Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

Ever since Lu Ming got up in the morning, he felt that Ji and his emotions were not right.

Generally speaking, if two people sleep on the same bed, if they don't fall asleep together at night, then it is impossible to get up at the same time in the morning.

Not to mention there is Lu Ming who has severe difficulty getting up.

If there was ever one of them lying in bed, it was him.Even in the few times they had been intimate before, when Ji He snoozes for a while because of exhaustion, the deer cry will definitely continue to delay with his wake-up time.

However, today he slept with his butt up until daylight, heard the sound of gurgling water outside, and the occasional bird song or two. Cool skin.

Lu Ming immediately opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that Ji He was still sleeping next to him, in a very quiet sleeping position, with his eyes tightly closed, wrapped around him in a big quilt, breathing long and often, sniffing his nose from time to time.

Lu Ming breathed lightly for a moment, and took his hand back. He turned his head and looked at Ji He for a while, the room was still a little dark, and the tassels on the curtain swayed slightly, casting a shallow shadow on Ji He's face.

He lay back to his original position in silence, staring at the curtain above his head, and then pulled the quilt over his waist.

After the subdued, Ji He still hadn't woken up, he turned his head again and put his hand on his cool forehead to make sure that he wasn't sick, Lu Ming frowned, and the look in his eyes gradually deepened, he could only hear the birds chirping outside. With the sound of wind and running water, the gauze paper on the window gradually revealed a clear light.

At this time they were walking in the deep snow-covered forest, no one spoke, their feet rustled softly, the sparse branches were covered with white snow, revealing a ring of cold white light in the sky.

Lu Ming took a step or two behind Jihe, looked at his back, and suddenly said, "Jihe."

Ji He paused, hesitated for a second before turning around: "What?"

Lu Ming looked at him and smiled: "It's nothing. I just called you."

Ji He moved his lips, didn't say anything, and finally just muttered "Idle", and then turned back.

I don't know how many steps I walked, and one tree trunk after another was frozen by snow, Lu Ming said again: "Jihe."

Jihe looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

Lu Ming smiled with his hands behind his back: "It's okay. I like to call you."

Ji He took a deep breath, his eyebrows twitched lightly, as if resisting some kind of impulse, he turned around again.

The sun in the sky was extremely weak, emitting an almost blue-white cold light. A branch bent by the snow was hanging low in the air, blocking the way. Jihe stretched out his hand to flick it, and a handful of white snow "slapped" to the ground. A gust of snow and mist splashed, and Lu Ming spoke his name for the third time from behind: "Ji He."

"..."

Ji He turned around and stared at him with a fierce light in his eyes: "If you have nothing to say, I will..."

Lu Ming said: "If you feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me."

Ji He was taken aback for a moment.

Lu Ming stepped on the thick snow and walked to his side, and the clothes of the two touched each other, forming a wrinkled line.

He stretched out his hand to touch Ji He's fingertips, it was slightly cold with a hint of chill, Ji He seemed to be subconsciously withdrawing his hand after being frozen, but Lu Ming didn't give him a chance to dodge, and grabbed his hand, The strength was a bit strong, Jihe struggled a bit in pain, Lu Ming directly grabbed his waist, led him back, and then pressed Jihe against a tall tree trunk behind him.

Ji He raised his eyes to look at him, his clear eyes revealed struggling emotions, but Lu Ming's face was rarely expressionless, the place where he was holding his hand was tightened, his eyes were deep like water: "Did you see that?" What happened, or what you heard, if there is, don't be influenced by those things."

"..." Ji He stared at him fixedly, then lowered his eyes again, "No, I haven't heard anything, please let me go."

Lu Ming held his hand tightly, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not forcing you, what I mean is that if you feel unhappy, you can tell me, don't hold it in your heart."

Jihe raised his eyes and saw that his face was pale from the cold, he breathed out cloud after cloud of white air while speaking, Jihe moved his lips, and said softly: "It's really nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night, I had a nightmare and couldn't get out for a while."

Lu Ming watched his expression carefully: "Really?"

Ji He nodded at him: "...really. Don't worry."

Lu Ming looked at him, sighed suddenly, and then slowly let go of the hand that was restraining him. Ji He was relieved, he broke away from him, turned around and walked over. Before he could carry it out, he ran away and stretched out his hand: "Hey, don't go, I haven't said you want it yet—"

Ji He was walking in front, and when he saw him following up, he suddenly started to play something, and ran in small steps. Seeing this, Lu Ming was even more unceremonious, and he opened his clothes and chased after him. The two chased each other in the icy and snowy forest. Hide, go around the trunk, shake off a few snow-covered dead leaves, and leave a series of messy footprints on the snow.

Luming leaned close to Jihe's chest, pinned him on a thick tree trunk, hugged him with both hands, and said with a smile, "You are hiding from me on purpose, aren't you? You are expecting me to chase you."

Ji He turned his head away, and his slightly messy breath blew in his ears: "That's right, stop being so sentimental."

