The Fascinating Beauty Gets Cannon Fodder Characters [Quick Transmigration]

"Sir, please sit down." The boss dragged out a chair from under the counter, "Why is it uncomfortable? Can you untie the collar a bit, sir, let me see."

Duan Jin's skin is very fair and tender, but the purple and black circle on his neck is even more shocking.

The boss was taken aback: "What's going on here? Did you fight with someone? You don't seem to be able to fight with others. Is someone trying to kill you?"

Duan Jin seemed like a careless young master, so the boss turned his attention to Xie Cheng: "What's the situation? Has that person been caught?"

Xie Cheng stared at Duan Jin's neck, his face was extremely ugly, the hand hanging on the side of the leg was clenched into a fist, and his arm trembled slightly.

Hearing the boss's question, he pursed his lips and uttered three words: "I got it..."

Duan Jin glanced at him.

"That's good, that's good." The boss picked up a transparent disc from the table, channeled the spiritual power into it, and looked at Duan Jin's neck carefully for a while, "Fortunately, it's all trauma, no injury It’s enough to apply some anti-stasis medicine on the inside and outside. It’s just that the skin of the young master...may be stinging with medicine from the mortal world, you see..."

Xie Cheng put the bag of spirit stones on the table: "Use the best medicine."

The boss picked up the bag and weighed it, then smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

He put the bag in his sleeve, took out a small bottle from the cabinet and put it on the table, "Get a basin of water, pour the skin cleansing lotion into it, and wipe the patient's wound. I will decoct the medicine in it, and the medicine must be decocted immediately." .”

After the boss left, Xie Cheng went to the yard to wash the basin several times, then filled the basin with water and put it on the counter.

He pursed his lips and said in a dull tone, "Did you wear a handkerchief?"

Young Master Duan thought that handkerchiefs belonged to girls, and he never wanted to carry them with him.

In the past, at home, there were maids and servants who took care of them;

But now that he came to the Qiongxiao faction, he couldn't bring his followers. Although the family had prepared several handkerchiefs of high-quality fabrics for him, Young Master Duan would not bring them with him.

Xie Cheng knew Duan Jin's expression, so he walked to the backyard: "I'll ask the shopkeeper."

"The handkerchief? Didn't you both bring it? I have it here, but the fabric is not very good, it's ordinary cotton, and it's not new. It's on the shelf over there. You can get it yourself."

Xie Cheng came out empty-handed.

He glanced at the purple and black bruises on Duan Jin's neck, pursed his lips, lowered his head when he met Duan Jin's gaze, and said in a low voice, "I'll go down the mountain to buy."

"Going down the mountain?" Duan Jin was surprised.

Xie Cheng looked up at Duan Jin, then lowered his head again, his voice lowered: "I'll run over, very quickly."

"Uh..." Duan Jin recalled the situation when he went to Qiongxiao Mountain. The mountain road was rugged and overgrown with weeds. It was difficult to walk during the day, let alone at night, not to mention that Xie Cheng said he was going to run down.

Even if Xie Cheng was the main character, Duan Jin would not dare to let him run down the mountain at such a high temperature.

He grabbed Xie Cheng's cuff: "How fast can it be? How long do you want me to wait here?"

He wrinkled his nose, pursed his lips slightly, and hummed unwillingly: "I don't want to wait here until tomorrow morning. Didn't you bring a handkerchief, go wash it a few times and wipe it for me."

Xie Cheng raised his head suddenly, and saw that although the young man's delicate face was full of condescension and reluctance, there was no loathing or dissatisfaction in those bright peach eyes.

He recalled Shi Jin's tone in the mine, the words were coquettish and arrogant, but the tone seemed to have no sense of disgust.

It was almost October, and the weather was turning from early autumn to late autumn. Xie Cheng was only wearing a thin layer of single clothes, but his chest was burning hot.

The young master didn't despise him.The young master saw that it was his mother's handkerchief.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you in a daze again?" Duan Jin yelled a few words to thank Cheng but didn't recover, so he had to kick him.

"I'll go wash." Xie Cheng didn't pat the shoe prints on his legs, and walked out quickly to wash his handkerchief.

Xie Cheng washed it several times, and Duan Jin was still drowsy when he came back. He only woke up when the warm handkerchief lightly touched his neck.

"Huh? Is there hot water here?" Duan Jin's voice was a little tired and nasal.

Xie Cheng put the wet handkerchief in his palm, warmed it up, and then carefully wiped it on Duan Jin's neck: "No, I used my hands. I have washed my hands too."

He played his voice very softly, as if he felt that a little louder would disturb Duan Jin.

"Hmm." The Duan family was very sleepy, half-closed their eyes, and muttered to accuse him, "Stop pinching people so hard in the future, it hurts. You are responsible for the money for the medicine, so you can't ask me for it."

