After I escaped, he went crazy [Quick Transmigration]

Song Qing, the owner of the young villa, brought someone back from the Dragon Subduing Formation.

But little is known about this.

Song Qing carried the man behind her back, quietly walked back to Jueqing Villa through another path in the formation, and then placed the unconscious man in her courtyard.

When the maid Xiaotao lit the lamp, Song Qing finally saw the whole picture of the man she rescued.The Tsing Yi of Zhentian Gate, which was originally full of blood, has been replaced, and the person on the bed is only wearing a snow-white obscene clothes.

Xiaotao wiped off the blood on his face with clean water, his handsome but pale face was a bit fragile under the flickering lights, as if sculpted by a god.

"What a handsome son." Xiao Tao couldn't help but sigh softly.She turned her head, her eyes sparkled with curiosity: "Master, is he from Zhentianmen?"

Song Qing glanced at the blood-stained Tsing Yi beside her, and frowned slightly, "It should be."

Moreover, I am afraid that he is still a very important disciple to Fu Jinglei.

In the face of his fatal blow just now, the surname Fu was able to pay attention to the hiding place of this man. He must be very important to Fu Jinglei.

He waved Xiao Tao to get up, sat on the edge of the bed, took out the man's hand from under the quilt, and gently clasped it on the other's veins.

What he held was a very beautiful hand.It has the broadness of a man, but the joints are distinct, and there is a slight coolness between the knuckles.

Inexplicably, Song Qing only felt her heart beat faster again.It's really strange, just now when he saw this man for the first time, it was as if he had been plucked at his heartstrings for no reason.

Distraught.

Song Qing came back to her senses and suppressed all her thoughts.He put the man's hand back on the bed, and then gently closed the quilt for him, but his brows frowned even tighter.

No, this man has no internal strength.

He is not from the rivers and lakes!

A man so good-looking followed Fu Jinglei, wearing the Tsing Yi of Zhentianmen, and when Fu Jinglei was dying, he still remembered him...

Song Qing was full of doubts in her heart, but before she had time to think about it, someone knocked on the door suddenly.Xiaotao quickly trotted to the door, knowing that Song Qing didn't want people to find out that the person on the bed existed, so she half-closed the door.

After a while, she closed the door and came back, only to say that it was Song Yunfei who sent someone to ask Song Qing to discuss matters in the hall.

Song Qing glanced at the pale and handsome face on the bed from the corner of her eye, and could only tell Xiao Tao to stay here and guard him.

The four big characters "Tai Shang Wang Qing" hang high on the beam.

As soon as Song Qing entered the hall, she saw Song Yunfei with his hands behind his back, looking up at the plaque handed down by their Song family.

"father."

"My son is here, sit here." Seeing him coming, Song Yunfei beckoned him to sit down.

In fact, Song Yunfei asked him to come to inquire about the night raid on Zhentianmen tonight.Hearing that Fu Jinglei was stabbed by his sword and fell behind the cliff, Song Yunfei just sighed.

Whether this Fu Jinglei is alive or dead, I am afraid that the new prince He Lanyu behind him will not give up.Now that the old crown prince He Lanjia's presence at their Heartless Villa has been leaked, how can this He Lanyu let them go?

Song Yunfei never imagined that he would put all the lives of more than 300 people in the Unfeeling Villa in danger because he missed the brother-sister friendship for a while.

Song Qing naturally saw that his father was worried, but now there was nothing he could do except to comfort him.

Fortunately, they also have the Subduing Dragon Formation in the Unfeeling Villa, which is enough to block all incoming enemies.

The two father and son chatted for a while, but in the end they died without a problem.But when Song Qing was about to leave, Song Yunfei stopped him: "Did my son find anything unusual in the formation tonight?"

Song Qing's body froze unconsciously, but it was fleeting. He turned around and said with a smile: "No, don't worry, Dad. The one named Fu has fallen into the cliff, and I have asked the guards in the village to lock them up in the dungeon for the rest of the prisoners. ,everything is fine."

Song Yunfei twirled his beard and nodded: "Okay."

Master Song Shaozhuang, who rarely lied, dared not look at his father anymore, so he could only speed up his pace and return to his courtyard as soon as possible.

When he entered the room, Xiao Tao was already dozing off while sitting at the Eight Immortals table.The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, and he just went over to tap the table to wake up his maid, and let her go back to rest.

He himself takes care of the person in the bed.

Xiaotao didn't dare to agree at first, but in the end he deliberately lowered his face, and the 16-year-old girl stuck out her tongue and listened to her master.

