I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Five years ago, Jiang Xing came to the bustling city from a remote desert.

The suitcase is very old and full of scratches, but there is no stain at all. No matter how tired I was on the road, I didn't forget to wipe it from time to time.

He was wearing a ginger-yellow striped T-shirt and dark green suspender jeans, which were loose and casual, and were incompatible with the stiff suits that he walked on the financial street in the city.

Because of the rain, the trousers were rolled up a bit, the ankles were wrapped under the leather of the work boots, and the calf lines were smooth and soft.

The boots were old and well brushed from his work on the Hope Farm.This makes him look energetic and decent.

It is not the dignity of wearing fancy clothes, but the dignity of those who take life seriously and face all the unknown challenges in the future.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a thunderstorm from time to time, and it rained cats and dogs.

Jiang Xing hid from the rain under the eaves at the entrance of the coffee shop. The sweet aroma of freshly baked hot chocolate penetrated his nose, and his stomach groaned in protest.

He frowned in distress, turning the map in his hand back and forth, with streets interspersed and intersected in all directions, but he couldn't find the direction he was going to.

"It's too troublesome..." He sighed in a low voice, and didn't bother to think about where he went wrong. He sat on the suitcase and looked into the rain with his chin propped up.

The rain rolled down the eaves, dripping not far from him.

The sudden shower disrupted the pace of pedestrians, and the ladies wearing wide-brimmed top hats went shopping in a panic and ran into their cars. Vendors selling newspapers and cigarettes gathered at the door of the shop, lamenting that today's business would be ruined again.

Not to mention the employees shuttling between the various company buildings, holding the materials and scolding while running.

Everyone complained after getting wet in the rain, except Jiang Xing.

He was the only one sitting there peacefully, with wet hair obviously, pitiful as a drowned chicken, but seemed to be outside the secular world.The toes are bit by bit, beating the beat with the rainstorm, and the heels of the boots tap the rhythm on the ground.

Suddenly, Jiang Xing looked aimlessly at the corner of the street, and found another figure who was out of place.

The man didn't hold an umbrella, and he walked happily in the rain. The hurried pedestrians ran past him. According to their personality, they had to scold a couple of lunatics and don't get in the way. However, those mortals seemed to be unable to see this man, and they all walked beside him tacitly. Go around and leave a one-meter vacuum.

Someone would rather step on a puddle under the curb than go near him.

Jiang Xing stopped on his toes, and happened to meet the man's eyes.

The noise of the rain also seemed to be muted.

At that moment, Jiang Xing couldn't care less about looking at the person's appearance and clothing, his mind went blank, and he could only stare blankly at those eyes that seemed to embrace the sea.

The vast and quiet blue, the misty people.

The meeting of eyes seems to be an illusion.The man kept his eyes straight, showed no empathy for the noise and panic around him, and walked towards Jiang Xing at his original pace.

Jiang Xing's eyes were so glued to him that he couldn't leave, and followed his steps from left to right until he saw the satchel with the school badge printed on the back of the man.

"Hello! Wait a minute!" Jiang Xing got up and ran into the rain curtain. Seeing that the man didn't respond, he pulled the hem of his clothes anxiously.

Finally, there was Jiang Xing's shadow in those blue eyes.

Jiang Xing covered his eyes from the rain with his palms, and asked shyly, "Are you a senior at University A? I'm a freshman and I haven't found my way yet."

The man's face was serious, his eyes lightly passed over Jiang Xing's eyebrows, and he said flatly: "Come with me."

Jiang Xing brows happily, "I'll take the box!"

There was a row of umbrellas for sale in front of the coffee shop, which were extremely expensive due to the heavy rain. Jiang Xing gritted his teeth and bought a big umbrella, thinking about how his senior was getting wet in the rain.

Turning around, the senior continued to walk forward without waiting for him at all.

Jiang Xing chased after him, holding an umbrella between the two of them with one hand, the rain dripped down his chin, but he was not embarrassed.

"Senior," he smiled shyly, "My name is Jiang Xing."

"Wen Ling."

Wen Ling's pace was slow, Jiang Xing naturally couldn't walk in front of the other party, and he didn't dare to urge this seemingly uneasy senior, so he dragged his suitcase and awkwardly opened an umbrella to follow beside him.

