NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Yan Liang suddenly opened his eyes, and lowered his voice vigilantly: "Master Ji, you..."

"Shh, senior, keep your voice down, Fu Xuanliang can hear you outside." The damp and hot breath lingered up, Yan Liang's ears were numb, but his body was a little stiff from vigilance.

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether Ji Ke was really drunk or pretended to be drunk.

Slender fingers stroked the long hair like a waterfall of black ink, revealing the fair neck. Under the light blue morning light, the dark red scars and dim bite marks looked particularly shocking.

"Are you so afraid that I'll touch you?" Ji Ke stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked Yan Liang's neck. The slight soft touch gradually turned into wanton sucking, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Yan Liang tried to resist, as expected His hands and feet were tightly suppressed by him, and there was no room for change.

After a while, there were a few bright red marks on Cibai's neck, and Ji Ke didn't even think it was enough, so she bit it lightly with her small canine teeth...

"Master Ji, you drank too much..." The hero's wine seems to be good, but in fact it's really bad. The time he pretended to be a newlywed in Silent City, he was kissed hard. Fan, now more...

Ji Ke pursed her lips as if aggrieved, and still rubbed Yan Liang's neck reluctantly: "It's just right if you drink too much. I did everything I didn't dare to do on weekdays."

"..."

"Senior, if you are afraid, you can treat me as your cool son."

Hearing this, Yan Liang frowned: "Young Master Ji, don't say such things again."

"Okay, if senior doesn't like to hear it, I won't say it anymore."

Yan Liang was turned over and held down by him, holding his chin with his hands: "It's just that I'm not reconciled, even if I burn down the house in Lizhou, I won't be relieved."

The four eyes met, but there was no surprise or fear in Yan Liang's eyes, and he responded calmly: "I know, but the matter has come to this point, and I can't help it."

He is naturally clear about the character of the heroine, he can't rub a grain of sand in his eyes, he is selfish, domineering and tough, since he has this kind of thoughts on himself, no matter how he pretends to cover up in daily life, I am afraid that Liang'er's matter cannot be easily turned over.

"Master Ji, do you want to force yourself?" Yan Liang looked into the other's long and narrow eyes, and said this lightly, which made Ji Ke stunned.

Before Ji Ke could respond, Yan Liang turned his face indifferently: "It's up to you."

He is also betting, betting on his understanding of this person. Compared with reckless resistance, perhaps giving up in despair will make him unable to do anything.

Sure enough, the expression on Ji Ke's face disappeared, and sadness flashed across his long and narrow eyes. He stopped moving, but he didn't get off Yan Liang's body, and looked at each other quietly.

After a long time, he laughed at himself: "Senior, you can always hurt me like this."

"..."

"I know..." Before he could finish his sentence, just like last time, his eyes kept falling on Yan Liang, and he was so drunk that he passed out.

Yan Liang secretly sighed, sure enough, this guy doesn't taste good.

This time, he was much more comfortable, and moved the unconscious Ji Ke off his body, and inadvertently bumped into his tense legs, startled, and instantly flushed with embarrassment.

Have you endured to this point... Yan Liang's naturally indifferent temperament can't understand, but he also feels a little miserable, of course it's just a sympathy, after all, he can't sacrifice himself for it.

After a lot of tossing, he lost all sleepiness, got up, put on his clothes and shoes, and tucked up the quilt for Ji Ke, and walked to the window with his hair untied.

At that time, the sky was bright, and the light blue light was flowing in the misty mountains. He opened the window, and the cold air diffused into the house, the birds were singing gently, and the morning light suddenly appeared, creating a sense of tranquility.

Yan Liang stood in front of the window, staring at the gradually brightening sky while the cold wind was blowing.

This period of time has been disrupted by accidents, the plot and characters have become untraceable, and he has never thought carefully about how to proceed next.

Simply let nature take its course, stop worrying about any plot or fate, just do whatever you want, no matter for yourself or Ji Ke...

"Senior, why aren't you asleep?"

Yan Liang suddenly came back to his senses, turned around in surprise, and at some point Fu Xuanliang had quietly entered the room and stood behind him silently.

Fu Xuanliang's expression and demeanor were a little different from before, there was a disturbing coldness between his brows and eyes: "The mountain wind is cold in the morning, carefully catch a cold."

Yan Liang was puzzled in his heart, but his face was calm: "It's okay, I drank wine at night, and it's more comfortable to blow some air. Why didn't Mr. Fu sleep?"

Fu Xuanliang changed from being bright and open in the past, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "The junior accidentally heard the movement in the room, so he couldn't fall asleep."

Hearing this, Yan Liang was startled, his face flushed to the base of his neck, his eyes moved away unnaturally: "Sorry for disturbing you."

