Slag Reconstruction System

It appeared again, this voice, even if he turned into ashes, he would not admit it wrong, it was indeed Xiao Han's voice.

It seems that what he saw a few days ago was not his illusion.

There seemed to be a vague smile on the young man's elegant eyebrows, and he murmured softly, "Didn't you already guess it?"

As soon as these words came out, Xing Wufeng was startled, and blurted out: "Could it be that you are Xiao Han?"

The young man smiled and said nothing, his gaze fell on the man's naked chest, a drop of transparent water slowly descended along the dark red dogwood, and finally disappeared in the shadow of the man.There was a fleeting spark in his eyes, and he smiled leisurely: "It doesn't matter who I am."

Xing Wufeng didn't realize that the other party was watching and raped him at all, so he snorted coldly, turned around, walked to the bed and sat down.

"Since you are not Qingyun, what is your purpose for appearing here?"

At the same time as he asked this question, Xing Wufeng's eyes were full of brilliance, and he fixed his eyes on the other person's face.

He was a little puzzled, if it was Xiao Han, he would definitely not have the calm and leisurely demeanor of this person, but if it wasn't Xiao Han, how would he explain the other party's identity?

The young man found a chair and sat down, his eyes sparkled, "I'm here to help you."

"Help me?" Xing Wufeng raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." The young man nodded, his eyes flashed, "Don't you want to find Xie Zi?"

Hearing Xie Zi's name, Xing Wufeng's heart shuddered, and murderous look appeared in his eyes, "How did you know?"

The young man shook his head, stretched out his index finger and put it on his lips, his thin lips moved slightly, "You don't need to know that."

Hearing this, the man frowned fiercely with his thick black eyebrows.

He hated the feeling that things were out of his hands.

Secretly mobilizing his internal strength, Xing Wufeng glanced at the other party calmly, "Then how can you help me?"

"I can give Xie Zi's specific location—"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge cracking sound exploded.

Xing Wufeng stood where the young man was just now, and under his feet was a table that was shattered by him.

He was in the smoky ruins, his eyes widened in astonishment.

That young man disappeared from the room again out of thin air.

"Heh." There was a chuckle in his ear, and just as Xing Wufeng was about to react, he sensitively noticed that someone had licked his earlobe.

The sticky touch as if touched by a snake's core made the man's heart shrink slightly.

He looked around vigilantly, when someone touched his butt unexpectedly.He turned around quickly, but there was no one behind him.

What kind of spell is this?

The young man was like a cat catching a mouse, not in a hurry to show up, and said in a hoarse and seductive tone: "Your butt feels good."

!!!

Xing Wufeng's face turned red immediately, and he scolded angrily: "Who the hell are you? If you have the ability, don't hide your head and show your tail like this. Fight me hard." He promised to get this person who dared to molest him so that he didn't even know his mother.

The young man seemed a little unconcerned, and the voice came from directly in front of the man, "Why are you still so rude here?"

It sounded like the other party knew him.

Xing Wufeng's expression turned cold, but he heard the young man say in a hoarse voice: "I haven't hugged you for a long time, your body is so hot and tight, when I touch you hard, you will hug me and cry helplessly, begging me Take it easy and slow down."

Ignoring the man's livid face, the young man continued: "Your body is so wonderful, when I enter you, you will show a fragile look because of the pain, watching you who are stronger than me and taller than me under me Moaning weakly, I want to rape you even more, so that you will always remember the pain I brought you."

Xing Wufeng subconsciously took a few steps back, his body began to tremble unconsciously.

But the young man's voice followed like a shadow, and he murmured in a low voice: "Qin Zheng, do you know how much I miss you, I really want to die in your body..."

"enough."

The man roared loudly, interrupting the young man's words.

The young man really stopped talking, and his figure slowly appeared in front of the man. He smiled, pure and innocent.

But this smile was imprinted in Xing Wufeng's eyes, but it set off a shocking wave in his heart.

Is he really Xiao Han?

Xiao Han actually said such a thing to him?

No, he doesn't believe it, he came here just to find out Xiao Han's real body, if the young man in front of him is Xiao Han, then what's the point of him transmigrating into this book?

Thinking of this, Xing Wufeng forced himself to calm down, and said word by word: "You are not Xiao Han."

"No, I'm Xiao Han."

The smile on the young man's face is like a black mandala flower, coquettish and in full swing.He walked towards the man slowly, one step, two steps, and finally stood in front of the man.

