After I dressed as a stickman, I had sex with the male protagonist of Mary Sue [Transmigration Book]

Gu Beiyu pointed to the phrase "Have a good rub with the hero" with his brain cells and asked, "How do you say 'have a good time'? Is there a criterion for judging?"

The system giggled and said: [To have fun with rubbing is to have fun, it all depends on the hero's interest, but anyway, there is no time limit for the task, just do whatever you want~]

To put it simply, as long as the hero is happy, the mission rewards can be obtained at any time.

"Get!" Gu Beiyu snapped his fingers, jumped up excitedly from the lazy sofa, and walked briskly out while rubbing his hands, "I'm going to Baili Wuji to ask for mahjong, hehehe~"

……

When Gu Beiyu said his request, Baili Wuji suspected that he had heard it wrong, and said, "Excuse me, what did you want?"

Across the golden birdcage, Gu Beiyu's delicate face looked very cute, and said, "Please have a mahjong, thank you."

"..." Baili Wuji's straight and handsome face was rarely dull, and he repeated stupidly, "Mahjong?"

This, this Mr. Wanyan Zimengdie, how could he play such a vulgar game in such an elegant and beautiful castle?

Gu Beiyu blinked, and without any guilt, directly threw the pot away, saying, "It's not what I want, it's Dugu Yemoli who wants it."

Baili Wuji quickly said: "Mr. Dugu Ye Moli is really amiable, approachable and happy with the people... Please wait a moment, I will go and prepare for you."

Grabbing a few idioms and babbling nonsense, he turned around and left, his back looked a little silly.

Five minutes later, Baili Wuji commanded his attendants to carry the 5k pure gold mahjong table inlaid with glass crystal diamonds imported from Madagascar, and pushed several carts of the same 360k pure gold mahjong table inlaid with glass crystal diamonds imported from Madagascar back to the birdcage. Stopped the cart, and began to place pieces of gold bricks the size of the baby's arms... Oh no, not gold bricks, it should be mahjong made of gold sticks, and arranged them on the table one by one. The table was picked up one by one from the hands of the people below, and then moved to a suitable position with heavy weights. The scene was once very similar to a construction site moving bricks.

Gu Beiyu looked dumbfounded: "..."

Could it be that they have to climb on the table when playing mahjong?

At this time, Yan Nanchuan came out of the bedroom and was obviously taken aback when he saw the group of them. He walked over, lifted up a heavy gold brick with both arms in a daze, dragged it with his hands, and asked, "What are you doing?" ?”

Build a gold house?

"Respected Mr. Dugu Yemoli," Baili Wuji nodded to Yan Nanchuan and said respectfully, "This is the mahjong you need, please accept it with a smile."

"..." The mahjong in Yan Nanchuan's hand almost dropped and smashed himself to death.

No, let's not talk about why he wants to pass this thing, just talk about playing mahjong, why don't you come and show him one?If he can move it, he loses!

……

In the end, Yan Nanchuan asked Baili Wuji to move down this inspiring little golden house (not a typo, but this intellect, retarded intellect) and replace it with a fully automatic hemp jade gold carving still inlaid with Madagascar. The mahjong table with imported glazed crystal diamonds has also been replaced with normal-sized pearls and jade.

Although it is still heavy, you don't have to worry about rubbing mahjong and smashing yourself to death.

Gu Beiyu rushed over like a little mouse seeing oil and water, and skillfully pushed all the mahjong on the table into the mahjong table, and slammed at Yan Nanchuan with the sound of washing mahjong. Kuang patted the table twice, and sat down on the south-facing seat, not knowing what it meant: "Come, come, sit, sit, the Fengshui throne does not wait for anyone, first come, first served."

Yan Nanchuan raised his eyebrows, and without speaking, he first walked over with the bewildered Murong Xinghe, and pushed him to the east-facing position, while he himself pulled out the chair, and made a slap in the face on the north-facing position. Sitting down, he rolled up his invisible sleeves in a bold and unrestrained but elegant manner, and said domineeringly: "Come on, rub!"

