Sick Beauty Plays the System [Quick Transmigration]

"dirty."

Zhou Pingshi seemed very nervous about the finger puller, even though the solidified red blood covered most of his vision, he still raised his hand to reach it with difficulty.

But the fingertips were suddenly crushed on the soles of the soap boots, and the black pupils like chestnut kites were almost bloody, like Shura who had taken off the human skin: "Where did you get this finger?"

The young man is close to the gate of hell, his natural consciousness is confused, but he still almost contemptuously provocatively said: "It is... a humble sweetheart... a gift..."

Wuwu exerted all his strength, seeing that Zhou Pingshi's hand was about to be crushed by this foot——

A pink and white, soft and delicate Xifu crabapple came from nowhere like an arrow and hit the back of the 梼杌 head.

Ordinary crabapple has no fragrance, only Xifu crabapple has a strong fragrance, even if there is only one, the faint wisp is like a slap in the face, instantly awakening the mind that was thrown away by the man.

The flower can fly so far without falling, it is obvious that the person who controls the flower has reached the pinnacle of dexterity, so that when it hits, it still has enough power to deter the almost frantic 梼杌.

Even so, the power of the flower is far inferior to that of a real arrow, but such flexibility makes Wu Wu's heart twitch violently, and he hardly dares to move a little.

Before the man could take the next step, the second flower had already arrived, knocking on his bleeding fist, like a silent warning.

The third flower hit the back of his neck, as if reaching his Adam's apple through flesh and blood, and then put on the bridle and reins, so that he would not dare to do anything recklessly again.

The three crabapples suppressed Wu Wu's already bursting anger, and the murderous intent in his panting voice gradually faded away. Finally, he closed his eyes fiercely, left the school grounds with great strides and said "that's it for today".

The soldiers returned to their positions, and only Zhou Pingshi, who was almost unconscious, was left in the huge campus.

He raised his eyes slowly in complete silence, his eyes were bright red and blurred, and he felt vaguely as if someone was gradually approaching.

Wei Hanyue squatted a few steps away from him, with his hands behind his back, and asked with concern, "How, can you stand up?"

Zhou Pingshi didn't want to appear useless in front of his sweetheart, so he tried his best to hold on to the ground and tried to stand up, but his injuries were too serious, his waist and abdomen were half supported, and he fell down staggeringly.

As soon as Wei Hanyue realized that he couldn't hold on, Wei Hanyue backed away in fear of avoiding it, and gathered up the skirt that dragged the floor.

Zhou Pingshi didn't understand what he meant and said, "Why, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Hanyue said honestly, "Dirty."

Zhou Pingshi was taken aback at first, but then felt ashamed and sour.

He was soaked in blood and paralyzed on the sandy ground, which was naturally filthy. Wei Hanyue didn't want to get dirty, so he put his hands behind his back and kept away from him.

Zhou Pingshi tried his best to suppress the bloody smell in his throat, and said apologetically, "The wind and sand here...is heavy, and it's very pickled. Go back quickly...I'm fine, just dinner..."

Wei Hanyue quickly waved his hands, and said empathetically, "You can rest at ease, and I'll just go out to eat."

-

After a few days without incident, Wu Wu looked at the beam of the house dozens of times a day with secret hopes, but every time he only saw an empty shadow.

He began to look at the messy and fragrant Xifu crabapples outside Wei Hanyue's house for a long time as if he lost his soul, and he could even draw the crabapples inadvertently in the battle report.

And Wei Hanyue had no intention of appeasing his thirsty old virgin heart, and lived happily.

Zhou Pingshi roasted hares for Wei Hanyue that day, and said, "There is a bonfire party tonight, do you want to go and see it?"

Wei Hanyue asked suspiciously, "Bonfire party?"

"Yes," Zhou Pingshi turned the iron sign skillfully and said, "Once a year, it's more lively than Yuan Day."

Wei Hanyue pondered, tapped his cheek with his fingertips, and suddenly asked: "Will your majesty be there too?"

