[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

The murderous aura surged towards the man like a tide, and the feeling of suffocation was born spontaneously.

The man trembled with fear, his hands trembled slightly, and the stone he was holding slammed into his own feet.

He was knocked back to his senses, his expression changed, he pointed at him and screamed angrily: "He actually wants to kill me!!!"

"That dog thief wants to kill me!!! Kill him quickly! Kill him!"

The ear-shattering voice made Huai'an's eyes turn pale. He clutched his forehead and his eyes turned black, but there was a faint musk in the young man's arms, which dispelled the discomfort in his body and warmed him up a bit.

He blocked the injuries of the villagers and protected him, but the young man forgot that he also had scars on his body.

Lord Mozun's eyes flickered slightly, lowered his eyelids, and unconsciously reached out to touch the young man's chest.

His heart was beating thumping, and there seemed to be the gurgling sound of blood flowing, loud and excited.

Huai'an hid the bottom of his eyes and lost his mind for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, it was the "weak woman" with a pale face.

"Handsome brother, let's run!"

The young man raised his head and looked anxiously: "They have a lot of people, so let's run now. If we really can't, you run first, they dare not do anything to me!"

Luo Yuan lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark: "No."

"Don't make trouble! They're going to kill you!" Huai'an tugged on the young man's cuff, so impatient that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Luo Yuan didn't speak, and hugged Huai'an tightly with his lips pursed, even if the other party slapped him, he would not let go.

"I didn't make a fuss," he said. "You haven't told me, did you really choose me?"

Huaian's eye circles were red, and with trembling fingertips, he touched the blood that slid down his cheek, and his voice trembled: "You're already like this, why are you still bothering about this?"

"you answer me."

Luo Yuan snorted, looked up and saw someone lit the straw, the thick fire light illuminated Huaian's face and his eyes.

His eyes are as beautiful and cunning as a fox, but they are extraordinarily clear.

It was so clear that he doubted Huai'an's true origin countless times.

Luo Yuan grabbed Huai'an's wrist, and questioned him in a low voice, as if trying to see the slightest falsehood in his eyes.

Huai'an stomped his feet angrily, his long black hair brushed over the young man's fingertips, it was cold and slightly itchy: "Isn't what you said nonsense? I really like you!"

Luo Yuan was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, and suddenly clenched the prayer beads in his hand.

He gave Huai'an a chance.

The actions of pushing the boy away many times are tantamount to thinking for his sake.

But in the end, he chose himself as always.

For some reason, it seems that I have a home in my heart, no longer floating like duckweed, no longer empty and indifferent, no longer alone.

The faint warmth was not as good as the heat brought by the burning flames. He softened his brows and eyes, couldn't help touching the young man's lips, and wiped away a smear of red blood on his lips.

The young man looked up at the men clamoring to kill him, and watched them set fire, but he was too scared to go forward, one by one, their faces were like distorted evil spirits.

His complexion turned cold in an instant, the ropes connecting the beads broke, and the round beads in his hand were like rapidly reversing cannonballs. At that moment, they passed through the foreheads of countless men, leaving round and round hollow.

The noisy clamor disappeared in an instant, leaving only the rustling sound of the flame burning.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The sound of bodies falling down came one after another, Huai'an was slightly taken aback, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the ferocious face of a man who was frozen before death, suddenly turned pale, raised his eyes to Luo Yuan, his lips trembling slightly.

"you……"

Don't be afraid—the young man silently covered the boy's eyes, closing his eyes to hide the lack of focus and fear in his eyes.

He was suddenly scared, afraid of letting the boy see such a terrible treatment of himself.However, before he could continue to appease the frightened young man, the young man heard an angry but unbelievable voice from the sound of burning flames.

"Bastard! You are so—you are so—"

The blood on the ground infiltrated the entrance of the broken temple, and a simple gray-brown boot appeared in Luo Yuan's sight inadvertently, his pupils narrowed slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Master Qingyin trembling with anger.

Luo Yuan's face froze slightly, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was at a loss for a moment: "Master, master..."

"Senior Brother! You, why... are you so self-deprecating!?" It was a young novice who was supporting the old man who spoke. He looked at the young man in disbelief. Pointing at Luo Yuan tremblingly: "You, you, you... eh?! Brother! Do you know, it's wrong for you to do this!"

As soon as the words fell, Master Qingyin's voice sounded again, he gritted his teeth and glared at Luo Yuan: "Nonsense! The old man asks you! Why did you kill them!?"

Luo Yuan's body shrank unconsciously.

"Senior brother, tell me quickly!" The little novice looked at Luo Yuan anxiously, winking as if he was really thinking about him.

The young man lowered his eyelids silently, protecting the boy in his arms, and asked Huai An in his arms in a low and hoarse voice: "Are you... afraid?"

