The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

Xia Zhitao was stunned, a bunch of thoughts flashed through his mind in a mess, from 'giving up the struggle' to 'returning to the customer', and even seriously thought about the aftermath, how to explain to Zhang Kuang, and a series of considerations, and finally suddenly remembered matter of importance.

Crazy guy, will she?

Regarding this question, Xia Zhitao slightly raised his head, glanced at him and pressed himself on the table, looking at the pitiful person, and sneered in his heart.

——Don't think about it, if Zhang Kuang understands, write the word 'Xia Zhitao' upside down.She sighed a long time, thinking to herself that she really thought too much just now, what are you worrying about.

Sure enough, after the other party pressed himself on the wooden table in a daze, the movement stopped.

Zhang Kuang tilted his head slightly, his long hair was hanging down from his shoulders, his black eyes were covered with water, and he stared blankly at her.

Xia Zhitao looked frank, and let the other party look at her wrongedly, with his left hand pinned on the table by the other party, he raised his right hand and pinched the other party's cheek, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't leave."

Zhang Kuang didn't make a sound, pursed his lower lip slightly, and looked at her aggrievedly. The five fingers clasping her wrist still didn't let go, and leaned towards her, with the tip of his nose rubbing against his neck, softly, like the tip of a feather. Fine velvet, slight itching.

Xia Zhitao was a little itchy by her, turned her body sideways, and said with a smile, "Why, what do you want to do?"

Although her body was restrained, the other party's strength was actually not strong, and she circled her wrist lightly and lightly, and her body was not pressed too close.

Xia Zhitao didn't feel annoyed or angry, but felt that the leader had such a rare appearance, no matter how she looked at it, she was very cute.

Zhang Kuang called her softly: "Zhitao."

Xia Zhitao leaned against the edge of the table with her waist, straightened up a little bit, blinked her eyes, and said with a smile: "Okay, everyone said I'm not leaving, let me go first."

Zhang Kuang shook his head again, he was obedient before, but when it came to this matter, he became very stubborn, as if he could not be persuaded easily.

Xia Zhitao pondered for a moment, frowned on purpose, lowered her voice, and whispered, "You hurt me."

This trick really worked, the person who was stubborn and refused to let go before, suddenly panicked, let go of Nuonuo and took a few steps back, said in a panic: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Xia Zhitao smiled, stood on tiptoe a little, wrapped her arms around the other's neck, pulled her down who was more than half a head tall, and hugged her whole in her arms.

Perhaps because of the smell of alcohol, her forehead was slightly hot, the tip of her nose was pressed against her neck, and her breathing trembled slightly, like a butterfly's wings wet by rain, wrapped in hot water vapor, spreading into her muscles and bones little by little.

Xia Zhitao patted the other person's back, and comforted him: "Do you feel better? Rest early tonight, let's rest."

After dragging and tugging, she finally coaxed the other party to the bed. She curled up a little, her long hair spread out softly, and Xia Zhitao, who was sitting beside the bed, took a strand and wrapped it around her knuckles a few times.

Xia Zhitao pulled the quilt over, and buried the other person's whole body in it without any politeness, only half of her head was exposed.

Wu Mo's eyes were warm and moist, and his brows and eyelashes were depressed a little sleepily, but he forced them to open again, staring blankly at himself.

Xia Zhitao was leaning on the edge of the bed, meeting her eyes, smiled at her, and helped to tuck the corners of the quilt.

The house was very quiet for a while, and the cold wind at night rustled the branches and leaves outside, as if you could hear the dead leaves leave the branches and be quietly carried away to the distance.

The bright moonlight fell on the window, the lamp was quietly burning, and the faint fragrance of hibiscus flowers permeated the air, gently covering the residual alcohol, and spreading the room to make it cool.

It was already very late at night, but Xia Zhitao's consciousness was inexplicably clear, the person beside her was huddled in the bedding, breathing lightly and long, frowning slightly as if worried, and sleeping unsteadily.

To be honest, she was used to Zhang Lan smiling like a sunflower when she saw her, but she didn't think that when she was not around, the other party hardly smiled.

That's all when she was in Qiling Mountain, even among a group of young girls of similar age in Yashan, Zhang Lan was always lonely and arrogant, not good at words, and unwilling to associate with others.

Xia Zhitao looked down at the other party, raised her hand to help her brush a strand of hair from her forehead, bent her eyebrows, and said softly:

"...I'm not going anywhere."

.

It was already very late at night, but the number of guards patrolling the palace continued unabated, closely guarding against assassins and guarding the safety of the palace.

If ordinary people dared to break in here, they would be spotted by the guards within a few steps, and they would surround Wuhuada and tie them up.

But Xia Zhitao is not an ordinary person.

After confirming that Zhang Kuang was asleep, she thought that if she was not afraid of ten thousand, she should go back to her room, lest everyone in Yashan be suspicious when she woke up tomorrow.

Holding the lantern, Xia Zhitao turned left and right in the huge palace, relying on her Golden Core cultivation, easily escaped the guards and returned to the room.

She tidied herself up a bit, and didn't intend to go to sleep at first, but after sitting cross-legged for half an hour, she suddenly felt extremely sleepy.

Just like the linear algebra lecture at [-] o'clock in the morning, no matter how high your fighting spirit is and how energetic you are, once you start doing things you are not interested in, you will definitely feel sleepy in an instant.

Xia Zhitao originally wanted to sleep for a while, but when she opened her eyes again, it was already bright outside, and the sun was almost moving to the noon position.

She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and suddenly remembered that everyone in Yashan was still here, and if they collided with Zhang Kuang again, something might happen.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhitao rushed out of the door in a hurry, seeing that the rooms around her were empty, she couldn't help but "thump" in her heart.

