[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Huai'an's eyes were full of tears, and his lips trembled in disbelief: "Why, why did you choose me!?"

"I'm a man, not a woman. If you want to find a bride, find someone else!"

The boy's voice trembled and cried: "Why did you find me!? What did I do wrong?"

Ye Jin suddenly fell silent.

He looked down at the boy's reddened eyes, and saw the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, one drop after another, like a huge hammer, smashing hard into his heart.

Ye Jin felt a little distressed.

But if it is someone else, he is not willing.

So it was rare for him to kiss the boy's forehead carefully and tenderly, kiss the boy's hair end, and kiss the boy's cheek.

"Baby, I only love you."

He said in a deep voice, "Don't try to push me away, you already have my mark on you."

Huai'an was still crying, from the soft sobs at the beginning to the silent tears now, one drop after another tirelessly flowed out, smashing the young man's heart and liver with pain.

He touched Huai'an's head, his cold fingertips were like tentacles, as cold as the approaching winter, the boy shivered unconsciously from the cold.

The young man looked at the empty space in front of him with trepidation.

In the bathroom, there is no one else but myself.

He has yin and yang eyes, but he can't see the ghost anyway.

He is like an invisible charm hidden in the darkness, secretly eroding the boy's reason and calmness.

Huai An was trembling with fear.

He curled up in the corner, both ashamed and desperate.

He was crying, his voice was like cotton candy in his mouth, delicate and soft with inexplicable grievance and trembling fear.

"Please, please, let me go, okay?"

"What I can't give you, let me go and find someone else, okay?"

Ye Jin frowned, looking down at the young man's frowning brows, he was so frightened that he could speak incoherently - this was a look he had never seen before.

Even though he was angry and pushed himself out, his heart was full of pity for him.

His cold palms covered the boy's face, he held his face tenderly, wiped away his tears, lowered his head and kissed the end of his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

His voice drifted over, like the babbling in an ancient record, strange and unpredictable.

The boy clenched his teeth, his body trembling: "I, I..."

He doesn't believe it.

No one would easily believe the words of a ghost, let alone this ghost was still molesting him before.

Huai An suppressed his sobs, sobbing pitifully, like a drowned rat, his whole body was covered with crystal clear water droplets, as if he had been covered with a layer of gorgeous new clothes.

The youth could hardly contain his inner feelings.

Ye Jin's throat rolled slightly, but in the end he held back the crazily growing flame in his heart, gently held his face, and kissed the corner of his lips.

"I'm waiting for you."

Wait until he gets used to his presence.

Ye Jin regretfully let go of the boy's body, penetrated the city wall, returned to the depths of the ground, and dug out the flesh he took off.

In the cellar, there are places full of frost and cold. In the depths of this hidden underground, tall mortuary cabinets are placed on the edge. on the body.

But Ye Jin was tired of it, no matter how well these fleshy bodies were preserved, they would start to rot and deteriorate in less than 30 years.

If he wanted to be with the young man, he had to get a body that belonged entirely to him, a man who was born when the lunar calendar was cloudy, the moon was cloudy, and the sun was cloudy——

Ye Jin stayed in the cellar for a while, put on the youth's vest again, and walked to the only elevator entrance in the cellar with slightly stiff steps.

The elevator entrance leads directly to his study.

Stepping into the study again, Ye Jin clearly felt that his physical body was a little stiff now, far less flexible than ten years ago.

He took out a mirror from his desk, looked around, and hooked the corners of his lips tentatively.

The stiff muscles pulled out a stiff smile, like a twisted chrysanthemum, which looked extraordinarily terrifying.

Ye Jin was silent for a moment.

He snapped the mirror down on the table, listening to the sound of the mirror cracking and shattering, it was particularly ear-piercing in this quiet and empty study room.

With a sullen face, the young man raised his head coldly and glanced at the evil spirit hidden in the dark corner not far away.

"What about the news I want?"

The body of the evil spirit hidden in the darkness trembled slightly, and the pressure fell heavily on its head like a mountain. It knelt on the ground, trembling with fear.

"My lord, my lord, I haven't found it yet."

Yan Mei didn't quite understand why Ye Jin suddenly gave up on taking Huai'an's body. He gritted his teeth and asked tentatively: "My lord, Your Majesty, don't we have a ready-made material here..."

Ye Jin's eyes were dark, like a deep pool, like a ravine, bottomless, but bitingly cold.

Qi Mei lay down on the ground in shock, her fingers clasped on the ground almost couldn't hold back and burrowed into the ground.

The ghost energy in his body roared to escape, but his rationality told himself not to move.

If he moved, he would be out of his wits.

Qi Mei didn't dare to gamble.