The senior obviously didn't intend to help him take things down.

After turning two blocks, the flag of the university was shaking in the wind and rain, and Jiang Xing's eyes lit up.

However, to his embarrassment, his empty stomach protested again.

Wen Ling blinked slowly, and turned to Jiang Xing slowly, as if wondering why there was a strange sound.

Jiang Xing was drenched in the rain and his whole body was icy cold, but now his heart beat faster, his face flushed, and he said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry..."

Unexpectedly, Wen Ling actually asked, "What's the sound?"

Jiang Xing covered his face and whispered, "I'm hungry..."

The senior squinted his eyes, seemingly puzzled, "What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Xing: "Huh?"

Wen Ling didn't speak any more, and pointed to a hot dog shop in front of the school, then left under the umbrella and walked into the rain.

Jiang Xing was stunned, but the senior who welcomed the new students ran over with an umbrella and dragged Jiang Xing into the school service center.

He turned his head, and Wen Ling's figure had disappeared.

This memory was shown to the audience in the live broadcast room in the form of picture-in-picture, and everyone was gnashing their teeth with soreness.

【The star cub is partial to the male lead, right? Do ordinary people imagine such a rich background when reading novels?】

【Isn’t it just a pretty schoolboy? It’s nothing if I don’t have it/Lemon】

[Wen Ling's bad temper is really consistent (smiling and clenching fists)

Wen Ling recalled the scene when she first met Jiang Xing, and couldn't help tightening her arms, imprisoning Jiang Xing even deeper in her arms.

Obviously I saw that different young man in the rain, why didn't I drag him into the sea and hide him?

Jiang Xing buried his head on Wen Ling's shoulder, his eyes were clear, and a smile flashed across his face.

If Senior Wen Ling was so fixed-eyed, how could he make eye contact with him who was sitting at the entrance of the store?

Jiang Xing was injured and had a fever, and soon fell asleep exhausted.

Wen Ling stuffed Jiang Xing into the quilt with his tentacles, and got up to get out of the tent.

It was still dark, Wen Ling picked out a burning firewood from the fire and walked to the battlefield just now.

Pots are broken, cactus flowers are covered with dirt and petals are broken.Wen Ling stopped in her tracks, and bent over to pick it up after a while.

He couldn't tell why he would touch this fragile plant again. It was obvious that the flower Jiang Xing wanted to see had already ended.

But Wen Ling has always been straight-minded, since his heart drives him to do it, then it doesn't matter if he does it.He was born to do whatever he wanted.In his opinion, human thinking and worldliness are nothing more than children's play.

The cactus ball was only slightly injured, and it was still alive after going back to raise it.He picked out a piece of porcelain that was barely complete and kept his eyes on the ground.

found it.

The basilisk licked the blood around it just now.

Wen Ling rubbed the dirt with his fingers expressionlessly and sniffed it lightly.

It is Jiang Xing's unique sweet fragrance, which is already very weak, without any breath of evil spirits.

Jiang Xing does not belong to any god.This realization made Wen Ling's face slightly pale, but the mystery has not been solved yet.

Why is the basilisk obsessed with Jiang Xing's blood?And the reaction after licking the blood is so like those pagans who were injected with venom by the snake in the last story of "Desert Snake"?

Wen Ling reconfirmed that there was absolutely no power in the blood, and temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart.

As long as the matter of the box is resolved and Jiang Xing is brought back to the deep sea, the matters on land will have nothing to do with him at all.

The next day was still a fine day, the golden light illuminated the campsite, and tourists started cooking breakfast in twos and threes.

Jiang Xing's body was covered with mucus, he didn't sleep well, and when he woke up, his muscles were sore.

They were attacked by a basilisk yesterday, then what?

Injured, bleeding and semi-conscious... Jiang Xing's face suddenly changed, and his fingers tightened his grip on the blanket.

He was carried into the tent by Wen Ling, and his wound was touched by some kind of cold and slippery monster, followed by a chaotic conversation.

The tent was raised, and Wen Ling's cold and handsome face was facing the rising sun, making Jiang Xing shrink back into the depths of the tent unconsciously.

"You—" Jiang Xing's lips trembled, and his eyelids blinked uncontrollably.

