The villain is soft and clingy [Transmigration Book]

The light hit the eyelids, revealing scattered shadows, Xia Zhitao raised her head slightly, her long and thin eyelashes drooped, trembling slightly with her breathing.

The vision is stripped, and the other senses are very clear. The sound of breathing can be heard quietly in the forest, and there is a little bit of faint fragrance wrapped around the tip of the nose, slowly, slowly dripping down.

Xia Zhitao waited for a while, but Zhang Kuang didn't make a sound, and just froze on the spot without moving at all, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

"It's clearly what you said, you can be punished for anything," Xia Zhitao closed her eyes, and said softly, "My lord, is it possible for you to go back on your word and go back on your word?"

Her voice was clear, with a smile on her face, her long eyelashes were gently closed, bending down like crescent moons.

Having said that, Zhang Kuang finally moved.

Someone leaned over gently, caressing the upper side with five fingers, sliding down from the cheek gently, and lifting the lower jaw slightly.

Zhang Kuang's fingertips were a little calloused, the touch was not soft, but it was not as rough as expected, he gently traced the edge of the jaw, the movements were extremely gentle.

The tip of the nose came up and rubbed against the skin softly, the breath was drawn in a little bit, and the side of the face was caressed like a warm cloud.She was as soft as a flower, and the sides of her lips were warm and soft, and she touched it like a dragonfly, and then moved away.

Xia Zhitao opened his eyes, and saw that the other party was sitting next to him, he retracted the hand that was holding his cheek just now, and his slender fingers were nervously huddled together.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at it." The tips of her ears were very red, and her black eyes were bright, reflecting the faint light, "I..."

Zhang Kuang lowered his head, his black hair hanging down from his shoulders, covering his expression.Seeing her small appearance, Xia Zhitao wanted to laugh, she changed from a sitting position to a half-kneeling position, and stretched her arms around her neck.

"Well," Zhang Kuang didn't expect this, his body was crooked, and he turned his head to look at the other party, "Zhitao?"

Xia Zhitao embraced her, half-pressed the other's shoulder, and rubbed the tip of his nose against the other's ear, the soft breath trickled in, and gently scratched the tip of the heart like feathers, evoking an untouchable, intangible itch.

"It's okay, I'm half-baked too," Xia Zhitao said with a smile, "In the future, the days will be long, so practice slowly."

Zhang Kuang's ears became even redder, his long eyelashes drooped softly, and he called her in a clean voice, "Zhitao."

Xia Zhitao said, "Huh?"

Zhang Kuang frowned, she hesitated, and called again in a low voice: "Taotao."

Xia Zhitao burst out laughing, deliberately pressed her ears, and said softly, "Kid Zhangkuang, what are you calling me for?"

Zhang Kuang said depressedly: "I'm really not young, Jiang Jiuli doesn't know what's going on, he just knows how to talk nonsense all day long, even if the 30 years in a coma are removed, I can still be regarded as..."

She really can't remember, the former self has been integrated into the spiritual veins, but for the present self, the ordinary and beautiful things such as birthday, age, morning and evening, seem to have become irrelevant.

"I said it was a child, and it was a child," Xia Zhitao blinked, and said confidently, "You all listen to me."

Zhang Kuang smiled: "Okay."

The feeling just now was too good, but the other party was like a fool, who didn't know how to take advantage of this golden opportunity, take a little more time, and ran away after a light touch.

Xia Zhitao was itching to think about it, and it happened that the other party was obediently being hugged by her without any resistance, so she leaned over and kissed that soft cheek lightly.

Zhang Kuang was a little itchy from her, his black pupils were covered with water, and the corners of his eyes were stained with peach-like red, he said: "Tao Tao."

"Before in the palace, I said that I had someone I liked and admired," Zhang Kuang whispered, "It's true."

Xia Zhitao paused, loosened her arms around her neck, sat up straighter unconsciously, her throat was a little hoarse for no reason, and her breath trembled slightly: "Huh?"

"That person has always been you," Zhang Kuang said softly, twirling a strand of hair around his fingertips, "From the beginning, it hasn't changed."

Xia Zhitao froze for a moment, then smiled. She wiped away the steam overflowing from the corners of her eyes with her knuckles, her voice trembled slightly, as if she was laughing, but she was a little sad: "You fool."

It would be great if I could understand earlier, Xia Zhitao looked at the person in front of him, and felt a soft lump in his heart.

So many fragmentary details, so many inextricably linked, but she has not paid attention to it, and constantly refute the other party's intentions.

In this way, the child was allowed to chase after him for a long time, and waited cautiously and tremblingly for a long time before he finally got a definite answer.

Stubborn, obstinate, like a fool.

A bitterness spread in Xia Zhitao's heart, like a dead leaf off a branch, walking along the wind and air, not knowing where it was going.

She prides herself that she is not a perfect person, and she will never be perfect. She cares about everything, and small enemies must be revenged, which is simply contrary to Yashan's "righteousness".How can such a person deserve such an extremely pure, undisguised admiration and enthusiasm?

Seeing that Xia Zhitao lowered her head and said nothing, Zhang Kuang was a little aggrieved for no reason, and muttered softly, "I'm serious."

She wondered if she should tell Xia Zhitao about Zhang Lan, but she didn't know what to say, and fell into a tangled state for a moment.

Xia Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief, her mind calmed down a little, she looked at Zhang Kuang with distressed expression, reached out and pinched her soft cheek: "Xiao Kuang, I want to ask you something."

