Self-inflicted self-inflicted self-inflicted villain [Quick Transmigration]

On the majestic stone gate, a unique coat of arms is engraved, as if to show power and strength.

People say that martial arts is no longer martial arts.

The era of freedom and idleness has passed, and the entire rivers and lakes have become a battlefield between good and evil.

Return to the Wulin League.Otherwise, they are lackeys of the Demon Cult.

Between black and white, the space that can coexist no longer exists.

The young overlord of martial arts is in the era created by himself, which makes people admire and fear.

The man in the brown clothes looked at the huge stone standing outside the stone gate, and the flying and phoenix-flavored 'magic' character written on it was cut off by a sword.Very powerful sight.

"What are you looking at, do something quickly!"

The middle-aged man next to him patted him, and the young man shrank his neck and said with a smile, "Um, haha, the Wulin League really lives up to its reputation."

The middle-aged man gave him a blank look, and handed him a broom, "Stop talking nonsense, clean it up within an hour, or you won't be able to eat." He turned to look at the guard not far away, "Look at him and don't let him be lazy."

The young man wailed and stopped talking.

Satisfied with the young man who began to sweep the floor seriously, the middle-aged man turned and walked away.

"Big brother, big brother," the young man looked at the two guards at the door, his faces were so disgraceful that he couldn't tell, "what's your surname."

Unsurprisingly there was no answer.

"Don't be so stern, just smile more. I actually came to the Wulin League to sweep the floor, it's like a dream! Let me tell you, I was accidentally caught by someone before, ah, that uncle who just brought me here, I was beaten as a thief, and I told him that my dying wish was to go to the Wulin League, and then I got this job! You say..."

The two guards remained expressionless, acting as door gods.

"Look at you, you are so serious every day," the young man leaned forward, pinching the face of one of the guards, as if he was doing research, "Come, smile at me kindly..."

The knife was drawn.

The young man took several steps back abruptly.

"I'm sorry! Actually, I just found out..." The young man's tone was quite fast at this time, "I turned out to be a chatterbox when I was hungry."

"..." One of the guards turned his head away.

"That... everyone will be colleagues from now on... that... can I find something to eat. I, I promise to be back soon!"

"No." The guard spoke for the first time.

"Why don't you go with me? To be honest, I'm still a little scared by myself..."

……

Ten minutes later, a figure with a broom looking around appeared in the Wulin League.

'wipe!It's so hard to fool a watchdog these days! 'That's right, this person is Si Zhuo.Wearing rough clothes, with some dust on his face, and a slightly hunched body, he is officially released as an image that will definitely be drowned by the crowds on the street.

It's really annoying to find a protagonist in this big death house.

Scratching his hair, he fell forward in a standard left leg stumbling right leg posture, glanced at the indifferent attendant, and sighed inwardly.

'It seems that they are not locked up near here. Grinning his teeth, he got up and smashed the broom on the ground to discourage himself. Si Zhuo thought secretly, "That broken protagonist won't be sick again..."

In the empty room, the sound of panting stirred up the ambiguous air.The man in dark red was lying on the bed, panting heavily.The thin body trembled, and the welts and bruises engraved on it were like carefully carved decorations, inexplicably bewitching.

A low and hoarse groan overflowed from his throat, his half-closed eyes looked at the void, his body subconsciously rubbed against the bed, his delicate face was blurred by the red tide.

Clutching his chest, it seemed to be in great pain.

aroma.

Why is there no fragrance.

So sad.

Can't breathe.

With a low sobbing sound like a kitten, the man propped himself up, knelt and climbed a few steps, and fell off the bed.

The body hit the ground, the knees and elbows were scraped, and blood flowed out.

But he didn't seem to notice it, his bruised knees knelt on the ground again, as if he was begging someone for forgiveness.

This is what Si Zhuo saw when he entered the room.

Walking up to him quickly, before he could say anything, he was hugged fiercely.

Feeling the breath on the side of his neck, Si Zhuo didn't want to say anything anymore.

The thin body that hugged her tightly was trembling slightly, it was because of joy.

aroma.

came back.

Si Zhuo, who has been forced to live in the shadow of that incense these days, is inevitably contaminated with the smell.

While avoiding the action of this guy tearing his clothes and fumbling around, he was thinking about his next move.

Hello!Can this thing poked on my stomach be broken off!

You still poke!

Don't think that you are the main character...

Si Zhuo's face was dark, and he was about to discuss with this guy #【哔】地方和时间的选择问题# when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Caught alive."

An emotionless voice sounded, and Si Zhuo rolled his eyes inwardly as he looked at the crowd of men in black who appeared in the room instantly.

I knew it would be so.

He picked up Xi Jing who was still licking and sniffing, and walked towards the door like no one else.

Perhaps Si Zhuo's movements were too natural, and no one stopped him for a while.

But the man in black who came back to his senses soon wanted to step forward and grab him.

Si Zhuo stopped in his tracks, looked sideways at the man in white who was standing at the door and watched coldly, and smiled.

"Ouyang Zixuan. We meet again after a long absence, but we can make progress."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room was frighteningly oppressive.

Ouyang Zixuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze was like a dagger, and he looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly.

Clothes of coarse cloth, his face was stained with ashes, making it impossible to distinguish his face.

"I saved your life, but you look at me with such eyes." The man's voice lowered, "It seems that you have forgotten those lessons."

He took a step forward, "I don't mind reminding you...with your body."

The faces of the people in black around them were exceptionally exciting.

The leader is calm.

They could almost foresee the bloody scenes that would follow.

Ah, the leader walked towards him.Going to kill.

Ah, the lord raised his arm.Definitely going to kill someone.

Ah, the leader wiped the dust off his face with his sleeve.Uh, maybe it was to see the face of the person he was about to kill.

Ah, the lord has thrown aside the person he was holding in his arms.Sure enough, it was for the convenience of killing him.

Ah, the leader hugged him. …etc.

Ah, the lord hugged him and didn't let go. …what happened.

Ah, the leader hugged him and smiled shyly without letting go. …Hello!

Leader!Are you OK!

The shouts of the Shadow Guards were no longer heard.

"You're back." Ouyang Zixuan let go of him, with a smile on his face.He who hasn't smiled for a long time, this faint smile is a bit blunt.Thinking of the way she hugged him just now, her cheeks blushed unconsciously, with a bit of shyness.

"I've been waiting for you to come back." He seemed to be talking to himself, "From now on, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Ouyang Zixuan's voice was very soft, and he lowered his head to cover his aggressive eyes.

finally.Finally home.

I will take good care of you.

Si Zhuo.

The author has something to say: Ouyang Zixuan (blush): I hugged him... so many people are watching o(*////▽////*)q

Xi Jing (crying): ...Sir...you don't want me anymore...

Si Zhuo (covering his face): Ouyang Zixuan, you are enough!If you want to be an iceberg, you have to do it to the end!And you Xi Jing!If you cry again, I will [beep] until you can't cry!

Ouyang Zixuan (biting his lips): If the leader wishes, I will work hard.

Xi Jing (undressing): Sir...I want to...

Xing Si (with no expression on his face): The leader.The body of the subordinate belongs to the leader.

Ao Yue (snorting coldly): Whore.Get out of this seat's sight.

Si Zhuo (covering his face): Is it too late to die now...

Author: Cough cough~ Poor king~ I will be scolded again #滚出攻圈#~~ But don’t laugh if your rival is a lord who shakes M~ You fake white lotus should think about how to hide that black and black Let's go inside~~huh~