Jiang Xing was afraid of him.Wen Ling's good mood suddenly disappeared.He narrowed his eyes and slowly entered the tent.

"how?"

The lack of emotion in the voice made Jiang Xing even more afraid. He shook his head helplessly. Seeing that Wen Ling was getting closer and closer to him, he quickly hid himself in the blanket as if deceiving himself.

Looking at the shivering blanket, Wen Ling lightly twisted her fingertips, and the displeasure just now dissipated a bit.

Jiang Xing's fear also looks cute.Even after waking up and knowing that there was something abnormal about Wen Ling's body, he only knew to hide under the blanket and never thought of running away from him directly.

The blanket was very warm, but Jiang Xing was cold all over, shivering unceasingly.

A dangerous and icy breath enveloped him.

"What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Xing bit his lower lip tightly, his waist was tightly bound by a pair of arms, he whispered, "Don't..."

This weak resistance was completely ignored, Wen Ling hugged him and sat on her lap, and lifted the blanket over Jiang Xing's head.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't have to face Wen Ling's existence.

The cold fingers smoothed out Jiang Xing's ear hair little by little, brushed gently over the tip of his ear, and lingered behind his ear.

"Open your eyes."

Jiang Xing was terribly frightened, but he didn't dare to disobey Wen Ling's order. He opened his eyes tremblingly, his gaze lowered, speechless to avoid it.

Wen Ling raised his chin, and rubbed Jiang Xing's lower lip as punishment, and said in a calm voice, "Look at me."

Jiang Xing instinctively closed his eyes, his watery eyes were full of panic, like a poor lamb that was picked up by wolves and taken into the hole when it was born.

"Study, senior."

His voice was trembling, and he was flattering, "Don't eat me."

Wen Ling didn't expect Jiang Xing to say such a sentence after pondering for a long time, the corners of his lips curled up happily, "Don't eat."

Wen Ling's fair skin turned slightly red, fragile and pitiful.

Wen Ling: "You just had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Jiang Xing's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was comforted by this blatant lie, his fingers let go of the blanket, and he held Wen Ling's wrist, pleading with his eyes, "Really?"

"Yeah." Wen Ling wove casually, "Yesterday you got a fever after watching the cactus. What did you dream about?"

"Yes, is it?" Jiang Xing's body softened, and he leaned against him weakly, "I, I seem to be dreaming, dreaming of a senior..."

Wen Ling raised her eyebrows slightly: "Me?"

"I dreamed that the senior had... tentacles." Jiang Xing couldn't make up his mind for a while, but Wen Ling's image in his heart was too good and stable, and he subconsciously trusted her, "Transparent, invisible."

"Well," Wen Ling stroked his earlobe lightly, such a soft touch gave Jiang Xing a sense of security, "What did I do?"

Jiang Xing recalled Wen Ling's words, his face turned red, and he stopped talking.

Wen Ling was very interested in this topic, "Tell me."

"Senior, put the tentacles..." Jiang Xing bit his lip, unable to speak, "Wrapped around me..."

Wen Ling made a sound like a low laugh, Jiang Xing looked in surprise, seeing a smile on the senior's face for the first time.

"You think I did that to you?"

Jiang Xing was burning all over, and Wen Ling's careless words almost put him on the fire and roasted him. He was obviously the victim in the dream, but now he was thinking wildly, as if he was eager for the senior to do something to him .

"I didn't!" Jiang Xing firmly denied, but there was also a voice in his heart that kept torturing him.It made him feel that the dream was to cut open the valleys in his heart and punish him in public.

Wen Ling stopped teasing him, "Get up."

Jiang Xing stood up from him in embarrassment as if he had been pardoned, and the mucus left on his body now seemed to be sweating because of a fever.

"I, I'm going to change clothes."

Just as Jiang Xing was about to hide inside the tent, Wen Ling suddenly said softly, "Next time if you want to, just tell me directly."

Jiang Xing staggered, not daring to answer.

[Wen Ling actually has this kind of character, is it fun to watch the stars and embarrassment? Anger.jpg]

[I have to say, it's fun]

【I also want!I can! 】

Jiang Xing took advantage of this moment to chat with the audience.

