Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Unexpectedly, He Lanjiu let the celestial-looking attendant lead her into the boat, and turned around with a smile: "Why don't you move, don't you dare to come in?"

"Your happy expression is too shameless." Qian Yichen turned his face contemptuously, and when he was about to leave, the ship shook, his feet were unsteady, and another attendant grabbed his waist.

The other party tucked into his arms, raised his astonishingly white and jade-like face and asked, "Does the young master not like me?"

Flirty, so frivolous!Call me Daoist!

Qian Yichen coughed a few times uncomfortably, but when he pushed him away, his hands were caught, and he stumbled into the boat while being pulled and pulled.

The decoration inside the painting boat was indeed more luxurious. Several doll-like attendants pushed the panes aside one after another and stood respectfully on both sides, either smiling or silent. In short, none of them had a flawed expression.

Qian Yichen stared at it for a while: "Why do these people have the same expressions on their brows? It's like a hospital..."

Generally speaking, such rare beauties in the world are very valuable. Throwing out any of them can trigger a war, or at least become the top card in a brothel. It is more reasonable for these so-called beauties to appear in the inner courtyard of the deep palace. Like things that can be produced in batches in the hook bar.

Who has this kind of strength and can gather so many troubles?

"You wait for me there for a while, and it will be ready soon." He Lanjiu half embraced the attendant, and plunged into the private room in front of him.

Qian Yichen only heard this sentence, and the veil of pomegranate powder swept past his eyes, and the figure disappeared.

"You brat, you're addicted to shopping in brothels, right? It's really good. If you don't learn, you have to learn bad..." He was gearing up to get him out, similar to the mentality of a parent who goes to an Internet cafe to find a child.

"Hey, my lord stay here, that room is spacious, but there is no place for you to sit."

A hand holding a fan suddenly stretched out from behind, blocking all eyes in front of him for an instant.

Qian Yichen looked at the stars and ink dots on the fan, and slowly turned his head: "Who are you?"

"My surname is Jiang, and I am the owner of this painting boat. You can call me Jiangque." The visitor seemed to have not used this name for a long time, and the tip of his tongue pronounced it jerky. He closed the fan with a swipe, "That young master seems to like me very much What about your attendants—you all go in to serve, and there is no shortage of playing and singing fine wine, so you don’t need to stay here.”

The beautiful attendants in the boat nodded without saying a word, and walked lightly to the private room where He Lanjiu was.

"And you, hee hee hee." Jiang Sparrow stood in front of his eyes, with the joy of having everything under control, "I know you are not interested in those people, so I came to entertain you personally."

Qian Yichen originally wanted to quickly call He Lanjiu to his side, but when he opened his mouth, he forgot what to say.

This guy is too unsteady, isn't he just a few more good-looking people!How could it be so easy to get hooked away?Back then, he had pursued Feng Fan's plastic figure for dozens of chapters, and his conviction was firm, so he deservedly won the title of heroine.

Qian Yichen glared angrily at the closed private room door, gave up the urge to knock on the door, and instead looked seriously at the owner of the painting boat surnamed Jiang.

He noticed it when he first came into contact with it. Jiang Que is probably also a monk who studies sorcery. The hand holding the fan is cold and the feeling of being alive is very light. There is no demonic or ghostly aura. skin like a panda.

After all, the only thing left that can surpass a boatload of angels is a national treasure.

"Hee hee hee, he was having fun, but made you wait at the door stupidly?" Jiang Que didn't know what he was happy about, and kept laughing meanly, with a sly gleam in his eyes from time to time.

How could it be possible to have fun, I came here to find out about that orchid, even if He Lanjiu was not sure, she wouldn't be so stupid!

Qian Yichen frowned but was powerless to refute. To be precise, all his emotions were replaced by anger.Like a small flame parasitic in the bottom of my heart, it should be extinguished logically, and it burned without any sign.

No, something is wrong.

If I were my normal self, I would... trust He Lanjiu more and be more patient, besides, it's not worth getting angry about.

It's a pity that the thought was fleeting in my mind, and soon curled up in the depths of consciousness.

Qian Yichen followed Jiang Que to the private room next door without realizing any problems. There was a small wine jug on the round table fixed on the ground in the center, but there was only one cup.

Jiang Que eagerly stepped forward to pour the wine, the liquid in the jug was just one glass, and it shone clear under the candlelight: "Would you like to try it?"

His eyes were so evil that he wouldn't find it annoying, but he had to be more vigilant.

Qian Yichen sat at the table, brewing up what he wanted to say - does the orchid engraved on your boat have any special meaning?

But before speaking, he inadvertently glanced at the glass of wine.

Just one glance, and I can't take my eyes off again.

The wine was as clear and clear as clear water, but it held a fatal attraction to him.

"I guarantee it with my head, it's absolutely non-toxic." Jiang Que held his face sideways with one hand, and pushed the cup over steadily, "You'll like the taste."

