Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Xuan Yi has never done this kind of thing of sharing the same bed with someone before.

Now, he was lying on a soft pillow that was specially replaced by two, covered with a silky brocade quilt, and beside him lay a nephew curled up in a ball.

Xu was tired from tossing and tossing just now, the young man closed his eyes at the moment, breathing steadily, hiding under the quilt from the neck down, looking quite well-behaved.

But in a place where he couldn't see under the brocade quilt, the other party had already crossed the line, and his fingertips were secretly touching his wrist, as if feeling for his pulse.

——Shen Pei, are you afraid of ghosts?

Recalling the series of abnormal behaviors of the young man before Banzhuxiang, Xuan Yi lay flat, stared at the top of the bed, and suddenly realized something from the other party's similar behavior of looking for peace of mind.

Thanks to the young people's full preparations for food, clothing and housing, although they are now lying on the same couch, they are not covered with the same quilt.

Although for a monk, the wrist is no longer the key to life, but the fingertips that quietly crossed the boundary still easily brought the distance between the two of them much closer.

Shen Pei, the magic barrier...

Realizing that his recent plan of "estrangement and breaking barriers" has not taken effect at all, the man who has become more and more proficient in the Purifying Mantra is a little annoyed, and he closes his eyes silently, just thinking that his side is empty.

But not long after, he felt the young man beside him move, squeezed into his bed like a little beast looking for a heat source.

With Nephrite in his arms, Old Antique, who had never experienced such a situation, froze instantly.

Subconsciously, Xuan Yi tilted his head, trying to push the young man away and shake him awake, but unexpectedly he stopped his hands after seeing the other's side face shrouded in the moonlight.

Different from the appearance of bickering and arguing with himself during the day, the young man's sleeping face is very well-behaved, with his forehead resting on his shoulder, and his eyelashes drooping densely. Just one glance can make people feel a little affectionate.

The expression in his eyes fluctuated, the man held his hand in the air and then loosened it, but he didn't disturb the other's dream after all.

At noon the next day, Shen Langlang, who heard the sound of walking outside the room, woke up in a daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the "pillow" in his arms did not feel right.

Strong, warm, smooth and bouncy...

Following his instinct, he touched it carefully, and before the young man's mushy head turned around, an obviously cold voice sounded above his head:

"Have you touched enough?"

Shen Langlang who was petrified in situ: ...

Help, it looks like he's stuck his hand in someone's clothes!

The front collar was rubbed into a mess, Xuan Yi's face was heavy, but what was annoyed in his heart was another thing: the other party wanted to share the same room with Yu Hanzhou in such a nonsensical sleeping position?

If I hadn't stopped them in time yesterday, these two people might have already cooked rice?

"Uncle Master," the fingertips resting on the man's pectoral muscles trembled twice, the young man withdrew his hands in a panic, the roots of his ears were red, and he gave in quite happily, "I know I was wrong."

Seeing that the other party got up peacefully and sat down next to him, Xuan Yi raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Shen Pei muttered: "... I shouldn't have touched you."

Next time you want to eat tofu, you must choose when the other person is asleep.

"..." He didn't hear what he wanted to hear from the young man's mouth, the man opened his thin lips lightly, "What else?"

and also?

Mistakenly thinking that he said some tiger-wolf words in his dream, Shen Pei cautiously probed: "Uh, keep quiet while sleeping?"

Xuan Yi: "...continue."

This is not, and that is not the case. After confirming that he still does not have the ability to counterattack the opponent, the relaxed young man yawned and fell back on the bed with the quilt in his arms: "My disciple is stupid, please give me a hint?"

"Yu Hanzhou," seeing that the nephew who had woken up began to act silly again, Xuan Yi knew that he had missed the opportunity, so he could only frown and speak more clearly, "Sleeping like this, you must not spend the same time with that Yu Hanzhou in the future." room."

Shen Pei finally came to his senses: Yoyo, it smells so sour, it turns out that someone is jealous.

Going around in such a big circle, his cheap uncle is really awkward and cute.

"Understood." Xuxu closed his eyes, the young man in white rubbed against the quilt, and answered vaguely, it seemed that he still wanted to catch up on returning to the cage.

Living in the same small courtyard, Xuan Yi of course knew that Shen Pei usually had the habit of lying in bed. Although he felt that the young man's answer was too casual, he really couldn't find any reason to let the other party look directly at him and swear seriously again.

Because of this incident, Xuan Yi's complexion was not very good-looking for the next few hours, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was because he was dissatisfied with being in the same room with Shen Pei.

Worried that if this situation continued, his seldom-recognized swordsman would offend the senior who was said to be the senior brother of the suzerain, Yu Hanzhou, who had always thought of doing it, simply took an opportunity and dragged Shen Pei into a corner to hide.

"Either you should stay in my room." The worry in his eyes was real, Yu Hanzhou lowered his voice, "If you really annoy that senior, you will have to be nagged by the suzerain again."

As soon as the words fell, someone who was drinking tea downstairs almost crushed the porcelain cup in his hand.

Wanting to change back to the prototype and stuffing his head into the wings, little phoenix looks at his nose and heart from his bright eyes, and always feels that he understands something:

Senior, he should also like senior brother, right?

Otherwise, how could the face of the other party become more ugly because the elder brother was taken away by Elder Yu?

