The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Xia Zhitao thought of her reckless younger brother in modern times, and looked at her junior sister with kind eyes.

"I am your senior sister, how can I not care about you?" She stretched out her hand to hold the little junior sister, "You follow me, I will take you to get some books."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lan, who was very clingy to herself, nodded obediently, but avoided her abnormally, and put her hands behind her back, hiding it.

what happened?

Xia Zhitao frowned, took a step up, and grabbed Zhang Lan's wrist involuntarily: "Show me."

She didn't use much force, her five fingers gently circled the slender wrist, and her fingertips stroked the soft skin, feeling a little warmth.

Zhang Lan dawdled for a while, but still stretched out her hand from behind, Xia Zhitao pulled it over and took a look, knowing it well.

Those white and tender fingers were densely packed with small cracks, with little blood stains oozing.

And in the palm of the left hand, there is even a ferocious scar, with a domineering swipe from between the fingers, cutting off all the lines on the palm.

I should have thought of it a long time ago, the little junior sister can't use spiritual power, and the rope is already rough, climbing all the way from the bottom of the mountain, I'm afraid my hands have been worn out long ago.

"Don't move, I'll help you heal your wounds." Xia Zhitao muttered the spell silently, the spiritual energy gathered in his hand, and just as he was about to cover Zhang Lan's palm, the other party pulled his hand away.

"Senior Sister, Master said that I have a special constitution and cannot receive spiritual power." Zhang Lan said shyly, "Do you have any mortal herbs, I just wipe it away."

Xia Zhitao understood it, and said, "Go back with me."

Coincidentally, there are quite a lot of healing tools such as medicinal powders, ointments, and bandages in her cabin. It seems that she brought them up the mountain a long time ago. If Zhang Lan didn't mention them, she would have almost forgotten about them. thing.

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In terms of temperament, Xia Zhitao is actually a relatively meek person, in modern terms, he is slow to warm up.

Apart from work, her attitude towards life can be described as very buddhist, as long as she comes, she will be at ease, living with her two brothers, the days are smooth and stable.

Even after the accidental time travel, her mentality is still the same, she doesn't fight or grab, she just wants to live her life in a leisurely way.

Even if she is familiar with the direction of the plot, she has very little influence in this world, and there are very few things she can do, let alone change the direction of the plot.

She knew very well that this was just a novel, and she was just one of thousands of readers.Even if, with the blessing of the master of the plot, he steals the protagonist's opportunity and the villain's limelight, what's the point?

No matter how powerful you are, covering the sky with one hand, you are still in a novel, and it is really meaningless to show the excitement to people outside the dimension.

Therefore, her purpose is - not to die.

That's right, Xia Zhitao didn't know why she was time-traveling, and she couldn't remember the memories before time-traveling, but her goal was very clear:

That is day by day.

When the villain wants to destroy the world and the protagonist Lingran wants to stop her, he is caught in the middle, as long as he can save his life.

This is a novel, and a novel naturally has its protagonists.The protagonist is blessed with great luck and God's will. As a cannon fodder that I have never heard of in the book, how can I fight against it.

After time travel, she didn't have any ambitions, she just wanted to spend some days in peace, and then slowly find a way to return to modern times.

——However, this indifferent mentality has changed a little after the appearance of the little junior sister.

It was like an unfettered fallen leaf, suddenly caught by a thin rope, and became somewhat involuntary, restrained, but unwilling to let go, letting the thin rope fall to the ground.

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The two left Yubai Peak and returned to Xia Zhitao's hut.

For some reason, the two half-dead flowers that Xia Zhitao planted at the door when she had nothing to do when she had nothing to do, and the half-dead little flowers raised by herself, suddenly became energetic when they saw Zhang Lan.

The two little flowers shook their leaf stalks vigorously. They were full of energy, unlike before when they were dying. They wished they could stick to Zhang Lan's body.

Zhang Lan ignored the two "little fans" and obediently followed Xia Zhitao into the house.

Xia Zhitao pressed the junior sister on the chair, transferred various ointments, and gently took the other's hand: "It may hurt a little."

Zhang Lan blinked and said, "I'm not afraid."

Xia Zhitao picked out a box of the best ones, unscrewed the lid, and the faint aroma of plants and trees spread out, lingering around the tip of her nose.

She rubbed some plaster with her fingertips, then took Zhang Lan's palms together, lowered her head slightly, and gently covered the wound with her fingertips.

The wounds were not too deep, but there were quite a number of them. They were all tiny scratches caused by friction, oozing a little bit of blood, which looked particularly terrifying against the soft white skin.

Xia Zhitao carefully helped her finish applying the plaster, and then pulled a piece of gauze, looking at the other's little hands, she suddenly became worried.

It's over, how should this gauze be tied?

Xia Zhitao is not a medical student, a band-aid is fine for a small bump in modern times, but in this world she has to wear gauze, which is too embarrassing for her.