Fu Xuanliang smiled indifferently: "Don't blame senior, it must be Young Master Ji who forced you?"

Yan Liang calmed down and noticed something was wrong: "Young Master Fu, don't make wild guesses."

"Master Du is right, senior always protects Ji Ke."

Yan Liang remained silent, staring at him fixedly, sinking

Mo Yimo said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Fu Xuanliang smiled faintly: "It's really boring, I can see through it right away."

Yan Liang hooked his fingers hidden in his sleeves, but found that he could not use his spiritual power, his face remained calm and composed: "You must be the one in the ghost kiln that day?"

"I came here uninvited, and I hope that the seniors will forgive me."

"It's already here, why are you talking nonsense." Yan Liang looked over the other's shoulder and looked at Ji Ke who was drunk and unconscious, and his heart sank.

The smile on the man's face deepened, he took a step forward, and stood very close to Yan Liang with his hands behind his back, seeing his own reflection in the other's eyes.

"You know me?" Yan Liang was very uncomfortable being treated like this.

"Not only acquaintances, but also old friends for many years." He raised his hand to caress Yan Liangcibai's neck, gently sketched along the dark red scars, and finally stopped at the shocking bite marks: "What I left I'm afraid the traces will never disappear."

"Not at all." Yan Liang replied calmly and firmly, without showing any timidity.

The man smiled slightly, without saying a word, and leaned forward to kiss the scar on his neck. The man's hands and lips were frighteningly cold, and Yan Liang's whole body had goose bumps.

"Where did you dream that day?"

"Do you know what I'm dreaming about?" Sleeping Phoenix's eyes suddenly widened, and the previous calm was instantly swept away.

The man smiled interestingly: "Of course I know, and I also know the issue you want to care about the most, where is your Liang'er now."

"Where is it?" Yan Liang himself didn't even realize it, and now his expression changed with anxiety.

"Can't you feel that your Liang'er is Ji Ke?"

"..."

"The same domineering, paranoid, self-righteous."

"But……"

"But they treat you differently?"

"..." Yan Liang's forehead began to break out in cold sweat.

"The Ji Ke you see now is just that the memory has been temporarily sealed."

Yan Liang's body began to tremble, he pondered for a long time and tremblingly said: "Who are you?"

The man stood on tiptoe and kissed his forehead: "I am you, Second Young Master."

Time seemed to freeze, the mountains and mist outside the window cleared away, and the sun was shining brightly. The clear light fell on Yan Liang's body through the window pane. His long hair like a waterfall of ink was winding down, hanging loosely on his shoulders. More lustrous and almost transparent.

"Isn't it reconciled that the dream of that day was not finished?"

"..."

"I'll give you a ride."

Saying so, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to strangle Yan Liang's throat, tightened his fingers tighter, the veins on the back of his hand exposed the joints and turned white, Yan Liang's fair face gradually turned red and purple, he wanted to scream but screamed He didn't make a sound, his chest was so depressed that he was about to burst due to lack of oxygen, and his eyes gradually drifted away. At that moment, he thought in a daze, this time, he might have to die again.

But this time, he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die. He didn't confirm many things with Ji Ke, and he didn't say many things to him...

I don't want to, in this way, it's over.

The hand holding his throat tightened again. He was pressed against the wall with his feet suspended in the air. His brain hallucinated due to lack of oxygen and pain. From Fu Xuanliang's eyes, he saw his own face, which was covered with paleness. A series of dark ghost marks, sick and penetrating.

let me go!

He tried his best to get the words out, but there was only a hoarse and intermittent whimper, and the double image in front of him gradually disappeared, and Yan Liang's vision suddenly became clear again, he clutched his neck and panted desperately, his chest heaved violently, and he breathed greedily The air stinks of rotting corpses.

"Little uncle, don't move around, I'm the one who hurt your heart."

Cooler? !He moved his lips, but found that he could not speak, fell into the old dream of the past again, and lost his voice.

As for his Liang'er, he bent down to look at him with his arms behind his hands, most of his face was hidden in the animal skin mask, through the dim candlelight, the second young master saw the undercurrent of turbulent violence from those long and narrow eyes.

"Don't worry, I will cure you." Ji Liang smiled slightly, showing his small canine teeth, but this smile was no longer playful and coquettish, but chilling.

Second Young Master's heart sank gradually, and now he was lying on the couch, his limbs were firmly bound by ghost vines and he could not move, his legs were open in a posture of being at the mercy of others.

The night wind diffused into the house, blowing out the dim candles, the clouds broke through the moon, and the cold white light fell on the ground, while Ji Liang's masked face was hiding in the shadow of the moonlight.

The bright red curtain was blown up by the wind, and by the pure moonlight, the second young master could clearly see... that he was wearing the same bright red clothes.

It's... the bride's wedding dress...

"Uncle, I'm back."