Kuai Chuan and the system fall in love

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☆. Time travel to become Fu Jingqing ([-])

When Duanmuxi woke up, he opened his eyes and did not see the snow-white ceiling as he had imagined, but only purple curtains.The body is not covered with modern eiderdown quilts, but cotton.Although the patterns embroidered on the quilt were extremely luxurious, he couldn't help but have some black threads.

It's not modern, isn't it bad to bully his history...

Sit up from the luxurious quilt in the eyes of the ancients, check your body, and take a look at the future of the original owner provided by the system.

Fu Jingqing was once a victorious general in the Yan Dynasty, and even a high-ranking prince, but he was jealous of the emperor because of his military power.He volunteered his military power and became the prince of idleness.He has a fiancée, Yan Qing'er, the daughter of Taifu Yan.But that woman resolutely retired because his military power was cut, and entered the palace the next day to seduce the emperor, and finally became the most favored concubine Yan Gui in the harem.Such a money-grabbing woman sees his old lover as an eyesore, so she uses his innocence and trust to buy soldiers and horses in other names.Yan Qing'er was blowing the pillow wind on the emperor's bed, slandering him for rebellion.The emperor was skeptical, but he really believed it after reading the letter presented by the dead man.That night, Fu Jingqing was imprisoned for treason.After Yan Qing'er visited the prison and gave him poisoned alcohol in the name of former friendship, she told the truth, and Fu Jingqing died of poisoning.

Tsk tsk, because of having a fiancée and an older brother who listened to other people's slander, the original owner died inexplicably.This kind of life is all he can do.

However, Yan Qing'er definitely didn't know that the person the original owner liked was not her but the emperor.If it wasn't for breaking his own thoughts, the original owner would never accept that marriage.Alas, dying for a loved one may not count at all.At least, he wouldn't be too sad to die at the hands of his so-called friend.

However, this body had already developed to the point where the military power was cut off and Yan Qing'er seduced the emperor and became a noble concubine.The day when that woman wants to get rid of him is not too far away, so just wait for the good show.

"Here~ Mr. Duanmu. Here~" the system suddenly made a voice, and the platinum bracelet was still hanging on his wrist, but such an accessory might not be suitable in ancient times.

"En? What's the matter? Dear Mr. System." Duanmuxi poked the chain on his wrist with interest, smiling a little narrowly.In order to express his dissatisfaction, Mr. System had been silent for a long time because of his death by jumping off a building. I don't know why he suddenly spoke up now.

"Here~...Mr. Duanmu~ The strength of this body exceeds the strength value of your body in the world, do you want to restore it...here~" the system said coldly.

Pfft, is this a joke invited by a monkey?Duanmu Xi resisted the urge to laugh, and said solemnly: "What does Mr. System think?"

...The system chose to shut up, because if he spoke now, Duanmuxi would laugh at him to death.He is not stupid, who said he is just a bunch of simple data?He is a system with human IQ.

Sure enough, it's still as bad-hearted as before.The system is a little helpless.

"By the way, it's very troublesome to keep calling Mr. System like this. What's the name of Mr. System?" Duanmu Xi asked curiously, fiddled with the chain.

"Here~011, my code name is 011. Here~"

It's no fun talking to such a serious guy.Duanmuxi was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't show it on his face, "Does Mr. 11 have any nickname? Well, whether you have one or not, I will call you Art from now on."

Art... the name always gave him a familiar feeling.Why?Duanmuxi didn't know why this name suddenly popped up in his mind, it was his intuition that told him to call it this name.Is it because Mr. System is actually comparable to the Internet that he is called Art?I always feel that the system is hiding something from him... Tsk, thinking about it gives him a headache, so let's not think about it.One day you will know, don't think too much...

The system also fell silent, and he dared not say some things.Could it be that the guy's ability has weakened?Impossible things, no matter how weak his ability is, such things are still easy for him.

"My lord, you're awake." A little maid who passed by the door opened the door and entered, seeing Duanmu Xi who was sitting on the bed and lost in thought, said casually.

"En." Duanmuxi stopped chatting with the system after seeing someone coming, he didn't want to be treated as a fool, "Huizhen, did the emperor come to see me today?"

