[Transmigration Book] Master Cannon Fodder is so tired every day!

For a long time, the wet and hot tip of his tongue licked the wound that no longer oozes blood. The wound was not deep, after all, he couldn't bear the pain of his little dragon spitting out beads.The sharp and slender eyebrows are drooping, which is a rare leisure after the ups and downs of mood.

Like a coquettish puppy.The corners of Su Qitao's eyes were red, and she had to be distracted by the flamboyant flamboyance, so she was in a hurry.The magic mirror watched faintly, and a lot of outrageous thoughts had already appeared in his heart.

Is this clingy man really the flashy demon who fucked the world in the past?Why do you look so shameless?In the beginning, the magic mirror was mostly for the sake of vanity, but now it is the same as Wen Qingfeng, and the male lead is becoming more and more distasteful—this guy is sticky and peachy, which is no different from brown sugar.

With great difficulty, he suppressed the rising violence in his chest between Xiaolong's bead-thumbing neck, Huahua swallowed the bloody smell in his throat, and slowly raised his head.It's good not to look up, but once Su Qitao raised his head, he immediately felt the height gap between himself and the male lead.

It was really big, he had to look up to see the outline of the hero.Rubbing their eyes, the two of them are now facing away from the light, all the ambiguity seems to be brewing and fermenting in this darkness, exuding a rich sweetness.

Vanity naturally doesn't have this kind of problem. As a true dragon, he has the same basic night vision ability as a beast.Long Tong carefully traced Su Qietao's outline, which was much softer, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Xiaolong Tuzhu has been fattened up by him..."Don't look at me." Su Qitao nodded and did not dare to look at him. The hero's gaze is too hot. The fragrant white peach cake can be devoured at any time.

Hearing this, Hua Hua lightly laughed, and walked out of the shadows holding someone's hand.He was in front, his back was as tall and strong as a mountain, and Su Qitao felt very safe just looking at him.

For vanity, he no longer loves and fears vanity as he did at the beginning... Su Qitao is somewhat in a trance, only feeling that the past is like a dream.

"Master, is Master treating you well?"

His voice was as soft as the cool breeze at night, which made people stunned. It took Su Qitao a long pause to react, "Huh? Very, very good."

"That's good." The meaning of the male lead's words was unclear, as if he was really confirming something. After a long while, he suddenly said: "Master, the disciple may leave for a while to go down the mountain to practice."

After all, the surrounding air stagnates.

Where Su Qitao couldn't see, his face was darker than at night, and now he is fledgling, even if he has a whole body of cultivation, he doesn't care about both sides.It's better... let the fairy gate protect one of them first, this time going down the mountain, there must be many dangers.Thinking of the faces of those monsters in the Demon Realm, Vanity couldn't help but sneer.

Greedy lunatic.

Before Su Qitao could reply, he added: "During this period of time, Master must not like Wen Qingfeng, nor anyone else. Because disciples...will be jealous."

Hearing this, the magic mirror almost stretched out a touch of spiritual power to slap him, the good guy is clearly coveting, and he almost forced Su Qitao directly.Su Qitao was also stunned for two seconds, her face turned even more red, "It's not big or small, why ask Qingfeng, he's your teacher!"

He wanted to cover up what he said, and when Vanity heard the awkwardness in his words, he chuckled twice and didn't choose to expose him.

The two returned to Taoya's hut, Fuhua let go of his hand, and lit the candlestick in the house with an orange flame, and the candle tears fell like white tears.

Su Qitao sat on the bed obediently, with her hands resting on her thighs, and the two black grapes twirled around following the flashy movements.Perhaps it was because his gaze was too ignorant, and there was no malice in it, the person being watched quietly shifted his figure, gently pressed the desire overflowing from his throat to the tip of his tongue, and the sound of swallowing was faintly visible.

Want to eat him, but now is not the time.After making the idea of ​​boiling the frog in warm water, Vanity was still docile and humble. He silently put the candlestick far away, and the brightness of the room also became milder.

It is not unreasonable for moths to fly to a flame, and too bright a candle will also burn the eyes of those who stare at it.

"Master, why don't you ask the disciple where he is going?" Hua Hua turned around, kneeled meekly and half-kneeled in front of Su Qitao, and looked up at the obviously sluggish little figure above.

His little dragon spitting beads didn't know what he was thinking.

Tonight's male protagonist is always showing weakness. From the outsiders' point of view, his showing of weakness is in great contrast with the past, and it will easily arouse people's sympathy, so that he will go through fire and water for him.But from the perspective of Su Qitao, who knows flashiness very well, the contrast is so cute that it makes people blush, but it is also very dangerous.

He doesn't know what happened, but he knows that the hero is very unhappy now, so unhappy that he is surly, and even wants to vent his anger... This is a way for him to vent his emotions, how could Su Qitao refuse.He didn't want the difference in class between the two of them to be too great, so he bent down slightly, broke free from the big palm that was exerting force secretly, and while the hero was absent-minded, he hugged the hero's neck, letting the slightly rapid breathing be exposed.

Nervous, but still trying to appease him.

