[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

An ambiguous color shrouded the young man's slender fingertips, and the young man could vaguely see Huai'an's pale fingertips. He was nervously grabbing the hem of his clothes, and unconsciously gritted his teeth.

Wearing a bright red dress, she looked extraordinarily delicious.

It's not a traditional bridal dress, but a modified and gorgeous long dress, suitable for men. On his head, there is also a lovely jade crown, which combs his soft hair strand by strand. rise.

Huaian was extremely excited.

He bit his lower lip and looked up at the young man, with shyness and anxiety in his wet eyes.

The flickering candle flame and the dark red luster interweave a dream, Ye Jin looks at him with deep eyes.

Ye Jin stood for a while, for a while, until the young man hesitated and wanted to escape, then he picked up the wine glass on the table and brought it to the young man's lips.

He said hoarsely: "Come have a drink."

Huai'an looked at him timidly: "I...I don't drink well."

When approaching the bridal chamber, he declined calmly.

Ye Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and unquestionably delivered the wine glass to his hand, raised his arms, and made an entanglement movement.

He said domineeringly, "Drink."

Mozun knew in his heart that his little struggle would at most add a little interest to the other party, and he wanted to eat meat very much, so he didn't refuse too much. Under Ye Jin's deep gaze, he carefully sipped his wine.

The young man drank the wine, and his lips were still slightly stained with wine. Before he could put down the wine glass, the young man suddenly swept away the wine glass in his hand.

The bronze wine glass fell to the ground lightly, and the wine spilled all over the floor, soaking the bright red carpet in a short while.

Huaian was crushed by surprise, the red gauze curtain above his head was in full swing, the boy's eyes flashed in panic, and his lips trembled unconsciously: "No, don't..."

"late."

Ye Jin stretched out his hand, and smiled in a low voice: "On a beautiful night, how can we miss the bridal chamber between the king and the princess?"

……

The young man didn't take it seriously, turned his head to look outside the house, and let out a "roll" sound with no expression on his face.

The ghosts who were eavesdropping outside the house immediately dispersed.

What are you eavesdropping on?

Didn't you hear that big brother Ling Wang was angry? !

All the ghosts ran away, and for a moment, the crowded courtyard was extremely quiet.

Huai'an, who was completely ignorant of the situation outside the house, closed his eyes tiredly. He was really tired, so he fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up the next morning, he could still feel the messy hands on his body, and he looked at him pleadingly: "Enough, enough."

His struggle added a bit of interest.

Ye Jin shook his hand instead: "Not enough."

"With you here, nothing is enough."

Huaian: "..."

On the second day of their wedding, Huai'an still couldn't break free from the bed.

Once again waking up from the drowsiness, Huai'an finally felt quiet, looked sideways, and saw the handsome sleeping face of the young man as expected.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth in a strange way.

Why is this soul so attached to him?

Could it be... that I once knew him?

He recalled the people he had known in the Three Thousand Worlds, and it seemed that there was only one person who had been assigned the number 101 of the waiting system with him.

But different.

This soul is completely different from that person.

That person...that person...the young man pursed his lips.

That person has never been so straightforward.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, his hand was held by Ye Jin. The sleeping young man opened his eyes, and the warm water in his eyes came little by little, wrapping him gently.

Ye Jin kissed the back of his hand: "What is the princess doing?"

He asked knowingly.

The young man really saw the embarrassment on the young man's face.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart, his trembling chest matched the sound of his heartbeat, hitting Huai'an bit by bit.

Huai An was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his chest curiously: "Your heart is beating."

The boy looked up at him, his clear eyes were full of surprise: "Why?"

Ye Jin said, "I'm resurrected."

Resurrected?

The young man Xu was shocked.

Ye Jin explained: "The flesh and body born in the cloudy year and the moon and the sun are the most suitable carrier for resurrection. In the past..."

In the past, he used Huai'an as a carrier.

But now... the young man paused for a moment, brushed this matter aside, and said directly: "I didn't find a suitable carrier for resurrection before, but recently I just found this body, which is the same as my previous appearance, because of a car accident. Living dead, so it happened to be cheap for me."

Huai'an shrank his neck: "Then... is it really all right? This body... will there be no problem?"

He still remembered the ghost gossip he heard before getting married, they all said that Ye Jin's body would change every 30 years.

Because no matter how well maintained the dead body is, it has a shelf life.

Ye Jin naturally knew the boy's worry, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's a real resurrection."

"From now on, I will accompany you and protect you in the future, for the rest of my life."

Only then did Huaian relax.

Ye Jin touched Huai'an's head, and there was no sticky sweat, because he had cleaned it up for the boy before.

At this time, the boy's hair was smooth and cold, and it was very comfortable to touch.

He asked Huaian, "Aren't you curious?"

"Curious what?"

"My identity, and...why I fell in love with you."

The young man bit his lower lip: "Curiosity, but, but... Uncle, I won't force others to make things difficult..."

"Don't call me Uncle." Ye Jin let go of the young man's lips and said in a low voice, "You should call him Ah Jin."

Huai'an's cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips moved, and a small and soft voice came: "Ah... Ah Jin."

"good."

Ye Jin lowered his head and kissed the young man's forehead.

The young man was originally a celestial master before his death.

At that time, the Nangong family was not called the Nangong family, but the Ye family.

Ye Jin is talented, intelligent, and courageous. He has shown top aptitude since he was a child. If he practices all the way, he can climb to the top.

Just after he was embraced as the head of the Ye family, Ye Jin's mother, Nan Gongli, rebelled.

She overthrew Ye Jin's rule, pressed her own son under the underground palace, sealed it in a sarcophagus, kept his soul, and made him suffer hellish pains, burnt and flooded, and hacked into pieces.

In order to show her grief over the death of her son, Nan Gongli acted out a play of fake mercy.

She put Ye Jin's portrait in the ancestral hall and let him accept the worship of the younger generation.

Only in this way can she be happy and excited, and she can always remind herself that the man and son she hates the most are dead.

All of this was recalled by Ye Jin after his resurrection.

He didn't say it directly, but told Huai'an directly in the form of a dream, and then eroded the young man's heart little by little, until when he woke up, he looked at himself with more and more distressed eyes.

He kissed the young man's lips with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Fortunately... I met you."

Even if it takes a hundred years to meet after death.

But he still has no regrets.

It's just... the Nangong family, it's time for him to clean it up.

The young man thought about it calmly, looking down at the young man's fair face, the smile on his mouth deepened.

"good."

"Let's do it again."

Huai'an's face changed suddenly: "No, don't..."

Ye Jin blocked his mouth without any refusal.