Fu Jingqing's liking for the emperor was known to no one but him, and others only regarded him as a child who couldn't do without his only elder brother.

"The emperor didn't come over today, but the imperial concubine came to see you, and she brought you your favorite milk and crisps." Huizhen helped Duanmuxi get dressed while talking, it was the prince's favorite snack, Although the imperial concubine has become a noble concubine, she still cares about the prince just as much.

It seems that Yan Qing'er is still as popular as before.Even if she crawled into someone else's bed, even if she was the original owner's former fiancée, not many people would condemn her.He hates this hypocritical person the most, although he is also such a hypocritical person.

"Really? Then let someone bring it over." After Huizhen helped him put on the gilded blue robe, he greeted.He really wanted to know what this Yan Qing'er could do to him, the future he saw was poisoning.The original owner later ate Yan Qinger's pastry, but was safe because the kitchen staff made a mistake.However, he was deceived by Yan Qing'er with a lie, and he believed the lie that made people do evil.The person who died in his place just died without the family even being subsidized.I have to say that the original owner is really a good boy.

Huizhen is Fu Jingqing's personal maid, perhaps it can be said that she is a housemaid.It's just that Fu Jingqing has never touched her, and she has no interest in becoming the prince's concubine.Fu Jingqing used to treat her like a younger sister, so she can be said to be the second master in the palace, and it is easy and stress-free to order a servant.

After washing up, I came to the table. Just looking at the stack of golden milk crisps on the table made my index finger move, making people salivate.

Tsk tsk, if someone hadn't accidentally changed the wrong pastry, he might be the one who died.

After cleaning my hands, I tasted one with chopsticks.It melts in the mouth and is full of milky fragrance.

Duanmuxi put down his chopsticks, stopped tasting other things, and then looked at Huizhen who was beside him with a smile. "Huizhen, who sent this milk crisp? This is not Qing'er's handicraft. Qing'er's milk crisp does not taste like this."

Huizhen was a little dumbfounded, how could someone in the palace secretly exchange the prince's meal?If someone dares to harm the prince, she must pluck his skin!

"My lord, maybe this servant took the wrong one..." A maid who stood in the corner with her head lowered whispered, "The servant saw two servings of milk crisps in the kitchen, so I just took them out of my eyes when I was blind." I thought it was made by the noble concubine. It is all the fault of the servants, and I ask the prince to punish me!" As he said, he knelt down and kowtowed loudly.

"Don't worry so much, why don't we go and see the whereabouts of another milk crisp?" Duanmuxi folded his hands and looked at Huizhen with great interest.

Huizhen shuddered and nodded.Why does she feel that the prince has become so dangerous after he wakes up?Although he was laughing and joking before, he had never felt so oppressive before.Could it be that the fighting spirit was inspired by the seizure of military power?Or because of Concubine Yan?What should I do if I suddenly feel that Concubine Yan Gui is not a good person?This must be because I think too much, it must be.

In this way, several people began to search for the whereabouts of another milk crisp.I don't know if it has entered someone's stomach now, but the original owner has never seen that person in his memory.It seems that we have to start with the kitchen first, the cook should know.

However, he did not guess wrong.They had only just arrived in the kitchen when the cook knelt down and begged for forgiveness.Because she found that the pastry that the maid took away was not the one made by Concubine Yan Gui but the one she made, but it was too late when she found out.However, the other plate of soufflé was still safely on the table.She just saw that the milk crisps sent by Concubine Yan looked good, so she made a copy for her son.

oh?It seems that he came at the right time, and he hasn't been taken away yet, so it's much simpler.

"You guys go out first, Huizhen you stay." Duanmu Xi waved the others out with a wave of his hand. He didn't want too many people to know what he was going to do later, otherwise it would be so easy to startle the snake.

He took a silver hairpin from Huizhen's head and inserted it into the milk crisp.

Your lord, the imperial concubine will not harm you.She has been so kind to you, it will be very sad to know that you tested the pastry she sent for poison.Huizhen really wanted to say this, but after seeing the next scene, she was completely speechless.

It didn't take long for the tip of the needle to turn black.Tsk tsk, poisoning really has no connotation. If he hadn't discovered it early, the other children who trust Yan Qing'er don't know how long they would have to blindly believe.