It was clearly said by the bully master, but because of the lazy little nasal voice, it sounded like a soft complaint.No matter how you listen, how cute you are.

Xie Cheng paused for a moment, only to feel that his ears were itching numbly again, and his whole body became hot.

I hated myself even more in my heart for being cruel before I knew the person.

If he had acted harder at that time, he might never have heard the young master talk to him again.

Xie Cheng pinched the palm of the other hand hard before he could control the trembling of fear.

"After earning the money to buy medicine, I will punish myself."

What he said was extremely solemn, Duan Jin raised his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance: "What good is it to me if you punish yourself? If you really want to make amends."

There was a hint of cunning in Taohua's eyes, "Just help me draw the breath into my body."

In the setting of this world, helping people to draw Qi into the body not only consumes spiritual power, but also consumes cultivation, and breaks part of the spiritual roots.

Although the loss is not much, no one will want to.After all, irreversible.

Even in the relationship between father and son, there are very few people who help their children to draw Qi into their bodies.

Duan Jin's neck injury looks horrific, but it will heal within a few days after taking the medicine, which is nothing compared to the broken spiritual root.

Xie Cheng solemnly replied: "Okay..."

Duan Jin blinked: "You promised me, don't go back on your word."

Xie Cheng looked at Duan Jin's peach-blossom eyes, and felt only a sense of relief that he could atone for his sins, and once again solemnly replied: "No..."

A task node was easily completed, and Duan Jin closed her eyes with satisfaction: "Take it easy, I'm so sleepy. Call me now."

"En." Xie Cheng felt that his heart was too soft, and replied softly.

When the pharmacy owner finally cooked the medicine and came out, Duan Jin leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed, breathing long and hard, obviously falling asleep.

And the stern young man stood beside him, gently touching his neck with a handkerchief, his eyes were tender and obsessive that the young man didn't realize.

The boss walked over with the medicine in hand. When the stern young man looked at him, he turned cold again, and said with his mouth: "Easy..."

He has been practicing medicine and distributing medicine for so many years, does he still need you, a brat, to teach him?

The boss blew his beard angrily.

All injuries and illnesses in the world of immortality can be cured with elixir and spiritual power, and this boss has two talents for opening a pharmacy in one of the three sects of the world of immortality.After applying the light green transparent ointment, the bruises on Duan Jin's neck became lighter immediately.

The boss gently and quickly helped Duan Jin apply the good medicine, and then gently wrapped the bandage. During the whole process, Duan Jin didn't even move her eyelashes, and she still slept soundly.

The boss whispered to Xie Cheng: "Two more medicines tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will heal. Remember to bring the spirit stone."

Xie Cheng nodded...

He knelt down, shook Duan Jin's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "The medicine is ready."

Duan Jin's eyelashes trembled, but his eyelids were heavy, he couldn't open his eyes, and complained softly: "I'm so sleepy, I just sleep here."

Xie Cheng glanced at the boss, and continued to call Duan Jin softly: "Go back and sleep again."

Duan Jin snorted unhappily, turned his head to the other side, and covered his small ears with his hands, not wanting to listen to Xie Cheng at all.

The boss smiled cutely at the young man, and said to Xie Cheng: "You can't sleep on the chair, or you won't be able to straighten your sore waist tomorrow. How about you carry him back?"

Xie Cheng looked at Duan Jinxian's long eyelashes, and his heart beat faster again.

The young master didn't dislike his veil.

Is it possible that she doesn't dislike being carried by him?

His undershirt was just changed yesterday, and it was fairly clean. It was made of linen and cotton, and it was already very soft after washing it many times.

Xie Cheng gently took Duan Jin's hand away, and his voice could not stop longing: "Shall I carry you back?"

"No." Xie Cheng's heart sank, and Duan Jin said again, "You can't carry it."

"I can move my back."

"You have been digging for a long time, so tired..." Duan Jin was a little impatient, "Sleepy, don't bother me."

"Not tired……"

Duan Jin found that if he replied, the person who quarreled with him would reply, so she closed her mouth and refused to reply.

Seeing that Duan Jin didn't refuse again, Xie Cheng swallowed his Adam's apple, and his heart beat a little faster.

He squatted down with his back to Duan Jin, put his arms on his chest, and then dragged Duan Jin's thigh to carry him on his back.

He is like carrying a cloud.Duan Jin's soft and tender cheeks were right on the side of his neck, Xie Cheng's neck stiffened for a moment, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, his little face, which was tenderer than the tofu he had eaten, would be broken.

Shallow breathing hit his collarbone, that piece of skin was completely numb, there was a chaotic heartbeat in his ears, and every part of his back that Duan Jin pressed against began to feel numb and hot.

