After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Thinking like this, Xuan Qing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Yan..."

"No matter how disgusting it is, I won't get out of the car to help you buy things."

"..."

"Pull down the car curtain, how old is he, and I can't move my eyes from looking at the sugar man."

"..."

Wrong, Yan Ruiwen is a big devil who loves to run on him everywhere!

On the way, they passed by another carriage. At the moment they crossed each other, a strong wind suddenly blew up and opened the curtains of the two carriages, allowing them to meet the person opposite unexpectedly.

Oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, presumably the sound of Xiao Yin is correct.

Xuan Qing's fever caused his face to burn like a fire, his eyes flicked past that delicate face, and he looked at the upper of the shoe with a bit of embarrassment.

Yan Ruiwen noticed Xuan Qing's abnormality immediately, his face was cloudy and cloudy, and his tone was even colder.

"you like her."

This is not a question.

Xuan Qing said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense."

As a hero who is not good at expressing affection, is bitterly infatuated, and silently guards, it is enough to show a little sign.

Yan Ruiwen asked: "You really don't like him?"

Xuan Qing said: "Really."

A hero will only be humble, and will never win a girl who does not belong to him from a good brother.

The plot at this time is full of inner drama, and it is a test of Xuan Qing's acting skills. He must show a trace of love just right to cover up his inner struggle.

"You are so nervous," Xuan Qing asked him, "Could it be that you fall in love with that girl?"

Yan Ruiwen said coldly: "Do you think I am you?"

"It's so good," Xuan Qing nodded, "It's so good."

If the two are in love with each other, they will have a sadomasochistic love in the future, and life and death will be separated, how can it be a miserable word.

Yan Ruiwen observed Xuan Qing's expression, and suddenly smiled again.

"It's me who was worrying too much. How could you be enlightened with an elm head like yours."

Xuan Qing slandered, the old enemy is really moody, no wonder he established a demon sect in the future.

After getting out of the car, they were taken to the side hall by the servants to wait.

Yan Ruiwen snorted coldly: "The shelf is quite big."

Xuan Qing nodded, no, not even a pot of hot tea.

Yan Ruiwen looked at Xuan Qing, his eyes became more and more unfriendly: "You can eat it."

"Well, it's cold, but it tastes good." Xuan Qing mumbled while chewing on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Yan Ruiwen said: "You should really let those who call you heroes come and see."

"Hero is just a title," Xuan Qing waved his hand, "Since you come, please be safe, don't stand still."

Yan Ruiwen sat on a chair beside him, and said helplessly, "Sooner or later, I'll be mad at you."

I was the one who killed you sooner or later.

Xuan Qing swallowed the last piece of pastry and patted his stomach, at this time the maid who brought tea happened to come in.

Sure enough, as a servant, he is very accurate in timing.

Xuanqing felt emotional in his heart, and when he picked up the teacup, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and said in unison with Yan Ruiwen: "It's you again."

Xuan Qing was a little bit surprised, but Yan Ruiwen was completely angry.

Those familiar moves stared straight at Xuan Qing, pretending that no one else existed.

"You really came."

"Yes."

"A good man doesn't live long."

Xuan Qing's face twitched: "I've heard you say that."

Brother: "I don't want you to die."

Xuan Qing: "...I have heard this sentence before."

Brother: "So."

Xuan Qing: "So?"

The dead man who was obsessed with cross-dressing had his eyes fluttering, and flipped his fingers in his sleeves. Suddenly, two sword qi burst out, but Xuan Qing's feet did not move, letting a strong internal force block him.

The little brother seemed to have expected it long ago, and he didn't panic. In the blink of an eye, dozens of poisonous needles flew out.

"So you can't get out of this room."

"It's not up to you."

Yan Ruiwen raised his five fingers, like eagle claws, he didn't move, but within a breath, the poisonous needle was completely contained in his palm.

This mortal brother fought against Yan Ruiwen several times, repeatedly defeated, Xuanqing almost wanted to clap his hands and applaud, young people's tenacity is a good quality.

It would have been better if this quality hadn't been applied to him.

Yan Ruiwen's hair was not messed up, and his clothes were neat, as if drinking a cup of tea was just a cup of tea.

"You don't call to stop?"

Xuan Qing smiled and said, "You won't kill him."

"Really?" Yan Ruiwen was noncommittal, but let go of the hand on the boy's throat.

"I have something to ask you." Xuan Qing walked over and knelt down.

The little brother said stubbornly: "Just because I don't like your death doesn't mean I will help you."

Xuan Qing looked him up and down: "Bone Shrinking Skill?"

The little brother said nothing, it was the default.

Xuan Qing looked at his chest: "Bone protruding skill?"

The little brother's expression suddenly became very exciting, and he even turned his head to look at Yan Ruiwen, who he had always regarded as nothing, as if saying "you don't care".

Yan Ruiwen folded his arms and chest, and said with a smile: "I've never heard of this thaumaturgy."

Xuan Qing said to himself that he was just discussing martial arts and thaumaturgy, and then couldn't suppress his inner curiosity, he raised his finger and poked it.

"Very soft, not like a breastbone."

The little brother closed his eyes in despair: "It's steamed buns."

Xuan Qing withdrew his hand in disappointment, and said to him: "You should understand that you are not our opponent, don't be obsessed with it."

The little brother propped himself up against the wall and stood up, once again amazed Xuanqing at his amazing resilience.

They had just fought, but Yan Ruiwen showed no mercy.

"My name is Nangong Yu."

Nangongyu leaped nimbly, like a slippery water snake, sprang out of the window, disappeared without a trace, leaving a word behind.

"Remember, I won't let you die."

Xuan Qing couldn't bear to expose him.

What doesn't let me die is that he can't kill himself at all.

Yan Ruiwen said displeased: "There are no people left, what else are you looking at?"

"Headache," Xuan Qing said, rubbing his forehead, "Once the name is known, it means that it will be impossible to get rid of it for a while."

Yan Ruiwen laughed loudly: "Xuanqing, you can always surprise me."

Xuan Qing ate the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, took a sip of cold tea to moisten his throat.

"Let's go and see what's waiting for us ahead."