[Quick Transmigration] Cannon Fodder Counterattack

Although he knew that Rong Jing was the murderer, but Rong Jing was too strong, Yi Wenxuan had nothing to do with Rong Jing.Fortunately, Rong Jing has no intention of killing people now, she stays on the sofa watching TV during the day, and goes to his bedroom to occupy half of a bed at night.

——Should I be glad that he bought a double bed...

"Rong Jing, lie down there!" Yi Wenxuan ran into the bedroom wearing bear pajamas, and seeing Rong Jing lying in the middle, he couldn't help saying.

Rong Jing glanced at him indifferently, her eyes fell on the little bear's pajamas, and after a long time, she slowly said two words: "It's really stupid."

Yi Wenxuan: ...

Climbing on the bed and lying down, Yi Wenxuan directly pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, not leaving even a corner for Rong Jing.

Rong Jing blinked her eyes, and didn't care about Yi Wenxuan's attitude, she directly crossed the quilt and hugged him, her lips gently rubbed against the back of Yi Wenxuan's neck.If Yi Wenxuan could turn around, he would definitely be able to see that Rong Jing's neck was covered with runes—this kind of thing would only appear on Rong Jing's body when he wanted to kill someone.

"Don't make trouble!" Yi Wenxuan shrank his neck, feeling cold and itchy, is this going to let him rest?

Rong Jing stopped, just when Yi Wenxuan felt that he would not toss about, he suddenly bit it down, grinding it gently with his teeth until a deep imprint was left on that spot, which would never disappear within two or three days Just give up.

Yi Wenxuan's neck is a very sensitive place, so he completely drove away the drowsiness, and he turned around in a bit of annoyance, but at that moment, he met Rong Jing's softened eyebrows—very soft , It makes people feel warm and happy when they see it.

Facing Rong Jing who smiled slightly, Yi Wenxuan really couldn't get angry.Depressedly touching the place where Rong Jing bit him, he hissed lightly, he absolutely believed that Rong Jing bit it right there!It hurts!

——Li Gui, who has just recovered his sanity, is like a newborn baby who doesn't understand anything, not to mention...he has to beat Rong Jing if he wants to get angry...

"Sleep obediently, don't make trouble." Stretching out his hand to rub Rong Jing's hair, Yi Wenxuan just faced Rong Jing, closing his eyes and brewing for sleep.

Rong Jing looked at Yi Wenxuan fixedly, the mist in his eyes rolled up, and finally pressed into boundless ink.He... seems to have forgotten something.What did he forget?He is Rong Jing, styled Zi Yan, but after that?What happened before becoming a ghost?Why did he become a ghost?Wait... what is a ghost?

As he inspected the things in the room, the mist in his eyes became more and more intense.He knew it was a computer, but why would he know?

Summer is relatively hot, and S City is like a stove, it is too hot to stay at home and face an electric fan.Therefore, Yi Wenxuan began to lean towards Rong Jing when he fell asleep, with a very comfortable expression on his face.Rong Jing glanced at him indifferently, then continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

In the first half of the night, Yi Wenxuan slept soundly, but in the second half of the night, he began to break out in a cold sweat, and kept squeezing to Rong Jing's side with a panicked expression.Rong Jing frowned, and simply floated to the sky to see what was going on with Yi Wenxuan.

"Go away!" With a loud cry, Yi Wenxuan sat up suddenly, panting heavily.Rong Jing raised her eyebrows, floated down from the ceiling, and looked at each other quietly.

Taking a breath, Yi Wenxuan looked at Rong Jing who was sitting cross-legged in the air, rubbed his hair, and said with some distress: "I just had a nightmare... I dreamed that I was chased by a bus. All of them are particularly scary ghosts..."

Rong Jing gave him a strange look: "Are you a Taoist priest?"

Yi Wenxuan was taken aback: "Yes." What does it matter if he is a Taoist priest or not?

Rong Jing didn't speak, but gave him a contemptuous look, and floated out slowly.Yi Wenxuan sat on the bed pondering for a long time, and finally realized that as a Taoist priest, he would still be chased by ghosts. If this is said, the Taoist priest will definitely lose his face!