It took a lot of perseverance for Xing Wufeng to keep himself from retreating.

Facing the young man's focused gaze, the man showed no fear, and repeated without blinking, "You are not Xiao Han."

The young man looked down at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Why do you deceive yourself, I am Xiao Han, and Xiao Han is me."

He raised his hand, and when he was about to touch the man's cheek, he stopped suddenly.

Laughing at himself, he withdrew his hand and said to himself, "Someone is here." He took a deep look at the man, "I will come to you again."

After saying this, the figure of the young man gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely from the room.

Xing Wufeng blinked in a trance, what happened just now was really like a dream.

He took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, but before he could recover, there were three regular knocks on the door.

It seems that the young man left just now because someone came.

Walking to the door with heavy steps, he opened the door with a creak, and the person who appeared outside the door turned out to be——

"Xin'er, why are you here?" After thinking about it for a while, he felt that something was wrong, so he changed his words and asked, "How did you find me?"

Remembering that it was Mu Xin who came to rescue him last time, the man's eyes became more thoughtful.

There was a gentle smile on the young man's face, "Master, you have forgotten a lot of things. I will tell you when you remember later."

Forgot many things?

Xing Wufeng frowned, did this Mu Xin have a relationship with "Xing Wufeng" in the book?

But this is wrong, when he transmigrated into the book, he naturally inherited all the memories of "Xing Wufeng", but he didn't have the slightest memory of being alone with Mu Xin in his mind.

In memory, Mu Xin has always been a gentle and quiet young man. The trait given to him in the book is a black belly. Apart from this, he has no other impression.

"Oh, so that's the case." Xing Wufeng had no choice but to say this dryly.

The young man smiled slightly, walked around the room, and said, "Master, this is the first time this disciple has come to this kind of place. I have no experience. Please ask the master to show me around, so I can learn a lot."

--puff.

Xing Wufeng was about to drink a cup of tea to calm his shock, when Mu Xin said such a sentence suddenly, he almost spit out the tea.

"Cough, cough, cough." He picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tea stains from his mouth, and hurriedly explained: "The teacher came to Wuyou City to find Zi'er's whereabouts, but the inns in the city are full of people. It was a guest, so I had no choice but to stay here in Tan Julou."

It's not that he is disrespectful, it's a matter of innocence that needs to be explained clearly.

Mu Xin glanced at him with a smile, and said meaningfully: "Master, there is no need to explain, the disciple understands."

What?What does he understand?

Xing Wufeng was a little confused, but he heard the boy reminded him hesitantly: "Your clothes..."

The man belatedly turned his eyes to himself, and when he saw his disheveled appearance, his old face turned red.

"Master just took a shower."

If the fake "Qingyun" hadn't appeared suddenly, he wouldn't have forgotten about it.

Hastily putting on his clothes, Xing Wufeng cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"Xin'er, when you went upstairs just now, did you notice anything unusual downstairs?"

He did remember, the last time the sight of the fake Qingyun appeared, the group of people in Tan. Julou lost their memory for no reason.

Mu Xin thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head, "No." After a pause, "When I went upstairs, a man named Qingyun asked me who I was looking for?"

Xing Wufeng's heart trembled, "How did you tell him?"

The young man gave him a silent look, and was about to answer when the door creaked suddenly, and someone pushed it open from the outside.

The man followed the prestige, and when he met Shang Qingyun's affectionate gaze, a string that was tense in his mind snapped.

"Young master, why don't you call me when you come here."

Mr. Qingyun came uninvited, and came to Xing Wufeng's side gracefully in a green shirt, and leaned on his shoulder not shyly, "After that day, Qingyun missed you very much. I met you again."

Xing Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief quietly, he probably wouldn't, this time it was really Qingyun.

Forced to squeeze out a smile, the man just wanted to say a few words to Qingyun when he suddenly met Mu Xin's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He immediately sat upright, pushed Qingyun away, and said solemnly: "Young Master Qingyun, don't get me wrong, I'm here today to stay at the hotel, please don't get me wrong."

Mr. Qingyun has been through the wind and moon for a long time, of course he can see that the man is flirting with the young man next to him.

Turning his eyes, he smiled coquettishly and said, "Master, don't you miss that ecstasy night I had with you?" With a look on his face, he added unhurriedly: "I will never forget the young master's style under me."

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write some meat, but forget it