[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

The young man lowered his drunken tone, his hoarseness was tinged with ambiguity, he bit his lips, and continued with some difficulty: "If Master still wants the empress, Huai'an... is also willing. "

Fu Sheng's throat suddenly became thirsty.

But no.

He pushed Huai'an away, watched the young man stumbling back two steps to hold on to the door frame, and said in a slightly cold voice unconsciously, "Are you so willing to degenerate?"

"Why don't you want to?" Huai'an seemed to be confused, sneered, and slowly supported the door frame to stand upright, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, showing a little wantonness and evil charm.

What the handsome young man did was as beautiful as a painting.

"Master, isn't it... isn't it all caused by you?"

In a word, Fu Sheng was speechless after the crit attack.

Huai'an smiled again: "Master, don't you want to?"

Fu Sheng didn't make a sound, his fingertips were clenched and turned white, his whole body was stiff.

"Master~"

Huai'an frivolously stretched out his white fingers to grab the young man's collar, and Chiguo's feet stepped on his snow-white boots, leaving some dirt and sand stains.

He forced the young man to bend down and look at him, the cold and deep eyes of Fu Sheng were reflected in Qiu Shui's cut pupils.

The wine bowl in the other hand shattered to the ground. He threw the wine bowl away and touched the young man's face with his fingertips.

The cold fingertips almost touched his bottom line.

Fu Sheng's lips trembled.

"you……"

Fusheng's Adam's Apple rolled slightly, and the hoarse voice stopped suddenly.

Because he saw the boy curled up his lips and made a "shh" motion.

"Master, don't you like my face?" the boy asked.

Fu Sheng's fingertips loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, red light flickered across his dark eyes, and demonic energy overflowed.

It seemed that after what he said, the demon in his heart could not be suppressed at last, and even his body trembled slightly.

A trace of hatred flashed across Huai'an's eyes, and he looked at Fusheng with burning eyes.

"Master, look, you have become demon again."

Fu Sheng's throat choked, seeing the hatred and forbearance faintly flashing in the young man's eyes, the bottom line in his heart suddenly broke.

He grabbed Huai'an's arms violently, and brought him to the slightly damp sand in the middle of the night in an instant, his eyes were red, and the deep red pupils were fixed on Huai'an.

"you do this delibrately."

Huaian smiled, with weakness and innocence, staring at Fusheng with a pair of clear eyes: "That's right, I did it on purpose."

"But Master, if you don't love me, how can you become a demon?"

"Devils are born from the heart. If you have me in your heart, you will naturally have demons."

"In the final analysis, all of this is caused by greed in your heart."

He was lying on the ground with his back against the cold ground, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master, touch your heart and tell me, do you love me?"

"I..." Fu Sheng's struggling eyes flickered black and red, but in the end they were still infected by the bright red.

The young man's breathing was heavy, as if something was suppressed in his throat and he couldn't speak out.

The young man said softly, "It doesn't matter if Master doesn't say anything."

Huai'an tilted his head innocently, his clear eyes showed a bit of forbearance, but he changed the subject with a look of longing and anticipation: "The next day will be the inner sect competition, master, how about... I will win this for you." The champion of the inner door competition?"

Fu Sheng suddenly heard the familiar words, the bright red in his eyes faded in an instant, his reason became clear in an instant, and then he froze in place, not daring to move.

"If I win the championship, will Master love me?"

Fu Sheng closed his eyes and forbeared.

he does not know.

But Huai'an hugged him closely, with an extremely tender and gentle tone.

"But Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the top [-] with my cultivation..."

He asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to cultivate."

His goal is the cultivation base of Fusheng for more than a hundred years, and the powerful cultivation base of being a Nascent Soul Immortal Monarch.

Fu Sheng knew it in his heart, and rationally told himself that he should refuse, but when he raised his head and his eyes turned red, the young man lowered his head and saw the young man's expectant and clear eyes, even though he knew the other party was pretending, he couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and moved.

He heard his hoarse voice——

"it is good."

If he wants it, give it to him.

Huai'an immediately smiled purely, like a cat who stole the fish, his eyes were astonishingly bright.

"Master, you are so kind."

The young man's smile was bright, like clouds in the sky, pure white and soft.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't erase the smile on Huai An's lips in his heart.

On the boundless mountainside, under the moonlight, long hair fluttered in the wind. Outside the bamboo house in the boundless wilderness, covered with moonlight, pillowed on the ground, with the night wind, trying to erase the hatred in the boy's heart.

The morning sun shines on the bed through the windows of the bamboo house, and falls on the sleeping boy.

The young man trembled his eyelashes dimly, flickering like butterflies, and opened a pair of clear black eyes.

The boy opened his eyes, felt the thick and pure power in his body, and chuckled lightly.

"Can you see his attitude last night?"

The system is as quiet as a chicken.

Of course it saw it.

Fu Sheng acquiesced to such a relationship.

"So Tong'er, when will you cash in your bet?"

It was rare for the system to be tough: "I have no money!"

Huaian said: "I don't need your money, nor your points, you can rest assured."

"Then, my lord, do you want to..." The system was a little apprehensive.

It now regrets the bet with Huai'an before, because during the three months, Fu Sheng's favorability has been stable at 90.00%, which is almost full.

Although there is no obsessive-compulsive disorder, the system can't help but say a few more words every time it sees that favorability, but Huaian leads it into a ditch instead.

It felt that people like Yi Fusheng should not be allowed to have any relationship with Huai'an beyond the relationship between master and apprentice, so it's normal for the favorability to be less than [-]%.

But Huai'an said that Fu Sheng would be willing, and after another relationship, the other party's favorability will be full and will never drop.

So they bet.

Thinking of this, the extremely distressed system was about to beat its chest and stamp its feet for a show.

It's a pity that the heartless Lord Mozun doesn't like watching him perform hard at all.

"Doesn't your system require the host to kill the villain within the specified time?"

Hearing this, the system was a little confused, and then carefully looked through the memories in his mind, and suddenly coughed in embarrassment: "It seems... there is such a thing."

Huaian sneered: "Could it be that you forgot? This is the novice guide that you personally told the deity when binding the system~"

System: "Ahem."

"Why don't you remove this time limit, and this deity will offset your bet this time."

The system was slightly taken aback: "But..."

"Will the time limit deduct your points and your salary?"

"No, no." The system replied weakly.

"Will it attract the attention of your main god? Will it cause you to lose your job?"

After thinking systematically for a long time, he said: "This deadline is set up to avoid emotional breakdown caused by the relationship between the host and people in various worlds, and its main purpose is still for the host's good."

"With a time limit, the hosts will not cause passive sabotage because the time is too long, and there will no longer be the problem of falling in love with the local aborigines."

"So this rule didn't exist in the beginning?" Huai'an grasped the point and asked with a half-smile.

system:"……"

Fuck!Be reasonable!Host, you are so smart, do your parents know?

The author has something to say

I feel unsatisfied with the release of the first edition, and it has been revised several times. You can read it again, of course, you don’t have to read it.

() Personally, I think it is better to take a look at the revised text.