[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

The torso of the giant tree is so big that five grown men can lie down on it. On this huge torso, the youths and teenagers are like ants, looking extremely small.

The waiting time was too long, and the wind at night was too cold, so cold that Nie Wuyin couldn't bear it.

He curled up unconsciously, shook his lips and petals, and grabbed his collar unconsciously, like a baby returning to its mother's womb.

Drowsy, he felt Huai An's scrutinizing eyes, and heard the young man's inadvertent sigh.

He seemed helpless.

Nie Wuzhen thought about it, but he didn't want to think about it for a second. He heard the sound of the boy's footsteps approaching him, approaching in depths and shallows. As he approached, the light musk on his body also floated into his nostrils.

The young man opened his eyes bewilderedly, and seemed to hear the young man say helplessly: "Forget it, just this once."

once?

Nie Wuqin's mind was a little confused, he hadn't guessed the deep meaning of the young man's words, he suddenly felt a pair of hands slowly touch his waist.

The young man shuddered violently and woke up immediately.

In the next second, the young man's body was also attached to him. He surrounded the huddled young man and closed his eyes to keep warm together.

Nie Wuzhen's throat rolled slightly for a moment, and he asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty?"

"kindness?"

"You are..." What are you doing?

Huai'an said, "Get warm."

Nie Wuyin pursed his lips, feeling slightly disappointed.

Huai'an didn't care about the ups and downs of the villain's mood, and he didn't care that the villain was holding on to his hand tightly. He closed his eyes, resting his eyes in a tired way.

The system glanced at the favorability interface of the system, and couldn't help flattering: "As expected of an adult, the villain's favorability has directly reached 90.00%!"

Huai'an didn't want to deal with it because he was sleepy.

The system frowned, and did not get any response or comfort from Lord Mozun. No. 101 of the 101 system felt that his life was not so perfect suddenly.

It went back to the system space somewhat awkwardly. Before going back, it glanced at Huai'an's spirit, and was surprised to find that Huai'an's spirit had a little more golden light.

No. 101 of the 101 system seriously suspected that shit had gotten into his eyes, so he rubbed his eyes unwillingly. Sure enough, there was nothing on Huai'an's soul, and everything was its illusion.

The system obediently went back to watch TV.

As a system master, No. 101 of the 101 system feels that he is probably the most leisurely system.

Lord Mozun doesn't need it to worry about anything, it just needs to lie there and call 666. Such a good host, it must be a blessing from a previous life!

Thinking of the deep resentment of that system in this world towards the host, No. 101 of the 101 system suddenly felt that it was no big deal to live under the fear of Lord Mozun.

When Huai'an woke up again, the sky was already bright, he turned his head, glanced at the young man waiting beside him, his eyes flickered slightly.

Seeing him open his eyes, Nie Wuji asked him, "You're awake."

The boy's throat was thirsty and itchy, and he coughed twice unconsciously. His body was weak, as if he had suffered a serious illness. He sat up with difficulty, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "When is it?"

Nie Wuyin lowered his eyes: "It's the second day."

"You've been in a coma for a day and two nights."

"...Really?" the boy said dryly.

He cheered up and smiled at the young man: "Thank you, Uncle Huang, for taking care of me. You have worked hard these two days."

His complexion is pale, the smile on the corner of his mouth is light and faint, his thin lips and pale lip color make his eyebrows more delicate, like a sick beauty in a painting, like a withered reed leaf in the river, every move, it seems to wither The withered vines, with the air of twilight.

Nie Wuqian looked at him with heavy eyes, and there seemed to be a suppressed anger in his chest.

"His Majesty,"

The young man asked him, "Why didn't you heal your body?"

Huai'an was slightly startled, pretending not to know: "Why don't you treat me?"

"You know you've been poisoned, why didn't you go to treat him!?" Nie Wuzhen was so angry that his fingertips trembled, but he had to suppress his anger and tried his best to talk to him calmly.

But no matter how calm he was, he couldn't resist the anxiety in his heart.

His face was gloomy, like a dark cloud, a little fierce.

Huai'an was frightened, and stammered: "Uncle Huang, you, how do you know..."

"How did I know you were poisoned!?" Nie Wuxian laughed back angrily. He stretched out his hand to grab one of the young man's wrists, pushed him against the cliff, and shouted like a low growl, "How does this king know!? You It’s impossible to treat me as a fool!? How can a healthy person sleep for two nights and one day!?”

During these two nights and one day, Huai'an had a fever all over his body, and drowsily grabbed his cuffs, curled up in his arms like a tired bird returning to its nest.

Except for musk, there was no smell of medicine on his body.

And Nie Wuqian happened to feel the pulse, and was shocked to discover that Huai'an had two types of poison.

What annoyed Nie Wuxian the most was that he knew he had been poisoned, but he didn't treat him, and he didn't even smell like medicine!

The young man was so angry that his chest was about to explode.

"Your Majesty, do you think your body is made of iron!? Do you know that your illness—"

"I'm sick. Didn't you just sit behind the curtain and ascend the throne directly?" Huai'an suddenly interrupted him, looking calmly into his angry eyes.

