After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

Overturned.

A big rollover.

The dragon's horn was pinched in his hand, Wen Jiu couldn't use his strength at all, and he was afraid of tearing away the stinky monk's seldom solid body.

With red ears, he fiercely said, "Let go."

The Buddha who embraced him pretended to be deaf, as if he hadn't heard anything.

In all fairness, Xie Xuan didn't do anything that crossed the line in the slightest, he just wiped his face earnestly, and washed all the parts of the little tree branch little by little.

Because of this, Wen Jiu felt extremely ashamed.

It would be fine if something really happened, but Xie Xuan just touched it and wiped it carefully with clean water, which made the other party have no distracting thoughts and waved out of the ocean by himself.

It's all about the original owner's physique.

Limp in Xie Xuan's arms, Wen Jiu shook the pot sullenly.

His cheeks were hot and his breathing was messy, as if he had soaked in an overheated hot spring, uncomfortable and refreshing.

At this moment, let alone struggling, if Monk Wushui's arm stopped him, he might have turned into a puddle of water and dripped directly under the bed.

Heck.

The dragon horn is not that, how could it become like this.

Also, what does the other party mean by this?

The heartbeat in the chest by the side of the ear was neither fast nor slow, and Wen Jiu thought a little absent-mindedly: Tell him that everything just now was just a true instinctive reaction?It all depends on physical friction, and it has nothing to do with who the target is.

Just like him now.

"Bastard." The more he thought about it, the more reasonable reason came into his mind, his whole body seemed to be poured with cold water, he cursed in a low voice, and even let go of the fingertips holding the hem of the man's clothes.

Because Wen Jiu suddenly realized that if it wasn't for Xie Xuan, he would never let people approach him at will, let alone fall into the current situation.

So he is different from Xie Xuan.

He seems to have lost.

Mistakenly thinking that his punitive teasing really made the boy in his arms anxious, Xie Xuan stopped his hands, and ran along the other's back as if to comfort him: "Wen Jiu?"

The boy lying on his lap didn't speak.

It's not at all like the character of a certain evil spirit who has revenge.

"It was me who overstepped." This was because he was provoked by the young man and acted impulsively. Xie Xuan put away his overly revealing emotions and promised against his will, "It won't happen next time."

These words fell into Wen Jiu's ears, which confirmed his guess.

Turning his head, he wanted to stare at the other party viciously, but his eyes were stained with water because of the teasing just now, the ends were red, and the hair on the temples was slightly wet, sticking to the sides, as if extremely wronged, cute and pitiful, yet fierce.

Although he didn't understand how he got angry with this ancestor, Xie Xuan still subconsciously reached out to catch the teardrop that was about to fall: "Wen Jiu?"

Like coaxing a child, he lowered his head and touched the slender horns of the dragon with his thin lips: "Don't cry."

Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment.

I even forgot to refute that I didn't cry, and I forgot that I was planning to bite off a piece of meat from the other party just now.

Obviously it was just a touch that was as light as a feather, but he seemed to have been accidentally charged, and he trembled very obviously, burning red from head to toe.

Quickly, he activated the host's exclusive privacy mode.

Immediately he was alone in the room.

The jade-like dragon horn still remembers the touch and temperature of the previous second, including the thin calluses on the man's fingertips, the slightly hot breath, frowning, Wen Jiu touched it with his hands, and felt that if this thing had flesh and blood, it would probably be dead. Active to the point of calf cramps.

However, having said that, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Even Wen Jiu didn't realize it.

It seems that not everyone can play tricks on Buddha.

Wanting to shake his legs but not shaking them, Wen Jiu was still complacent: In his impression, Xie Xuanke had never even kissed a small animal.

——Although, that slap just now can only be considered a touch at best.

But what does that matter, Xie Xuan has never touched anyone else.

His charm is indeed unparalleled in the world.

Relying on the fact that the other party was unable to get out due to the restrictions of the system, Wen Jiu completely forgot about the annoyance and awkwardness he had felt 2 minutes ago, and flirted like running a train: "Hey, brother Xie Xuan, kissed me, your sweetheart, she should You won't be angry, will you?"

"But I didn't do anything."

"I didn't expect that, Long, it turns out that you are so good."

"How about I ask Sister Fox Girl to learn from her scriptures and create a fox ear for you rua?"

If there was Cheng Tianle's game of raising cubs in this world, the addicted Wen Jiu would see that the blackening value of a certain Buddha's child rose gradually, and reached the top level in the blink of an eye.

Gradually mastering the switching skills between the two forms, Wen Jiuyouyou transformed into a dragon tail, got out of bed, wiped her body with the remaining hot water, and changed the bedding by the way.

Ok.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's just that he sweated a little earlier and was dirty.

When Huang Mao came in through the window for the second time, what he saw was this scene full of special effects.

The pure white hair hangs down softly, past the waist. The boy is wearing a simple and decent linen monk robe on his upper body, but underneath is a snake tail with neat scales. The contrast is great, beautiful and weird. It emerges from the inner shirt, supporting the opponent's actions .

Trying to control his eyes not to look down, the yellow hair clings to the window lattice, and he is so nervous that he almost loses his breath: "Well... there are ghosts chasing me outside."

That's why he bit the bullet and turned back here.

Not caring about whether ordinary players stay or stay, Wen Jiu nodded: "Oh."

