When I Ditched the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Su Mingxiu couldn't help opening his eyes slightly.

The smell of roasted cumin wafted from the tip of his nose. Seeing that Guimian was still thrashing his limbs, ready to roll over on the willow sticks to marinate himself more deliciously, he finally couldn't help but uttered again: "Nonsense!"

The cold voice stopped the little girl on the willow branch.

Gui Mian couldn't tell her emotion, thought she was angry, and immediately stopped moving.But the porcelain pot in his hand was still tilted, and the aroma in the room became stronger for a while, and the smell of cumin and pepper almost stained Su Mingxiu's clothes.

Because Guimian was teased around when catching the succubus before, she didn't set up a barrier, but now she heard a voice from outside, someone shouted drunkenly: "Go to the next door and see what they are roasting! Why is it so delicious!"

Errand, who was running errands on the stage, thought suspiciously when he came here, he remembered that there were no guests in this house, could it be that a thief broke in?

With such thoughts in mind, Xiao Er pushed open the door without thinking, and saw a frosty face standing by the carved window railing, and a fire was burning in front of her, and on the fire... was a person.

Xiao Er was so frightened that he took a step backwards, at first he was suffocated by the beauty with icy muscles and bones, he thought he saw a fairy descending to the earth, but now he saw that the person roasting on the fire was obviously a human being, so he knew what kind of fairy she was. I'm afraid it's a mountain spirit and wild monster from nowhere.

He knocked his heels on the threshold, and the distinguished guest next door was still urging him to name the delicious food here. Hearing the voice, his pupils constricted, and his voice was dry: "It's roasting, it's... roasting..."

Roast people!

Su Mingxiu's brows moved slightly, which immediately caused a sound in the little girl's mind, and then passed out without saying a word.

Afterwards, a light mist rose from outside the door, so that mortals in the past were covered by the mist when they walked here, and even the drunk man who was calling to beg for food from the next door immediately forgot what happened before.

Tick, tick.

The sweat soaked in venom fell into the fire, and Guimian, who was hung on the branch, slowly exhausted his spiritual energy. He felt that the water in his body was gradually evaporating, like a newborn yellow-haired puppy under the hot summer sun, vomiting exhaustedly. the lower tip of the tongue.

"Master..." She asked vaguely, "Am I not familiar yet?"

"Uh..." Su Mingxiu was a bit dumbfounded when asked.

She stared at the little girl on the fire with a complex expression, and being stared at by the clear eyes on that immature face could easily make people feel trusted, so she had no choice but to look away, thinking of the symptoms of the succubus love , asked coldly: "Is it hot?"

Gui Mian nodded, thinking that this would allow her to let herself go.

After a long while, the person who asked the question murmured that he was confused, cast a spell to put away the torch, let go of the wicker, waved the teapot and cup on the table not far away, and hung them in front of Guimian's eyes.

The released man's clothes were disheveled, and there were some dark marks on his face, but he touched it nonchalantly. Under Su Mingxiu's signal, he picked up the teacup and drank all the water in it.

Afterwards, the fresh air outside the house was drawn, circling around her, and the coolness immediately soothed the heat in her body, but her face was still flushed.

"Is it still hot?"

Her teacher cherished words like gold and asked again.

Gui Mian thought about it seriously, raised her hand and compared her little finger, "It's still so... hot."

then.

Su Mingxiu moved her fingertips slightly, and wrapped up the willow branch that was folded by the moat when she came, and wrapped it around her waist. The next moment, the little girl was lifted and thrown out of the window——

"Run around the city three times."

Su Mingxiu said incomparably coldly.

midnight.

The sound of the beaters came from the streets and alleys, and the whole city became quiet, except for the bustling Hualiu Lane.

At this time, a thin figure was lying on the side of the alley with a pale face and no strength at all.But when he looked at the figure beside him, there was no resentment or hatred in his eyes, and he just replied seriously: "Master, I... finished running."

Su Mingxiu reckoned that the poison was almost exhausted, and wanted to take him back to Lingyu Mountain directly, but Guimian didn't know how to complain about hard work, seeing this face became so gloomy, she still couldn't bear it.

Since she was not familiar with this small town, she picked up Guimian's collar and chose a nearby place to live.

Unexpectedly, just passing through the Yingying and Yanyan, following the passer-by into the house, he was dazzled by the winding red thread that was taken down from the beams of the house.

At first glance, Su Mingxiu thought she had fallen into a ball of wool.

The woman leading the way covered her face with a round fan and smiled, met her cold eyes, and explained with a low smile: "Oh, this is left by the previous guest. That guest has some special preferences. If my sister doesn't like , I have someone here to collect it."

Su Mingxiu stared at Gui Mian in her hand, thinking blankly, whether her thin body could bear the consequences of being frozen in the snow and ice for a night on the top of Lingyu Mountain.

The conclusion is that it cannot.

So she rejected the other party in a cold voice. After closing the door, she was about to raise her hand to burn the red threads into ashes. Just as she raised her hand, Guimian, who had just been put down, took a step forward and landed on the messy ball of thread , as if being stuck by a spider web, spread out its hands and feet in mid-air, and was just held up.

As if she felt that she would not have to struggle to walk to the bed by herself, so the little girl Guimian turned over again, half leaning on these chaotic red lines in the air, facing Su Mingxiu, and asked Su Mingxiu curiously: "Master, what is this?"

Because she has no empathy and love, she feels novelty about everything in this world, as if as long as she learns a lot and imitates a lot, she can laugh when she should laugh and cry when she should cry like all other normal people.

