I, scum gong, never adore Master

Is he already that, Master?

Jiangye's feet were empty, like falling into an abyss.

The surroundings were too dark and too cold, the ink that entered the pupils was so thick that it couldn't be melted, and what penetrated into the body was the wind knife that was colder than the cold winter of Sanjiu.

He was about to freeze to death, and there was a faint sound of splashing water in his ears.

A wave of warmth enveloped it.

He couldn't help curling up, and just about to let out a comfortable sigh in his throat, he was choked by the water flow into the air pipe, and coughed violently.

Is he in the water?

Jiang Ye was startled, and his limbs scratched uncontrollably.

He doesn't know how to swim, he will drown, and he is eager to find an attachment, even if it is a life-saving straw, he will not let go.

Splashing and splashing, he finally found his attachment.

The tentacles are warmer than a stream of warm water and soft.

Jiang Ye hugged the attachment tightly with both arms, and floated upwards. The flexible texture made him feel very familiar, but he didn't have time to think too much.

"哗啦——" a sound.

Jiang Ye finally jumped out of the water, panting impatiently.

The dense ink pool in front of him seemed to be poured into a large amount of clear springs, and the chaotic vision gradually became clearer, replaced by a thick white mist.

He is soaking in a pool of hot springs.

Can't see farther away, and the line of sight is blocked.

Jiang Ye looked down at his body soaked in the hot spring, fell into a brief silence, and belatedly probed into the spring water, this time the silence was longer than before.

There seemed to be flexible water plants wrapped around his arms, like the tip of a feather caressing him vaguely, he groped and pushed Ye Ye away, only to find that the silvery white silk was not water plants, but hair.

After the cold body was soaked in the hot spring, consciousness was restored.

The appendage he was holding turned out to be a person!

The silver-white long hair was swimming in the water, wrapping around Jiang Ye's arms, neck and shoulders as if he had become spiritual.

Jiang Ye was stunned, and wanted to push the man away, but because one's black hair and the other's white hair were tangled into knots, he was pulled into the man's arms instead.

As soon as Jiang Ye looked up, he saw a face close at hand.

The heart skipped a beat suddenly.

Yao mist Liuyu, misty clouds.

The mist softened the silhouette, and the face was dreamlike and unreal.

The young man with half-wet silver hair closed his eyes lightly, his slender light-colored eyelashes were stained with water drops, and the ends of his eyes that were reddened by the mist had a somewhat fragile beauty. His porcelain-white skin was slightly transparent, almost blending into the In the white mist, the eyebrows flew slantingly into the temples, and the brows were slightly frowned, as if enduring some pain.

His heart beat suddenly out of rhythm, Jiang Ye glanced away, not daring to look at this person.

His hand rested awkwardly on his chest.

It feels silky and smooth, like a fine satin with warmth.

Jiang Ye's face blushed suddenly, and he withdrew his hands like a guilty conscience.

He didn't have time to think about why he was here, why he was taking a mandarin duck bath with a beautiful woman in the wild.

Afraid that the beauty will wake up at any time.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of frank confrontation, they desperately want to untangle each other's entangled hair.

and many more……

hair?

Where did he get such long hair?

Jiang Ye was taken aback for a moment, his body stiffened, and belatedly realized that he was already dead!

This body is not his own at all!

In the panic, the soles of the feet slipped, and the long hair that was entangled during the pulling was scratched and the scalp hurt.

Jiang Ye couldn't swim, he couldn't control his legs in the water, and bumped into the opposite person.

The bodies submerged in the hot spring water were close together, and the ankles were wrapped around the silver-haired beauty to stabilize them, barely avoiding sinking.

"Uh..." Jiang Ye wanted to cry but did not dare to loosen his legs.

Because of the distance between each other, the breathing was entangled, and he was so close that he noticed the silver-haired beauty's neck... like red plums falling on the snow.

He realized it instantly!

His face turned even redder.

In the night cognition, the few color wastes were crazily poured into the brain.

First of all, he didn't die, or in other words, he resurrected from a dead body and entered a body that didn't belong to him.

Secondly, the original owner of this body had some indescribable things with the beauty in front of him just before his arrival, including but not limited to the mandarin duck bath.

That is to say... anything else?

Jiang Ye Kuang scolded his face, as if being covered by a color palette, changing from green to red.

If it wasn't for that kind of thing, what is the meaning of two big men hugging each other nicely without any clothes on?Brothers should also wear a bath towel, right?

If the other party is a woman, he is playing a hooligan!

Men...men can't do it either!