"Where's Xie Xuan?" Urgently needing a living person to give him courage, Huang Mao secretly looked around quickly, "We chatted a little this afternoon and wanted to exchange some more information."

"Same to me."

After Zhengchou blocked Xie Xuan, there was no place to play pranks, Wen Jiu picked up the teacup, and said slowly: "Don't look for him, I have already eaten him."

"Look, the clothes are all torn."

I did see the yellow fur of the rags:  …

Help, just out of the tiger's den and into the snake's den, is there still time for him to run?

"It's too late. If you want to go, just go. The one outside is called Luotou. He has no great skills, but he can fly around with his head alone." The water in the pot was a little cold, and Wen Jiu frowned slightly, "And, He doesn't like to eat people, he only likes to eat bugs, and when he sees you, he will at most take a bite to taste."

One bite?

Not even half a mouthful.

Once the artery is broken, it is over immediately.

Balancing the two, Huang Mao trembled: "Um...are you full?"

Although it doesn't look obvious on the outside, Xie Xuan, a freshman monk, should be very hungry after eating.

"You should be full." Tilting his head, Wen Jiusha comforted, "Don't worry, you can at least live until tomorrow morning."

Huang Mao: Then I really thank you.

You don't feel very happy, do you?

However, at this moment, apart from this guest room, he has no better place to go.

Unless it is betraying the boy and surrendering to Li Fan.

With the awareness that he must die, he took a closer look at the so-called snake tail of the young man, and he had a flash of inspiration, wanting to pass the test, and boldly said: "Do you want to know about Mingyi?"

Wen Jiu was noncommittal.

"Actually, I only saw him from a distance, in the game hall." Trying to recall the details of that day, Huangmao whispered, "Short hair, smiling, blood on his clothes, he should have just been treated by the main god."

"Because of race, ability, and appearance, many people are looking at him and talking about him, but Li Fan is the only one in his eyes, which is shining like a light."

"Not long after that, the news of his death spread in the forums."

"The most widely circulated theory is that Mingyi Protector helped Li Fan kill a dragon in a copy of He Bo's background."

"What do you think of this explanation?"

Wen Jiu: "It's not very good."

Distorted, beautified, condescending, full of unknowing mockery of the victors.

Obviously feeling that the surrounding temperature has dropped a bit, Huang Mao knew it in his heart, and took the initiative to surrender: "Li Fan and I are not the same people. If we are lucky enough to get out alive, we will definitely help you clarify the truth and expose the true colors of some people."

——According to his speculation, the young man in front of him should be transformed by Ming Yi's resentment. Since the other party can understand the game hall, it is likely that he has recovered some related memories.

The soul is trapped in the dungeon, and it becomes the whetstone for Li Fan to lead to the final dungeon. What the blackened version of Ming Yi can't reach is definitely the transfer station where the player is.

And he is just a lone wolf not attached to any team.

It's okay to be positive, but it's okay to do things secretly.

Moreover, with Longxing Mingyi's ability and temperament, before the end of the dungeon, there is a high probability that he will attack Li Fan, and no matter who wins or loses, he will make a steady profit.

With Xie Xuan, a quick travel system that is smarter than 5046, dungeons have never been a constraint for Wen Jiu, but because of Huang Mao's strong desire to survive, he didn't make things difficult after all: "Okay."

"sounds good."

Visible to the naked eye, Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was still close to the window.

"Squeak."

The closed door was suddenly easily pushed open from the outside, Huang Mao was startled, and took out a special rune pistol from his pocket: "Stop!"

Xie Xuan who put a pot of hot tea on the tray stopped obediently.

Looking at each other, Huang Mao took a breath, and just missed writing on his face: Good brother, aren't you dead? !

Are there no CDs for Ghosts these days?

"He lied to you." Xie Xuan turned around and closed the door calmly as he could guess what someone would say even if he was absent the whole time.

Wen Jiu smiled brightly: "That's right, that's right, I'm only vegetarian."

Yo, also yo.

He was almost scared to death just now!

If there were rankings for the severity of ghosts, the blackened Mingyi would definitely be at the top.

Feeling ups and downs, Huang Mao has only one appeal at the moment: "Can you share that beauty couch with me?"

Wen Jiu: "Outside, take it yourself."

Huangmao: "Okay."

The sky is big and the earth is big, sleep is the biggest, isn't it the Luotou clan?He didn't believe that the other party dared to bite him in front of Brother Snake.

Staring at Xie Xuan and pouring himself a cup of tea, Wen Jiu hurriedly said, "Why didn't you drive him away this time?"

Xie Xuan: ...

In fact, he overtook it, but unfortunately, it was useless.

"Your tail is easy to use." As if you could see the skin under it through the scales, Xie Xuan said lightly, "You are so energetic, isn't your waist weak? Have you cried enough?"

Wen Jiu: ...

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, right? In terms of verbal battles, can he still lose to Xie Xuan?

"Hey."

Sweeping the dragon's tail, he sighed vaguely, and the tip of the soft hair brushed against a sleeping bird intentionally or unintentionally: "I also want to lie down for a while, but my little brother can't do it."

"It's boring, not strong enough."

"What does big brother think?"

Outside the guest room, Huang Mao, who was struggling to move the beauty couch back, froze in place, with a tangled expression:

This dialogue, this atmosphere.

Should he enter this door or not?

The author has something to say:

Huang Mao: What you eat is not what you eat. Master, I have realized.

Second update is complete.

Comparing hearts every day, okay?