Their king was so powerful that he almost owned an army of thousands of ghosts, while Ye Jin, like an emperor hiding in the darkness, sat high behind the desk like a dragon chair.

The background of modern society did not soften his nobility and indifference, but because of the minimalist dark tone, it made his brows a little more hazy.

The young man's voice was cold and clear, light and ethereal, yet as heavy as Mount Tai.

"From today onwards, you will be remembered by this king."

"That child is not the material."

Yan Mei was slightly taken aback, and then in the next second, she heard Ye Jin's strange voice, like a shattered hoarse voice in her throat, hitting her heart.

Although he has no heartbeat.

He said: "She is my king's wife and my king's concubine."

Yan Mei's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked up at him in shock: "King!?"

"It's not an example."

The young man waved his hand to get rid of the charm, and sat stiffly on the stool. When the study room returned to the cold and lonely, he sat there for an unknown period of time, rubbing his fingertips unconsciously, as if thinking of the feeling when he touched the young man.

It was a beautiful feeling.

It's like a demon who hasn't drank blood for a thousand years, suddenly got the supreme delicacy, and he wanted to take that delicacy for himself, tasting it bit by bit, with reluctance and joy.

He snorted in a low voice.

The body of this dead body is truly unspoiled.

The young man lowered his eyes to look at the calm body, and could hardly feel that fiery feeling - he couldn't even taste food, let alone desire?

He sat for a while, then stretched out his hand and took out the old mobile phone that he had sealed in the cabinet.

The phone is really old, so old that it only has a small screen and a keyboard that takes up two-thirds of the body.

The young man fumbled with difficulty, then entered the 101 number of the young man's mobile phone system and set it as the first contact.

He sent a text message and waited expectantly for a long time.

The teenagers who were separated by a few walls never expected that the other party would approach him in this way.

It took him more than an hour to wash off the traces on his body. His body was almost flushed and his skin was wrinkled. Only then did he feel better.

In order to maintain the character design, Huai'an almost invoked the remaining instincts of this physical body. After confirming that the other party had left the room, he lazily climbed onto the bed and gave a boring hiccup.

He asked the system: "I remember that during the autumn outing, many people would die, right?"

The system nodded: "Yes, I calculated, about eight people will die, and there are always 31 people who will go to the autumn outing."

"In the end, there are 23 people left..." The young man hooked his lips, "It's really three pluses and two shorts."

"My lord, although the remaining 23 people survived, they would soon be entangled by demons after returning to school, and eventually lost their lives. If calculated carefully, only ten people survived in the end."

Among the ten living people, Huaian was not included.

Huai An chuckled lightly: "I see."

The system was silent for a while, and suddenly acted cute: "My lord, do you want to consider buying an amulet?"

Huai An was silent for a moment, and asked him, "Are you joking?"

Would he still be afraid of those ghosts and ghosts if he was a majestic demon king? ?

Back then, he was the one who crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses!

System: "emmmm..."

Failed to sell the product *n times.

No. 101 of the 101 system was a little discouraged, sighed, and tried to make a final struggle: "Otherwise... my lord, you can buy it for others~"

"Ah."

Do not say anything.

It just admits it.

You are the boss and you have the final say.

The system feels that it is the poorest little system in the entire system world.

Originally, the system mall is open, and the general system can earn a little extra money when exchanging things from the host.

However, the host of Mozun is not an ordinary person, he is a big boss.

Does the boss need foreign objects?

Does he need it?

Sorry, he doesn't need to.

So up to now, System 101 and System 101 have felt that the points they need to change form are nowhere in sight.

System 101 No. 101 huddled in the system space and smoked a cigarette, calculated the funds he had saved, stepped on the bed board, and ran to another space.

Inside, it saw the tablet it created for itself—"Record System 101 System 101 was killed and used. Congratulations, I survived again today (*￣︶￣)."

Bracket laugh: It’s great, I’m calling myself crazy.

Today I was lying on the bed again watching my host's show operation, calling 666 while calling.The host is in a good mood recently, happy.But the spicy ghost is a bit scary, it always feels weird, I hope I think too much. ——by: System 101 The diary of system 101.

Huaian, who had no idea that his system had started learning to write a diary, took out his vibrating phone and looked at it.

The 101 number of the unfamiliar phone system sent him several messages in a row, and he flipped through it, suddenly a little funny.

I saw the last message left by the other party, which was——

"If you don't come back to me, I will come to you, my bride."

The author has something to say

Ye Jin: It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I don't want to lift my body.

Huai'an: Tsk, don't lift it...

Ye Jin: ... Are you laughing?

Huaian: No, no.

Ye Jin: Good boy, how about Uncle take off this layer of skin anytime and have fun with you?

Huai'an: ...Please turn left when you go out, and close the door by the way, thank you.