Boys should take good care of themselves when they go out!

Jiang Ye is not a scumbag, but he still feels a little wronged for letting him take the blame for the original owner's romantic debt.

"Calm down... calm down... calm down!"

Taking a deep breath and giving himself enough psychological hints, he felt that it would be better to ensure a sufficient safe distance between each other.

Jiang Ye trembling hands, barely concentrating, struggling to untangle the tangled long hair of the two of them, and looking up at the silver-haired beauty from time to time, for fear that she would be responsible when she woke up.

this act...

Seems a bit scumbag?

The long hair was tied too tightly, like a complicated concentric knot, and the night was in a hurry.

The more anxious you are, the more you can't solve it.

Jiang Ye didn't know it, and the silver-haired young man beside him gradually woke up at this moment.

He slowly opened his eyes, the mist on his eyelashes rolled down his eyes, he blinked lightly, and he glimpsed a furry head in front of his chest moving non-stop.

He watched the actions of the person in front of him without saying a word.

Jiang Ye was too nervous, taking deep breaths could not relieve the trembling of his hands.

Suddenly a long, white hand with well-defined joints stretched out, and the fingertips picked up a knot that he couldn't untie just now.

Jiang Ye's pupils lit up, and he shouted gratefully: "Thank you!"

The young man laughed, his voice was very low, but there was no one around the hot spring, and the surroundings were quiet, so the voice fell on Jiang Ye's ears very clearly.

He clenched his hands and gasped for breath.

It was obviously a slightly lazy, magnetic and pleasant voice, but it sounded like a demon crooning in Jiang Ye's ears.

His dull brain finally came to his senses, and he was about to step back vigilantly, only to find that his ankle...was entangled with something and never let go!

In a panic, he let go of his legs suddenly.

Jiang Ye frightened his feet and staggered, almost lost his balance and slid into the pool. After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, he was picked up by an arm around his waist.

Without clothing as a screen, you can feel the heartbeat of the other party, breathing next to each other, and there is less participation of nature in the cycle.

Jiang Ye felt that his face had turned red like a pig's liver, and his head was dizzy from the heat.

I could only hold my breath, not daring to breathe.

Kick off your feet, push your opponent away with both hands, and dive into the water.

He doesn't know how to swallow water, but he thinks drowning is better than social death.

After all, he endured great pain before he died, and forced himself to delete all browsing records, chat records, game accounts, and certain treasure purchase records, etc.!Fearing that the digital heritage would be made public, a big screen was put up at his funeral, and a QR code was engraved on the tombstone after he was buried for tourists... Bah, relatives and friends scan the code to express their condolences.

So that he can die again after his death.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Jiang Ye plucked out his tangled strand of hair.

The afterimage of the arm waving in the water, the hot spring was pulled out of the tsunami, and with great effort on the ground with hands and feet, it finally reached the other side of the shore.

Just as a bare leg was lifted ashore, it froze in place.

He...he has no clothes!

There is not even a fig leaf all over her body!

"Yo, are you awake?"

A pair of cloud boots stepped in front of him, Jiang Ye stiffly retracted his legs that were about to cross the bank, and shrank into the water to cover his private parts.

In the smog, the face of the person coming could not be seen clearly, the person threw a set of clothes in front of Jiang Ye.

Although it was a white ancient costume, he didn't pick it.

Jiang Ye hurriedly hugged his clothes to cover his body, shyly and gratefully said: "Thank you!"

The man smiled, "Thank me for what? You should thank Yunjian."

"Yunjian?"

"What? Are you stupid? You don't even recognize your master?"

The name was grinding on the lips, and the strange sense of familiarity popped out from the corner of the memory, Jiang Ye's eyes widened suddenly, his head seemed to be struck by lightning, shut down for a moment, and then restarted.

With a stiff arm, he pointed to the beauty behind him, and the man in front of him nodded.

Help!

I don't care if my clothes are not neatly put on, and I run out barefoot with the ground in a mess.

Bu Lingchen squinted his eyes to see the person running away, shook his head helplessly, and continued walking into the depths of the mist.

"Did your disciple eat his stomach or knock his head today? It's very wrong."

The silver-haired young man in the mist slowly stepped out of the hot spring, picked up the snow-white clothes Ling Chen handed over, and gracefully put them on.

"Shatang fruit."

Bu Lingchen was silent for a moment.

"That really ate the brain."

"Uh……"

"Broken stomach?"

Yun Jian ignored him.

Bu Lingchen raised his eyebrows and looked at Yun Jian's black strands of silver hair, and was stared at by the latter before he could barely look away.