Zhang Kuang came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

Xia Zhitao propped her chin, a smile appeared between her brows, and she raised her eyebrows to look at her: "You are the first one, Qiling Mountain is still short of manpower?"

She smiled and said: "The conditions must be very strict, but I still want to try. I am a person, although my level is really low, but I can help light a fire, cook a dish, write paperwork, organize things and so on... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Kuang quietly approached her, and put her hand into his palm with his slender five fingers, and looked at Xia Zhitao with wide eyes, her silhouette was reflected in the dark eyes.

"I don't have any requirements," Zhang Kuang said softly, "As long as you are willing to come over, it will be great."

Xia Zhitao frowned: "Okay."

"However, there are still some unfinished business on Yashan, which makes me a little bit concerned," Xia Zhitao thought, "The old man did say before that your hibiscus spirit root is unique and unique in the world, Xiaokuang, right?"

Zhang Kuang nodded: "Indeed."

Xia Zhitao said earnestly: "Then you should have heard that the hibiscus fairy spirits who travel in Jinhua Peak are also hibiscus spiritual roots. After I return to Yashan, I plan to go to Jinhua Peak to have a look."

Zhang Kuang looked at her expectantly, and whispered, "Then when will you come over?"

"Don't worry, I really can't stay here in Yashan, I'm more anxious than you," Xia Zhitao smiled, "I'll just take a look, no matter if there are any clues, I'll come and look for you."

Zhang Kuang nodded again.

The sky gradually darkened, the branches and leaves whirled, sporadic fireflies appeared among the grass and trees, embellished with the dark night, like stars falling leisurely, falling into the world, falling into her arms.

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Xia Zhitao hurried back to the palace just before Master Ziyun came back.

Thanks to Song Qi talking with her for so long, if Xia Zhitao came so late, Master Ziyun would panic and take all his disciples to find her.

"The empress has agreed," said Ziyun Xianzun warmly, "Tomorrow we will go to the place of the Shagui Sect together. If there is nothing wrong, we can take the other end and lead it back to Yashan."

The disciples agreed in unison, but everyone seemed a little listless, and returned to the room after listening to Ziyun Xianzun's instructions.

The girl next door had a mournful face, and complained to Xia Zhitao: "Zhuang Kuang's talk has muddied everything, what should we do?"

Xia Zhitao reassured: "The leader has solved all the problems, aren't we happy and relaxed?"

"Easy is easy," the disciple sighed, "But the task file is considered a failure!"

She rubbed her long hair and lowered her head in distress: "My share for this month is only one. I thought that Master Ziyun was here, so I must be sure. Who would have thought that the leader of the Demon Sect would come..."

No wonder the previous disciples were frowning and looked like they couldn't cheer up. It turns out that the dossier has failed like this.

Xia Zhitao thought back on all the dossiers he had done so far, the sword casting in Yunji of Baihe Youzhou, and this time the Song Kingdom, it seemed that without exception - all failed.

This "record" was too horrible to bear, Xia Zhitao rubbed her brows with a headache, and the spirits of Xindao Jishu probably got sulking again, and secretly recorded themselves.

But when she thought about it, she was about to join the crazy and cute people, why would she care about the thoughts of Ji Shu fairies.

At that time, it will be an enemy of the entire Yashan and all righteous ways... It is a little exciting to think about it.

The night is deep and the dew is heavy, and the bright moon hangs high.

Most of the disciples rested, and a few also meditated quietly.Master Ziyun pushed open the door and stepped into the bright moonlight.

The front of the temple, which was supposed to be patrolled by guards, was empty and silent at this moment, as if shrouded in a dark mist, oppressing it heavily.

Master Ziyun closed his cloud sleeves, bent slightly, bowed in front of him, and said, "My lord."

The mist suddenly swayed, and a figure in white was drawn among the shadows.

The center of his eyebrows looked like a fiery red mole, and his clothes were thinly pressed with monstrous flame patterns, standing in the clouds, with a smile that was not a smile, he said: "Zi Yun."

"Zhang Kuang slaughtered all the Shagui Sect, leaving only the leader," Ziyun bit his lip, his voice hoarse, "I was imprisoned in the prison of Song Dynasty."

The man seemed to have expected this result, and responded indifferently: "Take me there."

Ziyun was a little reluctant, looked back, gritted his teeth and said: "You promised me—"

"Peak Master Ziyun," the man interrupted her mercilessly, "I asked you to cover up the Shagui Cult and destroy the dossier on purpose, but you let Zhang Kuang slaughter him and destroy this hard-won pawn .”

He smiled, his voice suddenly cold: "What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"

Zi Yun's expression froze, his five fingers were tightly clenched, and after a long while, he still whispered, "Come with me."

The man followed her calmly, and the two passed through the palace extremely quickly, suppressed the guards with spiritual power, and entered the cold and damp prison.

The ground was paved with black stones, and the cold air was rising. The surrounding prisoners huddled behind the railings, and the two people dressed in white stood out from the thick darkness.

The leader of the Shagui Sect was imprisoned in the deepest part, and Zhang Kuang tied a special iron chain around his body to prevent him from breaking free and escaping and hurting people from the Song Kingdom who were unable to fight back.

Ziyun stood in the distance, and the man appeared in the prison in a blink of an eye.

He stepped on the dry straw, leaned down, looked down at the leader who was begging for mercy with a look of contempt, and said calmly: "It's a pity."

"It's extremely disappointing," he sighed, "It's still far behind the Asura Dao."

The author has something to say: Zhang Kuang: Zhitao is coming, go home today and clean up.