After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Yan Ruiwen's voice interrupted Xuan Qing's thoughts, and he said lightly: "Because we are deviant existences."

Lin Lang was puzzled: "You didn't do anything outrageous."

Yan Ruiwen said: "Since I haven't done it, why do everyone avoid me like a snake?"

He seemed to be asking Lin Lang, but his eyes were on Xuan Qing, who was stung by the stare and lowered his head.

Lin Lang said without hesitation: "Master Yan is too powerful, so they are afraid of you."

Yan Ruiwen asked: "Who did you listen to?"

Lin Lang scratched his head: "When I was a beggar, nine out of ten old beggars with unknown origin and strong martial arts were dangerous people. If they can't be used, it's best to get rid of them." He said curiously Glancing at them, he said, "Master, it is rumored that one of you is the heir of Xiaoyao Daoist, and the other is the closed-door disciple of Guangze Daoist. Is it true? Also, and, have the two Daoist people really ascended to immortality?"

"No, I don't know." Xuan Qing said, "It's almost dawn, don't you like to sleep the most, go back to the house soon."

Lin Lang complained in a low voice: "I woke up early, how can I still sleep."

Yan Ruiwen said: "Go to practice when you wake up."

Lin Lang immediately yawned a lot when he heard the words, exaggeratedly saying "I'm so sleepy, so sleepy", and then went back to the room with a weird face.

Yan Ruiwen shook his head: "I don't want to make progress."

Xuan Qing looked at his back and smiled, and soon suppressed the smile again.

"I sometimes wonder if I did something wrong," Xuan Qing said softly, "I hope he will thrive, but while blocking the wind and rain, I also block his sunshine. Under my wings, he may grow forever." Not big."

"If you don't grow up, you won't grow up," Yan Ruiwen took Xuan Qing's words, "With the two of us, who can touch him."

"But……"

Yan Ruiwen tapped Xuan Qing's forehead: "Sometimes you have an empty mind, and sometimes you worry too much, how can things in the world always go as you wish."

Xuan Qing murmured: "Even so."

Xuanqing is sometimes very contradictory. He not only hopes that the story will develop according to the script, but also hopes that the characters in the book can get out of the established track.

Xuan Qing was thinking wildly, Yan Ruiwen beside him suddenly took a breath and said "It hurts".

Xuan Qing raised his head subconsciously: "Where does it hurt?"

Yan Ruiwen pursed his lips and looked at Xuan Qing ambiguously, the answer was self-evident.

Xuan Qing's face flushed, and he felt that his thin lips, which had always been pale, became extremely red, quite seductive, and at one moment he blamed him for bringing up the old story again, at another moment he blamed the moonlight for being too good, because the night was still hazy just now , why can even see his little expression clearly now.

Xuan Qing's red face could not escape Yan Ruiwen's eyes, he swept away the anger just now, gently took Xuan Qing's hand, and leaned forward.

"How are you going to compensate me?"

Xuan Qing tried hard to toughen himself up: "Obviously you are wrong."

Yan Ruiwen said: "Are you going to deny it?"

Xuan Qing said: "Why don't I admit it?"

Yan Ruiwen smiled lowly: "Don't forget what you did to me when you were drunk."

drunk?

Xuan Qing recalled the drink a few days ago, and couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

"So it really wasn't Chunmeng?"

"illusion?"

Yan Ruiwen repeatedly chewed the word Xuanqing, and held Xuanqing's hand tightly.

Xuan Qing secretly thought that it was not good, and saw that his eyebrows were stretched, and there was almost a fox tail growing out of his back, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Well, it seems that I need to understand what you did to me in the dream."

Xuan Qing flusteredly pretended to be unwell, staggered a few steps, and said, "I'm too tired, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Ruiwen said with his hands behind his back: "Tomorrow, I should also take my cartilage powder."

Xuan Qing touched his neck, the only thing left to bully him is now, but it's a pity that Xuan Qing has a wicked heart but no courage.

The two of them went back to the room slowly, after a lot of tossing, their bodies were covered with thin sweat and rain, sticking greasy to their bodies, and it was not easy to ask people to boil hot water in the middle of the night, so they had to wipe them hastily with cold water.

"and many more."

Yan Ruiwen pressed Xuan Qing's hand twisting the towel, turned and went out, and after a while, he came back with Lin Lang in his hands like a chicken.

Lin Lang kicked weakly in the air: "I'm really sleepy, if you don't believe me, listen to me snoring, whirring."

