Married into a rich and powerful family [Transmigration Book]

He was a little uneasy, and suddenly there was a violent slamming sound outside the door.

Ruan Jiao hurriedly opened the door——

A stern, handsome big bald man, sucking the frozen snot, sprayed him in an unbelievable tone: "Master Leng! Little monk, I really didn't expect that you could do nothing to save the one you love. , it is better to cut off the six roots and go with the monk."

Ruan Jiao was shocked, the prop master on the suspension bridge was indeed Ash Han!He immediately thought of the note.

"I'm warning you not to touch Han Xi, I've already called the police." Ruan Jiao is well versed in what songs to sing on which hills, the main reason is that his internal energy is weak, he has lost all his lightness skills, and Ash Han's condition is unknown, so what if he can't beat him in a fight?

Ah Shihan was stunned, and suddenly shouted angrily: "My lord, you have fallen! Coming to this good world, weak mortals, this is a good opportunity for you and me to show our skills and establish an altar."

Ruan Jiao thought to himself: "What the hell...all of this? I am here to fall in love, I don't have to be ambitious, I will settle accounts with you when I return to the original book, I can't beat you to death, you bald traitor!"

A Shihan looked at Ruan Jiao, who was expressionless and silent, "My lord, you are too lustful and greedy. This little monk has already cut off the evil fate for you. No one can get close to you. You will become lonely." Industry."

In the original novel, Ah Shihan was just a pervert because of things. He helped Leng Aojue ascend to the throne, but when Leng Aojue disagreed with him, he turned his face and rebelled.To be precise, he is an assist maniac with an extremely paranoid control habit.

"So you are the one who made the makeup gel and the wire?" Ruan Jiao suddenly realized, no wonder he couldn't find any clues, A Shihan is a master of disguise.

"Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people, Amitabha." Ashihan is independent from the world, like a shameless bard.

Ruan Jiao asked weakly: "Tell me, is the mission given to you by the Void Realm Lord God destroying my marriage?"

A Shihan touched his bald head, "It's not all right... The Lord God asked me to help you cut off your love and complete the great cause of magic in this world."

Ruan Jiao was so angry that his eyes went dark, "Brother, if you shake your head, can you hear Hai crying?"

"You monk knows shit about love!" Ruan Jiao stepped into his waist, blatantly questioning his professional ability.

It's really the end of the year, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts can pass through, why?Achieving performance?

Ashhan's expression was wonderful, "You and Big Han...are you really that?" He made a rather vile and obscene gesture.

"Don't worry, the cauldron has a threshold for IQ." Ruan Jiao said while acting first, grabbing Ashhan by the collar, "I have told you many times before meddling in my private affairs. The seat will bring you to bliss early."

Ash Han's bright eyes shone brightly as if being abused, and the familiar breath of the Demon Lord blew past his ears, ah... my Lord Demon Lord, you should have sunk into the endless darkness, what kind of love and kinship, None of that should be yours.

"Take me to Han Xi." He picked up the down jacket on the hanger and ordered Ashhan.Regardless of other matters, the key point is to find the young master first.

Ash Han retreated outside the door, nodded slightly, and suddenly disappeared at the end of the corridor like a gust of wind.

Ruan Jiao was so angry that his hands shook, "Third-rate miscellaneous supporting characters pass through with normal skills, and my majestic villain, Long Aotian... blah blah."

Ruan Jiao went around to the basement, took the fake submersible from the prop room, walked to the back door of the hotel, and saw a white Grand Cherokee parked at the door, steaming in the ice and snow.

The window of the car fell slowly, Ashhan was wearing a toad mirror, dangling a flickering cigar, and around his neck was a big gold chain as thick as a donkey, which made the bald gourd shine in the cold wind. The picture is really shocking.

Ruan Jiao gripped the sinking water tightly, and opened the passenger door, "I'll ask you something again, are there any other two hundred and five coming besides you?"

Ashhan exhaled a breath of cold air, and said decisively: "I can pass through, and everyone else should be fine."

Ruan Jiao almost vomited blood, and pulled the car door with difficulty, "Then... have you seen anyone else?"

A Shihan was very skilled in driving, he shook his head and tail and drove up the slippery mountain road, "I've only been here for more than two months, and I'm busy cutting off your lust and lust for you, where is the time in the United States?"

Others cut the style a little too fast, Ruan Jiao was in a trance for a while, and suddenly asked, "Wait, do you have a driver's license?"

The virtual world is made up of large data. After traveling, the data of the original body will be merged with the data of the soul, and it will quickly adapt to the settings of different novels.But there is one exception. Dangerous operating techniques, such as driving, sailing, and rocket cannons, need to be re-learned later for safety data red lock.

"The original body has it, but I don't." Ashhan stepped on the gas pedal proudly.

"Stop! Put me down quickly—" a heart-piercing shout came from the Panshan Highway.

Daqie ran all the way, and stopped running wild when he drove to the dense forest in the middle of the mountain.

With a pale face on his face, Ruan Jiao got out of the car tremblingly with his stumped body, followed Ashhan through the forest and across the fields, and finally came to an abandoned Buddhist cave.

When I came in, I saw Han Xi sticking out his round buttocks, scrubbing the incomplete stone Buddhas one by one.

Ruan Jiao held the fake sinker, with a murderous look on his face, walked up behind him and drew out the unsharp sword, slamming his buttocks left and right.

"Oh! Your grandpa, who is shameless..." Han Xi jumped three feet high, seeing Ruan Jiao stuck for a while, "Why are you here?"

He suddenly saw Ash Han behind Ruan Jiao, "Master is here too, you see I wiped them clean as you said."

Ruan Jiao pulled up his collar, leaned closer and said, "Master, why are you living so carelessly? How does he look like a monk?"

"He...he is a monk everywhere, and the master is still giving me lectures." Han Xi was confused, looked at the compassionate Ashhan, and then at the livid-faced Ruan Jiao.

"Shut up! Follow me." He grabbed Han Xi, ignored Ash Han, and walked directly to the entrance of the cave.

Ashhan had been prepared for a long time, and blocked the entrance of the cave with a dodge, "My lord, do you know what the little monk wants?"

"Get out! It's not your turn to dictate the affairs of this seat." Ruan Jiao flicked his fingers, pretending to be submerged.

Han Xi's eyes turned to Ruan Jiao's face, and he asked cautiously: "You... this is, you're taking on a new play?"

As soon as the words fell, Ash Han clasped his hands together and trembled eleven times, and the gravel in the cave moved in response to the sound, rolling and undulating on the ground and gradually converging.

Ruan Jiao slapped Han Xi on the shoulder, and the not-so-small Young Master Han flew out like a piece of toilet paper dancing in the wind.

"Are you really going to fight with me?" Ruan Jiao bluffed, pretending to be submerged in the water and turning back and forth in mid-air, he took off the scabbard with a "clang", and guarded in front of him like an obedient silver snake.

"The little monk said that the little monk is here to help the Lord win the world." Ashhan exerted force with his palm, and the gravel was poured into the inner force, soaring into the air, hitting the fake submerged water, and sparks flew everywhere.

Han Xi, who fell all over the place, got up like an old bastard turning over, and saw the flying stone hit Ruan Jiao's side like a needle, and the down jacket with excellent down filling broke seven or eight small holes in an instant, and the soft down "poof" It sprayed into the air at once, like fine snow breaking through the wall.

"Damn it... No, it's not filming! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" Seeing the magical scene in front of him, Han Xi woke up from his dream.