He saw him tear off the black and white tangled strands of hair and hold them in his palm.

A plant!A plant! !

On the way of Jiang Ye's escape, he flexibly used the Zaun dialect to relieve his fear.

He didn't dare to stop to rest until he was far enough away from the hot spring pool. The soles of his feet had been pierced by the small stones along the way, and his scalp, which had been plucked out of his hair, was terribly painful.

This body is not pain-resistant at all, it is thin-skinned and tender-skinned.

Coincidentally, Jiang Ye is afraid of pain again.

Enduring the pain, he hissed for a while.

His heartbeat finally calmed down, and he began to recall what had just happened.

He is obviously dead.

He only remembered that he fell into the endless abyss, but he could never reach the bottom. He would die as soon as he died, but he still retained his consciousness, and he lived and experienced the coldness like a cold cellar for a long time.

Can't remember and can't feel the flow of time.

Until he wakes up from the hot spring... with a man in his arms...

Mother Dan Jiangye has never been in a relationship, nor has she had any in-depth exchanges with the same sex or the opposite sex.

But in the information society, he has either actively or passively received a lot of knowledge in that area.

Coupled with the reaction of the original owner's body, he suspected that his life was already in great harmony with the person just now.

Conservative estimate...

There is at least a [-]% possibility!

But, man, since what happened, he will definitely be responsible for the other party. Even if it is a problem left by the original body, he will wear a healthy and pollution-free hat, take over all the orders, and be a gentle receiver.

But that person is not someone else!

If he hadn't been deaf, he wouldn't have heard it wrong.

The name of the silver-haired beauty is;

—— Yun Jian.

Jiang Ye was all over his body, wailed and covered his face, and fell to the ground like a mourning concubine.

Who is wrong if the original owner fell asleep?

To sleep this man!

He transmigrated into a Huashi Fanwen. The original novel was written according to Dianjia Long Aotian's upgraded routine, and Jiang Ye died before he could read the specific content.

But he had read the Huashi Fanwenwen in his spare time. It might be normal if he moved to Lujiang, but...

No but!

Yun Jian is the protagonist of this fanfiction, the kind that the whole world is greedy for his body.

The so-called proximity to the water tower means that such a venerable celestial master was eaten and wiped clean by his disciples.

The beginning of the story is because Yun Jian was injured and unable to resist the apprentice, so he was succeeded by the long-coveted apprentice. Later, the apprentice confessed his sins sincerely, and continued to express his love and loyalty to Yun Jian as his master.

The apprentice's false thoughtfulness makes Yun Jian, who is like a banished fairy, fall into the clouds and fall in love with his apprentice.

Then it is to change the map constantly, it cannot be described, and then change the map, it cannot be described again...

Until one day, the scumbag apprentice got tired of it, and because of the temptation of power, he traded the master's body for benefits. The master naturally disagreed, and even suffered terribly because of the apprentice's change of heart.

The apprentice didn't care about it at all, and even did something that both humans and gods were angry with.

——In front of the famous figures in the entire Xianmen, you must not describe the master in public.

Not only that, he also invited those brothers who coveted the master to play together...

"unacceptable!"

Jiang Ye endured the discomfort and turned to the ending.

The master couldn't bear the humiliation, and finally turned black.

A banished immortal with the world in his heart and compassion for others, the first thing he does after falling into the abyss is to kill all those who humiliated him, leaving no one behind.

Finally the last one left...

The master's pale face was like a frost knife, and a pair of ferocious red pupils full of savagery were full of hostility. With a swing of the sword, the apprentice's evil root was chopped off, and the yellow dog took it away.

His sword rests on his apprentice's neck.

The disciple whose limbs had been chopped off and whose tongue had been pulled out could not even escape or beg for mercy.

"When you did that, didn't you think about today?"

The devilish man suddenly squatted down, his tone was as gentle as whispering in his lover's ear, extremely weird.

"Oh, I forgot you can't speak anymore, Jiang Ye..."

The whole text uses the word "apprentice" to refer to the identity of Slag Gong who suddenly has a name!

will night!

Done! !

This novel was saved in his mobile phone, but he forgot to delete it before he died...

Physical death is fine, social death is not!

The author says:

Additional notes:

1. Gong is crazy criticism; gentleness and kindness, and quiet years are all fake.

2. Mutual doting, the difference is that one treats the object as a father, and the other treats it as a wife.

3. There is a lot of waste in the subject's mind, so I will attack the daily self-strategy.

4. 1v1/HE;

5. Master is not indescribable!Will explain later.

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