[Quick Transmigration] Textbook Edition Counterattack Manual

Stupid* Luo Yuan's face was sullen, looking at the back of Huai'an's departure, unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand to touch the cheek that Huai'an had touched lightly just now.

It's like grabbing one of the opponent's tails, the feeling of being pulled in the palm of his hand makes him like honey.

He didn't know what he thought of, the smile on Luo Yuan's face gradually faded, he lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

On the second day, Huai'an changed into a red gradient skirt. He tied his hair in a bun, without any makeup, and happily jumped in front of the young man: "Handsome brother, do you think I look good?"

After all, the young man turned around, the hem of his skirt fluttered like the waves of the ocean, shining brightly, making his eyebrows deep and curved like the moon in the sky, as beautiful as the most delicate rose in the quiet valley.

The young man who finished his morning class in the morning blushed unconsciously, pursed his lips and said to him seriously: "It looks good."

"My handsome brother has such a sweet mouth, let me reward one~" The young man stood on tiptoe and kissed the young man's chin.

Luo Yuan stepped back, and just when he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that the soft touch on his chin had disappeared. He looked down and saw the young man complaining: "Why are you so tall? I can't even kiss you!"

"You're doing fine."

Luo Yuan bent down, and reached out to touch the boy's bun, the cool touch of his fingertips made him unconsciously raise the corners of his lips slightly.

Huai'an snorted rather dissatisfied, then grabbed the young man's clothes and said, "Let's go out and buy things for the wedding now~ Handsome brother, hurry up~"

youth:"……"

He kind of wanted to get away with it.

But Huai'an didn't give him this chance to escape, those pair of autumn eyes stared at him watery, whenever he said a word of refusal, it would be covered by mist, even though not a drop of tears fell, but those eyes were more affectionate Big eyes can talk.

Luo Yuan couldn't bear that kind of offensive, even though he knew that the other party was pretending, he could only follow behind Huai An disheveledly, silently and helplessly watching him pick and choose rouge and gouache, and tirelessly comparing the jade in his hands. hairpin.

The young man looked back at Luo Yuan, his eyebrows were like distant black, his eyes were like water in autumn waves, his lips were like roses blooming in the morning, especially with dewdrops.

Passers-by accidentally caught a glimpse of Huai An's face, stood still with dull eyes, stared at his face from a distance, and salivated extremely.

"Handsome brother, do you think this looks better, or this one?" Huai'an showed Luo Yuan with two steps in his hand.

Luo Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth against the envious eyes of passers-by: "They all look good."

"Then can I buy it?" Huai'an looked at Luo Yuan expectantly, but before Luo Yuan could speak, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly put down the two steps in his hand, and sighed melancholy: "Forget it." .”

Luo Yuan was taken aback for a moment, before he could react, Huai'an turned around and changed to another shopping place. The young man stood there for a while, looking down at the Huatian above the two steps, his eyes lighted. It dimmed slightly.

He probably knew Huai'an's concerns.

Feeling distressed and helpless, Luo Yuan sighed lightly, and before Huai An paid attention to him, he said to the peddler: "I want both of these."

The peddler smiled and handed Bu Yao to Luo Yuan's hands, with a deep meaning: "Master, your wife is so pretty."

Speaking of the beauty of Huai'an, Luo Yuan is proud of himself, but he was quite sore and dissatisfied when he just said it out of his mouth. He glanced at the peddler and walked behind Huai'an without saying a word.

Huai'an turned to look at him: "Look, how pretty is this suit?"

The flower color on the bright red fabric is a graceful and luxurious peony, and his fingers are on it, showing clear bones, slender and white.

Luo Yuan frowned and smiled: "It looks good."

A sense of crisis subconsciously surged from the bottom of his heart, and the brows of the young man frowned subconsciously. He watched Huai An excitedly choose the fabric in his hand, but he heard the rustling sound of walking.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and the young man's complexion changed slightly.

"Huai Niang, run!"

Huai'an turned his head, his pupils shrank, and the cloth he held in his arms fell to the ground with a plop. The young man saw the silver blade pressing on the young man's neck, and was so frightened that even his complexion turned pale.

"You, who are you!?" He trembled.

A group of middle-aged men with knives dressed like ordinary people sneered, and the young man who was leading Luo Yuan raised his eyebrows. He looked Huai'an up and down, and said with a sneer, "Leave this to our master." You, come with us, or... this man's life..."

Without waiting for the adults to continue talking, Huai'an said decisively: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Luo Yuan stared blankly, was suppressed half kneeling on the ground, and suddenly raised his head to look at Huai'an.

There was unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

Like a blazing flaming lion, it comes to the pavement with its teeth and claws open: "I don't allow it!"

"Handsome brother, be good." Huai'an stepped forward, bent down and kissed the young man's forehead, his eyes were gentle: "I will be back soon~"

The anger in his heart almost exploded, Luo Yuan struggled a few times, but still couldn't break free from these young and middle-aged men with strong internal strength, he could only watch helplessly as Huai An passed by his body, and slowly walked to the two men with knives behind him. around the youth.