The body in his arms trembled, and Luo Yuan's heart throbbed unconsciously.

If he is afraid, will he let go?Luo Yuan didn't know.

However, the boy said to him: "No, no."

Even though his voice was trembling, even though he was frightened and stiff, he still wrapped his arms around the young man's waist and said cautiously: "One, it must be the fault of those bad guys, handsome brother, don't, don't be afraid, I... I won't leave you."

As soon as the words were finished, the young man's arms tightly hugged the young man, and for a moment Huaian felt a little tight in his chest.

Luo Yuan closed his eyes and sighed lightly, as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, his suppressed emotions instantly eased.

"Naughty animal! What are you doing!?" Master Qingyin over there was about to explode.

The people he cultivated so hard, broke the precept of killing, and were finally expelled from the teacher's school.

That's fine, but now, look what he saw?

It's only been less than half a month, Luo Yuan even broke the lust ring?

How can he not be angry? !

Master Qingyin glanced at the "woman" who was locked in the young man's arms, and trembled with anger——

Luo Yuan looked up at Master Qingyin: "Master, as you can see."

"Please redeem the disciple...you can't go back again."

Master Qingyin staggered, leaning against the young novice monk beside him, his face was slightly ugly: "You! You! You!"

He exploded in anger, pointed at the "woman" in Luo Yuan's arms, took a deep breath, suppressed the heartache surging from the bottom of his heart, and shouted: "I have worked so hard to raise you so big, and you actually gave up for a girl!" Master!?"

"Yes."

The young man sighed: "I never wanted to argue, master, please... just give up on me."

Master Qingyin: "You - good! Good! If you are like this, then this old man will not keep you!"

While speaking, the tin stick held by Master Qingyin slammed on the ground, he trembled all over, but after all he suppressed the anger gushing from the bottom of his heart, even though he was about to explode with anger, the old man still maintained his good qualities and demeanor, light and airy She said to him: "From now on, the relationship between you Luo Yuan and my master and apprentice has been broken, you...you can break it off yourself!"

Hearing this, Huai'an suddenly turned his head to look at the old monk: "It's over!? Why?"

The old monk didn't look at Huai'an, and even ignored him directly.

The young man was so angry that he couldn't help hugging Luo Yuan's arm: "Handsome brother, can you not die? I don't want you to die."

Luo Yuan slightly bent his eyebrows, reached out and touched Huai'an's head: "Don't worry."

He had a smile on his face, and when the young man was caught off guard, he slapped himself on the chest, snorted, and crippled his martial arts.

Huai An subconsciously knelt down to support the pale young man, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Seeing this, the system sighed slightly: "This villain seems to be quite pitiful..." Although he killed more than a dozen people a second ago.

Huai'an let out a sneer, as if mocking the system's ignorance.

The system fell silent.

Luo Yuan half-kneeled on the ground, the painful cold sweat dripping from his forehead one by one, the blood on his body became thicker and thicker, and he could smell the thick blood from his body, even though his lips were pale due to serious injuries, the young man still looked indifferent Looking up, when facing Master Qingyin, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

"Master...Master, have you ever been satisfied?"

Master Qingyin clenched his tin stick tightly, his lips trembled slightly, finally sighed helplessly, and said to him: "From now on, you...you can do it for yourself."

Huai An lowered his eyes and said nothing, maybe he was afraid of him, until the old monk took the little novice away, he seemed to wake up, and suddenly realized that they were in the broken temple that was burning with flames.

The billowing smoke from the burning in the temple had already filled his nostrils. He glanced at the pale complexion of the young man, bit his teeth, and then used all his strength to lift him up.

The young man avoided the corpses on the ground, and led the young man away from the burning ruined temple. At this time, the young man's consciousness was already chaotic, but what was different from before was that he was holding on to Huai'an's wrist tightly, even in a coma. I have never let go.

Huai'an looked down at the young man's tightly closed eyebrows and pale lips, his eyes dimmed slightly.

"My lord, his favorability jumped to 90.00% in one fell swoop, and directly jumped to more than 30.00%." ​​The system said.

"Tsk, he's a sullen little brother." Huai'an chuckled, "I thought...tsk..."

It's no wonder, since he knew Luo Yuan, he has been expelled from the sect, how could he still have a heart for Buddhism?

Thinking of how he kept refusing when he pestered him back then, Huai'an unconsciously put his palm on the young man's neck, and tightened his fingertips slightly——

The brows of the comatose young man frowned slightly, the young man seemed to wake up, concealed the irritability in his eyes, and then withdrew his palm.

In this regard, Luo Yuan knew nothing about it.

Huai'an showed an indifferent smile to the young man on the ground, the smile that didn't reach his eyes floated on the surface, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

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Today I have a splitting headache, I... go to bed first, good night, babies~