The Vicious Villain is Beauty and the Strong [Quick Transmigration]

Snow fluttered into the window along the cold wind.

The wind in the twelfth lunar month was bitingly cold, and the layers of thick silk were rolled up by the leaking wind, and a corner of the fabric was rolled up.

A sliver of white and tender skin was exposed in Xiao Zhezi's eyes.

Xiao Zhezi only felt a violent turbulent heat surge into his head, and the teacup in his hand lost its tinkling sound.

The clinking sound of the porcelain was very harsh in the silent environment, the white on the bed shook slightly, and then the familiar questioning voice mingled with yin and cold came.

"What's the noise?"

The little Zhezi's legs, which weighed as much as tens of thousands of catties, gave way, and his whole body fell to the ground. He begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please forgive me once."

Little Zhezi's heart was beating wildly, thinking that he would have no good fruit to eat, because the man in front of him was a murderer without blinking an eye, thinking like this, little Zhezi closed his eyes tightly, and buried his head deeply on the ground, only I begged the emperor to leave him a whole body.

I don't know how long it took before the voice pierced through the layers of flying silk, still emotionless: "How long has Lian Lin been kneeling?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it's about four hours."

It has been snowing for four hours now.

Xiao Zhezi was not sure what the emperor was thinking, whether he had escaped or not, so he could only ask and answer.

He knelt down, only heard a few rustling sounds of clothes rubbing against each other, before he could react, he saw a pair of round, pink feet touching the ground not far from him.

"Your Majesty, it's cold on the ground, you..." Xiao Zhezi knelt on the ground and said, staring at those white and tender feet.

Xiao Zhezi's words stopped abruptly, and he saw those feet striding past him, heading out of the palace.

Little Zhezi was so frightened that his soul almost flew out, and he chased He Qing out.

Wearing loose clothes, He Qing arrived at the gate of the palace. The guard at the gate saw him and opened the palace gate.

Outside the door was snow falling one after another, and their bodies danced freely in the air.

A man in white clothes was kneeling not far away, but his knees were extremely tall and straight.The snow on his body was nearly a foot thick, but his clothes were very thin.

He Qing walked in a little bit, and finally saw his face clearly. His long black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, and a strange blush was added to his expressionless snow-white handsome face.

presumably by

Freeze like this.

Is this what the protagonist suffers from?The smile on He Qing's face gradually enlarged, the protagonist's growth is really good.

He Qing raised his feet in a low arc, and just protruding an inch from his body, the cold male voice sounded in his head.

[It is detected that the player has OOC behavior, please regulate the behavior of the player, if the OOC level exceeds 40.00%, the player will be completely wiped out! 】

He Qing said: ooc?

[Don't the players want to please the protagonist?If that's the case, the system judges that this practice is serious OOC, which has constituted a condition for erasure. 】

He Qing smiled lightly.

Did the incomprehensible system think that he just wanted to help the protagonist get up?Although it is a good way to please the protagonist, but He Qing knows the urine of the system, how could he be so stupid as to bet his own life.

Before He Qing somehow came into this broken system, he pursued the style of carpe diem and doing things as he pleases, so it never occurred to He Qing to ask him to please others in order to survive.

But He Qing felt that the system was very long-winded. He didn't want to explain, but said: You can't control what I want to do.

After he said that, he stepped over the threshold and stepped straight on the white snow.

He Qing's action made the people around him kneel on the ground one after another. They kowtowed their heads with terrified expressions, but no one dared to come forward to stop him.

But the eyes of the protagonist Shou remained motionless, staring at the snow on the ground.

It's no wonder that the protagonist Shou ignores He Qing'ai, after all, the tyrant killed his father and snatched him to be his male favourite.

The original owner was a proton in Lian Lin's country back then, and after returning to the country to inherit the throne, the original owner immediately brought troops to destroy Liancheng's country, and even killed all his relatives, but left Lian Lin in his harem. Male favorite.

Although the beauty's eyes haven't changed the slightest since seeing him, He Qing can feel the backlog of ruthlessness that wants to tear him apart.

Xiao Zhezi stumbled and ran out, knelt at He Qing's feet and hugged his legs, crying, "Your Majesty, be careful that the dragon's body is damaged by the ice and snow."