He heard Huai An say: "I'll go with you, you let handsome brother go."

He also heard the young man say, "Okay, I promise you."

Luo Yuan closed his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, as well as the painful heart palpitations.

The pain was like a nail firmly nailed to his heart, which could not be pulled out or removed.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had nothing now.

Without martial arts, without money, he is nothing.

He is just an ordinary person suffering from love.

Luo Yuan closed his eyes, trembling unconsciously.

The young man in the lead glanced at Luo Yuan who was trembling all over, sneered, seemed to be mocking, and gave an order to knock him unconscious.

The huge force hit the young man's neck in an instant, and before he fell asleep, he seemed to hear the young man's faint voice: "Send him back."

The voice is neither delicate nor soft, it is the voice of an ordinary boy, but it is like a cold and noble snow lotus, carrying superiority and indifference.

"Young master, these ordinary people..." The originally frivolous man changed his face in an instant, and bowed respectfully to Huai'an.

Huai An glanced at the ordinary people he was referring to, narrowed his eyes slightly, and announced their future fate cruelly.

"Look at it and deal with it."

That is, the reputation of the Sacred Fire Cult has long been ruined, so why not really do what their sect called the Demon Cult?

Huai'an hooked the corners of his lips, Xie Si slowly climbed up his brows, the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze people.

On him, it seemed that there was no light at all, and an incomparable darkness rushed towards his face.

The subordinate inadvertently glanced at him, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, trembling: "Young master, young master..."

Master Demon Venerable, who withdrew his dark emotions, brushed his brows, squinted, charming and frivolous: "What?"

The subordinate choked up and lowered his head obsequiously.

The blood stained the ground, the young man came stepping on the blood, and then left slowly with the ringing of the bell. His figure was swaying and colorful, like a fairy, with intoxicating dreams and blood, weird and beautiful.

"The holy fire is shining, and I am the only one who walks alone; the moonlight shakes, and enters my dream; the world is old, and all return to dust; only I am not old, the Holy See of the Holy Fire..."

With the clear voice and the sound of the bell, the boy swayed slowly, and looked back at the dead town.

As if infected by blood, the bright red color rushed over. The boy closed his eyes and looked back at the respectful expressions of his subordinates.

"Oh, I accidentally killed so many people, what if Father gets angry..."

In that fluttering voice, it was light and soft, with a slightly coquettish tone.

But the subordinates felt the pressure, they knelt down in fear, trembling all over.

"Young, young master, you, don't worry, those are all traitors of the Holy Fire Cult, the leader will not be angry!"

The astute subordinate prepared the draft early and flattered Huai'an.

Huai'an chuckled: "I just like what you said."

"It just so happens that I lack a Left Guardian by my side, how about you being the Left Guardian?"

The flattering subordinate was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes showed ecstasy: "Thank you, my subordinate, for the promotion!"

Huai'an smiled, and then said: "Okay, let's go back to the Western Regions."

"Then, the Second Young Master..." one of the subordinates asked cautiously.

"What does he do? He loves to play so much, so let him play~ He will always come back." Huai'an said meaningfully.

When they come back, they will bring a large number of martial arts people to encircle and suppress.

The subordinates no longer had any objections, and Huai An turned around and left without any nostalgia. The breeze brushed his skirt, and the moment he lifted it, his small ankle was exposed, and the golden bell jingled.

This is a real world.

It is so real that even if you are out of the control of the plot, it can keep you going.

Huai'an was very clear, so before he left, he specially sent the Right Guardian by his side to continue playing the role of Mrs. Huai.

If someone replaces his identity, the traverser will transfer the artillery fire to that person, so the person imprisoned in the prison will become the right guardian of Huai'an from Huai'an.

Of course, that protector right is not a good person either.

The right protector is a spy planted in the Holy Fire Cult by the traitors of the Holy Fire Cult.

As for the spies, Huai'an had always been too lazy to deal with them, and directly assigned him a task. The Right Protector was flattered that he was appreciated by Huai'an, and would soon be able to break into the Holy Fire Cult to obtain the secret order of the Holy Fire.

Back in the Western Regions, Huai'an planted a few more eyes and ears around Huaining, not many, but enough for Huai'an to know what the other party was doing.

After finishing all this, Lord Mozun was rarely free. He put on a pair of red cedar trousers, and lay lazily on his side on the gorgeous gold-carved wood mattress, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The system couldn't help but say: "Sir, don't you think it's strange?"

"How strange?"

Mr. Mozun, who had obviously changed into men's clothes, was still glamorous and charming, picking up the grapes placed on the head of the bed, licking them lightly with the tip of his small tongue, and then holding them in his mouth.

The system takes a breath.

The author has something to say

System: I'm straight, thank you!

Huaian with a grape in his mouth: Huh?

The voice is lazy, soft and charming in the mouth.

System: ...emmmm, really, at most I just...bent for a while!

(Moving tomorrow, okay, when I change to a new place, I can happily drop double updates~ hee hee hee)