Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xi checked and found that not only did he have marks on his hands, but also there were dots of red marks on his neck.

Qiao Zizhen tapped the edge of the bed with his hand and looked at him quietly.

There is only blatant possessiveness in his eyes, not so much the intimacy between lovers, Song Xi feels that the other party is more like imprinting a mark on an interesting toy, with emotions that he is not aware of.

The sense of satisfaction of waking up from sleep dissipated in an instant. Song Xi wanted to get out of bed, but found that one of the shoes was missing, probably kicked to the bottom of the bed by a man accidentally.

Song Xi hesitated between going barefoot and lying down, but finally chose the former.

Qiao Zi really frowned, fished him over and pressed him back on the bed, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Song Xi is speechless, brother, don't you feel a pang of conscience when you say this?

Looking down again, oh well, the other shoe is gone.

Qiao Zizhen followed his line of sight, was also stunned for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant, coughed lightly, changed into a new pair of shoes and said without changing his expression: "Your pair of shoes are not good-looking, I changed them for you."

Song Xi: "Oh." As long as you are happy.

Qiao Zizhen watched him put on his shoes slowly, and asked casually, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Song Xi said that he didn't want to eat. He slept for too long and had passed the hunger.

Putting on his shoes, he walked out of the room on his own, with a dumbfounded face, but his eyes scanned the castle carefully, trying to find any clues. Qiao Zi really didn't mind being ignored, and followed him closely .

Song Xi wants to find the devil's handbook, which contains information about the devil besides the props to kill the devil.

The gorgeous castle is brightly lit, and it is difficult for everyone to fall asleep, and they are searching tirelessly over and over again with their eyelids open.

Gu Banxue saw him from a distance, and waved to him: "Liu Yang!"

Song Xi turned his head to look at her: "Huh?"

Gu Banxue came over and stuffed a small piece of bread in his hand: "This is for you to eat, I think you didn't leave your room at night."

Song Xi took it, and shouted without blushing: "Thank you, sister!"

"It's okay, I'll go get busy first." Gu Banxue waved his hand and joined the search team again.

The bread should have been found in the old castle, Song Xi took a bite, it was a bit dry and hard, it had been stored for a while, but it was still edible.

"Aren't you hungry?" Qiao Zizhen looked at him sullenly.

Song Xi stuck out his tongue at him, snorted and continued to gnaw on the hard bread.

"Heh." The man sneered behind him, his air pressure was extremely low: "Liu Yang, don't you want your tongue?"

Song Xi didn't bother to talk to him because he was just crazy.

Just when he was about to change places, the man kept venting the air conditioner behind him, and reached out to grab the end of his hair: "Do you know what I hate the most? I hate disobedient little pets the most."

Song Xi took a breath, and resisted the urge to hit someone. For the first time, he really felt that someone could say something like this.

Qiao Zizhen is completely a combination of a pervert and an old domineering president, with a lot of slots in his lines.

Headache.

Song Xi rescued the hair from the man's hands, and before the man spoke again, he stuffed the half-gnawed bread into his mouth to stop the noise.

He took several mouthfuls of the bread, and there were tooth marks all over the corners. Qiao Zizhen subconsciously grabbed it, took a bite, and it was unpalatable.

Qiao Zizhen stretched out his hands to pinch the bread, his expression was indescribable, it probably meant: If you have a delicacy, you don't want to eat it, and you are a fool if you insist on eating such a hard-to-swallow thing.

Song Xi spread his hands: "If you don't eat, return it to me."

Qiao Zizhen looked around, no one was paying attention here, raised his hand and threw it from the window with precision, raised his eyebrows, "It's gone."

It is shameful to waste food, throwing objects at high altitudes to throw garbage, and Song Xi silently wrote down in a small notebook, the quality is extremely low.

"But..." Qiao Zi spread his hands, and there was a fluffy cake lying in his palm, "I have this."

Before the word "don't eat" was uttered, Song Xi's mouth was stuffed to the brim. Qiao Zizhen pushed it lightly with his fingers, watched all the cakes being fed in, and nodded in satisfaction.

Revenge is strong, make a note.

The man stopped, and Song Xi had time to continue the investigation. The castle is not an authentic European-style building, and it is more or less mixed with Chinese style, but the layout is very strange. There are two floors in total. The first floor is the living room and bedroom, and the second floor is except The study is still a study, only at the end of the corridor, there is a room with a closed door.

Gu Chen and his party were surrounding that room, which seemed particularly abrupt in this seemingly peaceful castle.

The door is double-push, and there is a big lock on the door, which lures people to open it. The little bastard advocates smashing the lock directly. Gu Chen hesitates, after all, no one knows what will be inside.

The little gangster rolled his eyes: "Maybe the clue is inside?"

The middle-aged man echoed: "Yeah, what if you can pass the level if you open it? Anyway, the boss can't kill everyone at the same time, so why not take a gamble!"

After discussing for a while, they finally chose to pick the lock. The little gangster got a hammer from nowhere and beat the lock vigorously.

The door was shaken, but the lock was still hanging tenaciously.

Song Xi was very attentive, and Qiao Zi couldn't help flicking his head with his fingers, "Want to go in and see?"

Song Xi nodded, he was also curious if there were any clues in it.