He Qing glanced at him lightly, and Xiao Zhezi felt chills all over after being glanced at by He Qing's fox eyes, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

The snow in the twelfth lunar month is very white, and it also carries a unique biting chill. It looks good on the ground. Only He Qing knows how cold it is to step on it with bare feet.

The soles of He Qing's feet were pressed against the ground, and he felt a trace of strong coolness rushing into the soles of his feet and into his heart, which made him a little more comfortable.

This is what it's like to be alive.

Ever since he fell into that dark place, this feeling has been

away from him.

There he couldn't see, hear, or feel even a ray of light.

He thought he had gone to hell, but what he didn't expect was that several doors of different colors appeared later.

Then came the voice just now.

Tell him to choose a door.

And here he is.

It is said to be a novel plane.

Still a bloody love story.

Because the original tyrant defected, He Qing was forced to take this role.

The tyrant's body is very small, and his feet are as delicate as a woman's. When he stepped on the snow, the red color gradually spread from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his insteps, and the inside of each toe was frozen red.

He Qing walked slowly, and the long robe behind him dragged a long and uniform snow trail on the ground.

He Qing stopped one meter away from Liancheng.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile.

The beauty of the protagonist Shou is really not comparable to that of ordinary people.

With an unruly body and an incomparably beautiful face, there is only one thought in people's mind: to crush him, to push him down, to make him cry, to beg for mercy.

No wonder it was the person who made the original owner crazy and obsessed, Lian Lin has such abilities.

The tyrant's height is not very high. Lian Lin is kneeling at this time, but he is not much taller than Lian Lin when he is standing. When he meets Lian Lin's eyes, he feels extremely cold, even colder than the cold snow in the lunar month.

He Qing raised his hand and raised the face of the beautiful woman in front of him, and asked, "Do you know what's wrong?"

As he expected, Lian Lin didn't give him a word, not even a look.

It's as if he is like this snow, this air, this wind.

He Qing was not annoyed, but became more interested.

He likes beauties, especially the proud ones like Lian Lin.

He Qing tightened the grip on Lian Lin's jaw, and soon his fair skin turned red and purple, which was really pretty.

He said softly: "If the beauty doesn't talk, I won't be happy, and if I'm not happy, others won't want to be happy either."

Lian Lin finally raised his eyes to look at He Qing, but quickly moved his eyes away, and asked, "May I ask what Your Majesty wants to hear?"

Lian Lin's compromise pleased He Qing, he relaxed the strength in his hand, turned to gently rubbing the bruised skin, and said: "My silly beauty, don't you know what I want?"

Hearing He Qing's words, Lian Lin's lips were tightly pressed together, as if he had suffered a particularly serious insult, he turned his head and stopped talking.

Seeing that it was meaningless to tease him, He Qing said, "Okay, get up."

"Today's matter is just to improve your memory, in the future

It is not allowed to hook up with each other.Remember that you are my male favourite, even if you die, your corpse is mine, so don't make trouble for me. "

He Qing waved his hand and asked the people beside him to support Liancheng to rest.

The eunuch next to him received He Qing's order, and rushed to Lian Lin's side, supported Lian Lin's armpit, and pulled him up.

But because Lian Lin had been kneeling in the snow for four full hours, the cold air had already penetrated into his kneecaps, and he couldn't stretch his whole legs.

Lian Lin struggled to climb up, when a warm current gradually flowed in, flowing into the cracks in his bones, he looked up, and saw a white and tender hand resting on his knee.

He Qing put his hand on Lian Lin's knee, ready to rub it for him, but Lian Lin was about to move his kneecap immediately, and the strength of He Qing's hands became weak for a moment.

Accompanied by a crisp sound in the air, Lian Lin's eyes widened suddenly, and a piercing pain made him look at He Qing in disbelief.

He Qing is actually so vicious.

He Qing's hand was hanging in the air, and he slowly retracted it for a long time. He sighed in his heart: Can human bones be so fragile?

He really wanted to rub Lian Lin out of good intentions. .

He Qing lowered his hands weakly and said: "What are you doing in a daze, pass it on to the imperial physician!"

He really was born to be a villain.