It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

The former Yueyue Building has been completely transformed.

The three-story restaurant was painted with red paint, and several paper lanterns were hung on both sides, and the warm light shone on the high-hanging plaque.

It is the five characters of flamboyant, "Little Ears Tavern".

Crazy as hell.

The words on the brown wooden door were covered by ink, and there were no traces to be found, only messy graffiti.

At this time, the door was wide open, and the strong smell of wine wafted out from inside, and got into people's noses.

The attractive smell attracted many pedestrians to walk in.

The originally extravagant hall has taken on a completely new look, all the glittering things are gone, and bamboo green screens are hung all around.

The hall was filled with simple tables and stools, and there were already many knights of the rivers and lakes sitting and drinking, and the sound of punching and chatting kept coming and going, which was very lively.

The attendants in Tsing Yi were busy back and forth with smiles on their faces.

The round jade platform directly in front has been turned into a tall counter, on which there are abacus books and several wooden toys.

The baby-faced boy sat at the counter with a dejected expression, fiddling with the toy boredly, and for some reason, he slammed the toy, his eyes full of insulted anger, "What does Jiuli mean? !Take this pile of broken wood to fool fools?! What about others?!"

The attendant at the side passed by and replied casually: "Guard Zuo has gone to buy you Poria cakes."

Xie Qingyu gritted her teeth: "I bought a pancake and bought it for three full days?! Is it time to make pancakes?!"

Inexplicably, he was brought to this dilapidated tavern by Jiuli, and he was held here as a shopkeeper. Fortunately, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The others were all unfamiliar faces, none of them were familiar, and it was so boring.

Ah, there is an acquaintance.

But he is the one he hates the most!

Xie Qingyu fiddled with the abacus, received the money handed over from time to time in front of her, and hurriedly recorded it again.

A chivalrous man in front of the counter who was waiting to give the money looked straight at the young man in front of him who was panicking and said to himself: This shopkeeper is really good-looking, as cute as a little white cat, I really want to touch his fluffy hair. .....

"You don't smell the flowers?! Why doesn't he come to do this?! What the hell is he doing?! Bullying me when I'm young?!" Xie Qingyu yelled unbearably, with cold eyes and a fierce face.

The admiring chivalrous man took a step back tremblingly, as expected he couldn't judge a man by his appearance.

What a little white cat, this is clearly a big white tiger.The inner court on the third floor of the restaurant.

Behind the long corridor is a huge dark space, inside which is a cage covered with rust, occupying most of the place.

Inside lay two people, both still unconscious.

A man was sitting on a soft chair outside the cage, holding a jade pipe in his hand, the thin smoke rose slowly, and the scent of poppies filled the air, enticing the soul.

"Wake them up." Hua Buwen raised her chin.

The ghost-faced killer who was hidden in the darkness behind came out, stood by the iron cage and put a tiny black spider inside.

The little spider lay on the ground, shook its body, and crawled towards the two people on the ground rustlingly.

Not long after, it climbed onto their necks, its head turned slowly, its mouthparts opened, and a sharp thorn stuck out fiercely into the flesh.

The two were awakened by the severe pain, and opened their eyes in confusion.

After the spider stabbed it, it turned and crawled back into Ghost Face's hands.

Tong Yue shook her dizzy head, her voice sounded like a layer of sand, "Where is this?"

The thin man next to him was surprised when he saw Tong Yue.

"Tongtong?"

Tong Yue's blood was so cold that it was extremely cold. He didn't respond, but rubbed his eyes with difficulty to get used to the dim light, and looked at the man sitting outside the cage.

Hua Buwen was wearing a dark red robe, a black cloak over his shoulders, and a stove in his arms.

He held the long bong between his bony fingers, and lazily tapped it on the edge of the table.

Soot fell.

"I heard that the two of you are as deep in love as the sea, and you don't think that the other is physically disabled. You have been together for several years, and your love is very passionate." Hua Buwen's voice was lazy, with disdain in his tone.

"So, I locked you up together."

Tong Yue sneered and said, "What on earth do you want to do? You can come at me with such hatred! Let Lu Ji go!"

Lu Ji, the chief eunuch with weak body, sat on the ground without daring to say a word. He was knocked unconscious for no reason at first, and then appeared here in pain. He also saw Tong Yue, and he was completely dazed.

Hua Buwen smiled lightly: "Don't be so excited, it's nothing serious, it's just shutting you down."

"There is only a bowl of water and a steamed bun in the cage." There was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his bewitching light-colored pupils, "Since you value him so much, you will share joys and sorrows, right? "

Tong Yue's eyes widened, with unexpected fear on her face, "You...what do you mean?"

"I wish you happiness." Hua Buwen stood up, with a slender figure, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he walked out slowly with the stove in his hand.

Only then did Tong Yue and Lu Ji feel the piercing oppressive feeling gradually subside and dissipate.

The room was silent.