[What did the original hero find in the exorcist's house? 】

[I remember it was a notebook, about the origin of the basilisk]

[And then bravely sent to die? 】

Jiang Xing: "He went to find the basilisk's lair, but he died in it. Sander, who went with him, escaped alive and told the Exorcist Association about the basilisk."

"Then the story ends, and the author didn't write whether the exorcist cleared the monster or was killed back."

[But now the hero is completely wrong]

【The tentacles make me frown】

【Don't think I don't know what you're thinking hehehe】

Jiang Xing snorted, feeling a little embarrassed, "It's my second childhood illness. I always feel that the hero who is so stylish in the novel died too sloppily."

The original name is not because of how exciting its story is, most of the credit is that the technology of the first holographic novel was applied to it, giving all readers a chance to develop their own ideas.

There are also a large number of second-generation movies on Starnet. Everyone comes up with a different hero, ranging from humans to alien creatures. Some people even created a cat empire.

To Jiang Xing, Wen Ling was very similar to Fan Ye to some extent, both were created by Jiang Xing.

It's just that Fan Ye is more like a perfect robot, while Wen Ling has all kinds of annoying problems, such as arrogance and indifference.

The two simply ate breakfast and then drove on the road again.

"The house is not far from here," Jiang Xing glanced at his watch, "It will probably arrive at noon."

"But after so many years, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find clues."

Wen Ling gave a soft "hmm", "Let's take a look first."

Jiang Xing glanced at him, hesitantly said: "I heard from the senior, 'he' is an exorcist?"

"Correct."

Jiang Xing gripped the steering wheel tightly and said nervously: "But the box locked by the exorcist must be very dangerous, right? Senior why..."

Wen Ling: "It's just a liar for fame."

His tone was flat, inexplicably contemptuous.

Jiang Xing didn't speak.From his point of view, since he chose to live in seclusion in a place like Hope Town, how could he be a fame-seeking person?However, no matter how entangled he was, he still had to give in to Wen Ling's needs.

He believes that the senior will not do bad things, and there must be something hidden in the box that is not easy to tell.

At noon, they stopped in front of a deserted house, and Jiang Xing tiptoed to look into the weedy yard, "This is it."

A man-high iron fence was built around the house, the gate was locked, and the curtains inside the house were closed.

There are too many horror legends about the deserted house, Jiang Xing swallowed nervously, "Senior... how do we get in?"

Wen Ling put on leather gloves, grasped the two heavily rusted iron railings with both hands, and broke open a gap that could allow one person to pass through.

Wen Ling clapped her hands, "Wait for me here."

The first principle of horror movies is never to leave alone.

Jiang Xing immediately shook his head and grabbed his clothes, "No."

Seeing Jiang Xing's frightened look, Wen Ling narrowed her eyes happily, "Then let's go in together."

There was a lizard basking in the sun in the yard, and when it heard the movement, it immediately disappeared into the crevice of the stone.

Jiang Xing was led by Wen Ling to walk around the weeds, and finally saw the whole house.

It was a very ordinary wooden house with a big hole in the roof and the wooden door was chipped. Wen Ling grabbed the doorknob and shook it casually twice to destroy the lock cylinder.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the raised dust floated quietly in the sunlight.

"and many more."

Jiang Xing called Wen Ling to stop, and took out two handkerchiefs from his pocket. The fabric was folded flexibly and obediently in his hands, and it turned into a mask after a while.

"Too much gray." Jiang Xing stood on tiptoe and tied the handkerchief behind Wen Ling's ear. The blue and white checkered pattern looked very funny.

After a day of nervousness, Jiang Xing finally couldn't help bursting out laughing, and said against his will: "It's very beautiful."

Wen Ling squeezed his palm, not caring about this little joke.

Wen Ling: "Follow me closely."

The house has two floors on the ground, and the floor height is about [-] meters, which is a bit cramped for the two tall men. Wen Ling almost bumped into the door frame when he entered.

The first floor is the ordinary housing layout, the kitchen and the ingredients that the owner didn't use up when he was alive have been completely shriveled.

The Gobi climate is dry, and there is no peculiar smell in the house, let alone flying insects.Jiang Xing frowned and looked at the dusty dining table. The dry mark in the teacup indicated that the exorcist died quite suddenly.

Compared with Jiang Xing's naked eyes, the world in Wen Ling's eyes is more magical.