Su Mingxiu's cultivation level is high, and he doesn't need to practice like ordinary people, but now that Guimian is lying on the bed and not sleeping, he is here fiddling with the ball of red thread, and his slender and white wrists and ankles are full of traces of the red thread , subconsciously closed his eyes, exhaled a cloud of foul air, and said softly: "Dirty things."

She said, "Stay away."

Gui Mian was very convinced by her words, and when she heard that it was a dirty thing, she gathered up all her strength and left, walked limply to the door, opened the door and asked the people nearby to bring in water, trying to wash herself clean after touching the dirty thing some.

The sound of dripping water in the room came through the screen, disturbing Su Mingxiu's cultivation.

In the original owner's tendons and veins, the wound left by the time of crossing the catastrophe remained, just like a thunderstorm took root in her muscles and bones. Afterwards, every time she drew qi into her body and moved around the sky, the remaining wound would be wiped away. Fire it up again.

Every time he practiced, he had to endure the pain of countless wounds being torn open and then healed again. With the spiritual energy flushing again and again, and running thousands of times, the heart-wracking pain would be slightly relieved.

She then set up an enchantment around her to block all external noises, and devoted herself to practice.

Until midnight, the moonlight streamed in from the window.

The person sitting on the wooden chair opened her eyes slightly, and just exhaled, she saw a very focused gaze staring at her outside her enchantment. She was startled for a while, then came back to her senses, and withdrew from the enchantment and asked: "What is it?"

Gui Mian, who yawned countless times and was trying to hold on to her drowsiness, met her dark eyes, pressed her face against the table, and replied in a soft voice: "Senior sisters said..."

"There is an enchantment, which means that the people inside must be well protected."

Su Mingxiu's eyelashes trembled.

Her throat moved slightly, and she suddenly wanted to reach out to touch the other party's neck, and asked, why is her vocal cords so hoarse as if they were injured?

But thinking of the system in his mind, after all, Su Mingxiu just lowered his eyelashes, and replied sarcastically, "I don't need your protection."

Gui Mian regarded all her words as the standard, and nodded obediently when she heard the words, "Oh, I remember."

After a pause, she said, "I won't do this next time, Master, don't be angry."

Gui Mian also remembered that those senior sisters said that if the words spoken by the apprentices are refuted by the masters, it means that they are not enlightened enough and misunderstood the meaning, and the masters who find out that they have accepted stupid disciples will be angry.

"I……"

Su Mingxiu originally wanted to say that he was not angry, but thinking of Guimian's current state of being ignorant of all emotions and desires, it must be difficult to tell the difference between this little guy, so it was rare for him to say something, but he didn't finish.

Her eyes reflected this sleepy person who didn't even bother to lift his head from the table. After a while, she urged softly: "Don't you want to rest?"

Guimian rubbed her eyes and got up from the table, scratching the wounds on her body that had been scratched during the day, the wounds under her clothes scabbed quickly, but it was very itchy.

With a big movement, a ball of red thread accidentally fell from her sleeve, Guimian followed the movement and looked at the table, suddenly remembered something, picked up the red thread and handed it to Su Mingxiu.

The tone was still as serious as ever, "I told them just now that those are dirty, let them replace them with new ones."

Afterwards, she rarely asked Su Mingxiu carefully, "Master, how do you use the new one?"

The little girl naively regarded this thing as a necessary thing for human beings, and this attitude of breaking the casserole to ask the bottom line gave Su Mingxiu a rare headache.

Faced with such a pure heart, those dirty explanations can't explain a single word.

She lowered her eyes to look at the red thread for a while, and finally stretched out her hand to take the red thread. She casually tied the ends of the ends with her white fingertips, and then stretched the red thread. With her fingertips flipping, the beautiful rope bridge appeared. was pulled out.

The little girl sitting opposite stared at it intently, thinking that this was some important cultivation method, and tried hard to remember it.

After a while, she turned the red thread that Su Mingxiu handed back to the same rope bridge, and looked over again with longing eyes.

Su Mingxiu: "..."

Inexplicably, she raised her hand to take the flower rope, and then relying on countless changing patterns, she actually spent the whole night with Guimian in this room turning the flower rope.

Noon the next day.

Hualiu Lane was exceptionally quiet, but the street market outside was bustling with vendors shouting everywhere.

Su Mingxiu guessed that Guimian had made up for his sleep before waking him up and preparing to leave the town and return to Lingyu Mountain.

The little girl yawned and followed behind her with her head down. She still didn't forget to put on the red thread from last night again. She was afraid of losing it in her bosom and had no purse on her body. After thinking for a moment, she tied it around her wrist.

Now the faintly visible wrist fell into the eyes of the guide last night.

The woman was also sleepy. Seeing the last shock, she looked at Su Mingxiu's back in amazement, and then at Guimian who was still yawning and sleepy. Her eyes were full of grief:

Unexpectedly, there is such a beastly woman in the world.

Looking at the immortal demeanor, he might be someone who practiced some kind of sorcery!

She is well-informed and knows that there are also those who are interesting among women in this world.But the doll who followed her seemed to be young, and the red line in the room was not enough last night, and the child asked her to ask for another ball.

And they messed around until the sun was up!

That's all, and now the child still has this mark on his body...

hiss.

She glanced at Su Mingxiu's side face again, and thought to herself, the more beautiful a woman is, the more poisonous her heart is.

Pooh!

Clothed bird-beast!