"It doesn't matter where you go, but you must remember to be safe...I will wait for you." His voice was soft and a little muffled. Vanity grabbed his slender waist and spit out the well-behaved little dragon on the bed. Zhu took it into his arms.Xiaolong spit beads and hummed twice, then continued: "If you need help, you can tell me now. Don't wait until it's too late."

The kitten raised its head proudly, and rewarded the excrement shoveler for touching his fluffy, round head.Fuhua was soothed by his insincere words, and the anger on his eyebrows was smoothed, and he hugged him even tighter in a blink of an eye.

My little dragon spitting beads... how boring the world would be without you.The big palm changed its position and landed on the back of his neck, kneading non-stop.

"Also remember...you can't kill any more." The more you kill, the more evil obstacles you will have around you... The male protagonist looks so dangerous today, what he wants to do down the mountain should not Simple... Su Qitao was very comfortable after being rubbed, but she still didn't forget the magic mirror's entrustment from the past, "This time it will be good."

"Since it is reborn, vanity can no longer kill." The voice of the magic mirror is full of worry, "It is hard to dissipate all the evils, if it gets on again, it will be doubled."

Su Qitao sighed quietly, already made a decision in her heart.

He still can't let go.

"Master...give me some more of your blood..." Looking back suddenly, the lights were dimmed, the atmosphere between the two was good, everything about them was still there, and he was still standing there, waiting with a smile.

The next afternoon, Tongtong's approval document came out, and Su Qitao hurriedly bid farewell to Wen Qingfeng, wishing she could grow four legs and run to Huahua's side.Wen Qingfeng didn't say a word, it was only after he left that his cold eyes showed a tendency to unfreeze.The snow-white eyelashes trembled, but finally failed to bloom.And he's gone.

Su Qitao ran and jumped, finally arrived at the front mountain before the hero was about to go down the mountain in the spirit boat.He was holding the farewell gift he had prepared last night, and he was panting non-stop.

"Master." After waves of sweet soothing by Xiaolong spitting beads last night, the vanity has subsided from his surlyness. At this time, he is no different from before. He is still so high and high, and he is the most cold and self-sufficient disciple of Xianmen.

"I, I'm here to give you...something." Stepping forward in two or three steps, Su Qitao handed him the storage bag she carried with her. Inside were some magic tools and spells for self-defense, as well as those circulating in the world. "Fantasy, be careful when you go down the mountain, don't be cheated." At that time, the master will not come to get you.

In the past, the disciples of the immortal sect went down the mountain to practice, and the deeds that they were deceived by their underwear have become a meme, which is very funny.The disciples who came to help couldn't help but bend their eyebrows, and the air was filled with a strange smell for a while.

It's kind of funny that the disciple who was the number one student in a century-old competition was cheated.

After receiving the storage bag embroidered with piglets, Fanhua twitched his fingertips uncomfortably, "Master, this disciple will remember. I also hope that Master will remember what he promised his disciples." Board a ship and travel far.

The spirit boat has already been prepared, and it can be set off whenever it should. These few minutes are all squeezed out.Su Qitao followed two steps, Hua Hua looked down at him, slightly opened and closed his lips, and threw everything into the wind.

Su Qitao was still unable to use his cultivation correctly, so he didn't hear what he was talking about.It's just that the sentence "Don't forget..." is really fresh in his memory. He thinks that the male lead is so domineering that he doesn't allow himself to like others.

"Oh, don't think about him anymore!" I couldn't help stepping on my feet, and my cheeks were flushed with a beautiful blush.The monks passing by all smiled with unknown meanings when they saw it.

Su Qitao is now a popular figure in the entire fairy sect, and even in the cultivation world. Wherever he goes, he is followed by a group of curious young disciples—especially the young disciples who don't know him well enough, but want to pay homage to the number one beauty.

"He's so beautiful..." The little disciple hiding behind the tree couldn't help sighing.

The brightest sunshine in spring is also the earliest peach blossom on the treetops.

"Master!" Jiang Ling's eyes were very sharp, and he had already noticed the group of guys squatting in the dark and poking their heads.Immediately, he waved his hand and successfully waved back a group of people who wanted to come forward to test him.

Su Qitao raised his head and looked at it for a long time before he recognized that the guy with two dark circles and messy hair was Jiang Ling.

"What's wrong with you?" He was very puzzled.

"Hey," Jiang Ling scratched his head in embarrassment, his cheeks turned red, "I was caught cheating." So you know... "..." The people of Xianmen What kind of virtues are they, cheating? ? ?

The magic mirror was silent, and it also wanted to ask the Creator God the same question one by one. It said that the fairy gate is high above and does not cause dust?Why is the painting style different?

"What do you want from me?" Ignoring the helplessness in her heart, Su Qitao had a strange smile on her brows and eyes.

"That's not true," Jiang Ling slipped up behind Su Qitao by himself, "Flower, please let me take care of you, and it would be best if I could accompany you to entertain you."

Can you accompany me to solve the boredom... The guy who can play mahjong is a trick.Su Qitao probably understood the meaning of vanity. On the surface, it was to take care of him, but in fact it was to monitor.As for what to monitor, he thinks there should be social interaction, and part of it is that he doesn't want to keep up with him secretly.