The blue spiritual power remained on the knife and fork, which has not dissipated for more than ten years, and there are also thick or light blue shadows on other furniture in the room.

And there is a series of spiritual power footprints on the ground, leading to the second floor.It can only be so bright when the spiritual power is fully activated.It is likely that it was left by the other party before his death.And next to the footprints, followed by a series of large and small blue dots.

It's blood.

Dust covered up the traces on the ground, Wen Ling pulled Jiang Xing past, and followed the footprints to the second floor.

There was no light source on the second floor, and the end of the stairs leading up was hidden in the darkness. Jiang Xing's palms felt cold. Wen Ling immediately changed her hand to hug Jiang Xing's waist after noticing it.

Although he seemed useless like this, Jiang Xing didn't care so much anymore, he dared to open his eyes only a crack, relying on Wen Ling to take him away.

"Lift your feet."

"Oh."

Jiang Xing regained his senses and raised his steps a little higher. The inside of the wooden stairs was probably a little brittle, and there was a creaking sound.

Wen Ling opened the curtains on the corridor on the second floor, and the bright sunlight of the Gobi came in. Jiang Xing finally dared to open his eyes, but he almost cried out in the next second.

A mummy fell to the ground with its hands stretched out to a room in front of it.The whole body is blue, it is the exorcist himself.

Jiang Xing: "If the senior is not here, I must be scared to death."

"will not."

How could Wen Ling understand the twists and turns of human society's speech, let alone what green tea is, so she thought Jiang Xing was really terrified, so she picked him up with one hand so that he could curl up in her arms.

Wen Ling bypassed the mummy and slowly pushed away the room that the man hadn't been able to enter until his death.

It is a study room without windows, and there are bookshelves as high as the walls on three sides. The dense collection of books looks like a small library.

Wen Ling tried to light the kerosene lamp, and it did light up, but the dust was too heavy and the light was weak, which was better than nothing.

Jiang Xing couldn't help being curious at this time, pushed Wen Ling to let him down, and walked carefully to the bookshelf.

""Wilderness Exploration and Research" and "Western Animals"?" Jiang Xing asked puzzled, "They all look ordinary."

The bookshelf Jiang Xing was standing on had weak spiritual power, but the one in front of Wen Ling was visited by the exorcist more often.

Wen Ling took out a thin leather book in the middle, and saw the cover clearly, he knew it clearly.

By the way, "Desert Snake"

Wen Ling walked to the oil lamp, "Wait for me for a while."

Jiang Xing answered casually, as if he was interested in a certain biology book on the shelf.

Wen Ling opened the book, and the first thing that fell out were a few yellowed handwritten notes.The exorcist complained about the xenophobia in Hope Town, and how the temperature here was outrageous.

The second chapter changed the subject and began to record the experience about the sealing technique.

'...I have tried hundreds of ratios, but I have never been able to seal the evil god's touch. Maybe I should find another method...

'desert!I should have thought of that earlier!This is naturally the best place to seal it, I have to find a way to find a suitable medium.

'I bought this book from a local, and the legends in it make me very disturbed... I plan to go and see the local homicide records tomorrow.

'It's hard to say whether the news is good or bad.I found a suitable medium, but its power is not weaker than the evil god's touch, so I decided to take a gamble. '

The notes came to an abrupt end here. Judging from the date of the final signature, this exorcist was the one who sealed Wen Ling's power.Although a tentacle is not worth mentioning to him, the dissatisfaction of being provoked by humans drives him to solve the seal.

The notes say that the power of the seal comes from a god in the desert.

The stories about the pagans are much the same.Wen Ling pointed at the "person in black robe" in the story, "he" must be the key, no matter whether he was a family member or a god himself, Wen Ling had to find him.

Wen Ling put down the book, "Jiang Xing."

no respond.

He turned around, and the room was empty.

On the ceiling, Jiang Xing struggled to call Wen Ling, but the snake tail that was bound on his body was tightened even more, and the sharp scale edges scratched his clothes, leaving bloodstains.

The author has something to say:

Imagination

Wen Ling: I want to hide Jiang Xing in a shell.

reality

Jiang Xing: Is it right for me to eat octopus? OvO

O sabbatical, my eternal enemy!