"Uncle Huang, don't you really have any thoughts about the dragon chair in your heart?"

Nie Wuqin's Adam's apple rolled, and a sentence rolled out from his throat extremely suppressed: "Chen...no."

He didn't even believe what he said.

But Huai'an laughed, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth got bigger and bigger, and at the end, he let out a muffled laugh.

"Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, I'm afraid even you don't believe what you say."

Nie Wuxian closed his eyes reluctantly.

"Uncle Huang, don't you think that after I die, you just take over this country and society justifiably?"

"After all, I don't even have an heir. If I die, then you will be enthroned, right?"

The young man listened to the young man's seemingly indistinct ridicule, and was speechless with heartache.

He had indeed thought so.

However, he regretted it.

Nie Wuqian almost collapsed, raised his fist and slammed it on the cliff, pinched his chin fiercely, forcing the boy to raise his head.

He roared angrily: "This king won't allow it."

Huai'an took a hard breath, coughed, and looked at him stubbornly: "Isn't this exactly what you want?"

"no no!"

"Uncle Huang, don't lie to yourself. Isn't the throne the most in your heart? Now that I voluntarily die and dedicate the throne to you, why don't you allow it?"

No.

He doesn't love the throne.

Nie Wuji closed his eyes, lowered his head suddenly and bit the young man's lips.

He saw Huai'an's pupils shrank slightly, and looked at himself in shock.

He also saw the struggle and resistance of the boy below him.

He even saw the disgust and forbearance in the young man's eyes.

Every look, every movement turned into a sharp knife piercing his chest.

The young man let go of the boy, and leaned against his shoulder almost in despair, lowering his head and not daring to look at the boy's expression.

He said, "I love you."

As soon as the voice fell, it was as if there was dead silence, only the breeze whistling in the ears and the rustling of leaves remained.

The boy sat there, like a stone statue, with a shocked expression on his face.

But the corners of his mouth were slightly raised where Nie Wuyin could not see.

Charming like a ghost, it is inexplicably chilling to see.

It's a pity that Nie Wuxian couldn't see it.

Huai An hid the smile on his lips, and said softly, "Uncle Huang, don't make fun of me."

"If you really love the throne, I will give it to you."

Nie Wuyin tightened his fingertips, pinching the young man's wrist with pain, and he couldn't help struggling.

The young man suddenly raised his head, staring at the young man with red eyes: "Does this king look like a joker?"

Huai An gasped: "Uncle Huang, are you crazy!? There is no way between me and you!"

"This king knows."

It is precisely because he knows that that he wants to get that position even more. Only in that way can he hug the boy in front of him.

But when he looked down at the boy, Huai An suddenly smiled.

His smile is as magnificent as a jewel, so beautiful and stunning that people can't take their eyes off it.

"But Uncle Huang, you have to know that I don't love you."

He chuckled, his voice was full of malice, each word turned into a sharp knife: "And... when you get that throne, I will die."

"You actually fell in love with a dying person. Uncle Emperor, I feel sorry for you."

"...No way." Nie Wuzhen's voice was hoarse and low, his fingertips trembling slightly: "No way..."

"I will die, because after you get that throne, you will kill me."

"I won't kill you."

"You will, Uncle Emperor."

Nie Wuji closed his eyes, threw his hand away and shouted angrily, "This king says you won't die, so you won't die! As long as you live for a day, this king will try every means to find you an antidote!"

"This king does not allow you to die."

"But Uncle Emperor, even if you find the antidote, I will still die in your hands—because in this world, no second emperor is allowed to appear."

Huai'an was clearly cursing himself, but it pierced the young man's heart like a needle.

He was indifferent like a passerby, watching the young man go crazy alone, as if he didn't care about anything.

The young man was so uncomfortable that his eyes were red, and tears almost rolled down: "No, I won't kill you."

"Your Majesty, do you still trust me?"

Huai'an didn't speak, he quietly watched the young man staring at him with those deep and red eyes.

Like a lonely beast, fierce when it fell into madness, it clasped the wall behind the young man tightly, and his body trembled slightly.

The boy smiled and said, "I believe it, after all, you are my uncle."

Is it just the emperor's uncle...?

Nie Wuyin closed his eyes, almost suffocating, as if the breath in his chest wanted to be taken away.

He took a step back, knelt down on his knees and kowtowed, then looked at the young man, and said firmly word by word: "I... from today onwards, I am willing to offer all my loyalty, all my power, and all my powers." Everything is only for His Majesty...for eternity."

As soon as the words fell, the young man suddenly felt light all over.

It seemed that all the pressure on his body had disappeared, as if his soul had been redeemed. At this moment, he suddenly realized——

He doesn't need Jiangshan, just beautiful women.

But Huai An smiled and said, "Uncle Huang, I don't believe what you said, what should I do?"

"...It doesn't matter." Nie Wuzhen also smiled, he knelt down in front of the young man, and leaned forward to hold his hand.

"I'll let you believe me, someday."