After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

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"Pity."

"..."

"I didn't expect you to throw yourself into my arms."

"Enough!" Xuan Qing gritted his teeth, "Ride well, don't talk nonsense."

Yan Ruiwen tightened the reins abruptly, leaned back, the horse neighed long and raised its front legs, Xuan Qing fell down unexpectedly, hit his chest, and made a real reply Throw yourself in the arms.

"Yan Ruiwen!"

Xuan Qing was furious, but Yan Ruiwen ignored it.

"It seems that Brother Xuan is dissatisfied with my riding skills. I think Brother Xuan's martial arts are outstanding. It should not be difficult to fly to the Martial Arts League with lightness kung fu. Why suffer with me."

Seeing the bleak road ahead, Xuan Qing endured it.

"Brother Yan is joking again."

Yan Ruiwen didn't move, and said coldly: "Get off the horse."

Xuan Qing said angrily: "You think..."

Yan Ruiwen interrupted Xuan Qing: "Shh, there is someone."

While speaking, two silver arrows swished from the forest, Xuan Qing drew his sword subconsciously, Yan Ruiwen took the first step to block the hidden arrows for Xuan Qing.

When the weapons intersected, there was a buzzing sound, and the aftermath of the sword energy spread in all directions layer by layer.

"who is it!"

More than a dozen masked men suddenly jumped out of the dense forest and surrounded them tightly.

For this kind of sneak attack from time to time, Xuan Qing is already familiar with it, with a long sword horizontally, he said sharply: "Who is coming!"

The masked men were professionally trained, so they didn't talk nonsense. They all rushed forward, and then retreated like eggplants hit by rain.

When Xuanqing encountered a surprise attack for the first time, he still prepared hard for the battle and worked hard to act. However, after experiencing the same thing many times, he unconsciously began to be perfunctory.

At this moment, Xuan Qing put on a handsome posture, put on a guarded look, and then waited patiently.

"Brother Yan, show mercy."

After saying this sentence, this sudden plot has come to a successful conclusion.

Yan Ruiwen's sword point reached the throat of the person in front of him. He was the last masked man who could still stand up.

Xuan Qing said: "Don't commit murder."

After hearing Xuan Qing's words, Yan Ruiwen made a cool backhand, sheathed his sword, and coldly uttered the word "Get out" with his thin lips.

Although he said these words with extraordinary momentum, Xuan Qing still disagreed in his heart.

The people lying on the ground obviously didn't have the slightest mobility, and they were always the ones who left in the end. Didn't his "rolling" just fall on their heads?

However, Xuan Qing, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, really had no face to correct someone who was bothering and troublesome, so he had to swallow this word alone.

Yan Ruiwen walked back to Xuanqing's side, and said: "If you become a monk, the monks at Ganye Temple will definitely welcome you."

Xuan Qing rubbed his nose, vaguely remembering the first time he asked Yan Ruiwen to stop, he thought Xuan Qing was going to keep him alive and torture him to extract a confession, but he just watched Xuan Qing let everyone go, he was so angry that he didn't talk to Xuan Qing for two days say.

Xuan Qing knew that he was displeased, and praised him: "Oh, brother Yan has made my vigilance much lower."

He said, "Why did you say that?"

Xuan Qing said: "Probably, I don't have to worry about anything."

Yan Ruiwen seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, and the hostility in his eyebrows was completely gone. "When did you learn to say these words to make me happy."

Xuan Qing said sincerely: "I obviously speak from the bottom of my heart."

Just guard against you.

Yan Ruiwen said with a smile: "One day, I'm going to be so sad for you."

Xuan Qing heard him, stared at him thoughtfully, and nodded his head twice.

Yan Ruiwen frowned slightly: "What?"

Xuan Qing said: "I was thinking, brother Yan's red hair and red face should be very fairy-like."

Yan Ruiwen's face turned red, he couldn't blink quickly, and said with a somber face, "Your mouth is full of nonsense."

