I am the only one in the world who is not afraid of villains [Transmigration Book]

How happy is it to wear a fan?

He rubbed his shoulders, feeling angry, grinding his teeth, wanting to sleep for a while, but suddenly remembered that he was still Xiao Chuan.

The day before everyone made an appointment to fight against Qinglei Mountain, he made Mu Linjiang leave in a huff. Two days ago, he also made Mu Linjiang leave angrily. Three days ago, he and Mu Linjiang played against each other on a daily basis.

He calmed down and reflected for a while, and had to admit that in the midst of asking for nothing, not only could he not shake Mu Linjiang's request, but also mixed with some unclear feelings.

Mu Linjiang finally confirmed the arrangement of Qinglei Mountain. Everyone in Huangdu Yedu was actively preparing for the battle, only Xiao Chuan was still doing nothing.

Mu Linjiang couldn't understand him, but when Xiao Chuan passed by his window for the fourth time in the middle of the night, he had to raise his head tiredly, and put his umbrella across the window to block Xiao Chuan's way.

"If you can't control your legs, I don't mind taking care of them for you." Mu Linjiang leaned against the window and said coldly.

Xiao Chuan raised his hand to cover the tip of the umbrella, his bright eyes were full of smiles: "What do you want to do with my legs, what Mr. Mu said is harassing me, isn't it good."

Mu Linjiang gritted his teeth: "Speak up if you have something to say, and don't look at the time."

"I can't sleep. Tomorrow is the last preparation time. After all, I donated the Changxi sword. I don't have any weapons in the future. If I am in danger, can I ask you for help?" Xiao Chuan pressed the window sill and asked.

"Are you sure you have a chance to ask for help when you are in danger?" Mu Linjiang snorted, "Huangdu night is naturally willing to protect you."

"Mr. Mu, is this the truth? The first thing after sealing the Nightmare Demon Lord is to strive for merit. You have already seen through it." Xiao Chuan pushed back Mu Linjiang's umbrella, "Have supper with me?"

Mu Linjiang was impatient and wanted to refuse, but Xiao Chuan quickly answered: "There are steamed buns, lean meat porridge, and various soups you like."

"...What is your purpose?" Mu Linjiang leaned on the window sill to get out, Xiao Chuan hurriedly backed away, and then led Mu Linjiang the way.

"It's this time, do you still think I have ulterior motives?" Xiao Chuan tilted his head innocently, "If you take out one-tenth of your prejudice against me against Huangdu Yedu, you won't be scolded so much behind your back .”

"It's such a cliché again." Mu Linjiang pursed his lips coldly.

Xiao Chuan shrugged, and Mu Linjiang sat down in the kitchen, waiting for Xiao Chuan to serve him food. Xiao Chuan warmed up the steamed buns in a strange way, and Mu Linjiang knew that he didn't often When I come to the kitchen, I basically don’t work hard and don’t know the grains.

"What do you have to say, say it now." Mu Linjiang secretly despised Xiao Chuan, feeling better, and generously let him speak.

On the contrary, Xiao Chuan was stunned, and said honestly: "I don't have anything to say, I just want to have a meal with you."

Mu Linjiang swept across the steamer suspiciously and apprehensively, Xiao Chuan said with a helpless smile, "I didn't poison you."

"Inexplicable." Mu Linjiang muttered.

"It's you, do you have any questions you want to ask me?" Xiao Chuan stared at the fog slowly rising from the steamer.

"No." Mu Linjiang said firmly.

"I'm really not curious at all? For example, the origin of Chang Xijian." Xiao Chuan gave Mu Linjiang an example.

"It doesn't matter." Mu Linjiang didn't care at all.

Xiao Chuan couldn't help being speechless for a moment, the only sound in the kitchen was the sound of hot air rolling over the steamer, he turned off the fire, and reached out to remove the steamer from the stove, Mu Linjiang subconsciously wanted to remind, stood up, the words stuck on his lips, Xiao Chuan has been flung away by the steamer.

"...be careful it's hot." Mu Linjiang smiled and smiled.

"It's really an afterthought." Xiao Chuan clicked his tongue, waved his sleeves and lifted the steamer directly onto the table. The temperature would not scald the cultivator. He licked his index finger with the tip of his tongue, "Why didn't you remind me just now?"

"Isn't it interesting now?" Mu Linjiang said lightly.

"That's right, there are very few people who are willing to sit at the same table with you, so I will sacrifice a bit to give you a rich and interesting experience." Xiao Chuan mocked resentfully.

Mu Linjiang's face darkened: "With your personality, who would want to have dinner with you sincerely?"

Xiao Chuan paused with his hand carefully pushing aside the lid of the steamer, Mu Linjiang sneered, turned and left.

