The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

"Master named me Xiao Jing, and Miss Song called me Xiao Jing." Han Jing suppressed the surprise in his heart, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Miss Xiaojing." Song Yuhuan called out politely.

"Don't add the word girl, it sounds weird." Han Jing smiled awkwardly and walked to Song Yuhuan's side.

"Then Xiaojing can also call me Yuhuan directly." The woman under the setting sun smiled softly.

After exchanging names, the two went into the city and found an inn to settle down. Fortunately, they arrived at the inn not too late, and there were a few tables scattered in the lobby.

"Xiao Er serves as many dishes as you want." Song Yuhuan summoned Xiao Er and gave instructions, then took Han Jing to find a seat by the window and sat down, waiting for the food.

Although Song Yuhuan's cultivation level has long been able to live without food, but it is obvious that the person following her is not.

Han Jing sat across from Song Yuhuan with a little hesitation. When she first entered this inn, she found that the decoration of this inn was luxurious. Thinking about the little money in her luggage, accommodation has become the primary issue. Not to mention sitting here to eat, I am afraid that even if she is pressed here to wash the dishes, it will not be enough to pay for a meal of the overlord, right?

"Miss Song, I think the inn before is pretty good, isn't the price here a bit too expensive?" Han Jing became more and more worried as she thought about it, and asked directly after gritting her teeth.

"Pfft, so you've been worrying about this all along? I thought you were worried that the food you'll be eating later won't suit your appetite?" Song Yuhuan picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, and handed one cup to Han Jing.

"Yu Huan, you know, I don't have so much money with me..." Han Jing lowered her head, her voice became lower and lower, and she tightly held the hot teacup with both hands.After all, a cannibal's mouth is soft, but a man's hand is soft.No matter what she said, Han Jing had already lived two lifetimes, so she could no longer owe favors to other little girls.Her old face is going to be unbearable!

"Don't worry, Xiaojing. This inn is owned by the Kunlun sect. If you don't believe me, look up at the imprint on the pillar. Is it the same as the imprint on my collar?" Song Yuhuan pointed to an inn not far from them. Zhuzi, Han Jing looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, she saw the Tengyun mark on her collar.

Relieved in the bottom of my heart, Han Jing took the cup in his hand and brought it to his mouth to take a sip. It really was the best Longjing, and it was worthy of being the work of the Kunlun School, the number one sect in the world.

"Girls, here are the dishes you ordered." Xiao Er served them one by one with a plate, and then quietly left.

"I like this sweet and sour fish the most. Even after the fasting period, I still can't forget its taste. Xiao Jing, come and try it too." Song Yuhuan picked up a small piece of fish belly with chopsticks Put it in Han Jing's bowl, and looked at her expectantly.

"Uh, I'll do it by myself. Yuhuan, hurry up and eat, the food won't taste good when it gets cold." Han Jing asked the young master's fiancée to be so enthusiastic!She actually doesn't like fish at all!

Forget it, for the sake of Song Yuhuan's great recommendation, let's have a taste.Han Jing resignedly picked up the piece of fish, and approached her mouth inch by inch, opened it, put it in, and swallowed it.

"Little Jing, why don't you spit out the bones?!" Song Yuhuan watched Han Jing's every move of eating fish, but saw that Han Jing swallowed the fish helplessly with his eyes closed. Bones spit out.There is clearly a fish bone on the piece of fish she gave Han Jing...

"Ah? I didn't notice... I swallowed it all, what should I do, will my stomach be pierced!" Han Jing looked dejected like a concubine, with tears rolling in her eyes.That's why I say that fish and meat are the most annoying! ! !

"Hey, don't worry, just stick your head over and I'll take a look for you." Song Yuhuan quickly stepped forward to comfort Han Jing, signaling her not to panic.

"Woooooo!" Han Jing wished he could stick his whole head across the table, holding his throat with one hand and shaking his head non-stop.It seems that she, Han Jing, is about to become the first cannon fodder in the history of time travel to be stuck to death by a fishbone!

"You can't do this, stop moving." Seeing that her persuasion was ineffective, Song Yuhuan simply gave Han Jing a body-holding technique, and then Han Jing stretched her neck without moving, and stopped in front of Song Yuhuan .

"I told you not to move, you insisted on forcing me to use the hold technique." Song Yuhuan sighed helplessly, moved closer to Han Jing, opened Han Jing's mouth with his hands, and watched carefully.

"There is no fishbone, maybe you swallowed the fish directly into your stomach when you ate it?" Song Yuhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then patted Han Jing on the shoulder.

Han Jing's body swished and was about to lie down on the table. If she really fell like this, the movement would definitely not be small. If it was serious, she would even overturn the table.

Seeing this, Song Yuhuan belatedly performed another body-holding technique, and Han Jing's body was frozen in mid-air in an extremely indecent posture.

"Little Jing, you can't waste food like this." Song Yuhuan scolded Han Jing, then stretched out a finger and tapped Han Jing's forehead, and Han Jing fell to the ground lying on his back.

Han Jing, who couldn't move her body, had already rolled her eyes countless times in Song Yuhuan's direction, and told him not to eat properly!Bad review! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!!!

"Xiao Jing, get up and eat, how long are you going to lie under the table?" Song Yuhuan's voice came from under the table.

Please, how can she get up when everyone is locked up for you!Han Jing rolled his eyes again.

"Ah, I forgot. You haven't unlocked your body-holding technique yet." As soon as Song Yuhuan finished speaking, Han Jing felt that she could move.

She first clenched her fist to confirm that it was correct, and then crawled out from under the table with her hands on her sides.

"Xiao Jing, are you okay?" Song Yuhuan asked worriedly, her eyes were full of guilt.

"..." Han Jing has always been a master who takes soft things but not tough ones, not to mention that the person opposite is a beautiful little girl.

She patted the dust on her clothes, and pulled the stool away to sit back in her seat.

"Boom, boom, boom!" "Boom, boom!" The door panel made a burst of sound.

Someone knocked on the closed door, and the knock was very loud, a little louder than the sound Han Jing made when he fell to the ground before.

"Go and see who is outside." The shopkeeper stopped the abacus in his hand, and repeatedly urged Xiao Er to go forward and have a look.

"Here we come!" Xiao Er nodded, flicked the cloth pocket in his hand, and hurried to remove the door panel.

"The shopkeeper... the shopkeeper, come here..." Xiaoer's voice was a little trembling, he stood by the door panel in a daze, tilted his head and shouted at the shopkeeper.

"What's going on, you're in such a panic!" The shopkeeper cursed inwardly for nothing, and hurriedly followed to the door.

"...Whose girl is this, how did she get hurt so badly?"