With heat rising, he lowered his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say for a while.

Just when he was embarrassed, the sound of "knock knock" knocking on the window sounded, and Yi Wenxuan was taken aback. He lives on the ninth floor, who has the ability to go to the window of his house and knock on the window?What's more, Rong Jing is still there!He could see clearly that night that Rong Jing was not an ordinary ghost at all, and ordinary thousand-year-old ghosts were not as profound as Rong Jing.

——Ghosts have their own territory, usually they will not go to another ghost’s territory, not to mention that low-level ghosts have a natural fear of high-level ghosts, and low-level ghosts will never go higher Level in front of the ghost.And a high-level ghost will not go in front of another high-level ghost.

Looking at the window blocked by the curtain, Yi Wenxuan took out a few pieces of talisman paper from the desk drawer, and carefully took the peach wood sword hanging on the wall to open the curtain.The moment the curtains were opened, a piece of red clothes flashed away.

——Hong Yi, knocking on the window on the ninth floor...

"Rong Jing, stop making trouble!" Yi Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was still somewhat helpless.As he spoke, he hung the mahogany sword back, and walked towards the living room barefoot, preparing to eat something, and then sleep when he fell asleep.Just woke up from a nightmare, he is not sleepy at all now.

But when he walked into the living room, he saw Rong Jing wiping the refrigerator with a rag, and the wide sleeves slipped down his arms, revealing the white undershirt underneath.Rong Jing turned her head to look at him, and said lightly: "I was cleaning the floor before."

Yi Wenxuan's eyes widened: "Didn't you knock on the window before?"

"Go back and sleep again." Rong Jing lowered her head and wiped off the almost invisible dust on the refrigerator.

With a bulging face, Yi Wenxuan took out a box of yogurt from the refrigerator, turned on the TV, and watched TV with Winnie the Pooh on the sofa and hugging the bear—hmph, his lord has a lot, so he didn't care about Rong Jing saying he did it. What about daydreaming!

"Rong Jing, what's the name of your suit? It looks pretty good." Watching the TV show of chivalrous men fighting with other people in the rivers and lakes, Yi Wenxuan asked casually.

Rong Jing looked down at his clothes, threw the dirty rag into the basin by his feet, and answered while rubbing: "I don't know." When he woke up, he was wearing this set.

"Huh?" Yi Wenxuan blinked, but after thinking about it, he understood that Rong Jing is still a ghost, and has no memory of his life at all, so how could he know the name of this suit.Speaking of it, Rong Jing's housework is really hard to imagine. Just looking at Rong Jing's cold face, I feel that Rong Jing should sit in the study, recite poems or play chess, not Roll up your sleeves and do housework.

After tidying up the whole house, the quilt in the bedroom was neatly folded by Rong Jing and placed at the end of the bed, there was no wrinkle on the bed sheet.The stinky socks that Yi Wenxuan took off yesterday were also washed by Rong Jing and hung on the hanger.

Rong Jing tidied up everything, and when she turned her head, she saw Yi Wenxuan slumped on the sofa, sleeping soundly.His eyes moved down and landed on Yi Wenxuan's crumpled sofa cover. A trace of irritability flashed through his eyes very quickly, and then he quickly carried Yi Wenxuan into the bedroom to smooth out that trace of wrinkle.At the same time, he switched the TV to a modern idol drama, floating on the sofa to watch TV quietly.Of course, in order not to disturb Yi Wenxuan, he not only closed the bedroom door, but also turned down the volume of the TV.

Randomly sweeping through the well-organized room, Rong Jing's irritable aura around him became peaceful, and his expression softened a little--this is how people can live, it was a pigsty before!

The author has something to say: Professional pit teammate, system master, you deserve it!

Yi Wenxuan (picking his nose): I used to live in a pigsty?Momo, come here, let's talk about life!

Rong Jing (raising eyebrows): Amnesia?Mr. System, come out and let's talk about ideals!