Ye Yunzhou remembered that he didn't eat any supper at the end, he turned over on the bed as soft as water, sat up slowly, took out clean clothes from the Qiankun bag and put them on himself.

The fragrance of tea came from the hall, and Mu Linjiang's back was vaguely seen through the gauze curtain. He cleared his throat and shouted to Mu Linjiang, "Pour water!"

Mu Linjiang came over with the kettle and poured a cup, handed it to Ye Yunzhou, and asked with a smile, "Can you still go?"

"Why can't you leave?" Ye Yunzhou glanced at him provocatively.

"I mean you don't get dizzy after a hangover?" Mu Linjiang took the cup he finished drinking and explained very peacefully.

"I'm not drunk." Ye Yunzhou got out of bed and glared at Mu Linjiang, "The sea water is immeasurable, so don't speculate on me with your little drinking capacity."

Mu Linjiang was noncommittal, and Ye Yunzhou went to wash and comb his hair. After tidying up, Mu Linjiang was still slumped on the rocking chair and tasted the tea he didn't have time to drink last night. Open, lest you spill hot tea all over your body.

"When did you wake up?" Ye Yunzhou asked aggressively.

"It's half an hour earlier than you." Mu Linjiang said innocently, "Why did I make Mr. Ye angry?"

"You just make tea here when you wake up?" Ye Yunzhou hated iron for being weak.

"I'm afraid to disturb your sleep." Mu Linjiang said sincerely.

Ye Yunzhou shook his head and said, "You are completely hopeless."

"How to say?" Mu Linjiang was puzzled.

"My physical strength is very good, don't do it again before I leave?" Ye Yunzhou leaned over the edge of the rocking chair.

Mu Linjiang saw the red mark on the edge of Ye Yunzhou's collar, covered it with his hand, and said lazily: "I'm leaving soon, I don't have enough time, besides, I'm too lazy to do activities today, young people, restrain yourself, and don't overindulge in sex."

"Let's go now!" Ye Yunzhou pushed him down directly, "What are we betting on, you are honestly the best."

"Didn't I satisfy you last night?" Mu Linjiang waved away the recliner, "Who insisted on saying no to it later?"

Ye Yunzhou's face darkened: "A drunk person can't say anything accurately."

"Now you're drunk again." Mu Linjiang sighed deeply, "Young Master Ye is really capricious and difficult to serve."

Ye Yunzhou angrily opened the door and took Mu Linjiang away. The hanging boat stayed on the sea overnight, and it was already high in the sun. Never thought about it."

"Perhaps Prison Evil Venerable wants to ask you to do something." Ye Yunzhou guessed.

Mu Linjiang's eyelashes trembled: "You should still be called the Lord of the Nether Pavilion."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with this title. You are obviously too sensitive." Ye Yunzhou disagreed.

"Aren't you the one who is sensitive?" Mu Linjiang replied casually.

Ye Yunzhou was silent for a while: "Don't you think it's boring to talk about enjoying yourself and retreating from the battle?"

"Okay, since you're so obsessed with it, I'll accompany you to prostitute yourself for a while." Mu Linjiang pretended to go back to the cabin.

"It's too late, the bet has already expired." Ye Yunzhou hugged his arms and hummed, "There is no regret medicine in the world."

Mu Linjiang leaned against the door, and directly suggested: "Then let's gamble again. Do you guess that the banquet in the Nether Pavilion has more Southern Xinjiang cuisine or more cultivation style? I bet on the opposite answer."

"Your bet is too casual." Ye Yunzhou hissed. He thought it was a fraud. Of course the people in Nanjiang eat Nanjiang cuisine, and the master of Youming Pavilion doesn't seem to think about the guests, but Mu Linjiang must give him the choice. It shows that there are tricks in it, so you should put aside common sense and choose the real realm, but further, Mu Linjiang should have guessed that he would choose this way, so you should bet on southern Xinjiang...

"Is it so difficult?" Seeing that he seemed to be thinking about some terrifying conspiracy, Mu Linjiang couldn't help being a little speechless.

"Let's use southern Xinjiang cuisine." Ye Yunzhou made up his mind, "Youming Pavilion is the leader of all sects in southern Xinjiang. He has his own arrogance. How can he change the style of other places to please others."

Mu Linjiang smiled and said nothing, Ye Yunzhou felt that he had at least a [-]% chance of winning this time. When Xuanzhou approached the pier of Youming Pavilion at night, the two figures on the empty shore were particularly obvious.

"By the way, who is the Youming Pavilion sending to welcome?" Ye Yunzhou asked Mu Linjiang.

"Young Master of the Nether Pavilion." Mu Linjiang introduced, "The adopted son of Prison Master."

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