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

Lian Lin sneered, and looked at He Qing coldly.

Suddenly, He Qing twisted his shoulders and approached Lian Lin. For some reason, He Qing's body was extraordinarily hot, like the hot air in summer. When he got close, he would feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, "Brother Lian Lin...I'm so hot. "

He Qing's state was no different from that of a drunk person, his eyes were blurred, his body was swaying, and he fell into Lian Lin's arms.

He leaned his head against Lian Lin, his eyes were a little more smug, didn't Lian Lin just want to see this kind of result?Instead of stubbornly resisting, biting and enduring the properties of the medicine, it is better to put on a show and call Lian Lin Shuxin.

He Qing knows what he should do and what he shouldn't do. Although the villain's fate should have been extremely miserable, judging from the current situation, Lian Lin doesn't seem to intend to kill him. Since there are steps to go down, why not do it? Woolen cloth?

He Qing's shoulders were clamped by two big hands, He Qing's body was straightened, He Qing continued to act, the strength of the hand on the arm was not small, and the tingling pain came gradually, He Qing wrinkled his nose and whispered Complained: "Let go of me."

"You're not brother Lian Lin, he's not as fierce as you."

Lian Lin's eyes did not move, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "You know what kind of person he is?"

"Of course..." Before finishing this sentence, He Qing's body softened for a moment. Presumably, the effect of the medicine was coming up again. Following the power of the medicine, he bit the flesh on his cheek and fell on the bed.

"So hot……"

"He Qing." Lian Lin called out in an unclear tone.

He Qing didn't answer him.

The small window on the wall was opened a crack, and the fine snow on the window sill flew in, and under the effect of the moonlight, every single snowflake was very clear.

He Qing's face suddenly turned cold, and a trace of water slid down his face.

He Qing's eyelashes were covered with a few flakes of snow, which did not melt, and kept the original snowflake shape, flying with every blink of He Qing.

Because of this unexpected surprise, the heat poison in He Qing's body was reduced a lot, and after the out-of-control factors in his body were reduced, he raised his eyes to look at Lian Lin.

Lian Lin's hand stretched out towards him, straight to his face.

He Qing closed his eyes subconsciously, wouldn't Lian Lin go crazy again?

Suddenly, the weight on the eyelashes lightened, and instead, wet water droplets hung on the eyelashes.

"You look like this..." Lian Lin stopped talking halfway.

"Is it very hot?" He said, holding He Qing in his arms, snowflakes were flying, He Qing raised his head, and stood in the white

In the middle of nowhere, I saw that extremely beautiful face.

"Help Your Majesty reduce the heat."

He Qing's foot lightened, and the iron chain that was grinding his ankle was removed, and his body fell lightly into another's arms.

The wind was blowing under Lian Lin's feet, he held He Qing between his arms, swayed, and walked out of the palace that trapped He Qing.

He Qing asked in surprise, did the protagonist find out his conscience and didn't intend to torture him anymore?

He was wrong, He Qing was thrown on the tree by Lian Lin, the rough tree trunk rubbed against his back behind him, but it was pitch black in front of his eyes.

Lian Lin covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

Because He Qing's clothes didn't have a belt, the front of the clothes was open, and the wind gushed into his heart. He shivered a few times, touched the top of the clothes, and grabbed the embroidery on the front of the clothes to close it.

Lian Lin raised his hand and said with a light smile, "Isn't Your Majesty hot?"

He Qing looked at Lian Lin with clear eyes, his face was pale, and the teeth in his mouth were shivering because of the sudden drop in temperature when he spoke, "Lian Lin, what exactly do you want?"

"If it's my life, you can take it at any time."

"Would I care about your rotten life?" Lian Lin raised He Qing's chin, with a ruthless smile in his eyes.

He Qing couldn't help complaining in his heart: Then what do you want?What else does the villain have to plot for the protagonist?

Seeing that He Qing was stunned, Lian Lin patted that pale face, "Your Majesty, think about it carefully, what else can I do for you."

He Qing turned his eyes away from looking at him. The "Your Majesty" Lian Lin said was a derogatory term. Lian Lin was mocking him. He changed from a tyrant that everyone feared to a prisoner. The slaughtered lamb.

The back of Lian Lin's hand was pressed against He Qing's cheek, and the warm and delicate touch stimulated every nerve in He Qing. Lian Lin himself is a poison/drug, which can make people sink into unconsciousness.

Perhaps it was because of this that the original owner in the past did not change his attitude towards Lian Lin.

This led to the big mistake in the future.

"I can't think of it." He Qing murmured.

"Your Majesty's body." Lian Lin lifted a corner of He Qing's clothes, "Not bad."

"Presumptuous!" He Qing roared, but with this snow-white face, this small face that was getting thinner day by day, it was so weak and weak.

Lian Lin laughed a few times, and then pressed He Qing on the tree, sticking it tightly to the trunk, "I guess no one has tasted this delicate and expensive body before?"