Looking at the blackened tip, Huizhen snatched the hairpin from Duanmuxi's hand in disbelief.

Unexpectedly... Concubine Yan Gui actually poisoned her.Huizhen trembled, unable to believe her eyes.

"Prince, is it true that someone framed the noble concubine? How could the noble concubine treat you like this." Although Hui Zhen said this, she couldn't even believe what she said.She didn't know why, she didn't seem to have such a great sense of reverence for Concubine Yan.

"Oh? Huizhen, you think so. But don't forget who is your master." Duanmuxi just gave Huizhen a meaningful look, and walked out with a smile on his face. Go, "By the way, remember to destroy the evidence."

He knew who that person was.The cook meant that she made it for her son.The one who was taken advantage of by Yan Qing'er was the cook's son, what luck.

Then, the next step is the seduction of that woman, Yan Qing'er.It's really annoying, he has no interest in women at all.If an overlord came to force his bow, his small body might not be able to bear it.Aha, that's enough, blacking myself, and blacking it out so high, this kind of thing can only be done by myself.

Duanmu Xi happily rolled back to his study. There were no such troublesome documents on the desk. He only needed to read the history of the dynasty and the art of war when he had time.Anyway, his identity in this shell is an idle king, even if he does nothing but cause trouble, no one will say anything more.He still likes making trouble, especially when there is a guy behind him who is responsible for cleaning up the mess.Don't be too happy about this kind of thing.

There are still about ten days before Yan Qing'er comes to the palace. In these ten days, he can take a good look at the servants in the palace and let them know who is the master of the palace.

When Huizhen came out of the kitchen, she glanced at the cook kneeling outside the door and the maid who brought the wrong plate. "Everyone go to get an extra month's wages, Liniang, your salary this year will be doubled by the palace, you can take your son back to the countryside. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you." Huizhen pointed The cook said, hiding her hands behind her back, the sharp nails pierced her palm, and blood dripped from her hands.

"Yes." Liniang lowered her head and said, although she was a little disappointed, she had no right to resist.

The author has something to say: You don't love me, I'll go to the corner...

☆. Time travel to become Fu Jingqing ([-])

The author has something to say: I failed to apply for a contract...Although I am a little disappointed, it shows that Ah Qing still has room for improvement! fighting

Duanmu Xi is using a silver needle to carefully pick up the dirt in his nails. He always has strange hobbies in some aspects.Sometimes, things like cleanliness also appear on him.He didn't have much reaction to other dirty things, and he could even simply tolerate them.But he can't stand having dirt under his nails!

Seriously struggling with his nails, Duanmu Xi didn't realize that there was another person in the study room where he was the only one.However, that person didn't mean to disturb Duanmu Xi, he just stood there motionless.

Originally, according to Duanmuxi's vigilance, such a thing should not have happened, but that person appeared suddenly, without moving a step, and did not make any sound because of breathing.He is like a statue, as if he can live well without breathing.

Huh, it's finally clean.Duanmuxi blew lightly on his nails, and hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Since you're here, why don't you report your name?" Duanmuxi put down the silver needle, and found the person standing not far away from his own world.He flicked his fingernails and cast a sidelong glance at the person beside him.

"Mr. Duanmu." The man's cold voice was almost the same as that of the system.

oh?This is transformed?Duanmu Xi raised his eyebrows.Call him Mr. Duanmu, there is no one else except that dazed system.

"Art can still materialize." Duan Muxi was in a good mood because his nails were clean, and he teased Mr. System, who has always been known for his seriousness in his eyes, "After Art is materialized, there is no noise in his speech. Now, this feeling is very real. But, why is Art suddenly like this?" And the voice is even better, tsk tsk, who told him to use voice control.

The system was silent for a moment, but still said: "The Lord God ordered."

Lord God?What is that?Is this not ancient times but Greek mythology?Probably not.But yes, it will not be human beings who can create and control the system.The main god or something, just think of it as refreshing your worldview.

"Mr. Duanmu, I will stay in the palace as a secret guard. Also, please call me Ling Yiyi."

