Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

It was he who pressed the fan, and he was the one who supported the waist.

Mubai blinked, and with force in his hands, he stood up straight while blocking the folding fan: "Why are you up here?"

Su Mo let go of him, and said with a light smile, "We are recruiting relatives through a martial arts competition."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Bai had already struck with his sword.

The opponent is Su Mo, so he must not hold back.This person usually pretends to be sick and weak, but his martial arts are by no means low. Mu Bai has almost never seen him make a move. The only time he was pretending to be a ghost in Qinglian Valley, he was almost injured by a poisoned silver needle.

So as soon as he made a move, Mu Bai swung the first move of Qinglian swordsmanship.

Su Mo narrowly escaped, and said softly, "Young Hero, please be merciful."

Mu Bai waved the second move, and said, "If you are afraid of getting hurt, go down quickly."

Su Mo lowered his waist and dodged, his black hair poured down like a waterfall, he spread his fan lightly, turned around, and walked behind Mu Bai.

The raised blue hair swept across the side of the face again, carrying a faint sandalwood fragrance.

Mu Bai swirled his sword and turned around, seeing Su Mo leisurely shaking his fan twice, he was immediately out of breath.

"Asshole, be more serious!"

The disciples of Lingyun Palace under the stage were also dumbfounded when they saw Su Mo coming on stage, and they didn't recover until now: "Isn't that His Royal Highness? He is not lame?"

"This gait, does it look like you're limping?"

"I saw that he was usually sick in a wheelchair, but I didn't expect him to be this bad."

Ye Xing and Jin Yi guarded the empty wheelchair, sighing secretly.

What should come is still here.His Highness pretended to be crippled for so long in order to avoid the dispute over the heir apparent. This is good. His previous efforts were all in vain. He also let everyone know that the Fifth Prince had a deep mind and pretended to be sick as if he was real.

On the stage, Su Mo sideways avoided a sword. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the incense burning to the end, and grabbed Mu Bai's left shoulder: "I've offended you."

That's where Mubai was originally injured, and it wasn't healed yet, but when he pressed it, he gasped in pain: "Hiss—you..."

Mu Bai frowned, swiped his sword and slashed at Su Mo's neck, but the other party did not evade, and the folding fan stabbed straight at him.

As Su Mo expected, the sword didn't really cut down, but the folding fan was already on Mu Bai's Adam's apple. Just press the mechanism, and the built-in poisonous needle would pierce into the throat.

The incense burnt out, and the whole ashes fell on the table.

Su Mo let go of Mubai, and retracted the folding fan, still in a personable manner: "Accept."

Mu Bai didn't want to hurt Su Mo, so he withdrew temporarily, but Su Mo didn't show mercy to him.

His old shoulder injury was still aching, and for some reason, his chest felt sour and hot, and he suddenly felt aggrieved.

Mu Bai stared at Su Mo for a long time, his teeth almost bit his lips, and finally he uttered two words: "Despicable."

If it were done by anyone else, Mu Bai wouldn't say that, but the other party was Su Mo, which made him feel extremely disappointed.How could he take advantage of his friendship with him?

Mu Bai took a deep breath, put his sword back into its sheath, and stepped off the stage without looking at Su Mo again.

After Huamei announced the results of the competition, she sincerely congratulated Su Mo: "Congratulations to His Royal Highness for embracing the beauty."

She didn't agree with Xiaobai's martial arts contest to recruit relatives, but unexpectedly, Su Mo kept a hand.With this result, Thrush is quite satisfied.

The audience below heard that the young man in black on the stage was a prince, and they didn't care which country he was from, so they respected him and congratulated him one after another: "Congratulations, Your Royal Highness."

There were congratulations all around, and Mu Bai heard it harshly. He walked to Ye Xing's side, cut open Su Mo's wheelchair with a sword, and walked away.

Back in Lingyun Palace, Mu Bai lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and didn't want to move.

