Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

The sound of Gang Yu piercing through flesh and blood was too real, and it kept echoing in his ears. Zhang Liangshao's pupils shrank, and he clenched his palms tightly.

[Aren't you going to save him? ]7474741 asked again.

[You want me to save him so much? ] Zhang Liangshao asked back, [Aren't you afraid that I'm OOC now? ]

[As long as you hide the sword spirit character set, this dungeon does not require a second set. ] 7474741 replied, as if to explain something, he added, [This is a kind reminder, after all, he is dead, and your task is naturally completed. ]

[…] The young man bit his lip, his expression was a little shaken, but he still said, [Anyway, I won the middle school, so wait a little longer. ]

Of course he didn't want Baili Yunlin to really die.

However, he has some selfish intentions, maybe it was the dream that day that made him doubtful...

He wanted to see how much Baili Yunlin was willing to do for him.

……

pat.

Thick black blood dripped from the drenched hem of the clothes, and gradually spread a pool of blood under Suzaku King's body, winding towards the Flame Sword.

Baili Yunlin lowered his head, looked at the steel-crossbow stuck between his waist and ribs, making him unable to move, his lips were stretched, and he held the crossbow-arrow protruding from the end with his right hand, raised his neck and pushed the arrow hard. Pulled out.

Hot blood then gushed out, soaking through the skirt of his clothes.

The next moment, he threw the arrow and pressed his wound with his palm.

There was only a soft "chi" sound, the man's brows furrowed into an unbearable arc, a hoarse moan came out from his chapped lips, and a burning smell spread.

He actually learned to use his own magic energy to burn the wound to stop the bleeding.

……

"He's bleeding!"

As the saying goes, ants bite dead elephants more often. Although Baili Yunlin has formed alchemy, his realm is unstable, and he has no formal practice of Taoism, so he can only use the magic sword to defend against the enemy based on feeling. He has been killing enemies mechanically, but after a long time, anyone can see that...

There is only one straw left to break the camel's back.

Some kind of lucky hope was ignited in the hearts of the White Tiger soldiers.

As long as the person is bleeding, mortal, then not invincible.

Perhaps, the person who cut off his head would be himself.

Apparently, the general also thought so. Since Baili Yunlin couldn't defend against the second bow-crossbow, he couldn't defend against the third and fourth times. exhausted...

"Re-ready!"

……

This will not work.

No one believed that the injured Suzaku King could survive another wave of steel-crossbow attacks, and so did Zhang Liangshao. He clicked his tongue and stood up straight from the tree, intending to make an exception and show up to save people.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a mysterious aura coming from the underground valley...

This is……

His heart skipped a beat.

how come……

Although the mechanism crossbow was powerful, its reloading speed was not as fast as ordinary bows and arrows. In this gap, Suzaku King grabbed the sword in his hand and stood up again.

The arrowhead was still stuck in his knee, and his standing posture was a little awkward. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down the bridge of his straight nose along with the frowning between his brows, and fell into the sand.

He raised his eyes, raised his lips and let out a sneer, his bright purple eyes revealing the arrogance of looking down on the world.

It seems to be disdainful, mocking the struggle of these ants.

Could it be... Isn't he afraid of death?

"Quickly fill me with arrows!"

The chief general urged his soldiers loudly, turned his head, and saw Baili Yunlin dragging his sword, walking along with them.

His footsteps became faster and faster, from slow to sprinting, from sprinting to fast running, his steps became bigger and bigger, from light to heavy, and he was getting closer to them.

The sword was like a match being rubbed on the ground. Sparks shot out from the bottom, gradually dyeing the black flames into fiery red, and the red lines on the sword glowed like burning.

The air seemed to be distorted and scorched.

The master general looked at the man in front of him in fear, and shouted out his life-saving talisman.

"put!"

Thousands of steel arrows pass through the clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

At the same time, a gravel-covered boot stamped a crack on the huge stone, and then jumped up towards the sky.

……

Zhang Liangshao raised his head and looked at the man in the sky holding a black long sword with both hands.

That rebellious figure was reflected in his half-closed red eyes like a golden sun.

Holding the legendary Xeon Demon Sword in his hand, he remained unmoved in the face of the black arrows that surged like a thousand-foot wave.The expression on that resolute and profound face was stern, as if the gods descending from the heavens were making the final judgment on the courtiers who disobeyed him——

Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish!

The huge sword turned into thousands of phantoms, swung down with his movements, and the sharp red light stretched out for dozens of feet.

Majestic, powerful, indestructible...

The person who made all his blood boil.

Zhang Liangshao supported the tree trunk, looked at the lingering red light, his heart was beating wildly, and he was speechless.

How could he use the Lingyun Sword Formation of the Divine Sword Sect Ling Xiaofeng?

That formation is Ling Xiaofeng's Tianji formation, which is extremely powerful, and only those who are destined to be the master of Ling Xiaofeng are eligible to practice it.

At this time, this sword formation should not have been invented yet.

Moreover, among the people he knew at Ling Xiao Peak, the only one who could make this set of sword formations superb, except for the first peak master, was...

No.16 The first apprentice of Lingxiao Peak, Song Yunyin.

……

A sword.

Only one sword.

The entire Baihu Gorge cracked a bottomless gully from the middle of the ground, rolling down at any time, and the sound of the rapid flow of groundwater could be faintly heard.

And those soldiers, those crossbows and arrows, seemed to have never existed in this world, and disappeared without a trace.

