After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

The young leader finished the ceremony wetly. When Xuan Qing changed his clothes and came out of the room, he had an extra piece of green cloth in his hand.

He asked Xiaoyao: "I remade a mask for you, do you like it?"

Xiaoyao understands that the leader is clumsily trying to please himself, but his reason and emotions do not allow him to accept the leader's kindness.

Therefore, Xiaoyao said ruthlessly, "It's too ugly, I don't like it."

"Ugly?" Xuan Qing picked up the green cloth and unfolded it, "I think it's cute."

He specially cut a smiling face, it looks like an emoji expression!

In this way, Xiaoyao is even more unwilling to accept: he is extremely beautiful when his face is expressionless, and he is not as bright as the sun and the moon when he smiles.

Xiaoyao said sadly: "It's not a good match."

The beautiful skin is such a heavy shackle to him, how beautiful he is, how sad his heart will be.

Xuan Qing thought for a while, and said with relief: "As long as you pay more attention to cleanliness, wash and change clothes frequently, tidy yourself well, and you won't be ugly, you will naturally be worthy of my mask."

"..."

"Why did you poke my eye?"

Ox.

To Xiaoyao, this word is so far away and such a strange existence, it should never be with him for life.

Until he met a blind leader.

Xiaoyao was not as angry as expected, but a little happy.

The world loves his peerless appearance, only Xuan Qing doesn't care about his appearance, only loves his crystal-like heart.

Xiaoyao suddenly felt that Xuan Qing was different from those superficial mortals, simple and connotative, and he became more and more pleasing to the eye, and even put on the green mask that he usually dislikes in every possible way.

Xiaoyao decided to be nicer to Xuanqing, to this unique person who deeply loves his inner perfection.

Because in the not-too-distant future, Xuanqing will find that his love is so insignificant, vulnerable in the torrent of the world, and facing contenders from all directions, his holy religion can no longer shield Xiaoyao from wind and rain.

How should Xuan Qing deal with herself at that time?

Xiaoyao's gaze at Xuan Qing also changed from pity to pity, and he let him hold his hands.

Xuan Qing lowered her eyes: "Why are your hands so dark?"

Xiaoyao remained silent, he found that Xuanqing was actually very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a face like a jade crown, even the corners of his lips...

Xuan Qing warned: "You must never wash your feet in the holy lake in the future. You have washed the water for more than ten years, and it has already stinks."

Even the corners of the mouth...

Xuan Qing continued to persuade: "Everyone has the desire to love beauty, you don't need to be sloppy even if you are a man."

--Snapped!

Xuan Qing covered the corner of his mouth and said aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me?"

Xiaoyao sighed leisurely, walked towards the pool with light steps, picked off a lotus, and held it in her arms.

"Which is more beautiful, me or the lotus?"

Xuan Qing said without hesitation: "Lotus."

Xiaoyao tore off the petals, watched them fall to the soil one after another, no longer noble, and said sadly: "The lotus is me, and I am the lotus." Out of the mud but not stained!

Xuan Qing said thoughtfully: "The lotus is still beautiful, it's not good to pick the flowers casually."

Xiaoyao: "..."

Xiaoyao threw away the lotus and hooked his hands at him: "Do you know why I hit you?"

Xuan Qing: "Why?"

Xiaoyao smiled charmingly and licked her vermilion lips.

Xuan Qing: "Your mouth is dry, you'd better drink more water."

Xiaoyao: "...Come here, I'll tell you why I beat you."

Xuan Qing walked over as he said.

--Snapped!

Xuan Qing felt wronged: "Why did you hit me again?"

Xiaoyao hooked his hands, and then hooked his hands again: "You follow me."

Xuan Qing shook his head: "I don't want to come with you."

Xiaoyao said ambiguously: "You come, you will never regret it."

Xuan Qing hesitated for a moment, considering his status as the holy son, maybe he had something serious to do, so he followed after hesitating for a moment.

Xiaoyao expected that no one could reject him, so he couldn't help smiling, how could he not have the beauty of lotus flowers?

Xiaoyao didn't believe it, and was even more unwilling.