Zhou Pingshi was slightly taken aback, and then he denied it: "The king never attends."

Wei Hanyue smiled, but stopped asking.

-

According to the rules of Baozhangling, all men, women and children participating in the bonfire party should wear half-face masks to cover their foreheads and eyebrows. Therefore, Wei Hanyue also went to the village to do as the Romans do, wearing a little white fox mask and going with Zhou Pingshi.

It was still early when we arrived, and the bonfire was already blazing. Firewood and pine branches raised clusters of raging fires. Beside the fire, cattle, sheep, chickens, and pigs provided by the mountain villagers were set up to be roasted for everyone. Thousands of low animal skin stools and small wooden tables one foot square.

The two found a seat with an excellent viewing angle and closer to the bonfire.

Such a grand event is naturally empty for thousands of people, so the dense crowd sat on the inner third floor and the outer third floor. No matter how many seats are prepared, it is not enough, so those who came late had to stand and watch from a distance.

At the beginning of the unitary period, the bonfire party officially began.

The party was presided over by an old man in the mountains, who was still in good spirits at the age of [-]. He held an ebony drumstick in each of his left and right hands, and beat them twice on the one-foot-high cowhide drum. shock.

Three hundred graceful girls with flying topknots and lotus-colored gauze dresses came gracefully, all trays of cloud-patterned copper beam handles and matching copper cups in their hands, softly squatting down on the wooden table in the front row. And leave slowly, put the Youjue on and enter again, and repeat this cycle until every small table before and after is served with wine before leaving.

Because of its charming figure, it does not make people feel boring, and with the wine, all the people present can't help drinking and singing together, and the scene gradually becomes lively.

As early as when the girls first appeared, Zhou Pingshi closed his eyes. Although Meng Lang's eyes were hard to detect under the mask, the boy still sat upright, preferring to die than to glance over their bare forearms, shoulders and necks. Take a look, like a pious monk who burned his scars.

In order to avoid extravagance, such a large amount of wine is naturally just a turbid mash, but because of this, it fits the wildness of the mountains. Wei Hanyue took a few sips and found that it was quite strong, so he pursed his lips and dared not drink any more.

At this time, more than a dozen burly men entered the arena, holding torches and performing the healthy dance "Cloud Gate".

Wei Hanyue rested his stomach on his hands, watched the dance, and chewed on the beef tenderloin Zhou Pingshi fed him—the young man had his eye on the butler early on, just to take the most delicious piece and give it to his only customer.

Then came a row of girls with pipas in their arms, wearing sun and moon crowns on their heads, silk ribbons on their arms, pointing their toes to the ground, playing and dancing around.

Wei Han was a little bit drunk when he read the book, but when he saw the pipa, he immediately lost his drunkenness and listened intently.

Although his eyes are engrossed, there is no intimacy, only pure appreciation. Zhou Pingshi's eyes are always on his face, and he is reluctant to move away when he is refilling the wine.

A wrong note suddenly appeared in the music, Wei Hanyue's ear tips moved slightly, and the corners of his eyes raised, just bumping into the beautiful autumn waves sent by the girl.

Wei Hanyue: "..."

It turned out that Zhou Langgu made a mistake in a song.

Wei Hanyue was very self-cultivated, and he would not embarrass the girl, so he returned a handsome smile, poured wine and respected each other, and then drank it all.

Zhou Pingshi stared blankly at his side cheek, and took a few big mouthfuls as if to quench his thirst.

Afterwards, there were juggling, juggling, and Nuo opera... Everyone drank happily, and the atmosphere was enthusiastic. At the beginning of Haichu, the lanterns all over the mountain were gradually lit up, and it was time to enjoy the mountain with candles.

Wei Hanyue held up a jade candlestick, and the milky white torch was carved into the shape of a little white fox, which echoed his mask from afar.

Suddenly, he said softly as if dreaming, "I like this place very much."

