After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Xuan Qing pursed his lips and remained silent, looking at him steadily, once again worried about his age.

First there was Nangong Yu, and then there was Lin Changqing, which made Xuanqing deeply feel the generation gap of the times.

Xuan Qing tried to exchange a few words with Lin Changqing, but unfortunately the words were not right, so he finally had to give up and look for the next opportunity.

Saying goodbye to Lin Changqing, Xuanqing went to join Nangong Yu, and when he saw his bright moves, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Sorry, can you stop staring at me?"

Nangong Yu: "Why?"

Xuan Qing said awkwardly: "It's too flashy." Always remind him of the gap between him and the young man.

The scorching gaze lingered on Xuan Qing for a long time and finally left. Xuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Nangong Yu say: "Do you recognize me every time because of my eyes?"

Xuan Qing nodded slightly, moved his ears, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly raised his hand to block his eyes.

"what are you doing?!"

"I dug out these eyes," Nangong Yu said expressionlessly, "I can't have an obvious opening and leave it on my body all the time."

"...Actually, your eyes are not that conspicuous, maybe they are special to me."

"Special?" Nangong Yu turned his face sideways.

"Well," Xuan Qing thought about his words, trying to save the fate of ruining his eyes with one sentence, "For me alone, it's different."

Nangong Yu blinked: "You are also very special to me."

"Thank you very much." Xuan Qing rubbed his nose, not wanting to know that he was the focus of attention of a dead man or killer.

Nangongyu bowed and tied the tassel to Xuanqing's sword, paused, and said: "Shi Tianmen wants you to die, Zhan Tingfang wants you to live, but the person who wants you to live may not be for your own good."

It's hard for him to say something that sounds meaningful, but it's a pity that Xuanqing's life or death is already predestined, and his good intentions may be in vain.

Xuanqing changed the subject: "The surname Nangong is quite rare, there shouldn't be a killer organization like Nangong Family."

"Business."

"Ok?"

"On the surface, they are merchants."

There really is...

Xuanqing laughed twice: "Then you have been following me, aren't you worried about affecting your performance?"

Nangong Yumu said with a straight face: "I'm at the bottom every year, I'm used to it."

What an unmotivated killer.

Xuanqing touched Jiansui, and talked to him casually.

"Speaking of which, your bone shrinking skill is very powerful."

Nangong Yu asked: "Do you want to learn?"

Xuan Qing didn't know whether to nod or shake his head for a moment, it seemed that imitating other people's tricks was not very good.

Nangong Yu said seriously: "I can only shrink bones, not protrude."

Xuan Qing recalled the big white steamed bun on his chest, and couldn't help smiling: "It's a pity."

Hearing this, Nangongyu felt as if struck by lightning, and walked in a trance for the next few steps. When he reached the door, he made up his mind and said, "I will try to learn."

Xuan Qing suddenly laughed, thought for a long time, and replied "Come on".

Nangong Yu bit her lower lip, thought for a moment, jumped to the eaves, and returned to her old post with a sad face.

Xuan Qing shook his head, and pushed open the courtyard door, thinking that Yan Ruiwen's teaching should come to an end.

The goal was Lin Lang with a bruised nose and swollen face. When he saw Xuan Qing, it was as if he saw a savior. He flew over and hugged Xuan Qing's leg tightly.

"Master, you can be counted as back, if you are later, I'm afraid you won't be able to see your precious apprentice!"

Lin Lang secretly glanced at Yan Ruiwen while talking, vividly showing his cowardice that he wanted to make a small report but dared to be angry because the person involved was present.

Xuan Qing looked over the big bag above his head and looked at the man sitting on the stone bench sipping tea leisurely.

Yan Ruiwen nodded to Xuan Qing and said, "The aptitude is not bad, but needs more polishing."

When Lin Lang heard the word "polish", he wished he could shed two lines of tears immediately.

"Master, I think I am more suitable to learn from you."

Yan Ruiwen said: "You imply that I can't teach you well?"

Lin Lang shook his head crazily: "No, no, it's because I haven't laid a good foundation, and I don't deserve it."

Yan Ruiwen said again: "So it's your master who can only teach you basic skills?"

Lin Lang covered his mouth and didn't dare to speak anymore. It can be said that he said too much and made mistakes.

Xuan Qing patted the poor little head, and said: "You want to continue learning, but brother Yan may not be in the mood to teach you, look at you dirty, go change your clothes and come back."

Lin Lang got the pardon, let go of his hands without saying a word, and ran into the room happily, fearing that he would not come out until dinner time.

Yan Ruiwen looked at Pu Jian, who was thrown by Lin Lang on the ground, and said, "You dote on him too much."

Xuan Qing sat next to him, flipping open the teacup: "It would be great if one sings about the good face and the other sings about the bad face."

Yan Ruiwen pressed down the teapot: "Should I be a bad face?"

Xuan Qing brushed his hand away, added hot water, and said with a smile: "You are Yan Ruyu, how could you be a black face."

Yan Ruiwen was also not modest, and echoed: "You are as black as iron."

Xuan Qing touched his cheek subconsciously: "Is there?"

Although it is windy and rainy on weekdays, my skin is rough.

Yan Ruiwen grabbed Xuan Qing's hand, raised his index finger very naturally, slid it from Xuan Qing's temple all the way to his chin, and then gently raised it.