Su Mo didn't attack hard. Logically speaking, the wound should have stopped hurting, but he still felt as if his shoulder was torn open and his throat was blocked.

After an unknown amount of time, there was noise outside, presumably the disciples who participated in the competition came back together.

Mu Bai got up and got out of bed, changed into women's clothes, and put on some makeup, just after finishing his lip balm, Thrush knocked on the door.

He opened the door and saw Huamei smiling all over his face, as if he was holding some great happy event: "Xiaobai, guess who is the winner of today's competition?"

Mu Bai reluctantly moved the corner of his lips: "Who is it?"

"Su Mo! I didn't expect him to be so powerful in martial arts." Huamei murmured, "Actually, Young Hero Treading Snow is quite good, but it's too unstable to run to those corrupt officials' houses in the middle of the night."

Mubai: "Oh."

"Hey, Xiaobai, why aren't you happy at all?"

"Happy, I'm very happy."

Huamei: "...Really? You look uglier when you smile than you cry. What's the matter? Tell your senior sister."

Mu Bai shook his head: "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"Okay, if you have something on your mind, you must tell your senior sister."

"Senior Sister..." Mu Bai asked softly, "You said, if there is a person, he is very important to you, so you are reluctant to attack him, but in order to win you, he is merciless and takes advantage of your weakness. Is he Isn't it bad?"

Thrush thought for a while and asked, "What good will it do him if he wins against you?"

"Hmm... there's no benefit, right?" Of course, Mu Bai couldn't say that he won to marry himself.

"Then this person is pretty bad." Thrush said.

Mu Bai became even more depressed.

"If you win, you can get great benefits. It's understandable for him to do so. Since he doesn't have one, why bother?" Huamei extended the topic to martial arts and recruiting relatives. The young hero's sword almost cut Su Mo's throat, but he didn't hide, what does that mean?"

Mu Bai said sullenly: "It means that he expects that sword will not really cut off."

"Ah?" Thrush was surprised, "This is a terrible thing, how could he expect it?"

"Xiaobai, you have been with His Royal Highness in Qinglian Valley for so long, and you still don't understand his temperament? Every night, the door of the room is locked tightly, and you have to try it with a silver needle before drinking a bowl of medicine. Make a bet on your own life, betting that the other party will not kill him?"

Mubai: "..."

His eyes fluttered, and he whispered: "I didn't see him test the poison after eating the buns."

Huamei smiled: "Who gave the buns?"

"... I gave it."

"Xiaobai, can't you see it? His Royal Highness has been interested in you for a long time." Huamei knocked on the table and said seriously, "Although I don't know why I pretended to be lame before, but today's competition to recruit relatives, he really went all out."

"...Oh." Mu Bai drooped his head, and lay down on the table.

Huamei asked: "Who is that very important person? You promised me earlier that you will not go back on your promises. His Royal Highness has already sent people back to Wuti to prepare the dowry."

"Ah?" Mu Bai rolled his Adam's apple, "So fast?"

Thrush spread her hands: "Then I don't care, these matters have to be discussed with him by yourself."

"You have a good rest, I also have to quickly repair a book, tell the senior sister about it, and let her make preparations."

After finishing speaking, Huamei hummed a little tune and left.

Mu Bai inserted his hands into his hair, so worried that his hair was about to fall out.

After a while, there was another knock on the door outside.

Mu Bai poked his head around, and saw the figure outside, just the outline was graceful, as if it was drawn out of paper.

He frowned suddenly: "I don't want to see you."

"Are you angry?" The voice was a little unsteady.

"It exploded."

After saying this sentence, Mu Bai realized that his identity as a woman has no reason to be angry with him.

Just as he was trying to find an excuse, he saw that the person outside had already left.

He walked back to the head of the bed, and saw the eyebrow pendant on the dressing table, so he picked it up and held it in his hand.

Mu Bai lay down on the bed and counted with his fingers. Su Mo had kissed him three times in total.