The night outside is as cool as water, and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.The whole night of fighting and killing finally came to an end at this moment, returning to silence.

Song Qing came to the bedside lightly, and looked at the unconscious man carefully by a lamp by the bedside.The candlelight cast a layer of soft light on everything, he just stared at this face, but the lake in his heart seemed to be starting to ripple.

The startled glimpse in the formation, the man's demeanor like the frost and snow in winter, seems to be engraved in the deep memory.

Song Qing thought, who is this person?In Zhentianmen, a Jianghu sect, there is such a peerless person?

He leaned against the bed, feeling drowsy gradually. When his thoughts were chaotic, some rumors about Zhentianmen and Fu Jinglei slowly flashed through his mind...

Rumor has it that Fu Jinglei is almost married but has never married a wife, because Gein only likes men...

Rumor has it that there are many beautiful men raised in Tiantian Gate...

All kinds of complicated thoughts kept rushing up in her head, but Song Qing closed her eyes little by little, and just fell asleep lying on the bedside.

next day

Song Qing, who is always used to waking up at five o'clock on weekdays, opened her eyes slightly when the sky was slightly white, but last night's posture lying on the bedside made his hands and feet numb.

"Who are you?" A cold male voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Song Qing raised her head, and saw that the person who was still in a coma on the bed last night was sitting up straight now, with a pair of star eyes staring at him coldly.

Seeing the strong guard in the other party's eyes, Song Qing hurriedly said: "I'm Song Qing, this is the Unfeeling Villa."

The other party frowned immediately when they heard the Rueqing Villa. Song Qing was afraid that he would misunderstand, and immediately explained: "Young master, don't worry, I rescued you back, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

He thought, this person might have been frightened in the battle. He had checked last night. Although this person was covered in blood, he was not injured at all. Someone must have protected him.

Inexplicably, Song Qing thought of Fu Jinglei.The one who kept this person unharmed should be the ruthless Master of Tiantian Sect.

The young man on the bed locked his eyes tightly like a falcon, as if he was looking at him in the dark.

Song Qing met his eyes.For a moment, he quickly turned his face away.

The son's eyes were like a bottomless vortex, just looking at him like this made him feel hot for no reason.As if she was out of luck after practicing kung fu, Song Qing's whole body screamed for danger.

Should be doing something else.

Song Qing's eyes wandered, and she said casually, "My lord, are you thirsty? Let me pour you a glass of water." He got up quickly, but his feet were a little numb because he sat and slept last night, so he staggered when he walked .

From the perspective of the people behind him, the young owner of the Unfeeling Villa seemed a little... dumb.

Song Qing quickly poured a glass of water and brought it to him, "My lord, please."

The man stared at the transparent liquid in the cup, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the face in front of him, which was more beautiful than a woman, as if weighing it in his heart.In the end, he half inspected and half ordered to raise his jaw slightly, signaling Song Qing to send the water forward.

This person seems to be born accustomed to being served by others, even the small act of drinking water requires someone to feed it to his mouth.

Song Qing didn't care about it at all, as the owner of the young village, she was doing what a maid would do, carefully feeding the man and drinking water.

The two heads approached slowly, so close that they could fully share the breath in each other's noses. Song Qing quietly looked at the other's bullying Saixue skin, feeling like being scratched by a cat's paw——

It's so itchy.

Soon the glass of water bottomed out.

Song Qing reluctantly withdrew her hand. Seeing that the man's vigilance had dropped a little, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, I don't know how to address you?"

The man pondered for a moment before replying: "My surname is Yu, and my single name is... Jin."

Yu Jin.

Song Qing recited these two words silently several times in her heart before opening her mouth carefully: "Young Master Yu, please forgive me for taking the liberty. When I rescued you last night, I found that you have no internal strength. You are in Tiantian Gate... "

He didn't ask for the latter words, but a gleam flashed in Yu Jin's eyes, and soon, he pursed his lips, and said indifferently: "Master Song Shaozhuang, Yu really has no internal strength, and he is just an idler in Zhentianmen. .”

An idler who can let the head of the door, Fu Jinglei, take him to the battle, and still remember the moment of life and death?

The rumors about Zhentianmen revived in her mind before going to bed last night, Song Qing stared at this cold and handsome face, feeling inexplicably tense in her heart.

Could this Yu Jin belong to Fu Jinglei...