Xie Cheng took a deep breath and walked out of the store after feeling that his feet were not so fluttering.

After less than an hour's journey, he finally returned to the dormitory when he walked to Choushizhong.

In the dormitory, those snoring sleepers covered their heads with quilts, and the snoring was much quieter. When Duan Jin was gently placed on the bed, his eyelashes trembled, and then he turned over, but he was not disturbed. Awake.

Xie Cheng stood on the bedside looking at Duan Jin's sleeping face, stroked his chest, his heart was still beating fast.

He let out a breath and went to the courtyard to take a cold shower.

And when he lay on the bed and saw Duan Jin's snow-white nape, his heartbeat became unbearably fast again.

Xie Cheng frowned slightly, is he sick?

But with the money earned in the past few days, I have to buy medicine for the young master first, and then I have to buy a few sets of coats made of good materials. I don't have any money left to go to the doctor.

Xie Cheng had a dream.

In the dream, he was in a village. There was a big landlord in the village, who was full of crimes and tyranny. Taking advantage of the disaster year, the whole village was bought by the landlord, and the villagers were miserable.

His parents died early and were adopted.In another year of natural disasters, the family could hardly get rid of the pot, but the land rent charged by the big landlord was even higher.

In desperation, his adoptive parents had no choice but to sell him to a big landlord's family as a slave to pay the rent, and he became a lowly citizen from then on.

The adoptive mother cried so hard that she couldn't stand upright, and repeatedly lamented that she was sorry for him.

Because of his age, he was arranged to serve the only son of a big landowner.

He endured the shame and hatred, thinking that he must take revenge on the family and let them experience the pain of losing their child.

Although the landlord's only son didn't do any bad things directly, but such extravagant life comes from the people's anointing, and he is not innocent.

This young master was indeed as he had imagined, weak and slender, with extravagant daily expenses.

But even though he was transferred to the young master's yard, he actually didn't have a chance to get close to the young master.

Serving the young master are four beautiful maids raised since childhood and a middle-aged steward. He can only occasionally see the young master sitting on the swing when cleaning the courtyard.

But don't let him push.

The landlord's house does not have a spring break, and the servants who have not signed the contract of sale have a three-day holiday during the winter solstice.The landlord's house suddenly became empty.

He was assigned to serve the food.Seeing plates of exquisite food that he had never seen before being brought up, and then brought down and thrown away almost without being touched, the hatred in his heart was ignited again.

His younger brother died of starvation last winter.

How many years will the money for this table of food be enough for their family?

That night, he was arranged to pour bath water for the young master.

The young master liked bathing so much that the landlord even built a bath for the only son to enjoy.

The water mist in the bath is hazy, the floor tiles are made of white jade, and there are night pearls embedded on the walls.

The young master turned his back to him, his long black hair sticking to his fair back, half covering his butterfly bones, making him look even weaker and deceitful.

He poured a handful of water on his shoulders, without turning his head, and ordered: "After pouring the water, go out, and tell the people in the woodshed that there is no need to boil the water."

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, instead of going out, he was getting closer and closer. The young master turned around and said angrily, "Who cares about the servants? It's so unruly... Come on!"

He tightly covered the young master's mouth, because he was in a hurry, the young master was talking again, and his index finger stuck into the young master's mouth.

But he didn't want to pull it out, but stuck it in, involuntarily messing with the young master's tongue.

Such a bad temper, such a hard mouth, and such a soft tongue?

The body is also smooth and tender, and the little young master can be broken with a little force.

Seeing the sparkling anger in the young master Tao Hua's eyes grew even worse, he made a decision in his heart.

We can't let this kind of wicked person die happily, he wants to torture him slowly.

Without hesitation, he jumped into the water.

Later dreams became blurred and chaotic.

He only remembered that the young master's body was tender everywhere, and he could get red marks with no use of strength.

He had no choice but to find the most fleshy place on the young master's body and teach him a lesson or two.

No bad lessons will be taught here.

The young master was stunned, then became even more angry, and finally cried.

He was so vile that he licked up the young master's tears and forced the young master to send the maid away and send him to serve her close by.

The young master didn't listen to him at first, and called him an evil servant, and said harshly that he would be expelled from the house. He taught him a lesson before he agreed in tears.

He was satisfied.

Seeing the young master crying so aggrieved, he felt uneasy.It's obviously useless, and it's in the water, so it's impossible to hurt people.

But the young master is so tender, it is very possible that even a light pat to an ordinary person would make him feel pain.

So he shackled the young master and dived into the water to see the place where he taught him a lesson.

Fortunately, it was the same color as the rest of the young master's body, pink and white, not red.

When he dived up, he found that the young master was crying even harder.

【Speak】

Xie Cheng: Solemnly declare that the behavior in the dream does not represent my thoughts.