Yan Ruiwen ignored his struggle, put the washbasin on his hands, and said: "You have been with us these days, even if your qualifications are shallow, you should have made some progress."

Lin Lang said pleasantly: "Master Yan, you mean..."

Yan Ruiwen interrupted him: "Activate your internal energy and gather it in your palm."

Lin Lang held his breath subconsciously, blushed, and worked hard.

Yan Ruiwen stretched out his fair and slender index finger, and probed into the basin: "I don't want you to use force. If you can warm up the cold water, you may be qualified to learn my exercises."

Lin Lang said: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will never disgrace his mission."

Yan Ruiwen corrected him: "Master Yan."

Xuan Qing looked at them helplessly, thinking that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

Yan Ruiwen stopped torturing Xuanqing, and started to hurt his apprentice: "At most, I will give you an hour's work, after heating this pot, fetch another bucket of water."

Lin Lang thought he was practicing peerless martial arts, mustered all his strength, and the water was really steaming.

Xuanqing began to suspect that the way he taught his disciples was wrong.

Lin Lang quickly completed his duties as a servant, and returned to his room with the dream of learning peerless martial arts.

Yan Ruiwen watched Xuanqing scrub silently, and called his name solemnly.

Xuanqing often saw his serious appearance, but this time, that strange emotion resurfaced.

"what happened?"

Xuan Qing deliberately avoided his sight and concentrated on wiping his fingertips.

"Haven't you really thought about it?" Yan Ruiwen said, "why I treat you differently."

"That, that's because you've got insanity." Xuan Qing stammered.

"No, you're just escaping. You're not as resistant as you think."

"What nonsense are you talking about, it's so weird."

"The strange thing is you."

Yan Ruiwen pinched Xuan Qing's chin, forcing Xuan Qing to look directly into his eyes.

"I don't have any martial arts now, you can leave me at any time, why bother to pretend that nothing happened while saying something is wrong."

Xuan Qing opened his mouth and said, "I already have Miss Zhan."

Yan Ruiwen's face froze, then he exhaled heavily, and stretched out his hand to hold his forehead.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't try to clear it up with you when you have a problem with your mind."

Xuan Qing's slander: You're out of your mind.

As soon as the two-day deadline came, Yan Ruiwen's cartilage loosening did not subside, he had an expected expression, and had no complaints, Nangong Yu brought new news for Xuan Qing.

"The old man Feige from Jianlu passed a letter saying that he will come to Xiao's mansion soon to see with his own eyes whether Xiao Huaili really died under the weapon he made."

Xuan Qing asked, "What did Xiao Ling say?"

Nangong Yu said: "Xiao Ling was furious, his son's corpse is something that everyone looks at, but..."

"However?"

"However, he was not in a hurry to bury Xiao Huaili, and he was still stored in the ice coffin."

Xuan Qing nodded slightly, thinking that Xiao Ling had almost calmed down, and found that something was going on.

Nangong Yu said: "What did Shi Tianmen do?"

Xuan Qing said: "Maybe."

Nangong Yu asked in surprise: "Such a stupid way?"

Xuan Qing smiled, even Nangong Yu thought it was too stupid to brutally murder and blame him, how could Shi Tianmen not know that he was pushed too fast and had nowhere to go.

In the rivers and lakes, some people pursue happiness and vengeance, some people seek power and power, and that person probably only enjoys teasing other people's fate and the pleasure in their hands.

Xuan Qing said: "Brother Nangong, can I ask you something?"

Nangong Yu was noncommittal.

Xuan Qing continued: "Protect the old man from Jianlu to reach the Wulin League safely, or ask him to go back."

Zhan Luoyun had concluded that Xiao Huaili was hurt by Qingsu. At this time, the founder of Qingsu stepped in and denied his decision. Where would the face of the master of the Flying Knife Sect be put? Shi Tianmen's plan How to proceed.

No matter what their considerations were, they would never let the old man from Jianlu show up.

Nangong Yu said displeased: "I can only kill people, not save people."

Xuan Qing raised his eyebrows: "You don't need to save people, you just need to deal with those who want to take the life of the old man in Jianlu."

A strange look appeared on Nangong Yu's face.

"I thought... a good person like you would not kill."

"I really don't know how to kill," Xuan Qing sighed, "Little brother Nangong, I'm just a person in the world."

All Xuanqing had to do was to ensure that his hands would not be stained with blood.

Nangong Yu pondered: "It's okay to ask me to help you, but you have to promise me one condition."

Xuan Qing said: "What condition?"