Bai Yueguang dressed as a paranoid villain [Quick Transmigration]

Yu Mu was ill for three days.

The whole consciousness is blurred.

I just remember being hugged and cleaned, the torn places and the bitten places were all medicated, and then every day I would be helped up and fed soup and porridge, very carefully and gently, as if putting him as a fragile item.

Yu Mu guessed that it was the young monk, but he didn't know whether it was eternal prison or closed prison.

It was not until three days later that he regained his strength and his consciousness gradually returned.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the hand around his waist tightened suddenly, and when he realized that it was too hard, he loosened it a little.

Yu Mu laughed secretly in his heart, the little monk had already started to feel sorry for him.

It seems that being tossed half of his life this time is still somewhat useful.

After turning his mind, Yu Mu took the initiative to thank, "Master Feng Prison, thank you for taking care of me during this time."

"Huh." Feng Yu snorted coldly, "I just think your blood is delicious, and I don't want you to die too early, so don't be so sentimental!" "..." Yu Mu was helpless, he deliberately touched Feng Prison She hugged his hand, rubbed it lightly, and asked him, "Sir, don't be sentimental, do you mean don't make me think you still like me?"

"!!!" Feng Prison let go of his hand immediately, almost jumping up, he retorted, "Nonsense! Who likes you?! I don't like you!!"

Yu Mu raised his eyebrows, he propped up half of his body, his black hair slid down in front of his fair chest, and the open front of his clothes faintly revealed some light pink spots, full of temptation.

He purposely stretched his clothes to make them bigger, exposing his round shoulders, and asked Feng Prison, "Sir, do you already understand what liking means when you say this?"

Looking affectionately at the little monk in front of him with eyes full of water, Yu Mu finally burst out with a hammer, "Just like I like adults, adults have liked me like this before."

"You! You are talking nonsense! You are unreasonable!" Feng Prison really jumped up this time, the Buddhist beads on his feet were shaking violently, he was about to get out of bed and run away in a hurry, but Yu Mu hugged his waist instead, with every inch of strength , fell on the bed.

Yu Mu pressed his head against the young monk's back and sighed, "Master Feng Prison, don't run away, listen to me."

"I don't like you, I don't want to listen to you, I hate big liars."

Negating San Lian blocked Yu Mu's heart.

But he knows he deserves it.

Holding the little monk's waist tightly, Yu Mu explained to him, "I admit that I did deceive you at the beginning, but in the process of deceiving you, I also fell in love with you. As for Feng Qi, I don't like him. I've never liked him either. You've always misunderstood me before, and you still haven't listened to my explanation. If time can go backwards, I'd rather trade my own soul for your life's peace."

In fact, it was indeed lost.

But Yu Mu didn't intend to tell him that he didn't eat Feng Prison's heart.

After all, according to Feng Prison's understanding, he ate his heart himself, so he could return his Yang, which made logical sense.

If he denied this, it would be hard to explain why he didn't know where Feng Prison's heart went.

After Feng Prison listened quietly, he bit his lower lip tightly and did not speak.

But he didn't struggle any more.

In fact, he didn't struggle seriously from the beginning, otherwise how could Yu Mu's small body hold him back.

During the three days when Yu Mu was in a coma, he was actually afraid.

I'm afraid that this person really won't wake up.

It's ridiculous for a heartless person to say that he is afraid, but he does have the emotion of fear, and it is enough to be promoted to fear.

In the past, Yu Mu was a flamboyant ghost, even if he was treated roughly, he could still return to normal the next day.

But now he is still positive and has become a fragile person.

Just a little bit of tossing and tossing, he almost died.

This forced Feng Prison to restrain his sharpness, and to take it easy when dealing with this person.

But Feng Feng feels annoyed.

Why is he so careful?

Why would Yu Mu believe anything he said?

After constantly questioning himself, Feng Jail had an evil thought in his heart.

"You said you don't like Feng Qi?"

Yu Mu was stunned for a moment, then hurried back, "Well, I never liked him."

"You said you liked me?"

Yu Mu immediately turned into a dog leg, "Well, the only one I like is Master Feng Prison."

"You should know that Feng Qi wants to kill me." Feng Prison smiled with an inexplicable meaning, "Or people in this entire dynasty are looking forward to my disappearing into the world.

"But I not only don't want to dissipate, I also want to return the sun."

Speaking of this, he turned around, held Yu Mu's face, grinned, and laughed viciously, he asked, "So, you who keep saying you like me, can you kill Feng Qi for me?"

While waiting for the answer, the little monk's hand had already slipped from Yu Mu's face to his neck, and he squeezed it lightly, rubbing the blue blood vessel with his thumb, with ambiguous movements.

Those dark red eyes stared intently at Yu Mu's eyes, not letting go of the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Okay." Yu Mu replied simply, "I'll kill him for you."

He didn't like Feng Qi.

If killing this character can make the little monk trust him, he doesn't mind doing it at all.

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, tightened his hand instantly, pinched Yu Mu and screamed in pain, but his lips were blocked in the next instant.

The little monk pried open his teeth, invaded forcefully, plundered the little air left by Yu Muyin's suffocation, and then suddenly let go after feeling that the man was about to faint, with his lips down, ghost teeth pierced the flesh, and bit down.

Delicious fresh blood flowed into the throat, nourishing the body, Feng Prison sighed and sucked enough blood before pulling out his ghost teeth, kissed the wound, and pressed against the ear of the man who was short of breath and had tears in his eyes, his voice was full of danger, "Remember Stop what you just said."

After speaking, he got up, stood beside the bed, stared at Yu Mu who was struggling to breathe for a while, and said.

"Tomorrow I will send you out of the palace and give you a month to assassinate Feng Qi." He left the inner hall, and his voice reached Yu Mu's ears.

"I'm waiting for your good news."

After he left, Yu Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and complained to the system: Tongzi, do you know how I felt just now?

[Afraid of being strangled to death by him? 】The system feels sorry for Yu Mu, he blames the little monk, 【It’s true that the prison is closed, how could it treat you like this...】

Yu Mu: No, no, not only am I not afraid, I also...

Feeling a certain place under the quilt that didn't disappear, Yu Mu covered his face: Shamefully yelled.

【…】

The system was silent for a long time before making a sound, [Oh, the terrible Lan people. 】

Yu Mu nodded in agreement, deeply agreeing.

*The next morning, Yu Mu was forced to be sent out of the palace dragging his "recovered from a serious illness" body.

Outside the palace gate, there was a carriage prepared for him by the prisoner. The driver was a man wearing a mask and a turban. He was wrapped tightly and airtight. His voice was hoarse, but slightly familiar.

"Your Majesty asked me to take you where you want to go." The coachman asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Just as Yu Mu was about to answer, he heard the system speak in his consciousness.

[Host, the coachman is in jail. 】