What the hell is Ling Yiyi... The villain in Duanmu Xi's heart can't help but touch his forehead, this crappy name is really embarrassing to the Prince's Mansion.Alas, anyway, this world may last for a long time, and there is nothing to lose face.As a hidden guard, the possibility of the system appearing in front of the public is almost zero.So what are you worried about?Really mediocre.Duanmuxi sighed helplessly, and then returned to his hippie smiling face.

"Hey, Art, in fact, you can stay in the palace as the king's male favourite." Duanmu Xi looked at Ling Yiyi's stern face and felt the desire to flirt.But when this remark came out, even he was shocked, because he suddenly felt that such a situation was not bad.

Tch, Duanmuxi, your taste is really getting worse.Maybe they were just scum before, but now they refuse to let go of even a string of data?Duanmu Xi spat at herself fiercely in her heart.He crushed the thoughts in his heart fiercely and threw them in the corner of his heart.

Putting his mind away, Duanmu Xi lost the interest in laughing, making the system disappear before his eyes.The system is a little bit better. When Duanmuxi doesn't want to see him, he can disappear into the air directly, which won't disturb the owner at all.This is one of the reasons why he chose to be a hidden guard.

"My lord, Concubine Yan is here." Huizhen's voice sounded outside the door.

Oh, the plot has begun, let him and Yan Qing'er come and have fun.Duanmu Xi had a never-before-seen smile, and evil intentions appeared on his already handsome face, making the stomachs of those who watched it tighten.

"En, let Qing'er come in." Duanmu Xi still trusted Yan Qing'er, standing in front of the desk, looking at the snow-white rice paper on the table.

"Ah Qing, you are writing again." After Yan Qing'er came in, seeing Duanmu Xi looking at the rice paper on the table, she said with a sweet smile, "Then let Qing'er grind the ink."

Duanmu Xi understood, nodded, picked up the brush, and Yan Qing'er walked slowly.Today, she is wearing a blouse sprinkled with flowers, covered with a brocade and feather satin cloak with green patterns, a flower skirt embroidered with silver patterns and a hundred butterflies, and wearing blue-faced dark flower shoes on her feet.There is a nine-hull fairy bun on the head, and in the black hair are inserted the jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin, and the supreme phoenix hairpin.Only these two things are full of style.The pink face is shy, the eyelashes are curved and dense like a small fan, the thin lips are slightly dotted, and the dimples are shallow.If you look closely, it can be called extremely beautiful.It's no wonder that his so-called imperial brother would take a fancy to this woman.

It's a pity that a woman's heart is deep in the sea, the more beautiful a woman is, the harder it is to guess her mind.Not to mention that this started a toxic beauty.

Because there was an earth dragon in the house, Yan Qing'er took off her cloak, and tightened her shirt with flowers and smoke.Her breasts were half exposed, her slender hands were soft, and she began to ink ink.

It's a pity that I can't bear such a top product... Duanmuxi sighed helplessly, and the villain in his heart, Xiao Hei, shouted arrogantly, "It's all your fault, who made you break?" Sleeve fetish!" Another villain, Xiao Bai, yelled, "Don't talk like you like girls!" Then, the two little guys started arguing or something.

It must be because this is ancient times, so my words can't help being ancient.

Yan Qing'er felt Duanmu Xi's daze and stiffness, and couldn't help being a little proud, but it didn't show on her face.She knew that with her beauty, no one could not bow down under her pomegranate skirt.No matter whether it is Fu Jingqing who is known as so pure-hearted and ascetic, or the emperor who is ninety-five years old, no one can escape her palm.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing'er couldn't help trembling slightly, and opened her collar further with an extremely elegant posture.

The world is going down, the world is going down, it's so shameless.The villain in Duanmuxi's heart is no longer interested in continuing to quarrel, he just covers his eyes with his hands, but still leaves a few gaps for peeping.He is such a stinky shameless~

"Qing'er, are you wearing a jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin?" Duanmu Xiti said suddenly after writing a few words.

Yan Qing'er's hands trembled suddenly, and her eyes drifted a little.She even forgot that she was still wearing a jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin on her head, which was given to her by the emperor on her wedding day, which was very meaningful.On a day like today, how could she wear this to the prince's mansion...

"Brother Huang treats you sincerely. When I asked Brother Huang for this hairpin last time, Brother Huang severely rejected him." Duan Muxi lowered his head and did not look at Yan Qing'er's suddenly pale face, " Qing'er, Brother Huang treats you so well, you have to treat him well. Otherwise, you will be sorry for that jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin on your head."