Qiao Zizhen put his hand on his head again, and rubbed it back and forth: "It's nothing to see, it's just an abandoned utility room, there are too many things, it's messy."

He wanted to look even more, blinking and staring at the man.

Qiao Zizhen's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, and he scratched Song Xi's hair unconsciously, "All right, I'll take you there tonight."

After getting an affirmative answer, Song Xi looked away satisfied, and turned to go to the study.

The sound of the lock being smashed from behind was getting louder and louder. The lock seemed to be enchanted. The sound lasted for a long time before it stopped. They gave up, watched the night getting darker, and dispersed to find other ways before going to bed.

Song Xi was still reading in the study room. He slept all afternoon and was very energetic.

There are three study rooms. At a glance, the bookshelves are full of densely packed bookshelves. What's even more amazing is that the bookshelves are clean, as if they are often cleaned by someone.

Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, poetry and pictures are dazzling.

It's hard to imagine that a person with Qiao Zizhen's personality likes to collect books, and even each study room is equipped with tables, chairs, paper and pens, which proves that their owners have not neglected this place.

There was nothing special in the room. Song Xi looked around, then casually took a book from the corner of the bookshelf, opened it, and then closed it abruptly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, "System, I think my eyes are a bit hot."

The system is puzzled: "Don't you just like this kind of thing?"

Song Xi: "...I don't have me, don't talk nonsense!"

Just about to quietly put it back on the spot, she placed a heavy weight on her shoulders, and stretched her hands along her shoulders and necks in front of her, with a light twitch, she took the book from Song Xi's hand and opened it.

Qiao Zizhen bowed his body, put his chin on the top of his head, and clicked his tongue: "So you like to watch this kind of thing?"

The book was held in front of Song Xi's eyes. On the screen, the three ancient-style little figures were vividly drawn, with a huge range of movement and exaggerated scale.

Song Xi covered his eyes, his chest was flat, and he was still three men.

The abnormal | state is really the same abnormal | state, even blatantly putting small color | books on the bookshelf.

Qiao Zi was really excited. He pointed to the picture and explained in a serious manner: "This move is called Shuanglong Xizhu. Just look at it. You can't play it. Nuo, this is called Guanyin Sitting. The move is a little ordinary, but... you can try it."

Song Xi quietly slid open a gap with his fingers, and before he could see clearly, the book closed with a snap, and the man smiled on top of his head: "You really want to read it? It's useless to read it, you have to do it yourself."

Seeing the book being put back on the shelf again, Song Xi groaned in his heart, pursed his mouth, it was so boring.

It was almost time, Qiao Zizhen dragged him away, "Let's go, I'll show you the utility room."

Song Xi walked out of the study, only to find that all the lights on the second floor were turned off, and it was so quiet that one couldn't help but slow down.

Walking outside the door of the utility room again, Qiao Zi really didn't intend to unlock it, and led Song Xi straight to the door and slammed it upwards. When he was about to hit him head-on, Song Xi's eyes flickered and he entered another space.

Qiao Zi is not lying. This is indeed a utility room. Looking around, all kinds of old furniture are thrown in, and it is covered with thick dust.

Song Xi looked around, and this utility room looked completely different from other places in the castle. From the decoration to the old furniture, they were all standard Chinese style. The place next to the window was a small desk, and on the right, is a bed.

The Superman poster on the wall has been poked and riddled with holes, and the original appearance cannot be seen clearly.

It used to be like a boy's bedroom.

Song Xi picked up an upside-down photo frame from the small desk, and held it up to his eyes. The photo was a bit old, but it still did not hide the handsome boy in the photo. He was wearing a blue and white school uniform, with the youthful sunshine of his school days. A man and a woman stood on the left and right of the child. Their faces were painted black and they could not be seen clearly.

A little familiar.

Holding up the photo frame, he subconsciously glanced at Qiao Zizhen next to him, with familiar features, but the youthfulness and sunshine were erased and replaced by maturity and gloom.

Qiao Zi didn't see anything on his face, so he took a look at it very naturally, and threw it back casually, "How did you find this?"

Song Xi picked it up again, and hugged it in his arms. It was pretty pretty before the metamorphosis.

He buried his head and didn't pay attention. The man next to him had a fierce expression on his face, which disappeared in a flash before returning to normal. He said indifferently, "Put it away if you like it."

Song Xi didn't notice anything wrong in his tone, put away the photo frame, and thought about taking a look again, when the man suddenly picked him up and dragged him out with big strides.

"Hey!" Song Xi was startled, subconsciously hugged the man's neck, grabbed the photo frame with the other hand, and asked blankly: "Why, what's wrong?"

You were fine just now, why are you suddenly angry?

Qiao Zizhen kept silent, easily changed his position while holding the man, carried him directly on his shoulders, and hurried back to their bedroom.

Song Xi was dangling upside down on his shoulders, his blood flowed backwards, and his face was flushed red: "Damn it, system, what does he want to do?"

System: "Think [beep——] of you."

The author has something to say: Good night, friends! (Good night grilled chicken wings, roasted fairy grass milk tea, good night hot pot skewers, dry pot maocai, good night cola potato chips milk sugar, good night pizza cake custard bun) honest.jpg