After being tied back and forth several times, Xia Zhitao silently moved her head away as she looked at the horrific little hand that was wrapped like a rice dumpling by herself.

I'm sorry, junior sister!I have already done my best!

Fortunately, Zhang Lan didn't mean to blame herself, and said cheerfully: "Thank you, senior sister, you are so kind, and the bag is so beautiful!"

Do you think this white and fat bandage that looks like a rice dumpling looks good?

Xia Zhitao covered her face and didn't want to speak, she pretended to "cough", and pushed Zhang Lan to go out: "Okay, okay, you go back quickly."

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After Zhang Lan left, Xia Zhitao didn't even see a hair of the other party's hair after another ten days of separation.

Master Qin Zhizun is different from her master ancestor, she does not allow her seniors to visit those new disciples, so Xia Zhitao has no choice but to wait outside for news.

I don't know how the child's trial is going.

Xia Zhitao stayed in her hut, staring at the scenery outside in a daze.

Her goal is to survive the book. Although it is shameful, the only way to survive seems to be hugging her thigh.

Although the author, Mr. Banana Pi, is shameful and unfinished because of leaving the order, but according to the first law of the novel, the protagonist with the immortal golden body is definitely the safest person.

As long as I can hug the protagonist's thigh, my chances of surviving before the end of the novel will be greatly improved.

From an unknown cannon fodder to a well-known cannon fodder, he may even be upgraded to become the "loyal brother" of the protagonist. Even if he accidentally gets a lunch box and dies, maybe he can be resurrected because of the protagonist's pity?

Thinking about it this way, it was really sad.

Xia Zhitao sighed silently, and began to think seriously about her future plans.

The little junior sister was reckless, she fell on the ground and scratched her hand, so I had to watch her more.

After I hugged the protagonist's thigh, I saw if the protagonist had any ideas, and covered my junior sister too, so that after I left, the younger junior sister could also take care of me.

...However, judging from the current plot, there is no shadow of the protagonist yet.

Xia Zhitao thought about it, and took out the red booklet from the drawer, planning to look at the current progress of the plot.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the door was slapped heavily.

Afraid of what would happen, Xia Zhitao turned her head. As expected, a beautiful but arrogant woman kicked the door open without waiting for her to reply, and walked in carelessly.

She walked around the cabin, her eyes fell on Xia Zhitao, she hummed disdainfully, and said, "Xia Zhitao, it's your turn to go down the mountain this time."

Although the Yashan School is indeed the largest school in the Central Plains, the usual supplies need to be replenished regularly, after all, most of the disciples have not yet reached the stage of bigu.Naturally, this hard work cannot be done by the master, so it has become the task of the disciples.

Xia Zhitao stood up resignedly, and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I'll go right away."

That person's name was Du Yinyin, and he was a disciple in the same class as Xia Zhitao. It seemed that because he was suppressed by him in the entrance trials, he had always been hostile to Xia Zhitao.

...they are also cannon fodder, what is there to run on.

Xia Zhitao sighed in her heart, she didn't want to cause trouble, so she just went down the mountain to buy some things, and she could go shopping by the way, I don't know how good it is.

She ignored Du Yinyin who was staring at her all the time, went to the main hall to get some silver taels, then left Yashan and went to the market not far away.

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Compared with the deserted place on Yashan, where no one can be seen for ten miles, the market at the foot of the mountain is much more lively.

As far as you can see, there are brothels and painting pavilions, embroidered bead curtains everywhere, and shops that are open for sale can't be seen at a glance.

Xia Zhitao was in a good mood, wandering around in the market.Anyway, the sun was still early to set, and she was spending public funds without having to pay for it herself, so she was naturally happy and relaxed.

She looked around and saw that the family in the street was very busy eating, and there were a few applause from time to time: "Well said!"

When you get closer, you will know that someone is telling a story.

The storyteller held a folding fan, shook his head, and described the turmoil in the Jianghu in detail.A group of big men surrounded the storyteller, listening intently, commenting from time to time.

Xia Zhitao joined in the fun, and sat down at a table, ordered a pot of green tea, and listened to it a few times.

The storyteller was talking about grievances and grievances in the world, and he told it vividly. After listening to half of it, Xia Zhitao could roughly hear what he was talking about.

That devil is quite powerful, he has done a full set of bad things, the eighty-year-old man catches him to warm the bed, and the three-year-old child throws it to wash the floor. The things about the cloud and rain are not taboo, and he can come anytime, anywhere. It is so hungry and thirsty. pointing fingers.

If you think about it carefully, it's really heavy taste.

Xia Zhitao took a sip of tea with emotion while listening, but before she could swallow it all down, the storyteller added another sentence: "This is the tip of the iceberg, and I'm afraid it will take three days and three nights to talk about the evil deeds of that devil's madness." I can't finish it!"

"puff--"

Xia Zhitao couldn't hold back, and spit out all the tea in a gulp.