Twice in womenswear, once in menswear...

At that time, his wound was in terribly painful pain, and he didn't have the time to think about it, but now that he came back to his senses, he realized that something was wrong.

Su Mo said that he had never touched those male favorites, why...

Mu Bai shook his head, realizing that his mind was full of Su Mo's affairs, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he wanted to.He pulled up the quilt to cover his face, and decided to sleep first, and then talk about it when he got up at night.

It was late at night when I woke up, even later than when I went out and came back at night.

Mu Bai rubbed his eyes, stretched himself, sat up and stared blankly.

He caught a glimpse of the jade falling between his brows glimmering in the darkness, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and decided to ask Su Mo for clarification.

He got out of bed, changed into night clothes, hesitated for a moment before leaving, and decided not to bring Tianyuliufang sword.

It wasn't until he stood in front of Su Mo's house that Mu Bai belatedly realized that he might have already fallen asleep at this point.

Taking two steps back, Mubai thought again, never mind, let's go into the room and have a look.

He sneaked into the house lightly and sneaked to Su Mo's bedside.

The black hair was scattered on the bed, and the man was lying flat, with a beautiful side face, and if he got closer, he could still see the tear mole at the end of his eye.

Mu Bai blinked, leaned against his ear, and whispered, "Su Mo, your unmarried wife is a man."

He originally wanted this word to spread into Su Mo's dream, so that he sat up in shock.

Unexpectedly, the man bent his eyes and smiled softly: "Oh, isn't that better?"

Mubai: "?"

He didn't give up, and added: "Really, it's bigger than you when you take it out."

Su Mo couldn't pretend anymore, he laughed so hard that he coughed, and turned inside out.

Mu Bai climbed onto the bed, forced him back, and shook him twice: "To be honest, I pretended to be her."

Su Mo sat up, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "To be honest, I have liked you for a long time."

Mubai: "..."

Su Mo raised his hand to straighten his hair, and said softly, "Xiaobai, don't be angry with me."

"When the martial arts competition started, I thought about going on stage. At that time, I thought, rather than letting them delay you, it would be better for me to delay you. But when I saw you standing on it later, I realized that even if no one came to snatch you, I would I also want to marry you... really want to."

His finger fell on Mubai's shoulder along the black hair, and rubbed gently: "Does it still hurt?"

As soon as Mubai said this, he became angry, slapped his hands on his shoulders, and pointed to his Adam's apple: "It's still red here, and your fan almost pierced it in."

Su Mo posted it over, looked carefully, and sighed, "I hurt you."

He put his hand around Mubai's waist, put his lips on his neck, and sucked kisses slowly.

Mu Bai was dumbfounded.

He stretched out his hand to push, but Su Mo grabbed his hand, turned over and pushed him down at the end of the bed.

"Let go of me, if you do this again, I will call you."

"Who is it?" Su Mo bent his eyes, and pecked the corner of his lips. "Don't forget, I teach you lightness kung fu to reap the benefits."

"What benefits do you want?"

"want you."

Mu Bai broke away from his hand, trying to sit up: "This one won't work, change to another one."

Before he straightened up, Su Mo clasped his fingers tightly and pressed him back on the bed.

His sight was covered by long black hair, his breath was filled with the scent of sandalwood, and even his voice was soft and tender in his ears: "But I just want this."

Falling with the voice, it was a gentle and lingering kiss.

Su Mo was extremely patient, and gently bound Mu Bai, intertwining his fingers, rubbing each other's ears, only the paranoid possessive desire was revealed in his panting.

Mu Bai has never even held hands in two lifetimes, how could he stand up to such teasing, fell into the gentleness, his body and mind softened, only one place was swollen.

He felt that the earlobe was caught and pulled lightly, the itching was unbearable, and the sockets of his eyes were red for some reason.

"Good brother... um." Mu Bai avoided him, his voice trembling, "Stop teasing me."