Xuan Qing didn't take it seriously, and continued: "Brother Yan is handsome and handsome, no matter what, he is always good-looking."

"Slick and slick, do you treat me like a girl?"

Yan Ruiwen expressed disgust on his lips, but couldn't hold back a smile on his face, Xuan Qing also laughed along with him.

Yan Ruiwen seemed cunning, but his mind was easy to guess.

They get along day and night on weekdays, Yan Ruiwen looks at his old face most of the time, still tidy up all the time and dress up carefully, isn't it because he pays special attention to appearance?

It's not wrong to praise him for being handsome.

Xuan Qing was very satisfied with his alertness, and took out the Jinchuang medicine prepared in advance from his bosom and put it in the hands of one of the masked men.

"Go back and recuperate. Tell your master that you are not our opponents. Swords have no eyes. Don't come back and die for nothing."

The masked man trembled, raised his head and stared at Xuan Qing blankly.

Xuan Qing saw that his eyes were black and bright, and his exposed skin was fair and supple, and he thought he was young, so he couldn't help feeling compassionate.

"Parents who suffer from body, hair and skin, even if you are a dead man, you have to spare your life. Don't come here again."

Even if you practice for ten years, you will not be the opponent of the future leader of the Demon Cult.

Thinking this way in my heart, the scorching gaze of the future leader of the Demon Cult will burn two holes in Xuanqing's back. I am afraid that Xuanqing will be angry again, so I hurried over and took the reins.

"Let's go."

For the next part of the journey, they did not ride together, but walked side by side holding the horse.

"With your temperament," Yan Ruiwen said, "sometimes I'm really worried that you will put your own life on it."

Xuan Qing looked at him suspiciously. He must have read the script. In the end, Xuan Qing was seriously injured in order to save someone, and he didn't want everyone to worry, so he found a remote place and waited for death silently.

Yan Ruiwen didn't know what to see from Xuan Qing's eyes, his expression tightened, he grabbed Xuan Qing's wrist suddenly, and said: "You must not die where I can't see you."

Xuan Qing patted his hand lightly, and said with a smile: "It's fine, why did Brother Yan curse me?"

Yan Ruiwen knew that he had lost his composure, so he let go of his hand and said, "I was worrying too much."

Xuan Qing said: "Why bother to think too much, wanton in the rivers and lakes, and do it freely, should be what you and I should do."

Yan Ruiwen swept away his gloomy color just now, his eyes were like spots of paint, and his thin lips curved upward slightly.

"You know, many of my troubles are all because of you."

Xuan Qing smiled, he naturally knew.

The word "enemy" is not written in vain.

Xuan Qing said: "Even if brother Yan usually jokes with me, I still... gladly accept it."

Anyway, he doesn't need to use his brain to be calculated, he just needs to jump into the fire pit with integrity.

Yan Ruiwen was startled, bit his lower lip, and the annoyance flashed across his brows.

The wind in the forest was rustling, Xuan Qing stroked the blown hair on his temples, and a soft sigh sounded in his ear.

"What do you think you can gain by saying something nice to please me?"

Yan Ruiwen has said this many times today, and it seems that he really wants to find an answer.

Xuanqing thought for a moment, then said: "Find another good horse for me?"

Yan Ruiwen's answer was: "Don't even think about it."

Xuan Qing is slanderous, cheapskate.

The future leader with a lot of money makes Xuan Qing, a poor, jingle-sounding lonely hero, pay for everything. It's really bad.

Xuan Qing held the rein, glanced over from the corner of his eye, Yan Ruiwen was smiling, his face was full of joy, and the shadow of the falling trees was swaying all over him.

Xuanqing suddenly couldn't stand it any longer, and acted recklessly in the rivers and lakes, doing it freely... One day, he will turn into blood-stained hands and feet on the pagoda.

For a moment, Xuan Qing felt that it would not be bad if the script continued to be wrong.

Fortunately, the Wulin League is not far away.