In the iron cage, they looked at each other blankly, their words were blocked in their throats, and they couldn't say anything.

Between the two of them was a bowl of clear water and a white steamed bun.

Hua Buwen walked on the corridor and sneezed lightly. He rubbed his nose and asked, "How is An Miyin?"

The ghost face behind him replied: "There is no serious problem."

Hua Buwen murmured, her voice sounded a little childish and cute, "Where's Lin Se, are you back?"

Ghost Mian paused, "She went directly to the capital, and she probably arrived at Chun Shisan's inn by now."

"Did she hear anything?" Hua Buwen asked casually.

Ghost face: "Not yet."

Hua Buwen, who was originally in a good mood, sniffed, a little upset.

At this time, there was a loud noise in the City Lord's Mansion of Quecheng, which shocked the whole Quecheng.

The terrifying sound came from the dining room in the mansion.

Lu Er's usually clean face was now covered in black smoke and dust, and it was the first time his expression collapsed like this.

In order to make meals that people can eat, he did not hesitate to ask the system for a rice cooker, hoping to use high technology to save the progress of the mission.

But his own cooking ability is really amazing, after several confident operations.

The pan is fried.

"Why on earth..." Lu Er muttered to himself.

"This is unscientific..." Lu Er suspected that there must be a quality problem with this pot.

The voice of the system came from the blown pot: "Mr. Lu, don't struggle, you give up cooking and go to the task in another direction."

Lu Er sneered, "Can a mere dish knock me down?"

"Give me another pot, something stronger."

system:"......"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the protagonist came upon hearing the sound, and there was anxiety in the knock on the door, "Lu Er, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Looking at the devastated dining room, Lu Er resisted opening the door very much.

In desperation, he responded: "Go back to the house and wait, don't come in, go back quickly, I will be fine soon."

Mu Han persevered, "You open the door, and I will help you."

Lu Er's expression was cold and hard, "You go, I want to do it myself."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and the footsteps gradually disappeared.

Lu Er breathed a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves, and sighed while washing the vegetables.

Sure enough, it is still comfortable to be the protagonist.

The supporting roles are not used to being in front of one at all!

After a long and painful process, lunch was finally made.

It was so touching that I shed tears.

Looking at a table of food, Mu Leng's indifferent face was filled with joy, the corners of his eyes were bent, and his expression was so rich for the first time.

Lu Er was as tired as a dead dog, trying not to lie down on the table, he sat upright coldly, surrounded by an arrogance that was under my control.

"It's delicious." Mu Han kept chopsticks, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Lu Er nodded modestly, "It's just average."

The atmosphere suddenly became more harmonious. After getting along with each other for a while, Lu Er felt that the protagonist was very simple and ignorant of some common sense. His father's kindness made him feel more and more like a child.

Before Lu Er could conceive a loving expression, Mu Han opened his mouth and said, "You crawled on my bed before, you didn't go to the wrong room at all, you did it on purpose."

Lu Er: "..."

Mu Han sandwiched the food, and didn't delay eating while talking, and continued to ask: "Do you like me?"

.......

The corner of Lu Er's mouth twitched, suspecting that his ears might be lost.

"You misunderstood, I don't..." Lu Er was about to explain a little helplessly.

"Don't be afraid." Mu Han raised his eyes and looked over seriously, "I like you too."

It was like a thunderbolt struck Lu Er's Tianling Gai, his face was blank, he didn't feel anything, he just felt tired.

super tired.

Is it so hard to be a supporting role?How could this lead to such a plot?

Lu Er was too lazy to speak, waved his hands, and said weakly: "You continue to eat, I'm a little tired from cooking, I'm going to lie down for a while."

The smile on Mu Han's face didn't fade, he just thought he was shy, lowered his head and continued to eat.

A few days later, just as he was about to leave for Kyoto, Lu Er saw the next plot.

A line of Song typeface characters is displayed on the rice paper displayed by the system.

"The martial arts conference, the day of exorcising demons, the leader of the demon sect died."

Kyoto is the largest imperial city, and the imperial palace is located in the deepest part of the capital.

Apart from the common people on the streets, there are imperial court patrols, and they strictly control the entire imperial city inside and outside.

The martial arts conference will be held in the arena in the city where the most Jianghu people gather in Kyoto in a few days.

All martial arts people can participate.

After all, it is an excellent opportunity to win the position of the leader of the martial arts, and all the heroes of the world are gearing up and preparing to show their talents.

There is still some time before the competition, but the arena is already extremely lively, and people from all walks of life are trying to learn from each other.

On a secluded street far away, several peach blossoms stand on both sides. The pink and white peach blossoms are gently caressed by the wind, and the ground is covered with petals, which is intoxicatingly beautiful.

Sitting under the peach blossom tree was a handsome man, wearing a white robe, with a smile on his lips, extremely elegant.

There is also a cloth hanging sign next to it, with a few words written on it.

"Fortune-telling, no money is not allowed."