He Qing's eyes widened, filled with anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't force me...

"

"Your Majesty is being forced." Lian Lin was very calm. Compared with He Qing's irritability and out of control, Lian Lin seemed to be in another century with ease, "But what can you do?"

He Qing's eyes flashed, yes, so what can he do, everything in the past was his own fault, but now in Lian Lin's hands, he is just a prisoner, a lowly slave.

A little more lonely and unbearable in his eyes, He Qing shook his head and said in a low voice: "So kill me."

Lian Lin's voice came from the snowy sky, "I said before, I won't kill you."

Wen Nuan rushed into He Qing's body, He Qing clenched his teeth tightly, "I... I have nothing to do..."

"Your Majesty's body is a good thing." Lian Lin put his arms around He Qing's waist and pulled, hot air hit, and He Qing's earlobes quickly turned red, and the male voice whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty Just use this body to atone for your sins."

Compared with other nights, the winter night is much more desolate and bleak. The white snow shines on the moonlight and emits a faint fluorescence. Some people laugh and some cry in the palace wall. No one knows what happened under the tree at this time.

Only those intermittent sobs made people blush.

……

When He Qing woke up again, he was lying on the broken bed, and the coolness on his ankles awakened his reason.

Last night's madness kept He Qing silent.

[Player don't be discouraged, this world is about to end. 】

He Qing: I am not discouraged.

[The player's action of bowing his head and saying nothing just now, after several professional analysis of the system, the final result was judged to be 'sulky'. 】

He Qing: I am indeed depressed, but not for the reason you think.Also, I have said long ago that your system is full of lumps, and you only believe in data. People's minds are not just as simple as data analysis.

[Player, Xiaosan understands what you mean a little bit. 】

He Qing: No, you don’t understand.

【Little San understands. 】

The voice of the system was rarely annoyed, and dropped an emoticon in He Qing's mind.

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He Qing: ...Your system also has emoji package settings?

[Yes, although the system has the technology of 1000 years later, after doctoral research, it was discovered that the emoticons used by the ancients had a very important effect, so the doctor applied this technology to the existing system. 】

He Qing slowly raised a question mark.

Why did he hear a trace of Versailles in Xiaosan's words.

Could it be that,

Has the Elm Brain System also mastered this technology that tests EQ and IQ?

[The player seems to have doubts, Xiaosan can do his best to serve you and answer all your doubts. 】

He Qing: Thank you for the invitation, no.

The last time Lian Lin used that kind of thing to help him... This time it was the first real intimate contact. Lian Lin's body was stronger than He Qing's imagined, and when he held He Qing's hand, he was showing bruises .

He Qing's wrist moved, and the bruise on it was a little deep. Under the pain shielding effect of the system, He Qing couldn't feel the pain, which was left by Lian Lin on him last night.

Looking at these traces, he sighed sincerely.

【Is the player 'sighing'? 】

He Qing: Are you an idiom dictionary?Or did the person who designed you stuff a dictionary of idioms into your computer program?

[I become angry from embarrassment. 】

He Qing: ...

He really wanted to grab his head and hammer it.

He Qing: You just said that the world is coming to an end?

【Yes. 】

Lian Lin has no intention of killing him at present, so the only possibility is that He Qing's body may not be able to survive.

A mouthful of blood was vomited out, and little red flowers fell on the bed. He Qing's strength dissipated, and he covered his lips with his hands, and the blood flowed out along the cracks of his fingers.

At this time, a few figures came in, and the man said in a sharp voice: "Your Majesty, the miscellaneous families are polite."

The eunuch's voice was high-pitched, without any intention of saluting He Qing.

He Qing raised his other hand to signal them not to come over. He spat out the blood from his mouth and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"The miscellaneous family came here to deliver clothes to His Majesty on the order of the prime minister."

"clothes?"

A trace of disdain flashed in the eunuch's eyes, "Take it to Your Majesty."

The little palace lady with her clothes shrunk her head and walked to He Qing's side, when she was tripped by someone, she suddenly rushed towards He Qing, and the wooden plate in her hand was thrown high into the air.

The red Luoshang pulled out a beautiful arc in the air, gradually revealing his original appearance.

It is a woman's dress.

The clothes Gu Youyan gave He Qing was a red gauze dress, the style was similar to the one he dreamed of that night.

The aura in the eunuch's eyes was even worse, and the sarcasm was about to overflow his eyes. He stomped his foot and cursed angrily: "You little bitch, the fine clothes that the Prime Minister presented to His Majesty, how can a little bitch like you spoil it at will?"

His nails were screwed into the maid's flesh, and the little maid's tears were streaming down, but she didn't dare to groan in pain.

He Qing knew better than anyone else what the eunuch was doing for him, but he was just trying to make an example of others, and now an eunuch could ride on his head and do his best.