Slag Gong crying and begging for my forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]

Nan Xing sat on the collapsed bed, and the red line of Yuejian displayed on the A7 was extremely clear. It had already dyed one end of his gray line bright red. Although the progress was less than 1%, such progress was simply Chu Jiangli’s rate of return. Ten times as much, although Chu Jiangli is the child of destiny, he is still weaker than Yue Jian's halo.

He manipulated his own thread, and carefully extracted a bit of energy and sent it to A7. In the past few days, A7 has consumed a lot of energy, not only to invade Yuejian's dream, but also to suggest Wanxiang. The little energy left was almost exhausted.Most of Nanxing's lines are gray, and it is extremely risky to extract energy now, but he can't completely shut down the A7, because it will be used soon.

What he drew was the energy of his own thread, and he didn't dare to confront Destiny's Child head-on, nor did he dare to take too many risks. He saw that the short section of his thread that was originally dyed red soon turned gray again.

However, Yue Jian's line has now actively approached him, so he is not afraid.

He was in a good mood, and he drew some dim sum patterns in front of the desk. With the help of candlelight, he described in detail. The setting of his world is not an elegant person who understands poetry and poetry. He doesn't know how to paint, but almost all the dim sum styles for Yuejian are drawn by him himself, which requires very detailed drawing.

Not only painting, but he also learned how to make dim sum. Although there are servants to help him, his level is also very good.

Nan Xing looked at his new dim sum drawing under the candlelight, and said with a smile, "How about it, isn't it good?"

Fo'er: "Master draws well."

"Of course, Yuejian couldn't live without the dim sum I made."

Fo'er's eyelids twitched, and he said: "Master, it's late at night, you should rest."

Nan Xing snorted: "Go away, don't disturb my painting!"

Fo'er stuck by Nan Xing's side for a long time, and he didn't go out until General Chu arrived.

Chu Jiangli came to warm the bed on time. When he came, he saw Nan Xing sitting at the desk writing and drawing. Recently, Nan Xing did not know why he went crazy, but he acted elegantly like a good scholar. He had seen the word Nan Xing before, dog They are all better than him, and even if you practice, you are still a rough person.

When Nan Xing heard Chu Jiangli's arrival, he waved: "There are snacks on the table, if you are hungry, eat a piece or two."

General Chu said respectfully, "This subordinate is not hungry."

He has served Nan Xing's dim sum and tea once, and he will not be so stupid as to do it a second time. The dim sum is delicately and beautifully placed on the table, exuding an attractive sweet smell, and it is placed there in different ways every day to seduce him. , of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to eat it.

Nan Xing didn't say anything, but waved lazily for him to warm the bed.

After waiting for quite a while, Nan Xing came over. Nan Xing stretched out his hand: "My hands are sore, rub them for me."

Chu Jiangli carefully rubbed his hands for him. When he touched the skin between Nan Xing's fingers, he actually felt a tiny callus. He suddenly remembered the snacks on the table every day, and suddenly had an unexpected Practical thoughts: Did Nan Xing make the dim sum by himself?

Oh, how is it possible, how could Nan Xing do such a thing, unless the sky is falling.

But Nan Xing doesn't practice swords and swords, but only practice internal skills, he was raised extremely delicately, who would dare to make his hands calloused?Could it be that I have worked too hard in writing and drawing recently, making my hands calloused?Is there something wrong with Nan Xing's brain, what do he rely on to be elegant, and he doesn't want him to go home with the champion next year.

But during this period of time, Nan Xing became indifferent to him, neither teased him nor bullied him, as if he had completely lost interest in him, only regarded him as a bed warmer, did he become interested in other things?

Chu Jiangli thought of Yue Jian, and it is said that today he sent a lot of things with great fanfare, and he has no right to enter and leave the harem recently, so it is difficult to see Yue Jian, and I don't know what happened to Yue Jian.

Sending things so frequently, all of them are treasures, what did Yue Jian do to get Nan Xing's attention so much?Could it be that during the period when he couldn't see Yuejian, Yuejian used some means to fascinate Nanxing?No, how could Nan Xing be fascinated?How could such a capricious person?

He warmed Nan Xing's bed every night, never received any rewards, and was beaten and scolded at every turn, why?Why can you get so many things just by seeing each other?

Could it be Nan Xing's new way of playing?Or Yue Jian just fell into Nan Xing's eyes.