There was only one person left, standing at the very beginning of the crack, holding a sword in both hands, and hanging his head.

Sticky black blood gushed out of his throat, flowing quietly towards the ground along the arc of his lower lip.

That man, like a statue, was motionless, his breathing was barely audible, as if he was dead.

There was no sound in the valley.

Until a pair of brocade boots embroidered with auspicious clouds stepped on the gravel and approached step by step.

The man slowly raised his neck, his darkened eyes were hazy, and he could only look at the blurred scene in front of him.

A piece of fiery red, fluttering with the wind, soft, beautiful and heroic scenery.

"Your Majesty." A familiar voice sounded in front of him, but it was as distant as an ethereal singing voice.

"A Shao..."

Baili Yunlin only thought that he was about to die, so he was able to see the person he missed here, thousands of miles away from Suzaku King.

There was a sense of unwillingness in my heart, but more of it was wishing to borrow another 500 years of powerlessness from the sky.

Perhaps his beautiful woman is still in the vermilion palace, guarding the window and leaning on the railing to see when she will return.

As everyone knows, his king is already in a desolate valley...

Just wait for the wind to bury the bones.

……

I am sorry.

It's lonely... I broke my promise...

As soon as he relaxed his whole body, the stalwart man slumped to the side.

Zhang Liangshao's expression tightened, and he turned into clouds of black smoke and appeared next to Baili Yunlin in an instant, supported him, and carefully hugged him around the wound.

He lowered his head, looked at the man's handsome face seriously, stretched out his hand to smooth the messy hair behind his ears, and brushed his sword eyebrows that were bloodstained by the rubble.

That person's expression, figure, and the impression in his heart are unprecedentedly clear.

All of this, everything that moved his heart.

Is it all data that has already been written into the program?

"Baili Yunlin..."

A sigh floated in the secluded valley.

who are you?

……

In the sparrow's palace, the red mantle flutters, and the long sword leans beside the couch.

A snow-white leg protruded from the veil, and the straight and slender calf swayed slightly, and gently touched the mahogany floor with its tiptoes.

An arrowhead dripping with blood fell to the ground with a bang.

That calf suddenly tightened, the knee to the tip of the thumb formed a straight line, and the smooth muscle lines were clearly textured.

There was a soft moan like a cat meowing from inside the palace tent.

A small cluster of black smoke lightly fell to the ground, wrapped around the ankle intimately, and climbed up again along the meridians.

Zhang Liangshao opened those blood-red bewitching eyes, brushed away the long sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, he looked at the handsome man lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed, with affectionate brows and eyes, and an evil smile.

"Looking at how hard you work on weekdays, this time I will treat you as a reward."

After finishing speaking, he bent down and passed the devilish energy in his mouth.

……

Chunmian doesn't know dawn, and I hear birds everywhere.

The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.

……

When Baili Yunlin opened his eyes, he had a feeling that he didn't know what Xixi was.

He looked at the vermilion palace tent above his head, and didn't dare to move for a while.

Orphan... is still alive.

Those unbearable pains and wounds all over the body disappeared.

Instead, there is unprecedented comfort and comfort in the whole body, ears and eyes are clear, and the Lingtai is completely clarified.

There was an itching in the chest, and the warm soles of the feet wrapped around the calves moved slightly.

The beauty nestled in his arms as usual rubbed against his body and let out a weak moan.

"Your Majesty, you are awake..."

Baili Yunlin habitually stretched out his arm and patted someone's head, pulling up the brocade quilt that fell on that person's shoulder.

The beauty didn't open her eyes, she breathed lightly, and sounded like she was falling asleep again.

Only now did Baili Yunlin have time to think about it.

what happened……

Is it a dream?

Or is this the world after death?

A cry suddenly came from outside the gauze tent, the voice was clear and loud, as immature as a baby.

"It's so annoying...crying again..." The beauty lying in his arms frowned her beautiful eyebrows, lazily helped his chest to get up, opened the curtain, and shouted to the palace people outside .

"Hold him here...I'll coax him..."

"Yes, ma'am."

make him?

Baili Yunlin blinked.

Who?

A scarlet swaddle was handed in from outside the tent.

Baili boasted that he had experienced a lot and was not surprised by changes. Suzaku King Rin looked at his queen sitting on the bed with a blank face, took the swaddle with a tired face, and yawned lazily while covering his face. While gently shaking the swaddle, he muttered, "What's the matter, cutie, are you hungry..."

"Where did this baby come from?"

Although I haven't figured out what's going on, it doesn't prevent a green anger from sweeping Suzaku King's heart.

Could it be that he has been asleep for a long time, and the royal power has fallen into the hands of the queen.

And has his queen already brought other women into the "harem" unbearably lonely?

The former is fine, the latter...

King Suzaku frowned.

"What's your majesty thinking?" But she saw that beauty raised her head while teasing the baby in her swaddle, laughing so much that everyone was confused.

"Of course this is the child of the king and his concubines. Would you like to see the king, he looks like the king."

The morning sun refracted in from the thin cracks in the bed curtain, depicting the outline of Queen Dan's whole body brightly and softly.

... The solitary must be in a dream.

The king who was lying on the bed, not daring to move, thought silently.

The author has something to say: hahahaha, happy to be a father, king.

//Of course it's not as simple as simply being happy to be a father, you can predict what will happen next and listen to the next chapter to break it down hehehe.