Lu Ming hugged him and didn't let go, smelling the soft and clean breath on his body, he simply buried his head in his shoulder: "I know you don't like these things, in order to get the plot, you are always running around with me, the key is this The plot has nothing to do with us."

Ji He leaned against him and sighed softly: "Who told us not to be the protagonists? We live in other people's stories every day."

Lu Ming closed his eyes, and his voice was muffled in the fabric: "I promise you, I will take you out of here after all the plots are over, and let's go to another place and live a peaceful life."

"..."

Hearing his vague voice, Ji He almost burst into tears for a moment. He knew that this promise was also vague, and there was no possibility of fulfilling it, but he didn't want to spoil the current atmosphere, so he stretched out his hand and hugged him back: "... ...Well. I am happy no matter where I am with you."

Lu Ming raised his head, stared straight at him, and suddenly leaned over to kiss him, and said in a low voice, "Then you promise me one thing."

Ji He asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Ming looked at him, the smile in his eyes deepened, his voice became deeper and deeper, as if rolling over a piece of gravel: "Not now, after we go back. Promise me first."

Jihe rolled his eyes suspiciously.

Lu Ming grabbed his hands, put them in his palms and shook them: "Promise me."

Jihe: "..."

He saw the flash of light in his eyes, and felt that something was not good. Before he could speak, the tips of his ears turned red, and he managed to calm down and said, "...OK."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly passed behind, bringing a biting chill, and piles of snow fell from the branches, and snow and fog flew around the two of them for a while.

Lu Ming drew his sword out of its sheath instantly, and said sharply, "Who?!"

Ji He also narrowed his eyes vigilantly, put his hand on the hilt of the fluttering sword, and looked around, the surroundings were all blurred with pure white, and the flying snow mist seemed to envelop a huge net around them. All the trees in the room are gone.

No sound could be heard, not even the chirping of birds. The two of them stood in the same place, in a vast expanse of whiteness, as if something was gradually approaching.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, Lu Ming and Ji He were leaning back to back, each standing with their swords in their hands, unexpectedly they were suddenly attacked by a monster, as if they couldn't see their close relationship, but before they could sigh, a drop of water fell from the branch , with a "click", Lu Ming seemed to sense something and pulled out Qing Lian without a trace of hesitation——

The next moment, the dense fog around was torn apart, and the vision was suddenly clear. A winding red line leaked out from the ground at some point, and many criss-crossing branches emerged from the line like blood vessels, quickly extending towards this side.

"Shua!" With a sound, Lu Ming swung his sword and chopped it down.

The fierce sword energy forced the underground red line to stop for a moment, flashing a dazzling crimson light, but the winding branch line showed signs of disappearing.

Seeing this, Jihe swung his sword and slashed towards him. At the same time, he made a formula in his hand to transform into a tumbling spiritual flow. He looked at this spiritual flow, and his mouth moved. The accumulated snow suddenly trembled, turned into a stream of water and was summoned, gurgling into the tumbling spiritual stream.

A gust of wind passed by, and the red line was trembling endlessly from the sword energy of the two men. The crimson light became shallower and wider, but its width became thicker and thicker. Lu Ming poured all his spiritual power into his palm, and the pure white spirit flowed along the hilt of the sword. The patterns flowed onto the blade, he raised his arm slightly, and slashed down vigorously!

The turbulent sword energy split the mountains and the sea, and the red line was cut into several pieces, as if the broken rubber bands scattered in all directions. Lu Ming stared at the ground tightly, and before he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly smelled a faint The smell of blood, he frowned, feeling wrong, but it was too late——

A gust of cold wind passed through the forest, and the scattered red lines instantly became several times thicker, like a pool of red ink flowing together, forming a large area of ​​pollution, and then the ground flashed coldly, and the next moment, a rich red light shot directly into the sky!

Luming and Jihe were surrounded by a high and turbulent red wall, all the leaves were wrapped in and rolled endlessly, but they seemed to be in the eye of a typhoon, standing quietly without any influence.

Lu Ming turned around, and just about to say something, he saw the white spiritual flow in Jihe's hands getting bigger and bigger, streams of snow water gathered from the branches of every tree, penetrated the red wall and melted into the spiritual flow , Jihe looked at it without blinking, put his lips together up and down, and uttered a mantra, the spiritual flow gradually left his palm, expanded in all directions, and at the same time emitted a dazzling white light, forming a ball The pure white aura penetrated when it hit the red wall, pushing back the strong red color a bit.

It is like a natural purifier, completely absorbing the red light and disappearing, and the surrounding scenery gradually becomes clear, but after a while, all the red light disappears, the melodious birdsong breaks into the ears, the spiritual flow begins to shrink, and finally It turned into a pool of dirty snow and splashed on the ground.

The forest was quiet again, Ji He withdrew his hand, was about to breathe a sigh of relief, and asked what kind of monster it was, but Lu Ming stood where he was, but whispered in his ear: "Don't move. Something is wrong."

Ji He was stunned for a moment, and Lu Ming looked into the depths of the woods solemnly. There seemed to be a familiar smell at the end of the ice and snow, which he could often smell when he was still wearing the blood ring. The breath of the fingertips.