watch the New Year's Eve? It's a drunken red dress brought from Jiangnan."

"I will accompany you to the end, and I will make my little uncle drunk."

"Oh, I am different now."

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

As the two spoke, the original gloomy atmosphere changed instantly. Ji Liang came out with him, walked in the corridor together, and walked through the garden with dead branches and decayed branches together.

The son couldn't bear it anymore, and smiled: "What are you doing with me, go back to the room and sleep when it's late at night."

"The night is dark, and my little uncle hasn't come back for two years. I'm afraid you'll get lost, so it's better to follow."

The second son knew that he was acting like a spoiled child, so he curled his lips together: "If you keep messing around like this, you won't be allowed to drink tomorrow."

Ji Liang pouted immediately: "Okay, I'll go back to sleep right now."

Saying so, Ji Liang still stood still, and the second young master looked at him strangely: "What? Is there something wrong?"

At that time the snow had stopped, and Shi Chuan's moonlight was always pale and desolate, falling coldly on Ji Liang's side face, those long and narrow eyes staring at the second son were so deep that it was impossible to see through, and a faint flame flashed It passed away, causing faint ripples, and there seemed to be some ulterior mystery hidden under the calmness.

"Little uncle, I..."

"Ok?"

"..."

The second young master smiled, he had never seen Ji Liang so hesitant, his sleeping phoenix eyes narrowed beautifully: "Is there anything you can't talk to me about?"

"I... want to sleep with my little uncle tonight."

Unexpectedly, this is what he hesitated to say. The second young master was startled, and then he smiled: "You think it's still a child?"

Ji Liang immediately looked away and didn't answer.

"That's all, then you pack up and come here." The second son is also afraid of this little nephew. When he was a child, he was lonely and difficult to get along with. Why does he become more clingy when he grows up?

Hearing this, Ji Liang laughed unscrupulously, hurriedly went back to the house to bring the bedding and pillows, and lay down beside his little uncle in a well-behaved manner like when he was a child.

Even though it was a bone-chillingly cold night in the twelfth lunar month, the fire in the stove in the house was dying and there was no heat, but both of them felt warm and cozy.

But the more this was the case, the more worried the Second Young Master was, and fell asleep in this greasy melancholy.

When he woke up the next day, he faced the window sideways. The little nephew on the side put his arms around his waist, and his chin rested on the hollow of his shoulder, in a posture of embracing him from behind. Elbow bumped into the other party, but Ji Liang fell into a deep sleep without any movement.

"... Liang'er."

"Hmm..." The voice was muffled like a dream.

"Liang'er, wake up."

"... sleep a little longer."

The Second Young Master had no choice but to say, "...you usually stay in bed like this?"

He turned around stubbornly, and Ji Liang was not willing to let go, so the two faced each other in a face-to-face posture, breathing entangled with each other, and the morning of the twelfth lunar month was filled with scorching ambiguity.

The long and narrow eyes were finally willing to open a crack: "No, I can't sleep well on weekdays, and it's because my little uncle is here that I can sleep soundly."

Ji Liang knew very well that the Second Young Master's heart softened when he said this, and he let him act like a baby and let him hug him.

Sure enough, the second young master sighed imperceptibly, with a look of being afraid of you but distressed: "Then let's sleep a little longer today. If the Patriarch blames you, I will bear it."

In fact, he knew in his heart that at this point in the plot, what else could he be guilty of?The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

Thinking of the second son in a daze, Ji Liang kept looking at him, leaning forward slightly, his lips pretending to brush the other's forehead inadvertently.

"Little uncle, don't move, you have a white hair, I will pull it out for you."

With this posture now, it's like Ji Liang is kissing his forehead, the second son's face turned red immediately, after thinking about it, he felt that his wishful shyness was too ugly, but he couldn't control his wild thoughts, and his heart beat for a while The drumhead was on fire.

Ji Liang simply didn't shy away from it, and put his lips on the other's forehead, and didn't move away.

"Have you pulled it out?" The second young master's voice was a little hoarse, and Ji Liang's heart was itchy.

After a long silence, he said lightly, "I was wrong."

"So..." Second Young Master's mouth was already parched, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

"Don't move, just stay like this for a while," Ji Liang put his arms around the second young master's waist, and pulled him into his arms: "Little uncle, I like you."

At that moment, the air froze, and something quickly took root and sprouted in the second young master's heart. When the spring breeze blew, the branches were full of bustling flowers, but within a short while, the tree's flowers quickly withered and scattered, and the desolate and eye-catching flowers shattered all over the place.

He didn't say a word, his watery eyes flashed across spring, autumn, winter and summer, staring at Ji Liang earnestly and gently, and finally fell silent.

After waiting for a long time, Ji Liang finally panicked: "Little uncle, I like you."

He raised his hand to hold the second young master's face, and they met each other's eyes. Various emotions came one after another, and finally they all melted into the destructive flames.

The Adam's apple twitched with difficulty, and the second young master said, "Liang'er, I can pretend that... I haven't heard it before."

But Ji Liang didn't intend to let it go easily, and said firmly: "Since I have said it, I can't pretend that I haven't heard it."

"Lianger, you..."

"Uncle, sorry, I have to force you."

The second son frowned: "What are you forcing me to do?"

The long and narrow eyes are firm and gentle: "Forcing you to like me."

The Second Young Master was stared at by him and couldn't move, like a prey stared at by a beast, he could only blink his eyes in a daze, and after a while, he gradually understood the meaning of the other party's words, and smiled for no reason.

How can anyone force people to like themselves, it's too arrogant.

But in the next second he couldn't smile anymore, Ji Liang held his face, facing his slightly parted lips, and covered it very gently.

Ji Liang was meticulous and greedy, licking and biting every inch of skin on his lips, his breathing was oppressive and scorching hot, the soft and lingering aggression seemed to melt his whole body...