Yan Qing'er took a deep breath, tried her best to put on her original dignified smile, and rubbed her ink seriously.

Duanmu Xi paused and put down his pen. "Qing'er, it's cold today, even if there are earth dragons in the room, you can't just wear this." Then, she walked to the side, picked up the emerald brocade and feather satin cloak she had taken off, and put it on for her, "I I don't want to see Qing'er with a runny nose tomorrow, it would be too ugly."

"Ah Qing." Yan Qing'er stomped her shy pink feet, her almond eyes showed so much affection that she couldn't help but bury her face in Duanmu Xi's arms.She always felt that the current Fu Jingqing was more flavorful than before.In the past, he could only write and draw, fight wars and play chess. He never gave her the care of a man for a woman, but only for his younger sister.The current Fu Jingqing is so masculine, he really likes what to do, and he is a bit reluctant to kill him.

Duanmuxi's eyes darkened as he felt the cool body temperature with his fingertips and the delicate skin that almost melted under his hands.If such a body grows on a man, it would be a bone-destroying and ecstasy.If this Yan Qing'er was a man, even if it was forced, he would have to taste it.What a pity.

"By the way, Ah Qing, I heard that Liniang in your house is an excellent cook. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to try her dim sum?" Yan Qing'er tugged at Duanmu Xi's sleeve and looked at Duanmu pitifully. Hee, like a cute kitten who wants a treat.

Duanmuxi suddenly grabbed Yan Qing'er's hand, "Qing'er, why do you think of Liniang? She just committed a crime yesterday and took her son back to the countryside. Why worry about such a lowly person, so as not to belittle her?" own identity."

crime?That's fine, with Fu Jingqing's personality, he would never be concerned about Liniang who lives in the country.Then, it doesn't matter when the guy who died for him died.

"If that's the case, forget it. Ah Qing, you have to let the other cooks make delicious food to comfort them." Following Duanmuxi's grasp of her hand, she drew a circle on Duanmuxi's chest. want to do something.

Time passed quickly, and Yan Qing'er was a little tired.What's more, if she didn't return to the palace now, she would be jealous by the emperor, so she used this to return to the palace.

Sure enough, he came here to instigate him to recruit soldiers, and then can he happily slander him for rebellion?It seems that some things have to be done.Recruiting soldiers and buying horses, Yan Qing'er, as you wish.

☆. Time travel to become Fu Jingqing ([-])

After Yan Qing'er left, the system appeared.Looking complicatedly at Duanmu Xi, who was already leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes to rest his mind, although his face still had the expression of wanting nothing, the waves in his eyes were clearly visible.He's not Duanmuxi, he can't hide all his thoughts well without being discovered.

"Art, don't look at me like that." Duanmu Xi said with closed eyes, "Your gaze is too explicit, I will wonder if I owe you millions."

The feeling of being stared at with straight eyes makes me feel very uncomfortable.Could it be that the dangerous days before have passed for a long time?It's really not that difficult to change it.But why didn't he have the desire to kill when Art looked at him?Maybe it's because he's not human.

It took Duanmuxi a month to buy the required soldiers and horses, and then entered the palace.It's not to expose anything, but to clarify this matter in front of the emperor.Only by reassuring and trusting the emperor, his affairs will be considered half successful.

Yan Qing'er never imagined that just after she set the trap, Duanmuxi had already given all the soldiers and horses to the emperor as a token of loyalty.

After leaving the palace, Duanmu Xi didn't want to go back to the palace.In ancient times, this is a life that ordinary people can't feel.He is going to experience all kinds of ancient delicacies now, although the cooks in the palace are all excellent in cooking, some are even the royal chefs in the palace.But there is a saying that is good, the master is in the folk, and those special snacks can only be fully tasted in the folk.

In this way, the system followed directly behind Duanmuxi as a bodyguard, and the indifferent dark eyes were full of vigilance.

"The wontons here look good, so this is it." Duanmu Xi didn't care about the system behind him, anyway, the system had already gotten used to it after spending so many years with him in the last world.