It must be that Xuan Qing deliberately spoke ironically to annoy him.

He won't give up easily!

Not long after, they walked into Xuan Qing's bedroom.

Xiaoyao was lying on the black silk and satin, his skin became whiter than snow, and the moonlight shrouded his body like a soft veil, adding a touch of seductive color.

Indescribable emotions flashed in Xuan Qing's deep eyes.

"This is my bed."

"Really, maybe I remembered wrongly."

Xiaoyao didn't get up, turned over and crossed one leg, revealing a delicate collarbone and a small white jade-like calf.

Xuan Qing moved, approached the head of the bed, and gently hugged him.

Xiaoyao leaned on his shoulder meekly, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

The night is alluring, but not as good as his frown and smile.

Xiaoyao closed her eyes and felt the powerful arms supporting him all the way until...

into his room?

Xuan Qing put him on the bed, wrapped him in a quilt carefully, then wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "If you are not clear-headed, go to bed early."

Then go!

gone!

Xiaoyao lay on the bed stunned, unable to figure out what went wrong.

He had put down his body and betrayed his appearance, how could Xuan Qing resist the temptation of his body.

Does he really have any charm for him?

Xiaoyao tossed and turned all night, and when the first ray of sunlight came in through the pane, she couldn't wait to stand in front of the mirror and look at herself carefully.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, as if the sky is full of flowers, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.Looking closely, the snow-white skin is flimsy, with a faint blush, no matter how you look at it, you can't see the word "sloppy", let alone "ugly".

"I am naturally beautiful."

Xiaoyao asked the beauty in the mirror:

"Has the eyes of the world changed?"

He has lived alone for so many years, has the world changed?

Xiaoyao was secretly grieving, when suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, blissful to his heart, remembering that there are holy scriptures that only the Holy Son can understand in the religion.

He shut himself down too early, and stayed away from the human habitation before he could take over the scriptures from the previous generation of holy sons.

Xiaoyao didn't procrastinate any longer, put on the mask and ran to the library, and sure enough, he found the "White Lotus Treasure Book" on the innermost floor.

"White Lotus Treasure Book" introduces [-] kinds of white lotus in detail, including the Virgin Mary type, the White Moonlight type, and the coquettish bitch type... Among them, the last one is the deadliest.

In addition to the main character, the heartthrob type!

The more Xiaoyao looked at it, the more frightened she became. Isn't that what he was talking about?

Besides him, whose beauty is worthy of the word "thriller"?

Suddenly, he felt that the fog that had lingered in front of his eyes had all dissipated, and his vision suddenly became clear.

Rolling up the treasure mirror, Xiaoyao couldn't wait to find Xuanqing, and wanted to share her new discovery with him, and wipe away the shame by the way.

Xuan Qing was also very excited to see him, and said first: "Have you seen the dancer from the Western Regions that Guardian Zuo brought back today? I have never seen such a beauty."

Xiaoyao has never seen Xuan Qing like this before, he is always dull and unable to speak in front of him, which makes him unhappy.

But at this moment, Xuanqing described to him with high spirits how beautiful and different the dancers from the Western Regions were, and how gorgeous their dancing postures were.

He rambled on for a long time before he remembered the business, glanced at the book in Xiaoyao's hand and said, "I'm sorry, what do you want from me?"

Xiaoyao opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak a single word as if there was a lump in his throat.

"Holy Son, Xiaoyao?"

Xuan Qing stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Xiaoyao withdrew her thoughts and snorted coldly, "It's just dancing, I can do it too."

Xuan Qing expressed doubts, this holy son was a god who could fall all the way from the door of his room to his bed, and his cerebellum was not very developed.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xiaoyao made up her mind to surprise him.

"You have lucky eyes today."

Xiaoyao closed her eyes, feeling the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.His long black hair is like a flying veil, his arms are dancing like spirit snakes, his feet are spinning quickly, his slender jade legs overlap back and forth, and he dances to the most moving music.

Xuan Qing looked at it for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Are you cramping?"

"..."

"How did you go?"

Xiaoyao was melancholy.

Xuan Qing was confused.