Chu Jiangli was shocked by his own thoughts, in fact, it is very possible.

A person like Nan Xing, a fierce devil who grew up in a dark environment, might be attracted to such a gentleman who looks like the moon and blue.Even he was once attracted to him, wasn't he?

Rubbing Nan Xing and fell asleep, Chu Jiangli lay back softly, gently sniffed the smell of Nan Xing, carefully pulled his own internal force, tested the Gu insects, he opened his eyes in the dark Looking at Nan Xing, he made up his mind.

Soon, it was fourteenth, Nan Xing didn't go to the harem recently, but made snacks in different ways every day, and even Fo'er could only live on snacks.

Fo Er said: "Master, it's almost time."

Nan Xing's internal energy was almost completely drained. He turned over and read a book in the dim candlelight.

Fo'er stood aside and looked at the back of his head, and suddenly went over to adjust his mask, and said softly, "It's not good for the eyes."

Nan Xing ignored him, but put the books into his sleeves and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

When it was almost midnight, Fo'er carried Nan Xing into the cave of Hanyu, lit a candle as usual and went out.

After a while, Nan Xing heard the movement.

This time Chu Jiangli came up automatically without waiting for Nanxing to jump down. He even wrapped a soft goose feather quilt with cowhide and spread it on the booth. Seeing Nanxing coming, he took the candle and placed it on the wall.

Nan Xing sat on the quilt and shivered, calling Chu Jiangli to come over to warm up, and when he felt comfortable, he leaned against him and took out a book from his arms to read.

Chu Jiangli stared at the book in a daze, and suddenly showed a smiling face, and said, "What's so good about the sage book?"

Nan Xing gave him a look of "what do you know, you idiot", and continued to look.

Chu Jiangli snatched his book away.

Nan Xing said angrily, "Are you courting death?"

Chu Jiangli laughed: "Master, let's talk about something else."

Nan Xing slapped him backhand: "You turned against you?"

Chu Jiangli touched his face and laughed: "Master, beating someone today is like scratching an itch, it doesn't hurt at all."

Nan Xing was irritated successfully: "Are you looking for abuse, you really want to be hurt, don't you! I will fulfill..."

Nan Xing was stunned suddenly, he stretched out his hand to look at his wrist, he flicked his wrist pulse three times, and a dying Gu worm emerged from his fingertips.

Nan Xing's body froze for a moment, then he quickly got up and ran towards the door.

But he didn't take two steps, and he didn't even shout out, before Chu Jiangli covered his mouth and dragged him back.

Chu Jiangli held him down and laughed fiercely: "I killed that Gu, what else do you have? Take it out!"

Nan Xing, who has no internal strength, is too weak, even struggling is as light as if he unconsciously moved his hands and feet in his sleep.

Chu Jiangli grinned and said, "Since it's gone, let's talk about something else."

Nan Xing's head moved twice, as if to resist, Chu Jiangli said to himself: "I have already prepared the route out of the palace, please don't make a sound later, I will take you out of Jueming Palace."

He stared into Nan Xing's eyes, a little playfully and arrogantly: "Now it's your turn, master, I don't intend to kill you, but I don't intend to restore your skills either, I want you to choose."

He let go of Nan Xing's hand and waited for him to answer, but Nan Xing just looked at him coldly and didn't say anything. He could only talk to himself: "Either I will break your limbs and tendons." , or your martial arts will be abolished, master, which one do you choose?"

"Chu Jiangli! How dare you!"

"Hahahaha! Why don't I dare? If I don't dare, I can only die in your hands! If you don't choose, I will choose for you. I will break your veins and make you a useless person for the rest of your life. Satan wants people to serve him! He can’t do anything!”

Chu Jiangli patted his face, wanting to pat him like Nan Xing threatened him in the past, but when he patted him with his hand, he could only touch a cold mask.

He touched the mask, and put his hand into the back of Nan Xing's head, Nan Xing shouted: "You dare! General Chu, stop!"

Chu Jiangli chuckled lightly: "You can't see people in a secret way, it's not some kind of monster, it's actually locked up."

He turned a blind eye to Nan Xing's struggle, but the lock was indeed a problem, and it took him a lot of effort to unlock it while bearing Nan Xing's scratching and beating.

With a "click", the lock finally opened, and the hosta on Nan Xing's head fell along with the mask.