Under a simple canopy, there are about five or six small tables, just for eating wontons.

He chose a fairly clean place to sit down, and Duanmu Xi didn't mind it very much, he propped his head and watched the night view of the capital.The ancient night scene is quite beautiful. Although it does not have the modern simplicity, it has a complex beauty.Only by being there can you feel the beauty of complexity.

Pedestrians come and go, there are no modern street trees, but occasionally there are a few trees to enjoy the shade.Candied haws hawkers walking around selling, uncles selling clay figurines, aunts selling lanterns, girls selling handkerchiefs... All kinds of craftsmen walked around like this, shouting loudly to find deals.There are also beautiful ladies in the boudoir and handsome officials and children wandering here.

What day is it today?It's so lively?

Duanmuxi looked at the system sitting aside with some doubts, with a questioning expression.

"Linghua Day, there are rumors that there is a girl named Linghua who fell in love with a scholar who was going to Beijing for the exam. The two fell in love and soon had a child. On the day the child was born, all kinds of flowers bloomed in the city, and the sky even rained petals. This child The root bone was excellent, he was accepted as a disciple by a hermit, and finally he saved the country that was almost destroyed by himself, but he died on the battlefield. After the child died, all the flowers withered, except the child from the body Blooming blood-red flowers with nearly a hundred petals are very beautiful. The flower was named Linghua by later generations to commemorate that heroic child. Later generations named today as Linghua Day every year, and all unmarried men and women can Make a wish in front of the stele. If there are men and women who see each other today, they can get the blessings of the people of the whole city, and their parents will not interfere." The system spoke in a cold voice to a length that he had never said before.

Duanmuxi had the question "Fuck, is this really the cold system that used to be?", so he decided not to ask.The number of words spoken by the system today has exceeded the number of days, will it be dumb in the next few days?

Without the conscious Duanmu Xihe system, they completely forgot how outstanding their faces are. Many women have stared at them with admiration for a long time.It's just that as unmarried women in ancient times, they are more reserved.The system may be because of the thick lines, and Duanmuxi may be because he is used to it.

Unexpectedly, there was a relatively open system in such feudal ancient times.

"Long time no see." A blue-clothed man suddenly appeared beside them, with a folding fan lightly spread, endlessly romantic.

"Si Komin? It's been a long time." Duan Muxi snatched Si Komin's fan and glanced at him lightly.It's just that this glance was enough to take one's soul away, and the person who looked at it almost lost his soul.

This guy Si Koumin is forever dressed in blue and has a folding fan.Even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the fan never left his hand.Although this guy is not so reliable, he is the prince of the Zhaoyue Dynasty and one of the heirs to the throne.

The man just sighed helplessly and let Duanmuxi snatch his fan away.Immediately, he glanced at the system sitting next to Duanmu Xi, and asked rather puzzled: "Zijie, is this your bodyguard?"

Zijie is Fu Jingqing's character.In order to show the closeness between the two, Si Koumin specially called him Zijie.It's just that Fu Jingqing always called him by his full name, and never called him Min or Yeke affectionately.What a disappointment to be a human being, how could you treat him like this.

"Yeah, Xiaoyi's martial arts is very high." Duanmuxi put the fan on the table and mumbled while eating wontons, "Si Koumin, don't dangle, okay, I'm not blind .It blocks the light, so let’s eat well?” While talking, Duanmu Xi’s temper became a little bit up.After finally coming to a world where he can play as he pleases, someone doesn't let him eat well, he is very upset!

When Si Koumin heard these words, he started to scratch the wall in frustration. Is there such a big difference between the two names?Even if it's his, he won't be happy to be so affectionate!When did the black-faced god appear, don't you know that if you disturb someone's pursuit, you will be struck by lightning?

The system is silent, he is only responsible for eating.

One after another wonton just entered the stomach of the system, and Duanmu Xi stared at it in disbelief.He thought of a very serious matter, as a string of data that can transform into a human being, wouldn't eating human beings cause constipation?Wontons are all soup, will water get in after eating?

Until the two of them finished eating, Si Koumin just sat beside the two of them carelessly, like a big shining light bulb.Although in his eyes, the black-faced god-like guard was the light bulb that disturbed him.