Qi Jiuchao, who habitually sits next to the protagonist to increase his favorability, is of course able to see that the so-called uncle is special to Shen Pei.

However, unlike Li Zhu, who simply eats melons and watches dramas, in his heart, he doesn't actually want the two of them to get together.

According to the development of the original book, the villain should be the Mahayana cultivator who later killed the suzerain of the Misty Dao Sect and claimed to be the Demon Lord. After the sudden change in the plot, Shen Pei was already powerful. , No matter how you calculate it, it can't fall on Li Zhu's head.

Or Shen Pei could find a way to make him die at the hands of the villain...

In this way, new and old hatreds superimpose each other, and the protagonist has the motivation to grow and the possibility of reversing the plot.

Secretly calculating the chances of completing the task in the future, Qi Jiuchao suddenly appeared a line of words: [If you can't advance the protagonist's career line in the end, you can consider shaping the mutated cannon fodder into a villain. 】

As long as it is done properly, all the reputation and achievements the opponent has won before will become a stepping stone to set off the protagonist.

He never expected that the strategy system that had been silent for a long time in the Sea of ​​Consciousness would suddenly come up with such a trick of drawing fire from the bottom of the pot and putting it to death. Qi Jiuchao was surprised at first, and then felt that the other party's suggestion was very reasonable.

After all, in today's world where the plot is beyond recognition, it is even more difficult for the protagonist to compete with Shen Pei for no reason than to make the other party ascend in place.

"Second Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, what are you thinking so seriously?" Someone bumped his arm lightly, Qi Jiuchao came back to his senses, and happened to meet Shangli Zhu who was curiously looking into his eyes, "Senior has already gone upstairs, let's go to the city quietly Shall we go around?"

Accompanied by the other party's side for ten years only in exchange for the slightly special title of "Second Senior Brother", Qi Jiuchao tried his best to shake off the pig's head that popped up in his mind, forced a smile and rushed away from Zhu and nodded.

It's all due to Shen Pei, and this cannon fodder. If it weren't for him, the protagonist should have called himself Brother Jiuchao intimately at this moment.

The tip of his nose itched, and he didn't need to guess that someone or Qi Jiuchao was talking about him again. Shen Pei's tone was sincere, and he said a lot of good things about his uncle, and finally dispelled Yu Hanzhou's idea of ​​letting him change rooms.

Honest but not stupid, Yu Hanzhou thoughtfully: "You treat him very differently."

Although it was said that he started to pay attention to each other after the young man showed his talent in kendo, in Yu Hanzhou's impression, Shen Pei was not a character who would justify others casually.

"Where is it?" Gazing sideways at the other party, the young man in white muttered in a low voice, "I'm just afraid that if he gets angry, everyone will suffer."

"Maybe," Yu Hanzhou shook his head and said, "The road is merciless, and the road to ascension is even more distant. Don't worry about what you are thinking. Don't waste your sword skills because of it."

Appearing to be similar in age, Shen Pei can only remember the identity of the other party's elders at this time, and push the boat along the way, he folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "What about you, didn't you mention the matter of joining together when we met?"

Yu Hanzhou was serious: "It is said that a soul-spirit match can exchange one's understanding of the Dao."

"I knew it." Hearing this expected answer, Shen Pei couldn't laugh or cry, but his heart was really relieved.

In his previous life, bad things happened one after another. He retreated all year round, and he rarely met Yu Hanzhou, and he never mentioned the matter of marriage.

Later, he was framed by Qi Jiuchao, and when he was hunted down by various sects, the other party did not make trouble. It is said that he was severely punished for violating the order of the new suzerain.

Now that the two of them opened the skylight to speak frankly, Shen Pei finally confirmed that in his previous life in the sect, apart from his master, he still had a few friends.

The little vinegar is happy, but the big vinegar hurts the body. Thinking of someone's awkwardness before, he put away his smile and said seriously: "Since that's the case, let's not say those words in the future."

Raising his hand to touch the long sword on his back, Yu Hanzhou took advantage of the fire and said, "One hundred moves."

"You, you, you are extorting." Above the God Transformation, the competition of energy and sword intent is often only for a moment. Hearing this, the young man in white who loves to be lazy immediately jumped a little.

But before Yu Hanzhou could reply and bargain, he answered the conversation on his own, waved his hand, as if he had completely admitted his failure, and only wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible: "OK, OK, a hundred tricks will be a hundred tricks, we But it's okay."

Swallowing the "fifty" that almost blurted out in his throat in time, Yu Hanzhou looked at the back of the young man's brisk footsteps, until the other party happily knocked on the door and returned to his room, then he sighed faintly: "It really is for him..."

The elder brother loved by everyone in the sect, and the first disciple of Misty who declined countless requests for membership, this time, I am afraid that he has really fallen.

"Squeak-"

The door opened and closed, and since he heard the young man's discussion about changing rooms, he withdrew his consciousness. Xuan Yi hid his figure, watched coldly as the other party relaxed his shoulders after confirming that there was no one around, humming a little tune, and happily approached the bed.

I thought that without being blocked by my annoying uncle, the next action of the other party was to pack up and leave. Unexpectedly, the young man in white turned around suddenly, tapped his fingertips, and filled a pool of warm water into it. tub.

"Clap."

The screen unfolded lightly, Luo Shan fell to the ground.

The air in the bedroom suddenly became anxious.