"I do not……"

Even if the wine in this world is so light that it is almost impossible to measure, Qian Yichen is not a greedy person, but the words of refusal are stuck on the tip of his tongue, he stares at Jiang Que seriously, lowers his head and suddenly picks up the glass and swallows it in one gulp.

What orchids, Feng Fan, and He Lanjiu in the next room became unimportant.

Probably because it smells too sweet.

……

Of course, He Lanjiu was not like Qian Yichen despised, playing the game of wine and meat in the room with great interest.

"Beauty is beauty, there is no soul... Where is your soul?" He raised his hand expressionlessly, grabbed the neck of the nearest attendant, tightened his five fingers and slowly exerted force.

The latter still had a submissive and ingratiating smile on his face, and his spiritual power fluctuations were exactly the same as those of ordinary people, but he couldn't speak a word after meeting.Until the neck was penetrated by the fingertips, the magic dissipated with a snap and the original shape appeared, and the smile collapsed on the corner of the mouth.

What he was holding was nothing more than a delicate puppet wearing silk, lying on his back on the ground, the cotton stuffing his body came out from the hollow of the neck.

The candle was inserted into the copper candlestick, and the flame jumped when the wind blew it. He Lanjiu let go and threw the broken doll to his feet. He extinguished a candle with a flick of his fingers, and scratched his left wrist with the spike of the candlestick without hesitation.

A wound running across his wrist suddenly gushed out blood crazily, cold and dark red, slowly flowing down along the pale skin.

He Lanjiu glanced at the attendants who were calmly watching him self-harm one by one, and whispered to himself: "...are they all here?"

With a wave of the bloody left hand, the blood beads suddenly moved and dispersed, sinking into the foreheads of those people one by one!

"Now the servants on the whole boat are all my people. Before revealing your identity, it's time to talk to your master." He Lanjiu sat silently on the bedside, waiting for the owner of the painting boat to find out that the spell had been broken.

After a long while, the door of the private room was still closed tightly, and the two breathing sounds from the next room were very distinct.

"Are they talking there?" He Lanjiu lifted up his clothes impatiently and walked out the door. When he kicked open the next room, his action was so violent that he overturned the ink painting on the wall.

The host Jiang Que lay on the table, picked up a small empty wine glass, and said what he wanted to say first: "Hee hee hee, you are late."

"It's not easy for you to make such a doll, so it's all cheap for me, okay?" He Lanjiu leaned against the door and chuckled, raising her hand to lick the scar left by cutting her wrist just now.

Behind him, the face of a puppet wearing a sumac-colored silk dress flashed past, looking at the master in front of him with a cold gaze.

Jiang Sparrow raised her face and scratched her hair in embarrassment: "Oh, that's troublesome. But instead of fighting, you'd better take your companions to sleep next door. My place is known far and wide for its gentleness."

He Lan Jiu's calm expression suddenly froze, and only then did he notice a terrible thing.

Just now when he kicked the door and made such a big noise, Qian Yichen sat there obediently, without even raising his head!

He Lanjiu cautiously approached the table from the other side, pulled him up and looked at him carefully: "Wake up, can you hear my voice?"

The pulse condition is stable, but the fundus of the eyes is reddish, it doesn't look like the soul is missing at all... It's just ordinary drinking too much.

"If you talk about my painting boat on the Qinhuai River, it is really a paradise on earth. People who are destined to see it, and it serves the most fragrant wine in the world." Jiangque boasted happily, and raised the white jade wine glass, "It's still delicious. There is a very good name, called Unconsciousness."

He Lanjiu's face changed when he heard the last three words, and his fingers around Qian Yichen's waist suddenly tightened: "... Taoist Kongli?!"

"Could it be that I'm already famous to this extent?" Jiang Que stood up in complete surprise.

He Lanjiu sneered: "I heard that there is a Taoist named Kongli who is good at refining emotions. Seeing is believing. You must have strengthened your courage."

"Oh, oh, don't look like you want to eat people. I just poured him a glass of non-toxic wine. Besides, I am sincerely entertaining you. The boat does not charge money. It doesn't matter how long you want to stay after you come in. Oh." Jiang Que patted his chest innocently under his sharp gaze, "Little brother, where did you hear about me? I have to praise him immediately."

But his expression was extremely alert, as if he was going to kill someone to silence him.

"It's just a person surnamed Yu." He Lanjiu noticed that Qian Yichen's breathing was gradually getting heavier, and pointed to the door of the box, "Get out, and I'll kill you after I confirm that he is safe and sound."

"Oh——I thought you were well-informed. Fish are like water? In terms of seniority, he is my uncle." Jiang Que nodded with relief and suddenly realized, and did not forget to protest when he was kicked out, "Generally speaking, people die You have the position to kill me. But don’t worry, he won’t die.”

He Lanjiu turned around and put Qian Yichen on the bed, a suppressed murderous look flashed in his eyes: "Leave the antidote for unconsciousness first."

Jiang Que paused as he closed the door, and suddenly laughed sharply: "Hee hee hee, didn't I say that, I don't know how to wake up and is non-toxic, so... there is absolutely no way to find a solution."