An absurd but almost reasonable guess gradually took shape in her mind, Song Qing's heart suddenly fell down, and he looked at Yu Jin with complicated eyes.

"Young Master Yu, forgive me for taking the liberty to ask what is your relationship with Fu Jinglei?"

Yu Jin remained silent, as if he was observing Song Qing's expression, and after a long while, he asked quietly, "Master Shao, what do you think is my relationship with Fu Jinglei?"

Song Qing's hands were clenched into fists unconsciously, his nails piercing his heart achingly, he let go of his hands again, and said hoarsely: "It is rumored that there are so many masters in Tiantianmen, and all the sects are top-notch experts, only... "

He suddenly stopped, and seeing that Yu Jin's expression was normal, he bit the bullet and continued: "Only those who are favored by Fu Jinglei in the backyard..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Yu Jin's pupils shrank slightly, as if he was angry, Song Qing hurriedly explained: "Young Master Yu, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to belittle you. Young Master Yu, you are so strong, I think it must be that Fu forced on you."

A look of surprise flashed in Yu Jin's eyes, but he quickly suppressed him. He just turned his face and said in a cold voice, "Master Shao, although I hate that dog thief named Fu. But now I'm in trouble." In your hands, whether it is killing or cutting, it is up to you."

"Young Master Yu, don't misunderstand!" Song Qing was a little anxious, "Since I rescued you from the Dragon Subduing Formation, I naturally didn't mean to hurt you."

"Besides, Fu Jinglei has been wounded by my sword and fell into the cliff. Now his life and death are unknown. You can rest assured to rest with me, and the rest can be discussed in the future."

What he said was sincere, and the coldness in Yu Jin's eyebrows finally eased a little.He bowed his head slightly, and his tone was still somewhat alienated, "Then there will be Master Lao Shaofang."

Seeing that this man was less vigilant and showed a little human touch, Song Qing couldn't help but feel a little bit secretly happy.

He couldn't tell whether it was because Mr. Yu also regarded Fu Jinglei as an enemy, or because he was willing to agree to stay here to recuperate.

Song Qing couldn't help raising the corner of her mouth, "Master Yu, do you still need water? I'll pour you some."

Of course he didn't know, when he smiled lightly, his brows and eyes seemed to be hidden for the whole spring, lively and fragrant.In the eyes of other men, this appearance is a bit more vivid than the most beautiful woman, and it makes people's hearts flutter.

Yu Jin's eyes darkened a bit, he took in the beautiful scenery in front of his eyes, but said in a hoarse voice: "Then... trouble the young master."

Song Qing felt extremely happy, and he went back to the Eight Immortals table, poured another glass of water and brought it to the bedside.

"Young Master Yu, come."

He still stretched out his hand to bring the cup in front of Yu Jin, but this time, the man on the bed who was as cold as snow offered his hand.

Suddenly, the outstretched hand seemed to touch Song Qing's hand unintentionally.

The fingers that he had scrutinized last night, heavy or light, stroked the back of his hand, causing trembling and numbness.

It was very hot.

Song Qing just felt that Yu Jin's fingers seemed to caress not his hand, but...

his heart.

Unable to stop a slight tremor all over, Song Qing's body felt strange and dry, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.He hurriedly raised his eyes, only to see a pair of deep and dark pupils.

That gaze was wild and domineering, like the sharpest sword, when the sword came over, it stripped off his layers of clothing, making him naked in front of people with no difficulty, with nothing to hide.

Since Song Qing stepped into the arena as a teacher, no less than a hundred martial arts swordsmen have come to challenge him. Every time he defends against the enemy, he is always calm.He has never been afraid of any opponent.

However, now such a "weak man" who has no internal strength at all has a pair of eyes that he dare not look directly at, it's too scary, but it's too... seductive.

Song Qing turned her face to the side, trying to hide the throbbing in her heart.

"Master Yu, please."

He insisted on maintaining his usual tone, but the tail trembled slightly, which betrayed his little thought.

Master Song Shaozhuang, who had never been touched by love, had blushing cheeks at this moment, and the touch of spring in his eyebrows and eyes was more touching than the peach blossoms in full bloom outside the house.

The man sitting on the bed took the cup in his hand, "gudong", and swallowed the contents into his throat in one gulp.He stared straight at the stunning beauty in front of him, like a tiger descending from the mountain, when he was hungry, he caught sight of the sweetest prey. He hid in the jungle, waiting for the opportunity to move, ready to kill the opponent at any time...

Swallow it alive and disassemble it into the stomach.

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