[Quick Transmigration] Why does that crazy critic always chase me!

From the looks of it, nine times out of ten the judge made a mistake and sent him here.Ji Ye was extremely aggrieved and couldn't help grinding his teeth: such unreliable things to do!Doesn't Lord Yan know how to take care of it?This kind of person should be fired!Even if you don't get fired, you still have to pay half a year's salary!They said they were going to send him back to life, but in the end they sent him to the dragon bed!

Ji also couldn't help cursing secretly: I really thank your ancestor!

Holding his breath in his heart, Ji also felt uncomfortable.His body was not given to the dog man of his ex-boyfriend, but was taken by the mad dog Emperor Dog!

Especially the sore waist and tingling legs made him wish he could pick up the knife and slash that dog emperor twice!

But the sore arm reminded him not to dream!

Grinding his teeth, Ji Ye could only comfort himself: As a good young man in the 21st century, chastity is not important!Only when bitten by a dog!

After reading it silently twice, Ji Ye went berserk!Chastity doesn't matter shit!That was something he had kept for more than twenty years!Say it's gone, it's gone!

Ji Ye made up his mind, don't let him seize the opportunity, or the dog emperor will have to taste the feeling of being oppressed!

With endless fantasies and resentment towards the dog emperor, Ji finally couldn't hold back and fell asleep.

On the bright yellow dragon bed, the already smooth skin looked even more white and tender, with black hair scattered on the soft gold silk pillow.Her cheeks were slightly red under her closed eyes, and there was an unconscious allure between her brows and eyes.The semi-transparent chiffon underwear is even more bloody, and the beauty is shocking.

It is said in the middle of the capital that the son of the Duke of Wei has a world-renowned appearance and a peerless appearance, and he can be called the most beautiful woman in Beijing.

From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with the rhetoric.Ji Ye, the son of Duke Wei, deserves the title of 'No. [-] Beauty'!

The next day, just after dawn, Ji opened his eyes.As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized something was wrong.My whole body is sore and weak, especially my waist and legs, which are sore and painful, and I can't exert any strength.

That's all, the drowsiness coming from his head made him a little unable to lift his head, and his brain throbbed in pain.The abnormal temperature on his body told Ji Ye that he had a fever.

Ji Ye paused, sat up with difficulty propping up his arms, supported his heavy head with one hand, and couldn't stop scolding the Chu Li dog emperor in his heart!

His fever this time wasn't because he accidentally caught a cold, it was... because he didn't clean up in time after last night!

Ji also wanted to clean up, but looking at the appearance of the dog emperor, he looked like he wanted him to make a fuss so that everyone would know about it, how dare he mention this matter.

While scolding Chu Li, Ji Ye half leaned against the head of the bed, covered the half-open chiffon jacket, thinking about what to do.Seeing the series of red marks on his chest from the corner of his eye, Ji Ye scolded even more, words like birds, beasts, animals, dogs, etc. without serious meaning, popped out of Ji Ye's mind one after another.I just feel that these words are really fucking suitable for Chu Li.

There is a small Kang table on the dragon bed of golden nanmu. On the Kang table is a teapot with blue and white strokes and a slanted mouth. Next to the teapot are several small teacups of the same color and flower.

This place should be a side hall, so there is no one to serve, and the tea in the teapot is already cold.Ji Ye didn't dislike it either, crawled over and poured himself a cup of cold tea, and drank it with his head raised.

The cold tea ran across the dry and burning throat, as if even the heat in his body was suppressed.

Ji Ye curled his lips, put the teacup back on the Kang table, and lowered his head in thought.

The original owner did not remember the scene of who sent him in.But thinking about it...... Thinking back to the big family in Duke Wei's mansion, Ji also wanted to roll his eyes.

Ji Fei, Duke of the State of Wei, was originally married to Meng Lang, the daughter of Lord Meng, the servant of the Ministry of Rites in the Central Court, and later gave birth to his eldest son, Ji Ye.It's just that God was not blessed, Meng Lang was weak, and gave birth to Ji Ye, who was the original owner, and died of illness not long after.

Later, Ji Fei remarried and gave birth to another son, who was the second son of the direct line, Ji Sui.

It is said that where there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather.In addition, Ji Fei is not a good thing at all, and the life of the original master Ji in the Duke's Mansion is very difficult.

Ji also guessed that with his cheap father's style of being the best at fighting dogs, maybe he was the one who sent the original owner to the dog emperor's bed!

Thinking of this, Ji couldn't help grinding his teeth.As soon as he stopped scolding Chu Li, his heart suddenly rose again. While scolding in his heart, he was thinking about what to do next.

Anyway, first of all he had to live.This is the premise of everything.

As for the cheap father and the dog emperor... Ji also threw them aside in disgust, and now has no time to talk to them.He's still running a fever now, and he can't keep running like this.The dog emperor didn't care about him, and now he has to go back to the Duke's mansion.

Thinking of this, Ji Ye supported his sore waist, endured the feeling of drowsiness, and stood up reluctantly. As soon as he lifted his leg, he took a deep breath of air, and the tearing pain from behind almost made him feel uncomfortable. Go back in one breath.The already pale face became even uglier.

Ji Ye gasped for breath, relieving the pain, and it took him a long time to recover.Gritting his teeth, Ji Ye supported his waist with one hand and the six-fold glass screen next to him with the other. Like a girl with little feet, he took small steps, moved to the wooden emissary bit by bit, and picked it up with difficulty. Clothes hanging on it.Put it on yourself clumsily.