Ah, he doesn't like people getting too close, except for the system.After eating, Duanmu Xi couldn't help thinking.However, if such a thick-skinned guy can't be driven away, he can't say it clearly.So the trouble is dead.

"Xiao Yi, let's go take a look over there. Si Kou Min, how are you?" Duan Muxi decided to ignore Si Kou Min directly, and then grabbed the system's knuckle-boned hand and began to play with it.He firmly believes that although the system can be transformed into a human being, it is still very different from a human being.At least the system won't be shy when you say yes.What's more, he likes this systematic body very much, it smells cool.His liking for this genre definitely surpasses his liking for Shan Zhe's style in the previous world.

The system just glanced at the hand that wrapped his own, the slightly hot temperature and the feeling of the thin callus on the hand...not bad, and it makes people nostalgic.The system couldn't help looking at Duanmu Xi, who was playing with his head down, and a smile appeared on his lips that were originally pursed into a straight line.It's just that the smile was very shallow, and it was hidden by him again.

Duanmuxi, if you can... the system has some expectations, but it still suppresses that expectation.Everything is just his thoughts, it doesn't matter, just a few more worlds, just a few more worlds.Everything will be fine, he can afford to wait.

Si Koumin stared at the system in dissatisfaction, looking at his calm face, but finally failed.Fu Jingqing, does he have someone he likes?He doesn't like to be robbed.As long as Fu Jingqing is happy, can he really just be a passer-by in his life?I'm so unhappy.

"Hey, miss, your handkerchief." Si Koumin called out to the girl who was swaying away.The girl stuffed the handkerchief into his arms and left.When Si Koumin was still struggling with how to return the handkerchief, he had already called out.

But accompanied by his voice were overwhelming champagne, all stuffed towards him.Just when he was about to be piled up into a hill of handkerchiefs, he felt that someone had pulled off his belt, someone had pulled out his hair, someone was pulling his sleeve, someone was snatching his crown... ...Si Koumin, who felt the deep malice of the girls, was in a bad mood, and escaped from the encirclement of the girls with his trousers in his hands, regardless of his appearance.

At this moment, Si Koumin doesn't have the demeanor of Mr. Pian Pianjia before, he looks like a down-and-out scholar.Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were opened wide, and she was holding up her trousers wretchedly.

Si Koumin was so frightened by the aggression of women in this country that she burst into tears, and began to miss the gentleness of her Zhaoyue girls.Until he saw Duanmu Xihe and the system who were still handsome beside him, the dissatisfaction in his heart could already turn into a cloud above his head.Why are those two guys doing nothing?It's not fair!

oh?Why do you ask?Of course it was because there was a black-faced god by his side.Duanmuxi glanced at Si Koumin with a little complacency, and even brushed off the non-existent dirt on his sleeves.He knew something like this was going to happen, so he hung it up from the start, okay?With the plug-in of Art by his side, of course he has to hug his thighs tightly.Who made Si Koumin so stupid? He shouldn't have summoned that girl in the first place.

"Xiaoyi, I'm going back." Duanmu Xi, who had seen enough excitement, now decided to go home and let that guy stay on the street.He didn't want to know such a disgraceful fellow.

Duanmuxi walked in front and retreated while Si Koumin was still in a daze.On this day, both girls and men have high combat effectiveness. Even if his physical skills are very good, as a prince, he can't fight with ordinary people.What a shame, he's not that guy Si Koumin.

The system just followed behind without showing a trace of complacency in its eyes.He's not going to tell the guy he did the belt or something.He doesn't like people getting close to Duanmu Xi, even if he is said to be possessive, it doesn't matter.He had promised not to incarnate before, but some people did not abide by the agreement and he had no choice but to break the rules.

The author has something to say: Ah Qing sells her cuteness and leaves a message for a favorite

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Si Koumin: hi, Duanmu, your black-faced god

Black-faced God [Indifference]: No, it's your Black-faced God

Duanmu Xi [slap]: Obviously he is my black-faced god!

☆. Time travel to become Fu Jingqing ([-])

"Have you found everything you should be looking for?" Duanmu Xi leaned on the chair, squinting his eyes slightly and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Huizhen knelt on the ground on one knee, not daring to look up, but holding a yellow oil paper bag in both hands.She doesn't know when it started, she