She grabbed a guard casually and asked softly: "Have you met Peak Master Jinhua and other Yashan disciples?"

The guard said: "Go back to Xianjun, Jinhua Peak will not wake you up, let you rest for a while, and took other disciples to find the monarch earlier."

After Xia Zhitao thanked the guards, she rushed to the main hall impatiently. Everyone in Yashan was here, and Master Ziyun was talking with Song Qi.She looked around, but she couldn't see Zhang Kuang, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She sneaked in from a corner, and although she tried to minimize her sense of presence, she was still seen by some of the disciples.

"Master Ziyun has been talking with the Queen for about half an hour," the disciple said dissatisfied, "Why are you here now?"

Xia Zhitao was very guilty, and could only make up a reason: "Sorry, the impact of the sword casting last time was deep, and the spiritual energy has not fully recovered."

The story of the sword casting was widely circulated, and there were not many disciples who did not know about it.Xia Zhitao's reasons were too legitimate, and the other party had no room to refute, so he could only keep his mouth shut in resentment.

Xia Zhitao stood and listened for a while, and found that Master Ziyun and Song Qi were still talking about crazy things. One tried desperately to dissuade them from going their own way, and the other was polite and refused to listen. It seemed that it would take a long time.

Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, the situation suddenly took an interesting turn.

In front of the palace, the thick door was violently blown open by the wind, and it slammed heavily on both sides with a "bang", which interrupted the conversation between the two and attracted everyone's attention.

Hot sunlight flooded into the hall, reflecting the whole hall brightly. He strode in arrogantly, dressed in thin black clothes, and carried a man who was tied up and gagged with a black cloth in his hand.

"The leader of the Shagui Sect, the one you want." As soon as she let go of her hand, the man knelt on the ground with a "thud", his eyes were red, and he was still yelling "wow".

Zhang Kuang frowned displeasedly.

Her complexion was not very good, her eyebrows and eyelashes were depressed a little dizzily, her eyes were a little bluish, and even her black pupils were faintly dull.

Seeing that the man was still struggling desperately, Zhang Kuang stiffened his five fingers, pressed his forehead lightly, and said fiercely: "Shut up!"

The majestic spiritual power surged in, crushing the man immobile, Zhang Kuang glanced outside the door, and said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, get the hell out of here."

Right behind her, five or six people came in from all walks of life, men, women, young and old, and their clothes ranged from poor to luxurious. Most of them stood in the corner anxiously, with only a few young girls whispering behind them.

"As you wish, the protons are here," Zhang Kuang said coldly, "but the mountain is billowing with black smoke, and the demon energy has not completely dissipated. I advise you not to send someone to clean it up."

As soon as this came out, Yashan was completely stunned.

From this point of view, it is no wonder that the queen is so persistent.Zhang Kuang's efficiency is really too fast. The things that were just agreed last night were all resolved before noon today.

"These people are too troublesome," Zhang Kuang stood up a little bit, and muttered in a low voice, "It's getting in the way, it's annoying to walk slowly all the way."

This group of people were all hostages hijacked by the Shagui Sect. Because Song Qi had said in advance, Zhang Kuang paid more attention when he demolished the house. He found them in a cellar and brought them back together.

Most of those people were commoners and peasants, standing aside awkwardly, and suddenly a girl covered her face with a sackcloth walked in the middle, she gently took off her kerchief, her eyes filled with tears.

The little girl wailed and threw herself into Song Qi's arms, and the queen seemed to be relieved, comforting him softly.

It turned out that the pretty little girl was Song Qi's niece, Song Yu, princess of Changle, and when she sneaked out of the palace to play, she accidentally fell into the hands of the ghost sect.

Therefore, Song Qi emphasized that "no mistakes can be tolerated in this matter" before, because he was worried about the safety of his niece.Now that the other party is safe and sound, she is relieved.

After letting Song Yu go back, Song Qi took a few steps forward, and asked Zhang Kuang, "This ghost sect is weird, have you found any clues?"

The origin of this ghost sect is unknown, but it suddenly appeared in the mountains of Song Dynasty, massacred nearby villagers and looted neighboring villages and towns, using extremely cruel methods without any mercy.

Zhang Kuang shook his head, with a slightly hesitant expression, and said, "I have no idea, but there is something weird."

"I've never seen these people before, but this evil ghost sect somehow gives me a familiar feeling," Zhang Kuang said with a frown, "it's somewhat similar to Shura Dao."

Song Qi hesitated and said, "Asura Dao?"

"Standing on Qiling Mountain, it's the opposite, second or third," Zhang Kuang said, "The one I slaughtered before."

Xia Zhitao thought about it, and the thoughts in his mind were fleeting.

No matter in terms of means, temperament, or even purpose, there are many similarities between the sudden emergence of the Shagui Sect and the Shura Dao that has been exterminated madly.

Does that also mean that, after the two Demon Cultivation Sects, the chief envoy who never really showed up—could be the same person?

Xia Zhitao considered all the clues she knew, and was still deliberating about the Shagui Sect, when the hostages who had been quiet for a while suddenly walked out of him with small steps.

It was a girl with a delicate face, with redness on her face, she gave Zhang Kuang a timid look, and whispered:

"...Don't know the name of your benefactor?"

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: Fake alcohol harms people.

【Thank you for your time】

感谢在2020-04-2921:00:00~2020-05-0521:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 girlfriends in Xuanyi Circle;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 6 steel tough guy Bai Xingren; 3 girlfriends in Xuanyi circle; 2 SOYs; 1 squatting at the entrance of the village;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：原32瓶；咖啡配油条30瓶；揭惠清、SOY20瓶；钢铁硬汉白某人19瓶；余匀墨、琉璃之玥、天空下的狐10瓶；自嘲2瓶；残月无痕、祈珂1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!