The beauty wearing the white fox mask looked up slightly, and thousands of evening stars seemed to be shattered in his eyes. Zhou Pingshi was seduced into a trance, and he couldn't help lowering his head, and kissed Wei Hanyue's ear lightly.

It's cool and soft, like the moonlight melting between the lips and teeth, but the beauty's drunken eyes are hazy, and she doesn't feel it.

-

Wu Wu sits alone in front of the desk, disturbed by the cheers and dances outside - it is clear that he will not be moved by any noise in previous years.

The Xiangfei bamboo tube Zihao pen in his hand was turned out of phantom by him, just like a bamboo dragonfly with extraordinary talents.

In the end, he slapped his palm on the table, the barrel of the pen snapped, and the wooden spike pierced into his palm.

The man stood up suddenly.

The lights on Baozhang Ridge are connected successively, reflecting the flowers and trees in the mountains like neon lights, and the soft light of the moon is overshadowed by such brilliance.

The flow of people was like weaving, and Zhou Pingshi firmly held Wei Hanyue's coat between his fingers, as if he was afraid that the two would get separated.

But Wei Hanyue thought he was cumbersome, so he was full of thoughts on how to get rid of him and play by himself.

It just so happened that the float of the Goddess Statue was coming, surrounded by an extremely dense crowd, Wei Hanyue had a thought, and took advantage of the moment he passed by this group of people, he broke free from the restraint of the young man, and hid like a fish. Among the sea of ​​people.

But his demeanor really stands out from the crowd, even if the crowd is turbulent, Zhou Pingshi can recognize his back at a glance.

However, the young man didn't take any steps to chase after him, but just stood there, silently staring at the beauty's floating figure as she swam farther and farther away.

This kind of crowding is really dangerous. He shouldn't have allowed Wei Hanyue to leave alone, but before he took the first step, he watched Wei Hanyue fall into someone's arms head-on.

Before Wei Hanyue lifted his head from the man's shoulder, the man lifted his mask and gave him a provocative and contemptuous look.

It is 梼杌.

-

Wei Hanyue's stature is tall even among men, but the man in front of him seems to be three inches taller than him, with shoulders as broad as a liger and a tiger, wearing a mask that looks like a blue face and fangs It can stop children from crying at night.

Wuwu is also looking at the person in front of him.

The lower jaw is smooth and sharp, the lips are bright red and slightly pouty, and the tip of the nose is as soft as fat.

Under the mask, a pair of amber pupils can be seen, which are more exquisite and translucent under the light of the candlelight, like Chen Guangniao by the spring pool, pecking at the tip of the master's heart.

Regret welled up in Wuwu's heart, and he hated that he should have put on such a mask casually—it was bigger than Tubian, and with the blue-faced fangs like a sinister evil spirit, it didn't match Wei Hanyue's little white fox.

Wei Hanyue's drunken power was untimely, and he was very dizzy. When the man was hesitating about the content of the first sentence, his eyes darkened and he fell forward.

Zhu Wu hurriedly picked him up, thinking that he was unwell, so he didn't dare to delay, picked him up and strode towards his residence.

It wasn't until the old military doctor who received the treatment repeatedly assured that Wei Hanyue was just drunk from too much alcohol, he felt a little relieved.

Wei Hanyue's mask has not been removed yet - Wu Wu Jinqing is too timid to take it off.

Seeing that Wei Hanyue was sleeping peacefully and obediently, Wu Wu thought that he would not wake up soon, so he got up and prepared to cook a bowl of hangover soup on the stove.

Although he proclaimed himself king, he didn't recruit eunuchs, let alone appoint maids, he was used to doing it himself, so now he can only order a small soldier to wait outside, in case Han Yue is left unattended.

But it was only a cup of tea, he hurried back with hangover soup, but when he opened the door, he saw that there was no one on the couch, only the curtains were wide open, and the night wind swayed in with the cool fragrance of flowers.

The little white fox escaped through the window.

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