……

It was night, and Ouyang Nanxun was wearing a coquettish dark gold silk bathrobe and was lazily sitting on the dark red gold silk nanmu sofa on the small balcony on the top floor of the castle. His long golden hair with steam was casually scattered over his shoulders, covering his eyes. Half of the delicate white collarbone, the index finger and thumb gently pinched the slender body of the wine glass, the wrist moved slightly, and the golden wine swayed lightly, reflecting the starry sky stretching like a waterfall above the head, making the slender fingers look even more beautiful than others. The glass is still clear.

He asked: "How is it? Did Mr. Dugu Yemoli agree?"

Behind him, Baili Wuji's tall figure quietly stepped out of the darkness and said, "Sorry, Mr. Ouyang, Dugu Ye Moli still hasn't agreed."

The silver-white moonlight elongated the shadow, and the slender eyelashes drooped down to cover his brows and eyes, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly, so no one would notice the coolness in his eyes.

Although Ouyang Nanxun had expected this answer, when he heard Baili Wuji say it himself, his heart ached beyond his control.

Ah, love is like honey, sweet to sad~

The lonely and cold beautiful aristocrat tasted the pain of love honey for the first time, and finally couldn't help but shed sweet and sad tears in his heart.

I don't know why, the cannon fodder attackers seem to like to eat love honey, but unfortunately, Ouyang Nanxun didn't know that the last lonely and cold domineering emperor who tasted the pain of love for the first time has been successfully transferred by a little match. Taught to become a soft and charming puffer fish~

After reciting the poem involuntarily, Ouyang Nanxun drank a glass of sad wine to Yue Qian and said, "How is Mr. Dugu Yemoli doing today? Are you happy?"

Baili Wuji thought of Mr. Dugu Yemoli being given five cards in a row by Mr. Wanyan Zimengdie, which made the whole front hall cold and windy, covered with ice and snow, so Mr. Wanyan Zimengdie had to wait in midsummer. Wrapped in a quilt in the afternoon and eating watermelon under the wind and snow with the underfloor heating on, he replied: "Mr. Dugu Ye Moli is having a good day today, very happy."

"Oh, that's good." Ouyang Nanxun relaxed a little, took a sip of the wine, and asked, "Then what are they doing today? They are so happy."

Baili Wuji lowered his eyes and said, "Mr. Dugu Yemoli is coming to the mahjong table and mahjong today, and then I will play mahjong with Mr. Wanyan Zimengdie and Mr. Murong Xinghe at the mahjong table for a whole day."

Ouyang Nanxun pursed his lips: "Pfft——"

"Cough cough cough! What, what did you just say? Can you say it again?" Ouyang Nanxun resisted the desire to pick out his ears, and managed to maintain an elegant posture.

Baili Wuji lowered his eyebrows, and the voice he repeated was like a well-set mechanical program: "Mr. Dugu Ye Moli played mahjong all day today, drank two bottles of Sprite, knocked three plates of melon seeds, and ate two packets of spicy food. Strips, all six times, self-drawing four times, winning five times..."

After a pause at the end, he added: "Judging from the number of bastards that Mr. Dugu Yemoli painted on Mr. Wanyan Zimengdie's face, I'm lucky."

"..." Ouyang Nanxun was covered in alcohol, and suddenly became a little messy.

……

Three days later, Gu Beiyu, who was still wrapped in a quilt and gnawed on a watermelon with a face full of bastards, had already completed the task, pushed the cards in his hand, and said, "Blooming on the bar, what a fool!"

After finishing speaking, he crawled out of the quilt, grabbed the marker pen and rubbed it towards Yan Nanchuan, smiling obscenely: "Come on, come on, quickly show your pretty little face over, let me draw a few strokes! "

Willing to admit defeat, Yan Nanchuan has no right to refuse even if he has any complaints, so he can only let Gu Beiyu draw a lifelike turtle bastard on his forehead while letting go of the air-conditioning.

"..."

Baili Wuji stared at the huge bastard turtle on Bingxue Fairy's forehead with a complicated expression, then silently lowered his head and added a stroke of "positive" to the back of the column belonging to Gu Bei Yuhu card in his small notebook.

Mr. Wanyan Zimengdie, play cards once.

"The rate of winning cards among the three of them is too high, it's so boring to always play cards..." Gu Beiyu sighed.

"That can't be helped." Yan Nanchuan folded his arms and leaned back in the chair, rubbing his temples tiredly, feeling a little bored, "Aside from me, you, and Murong Xinghe, there is only sticky stuff left here." , You can’t bring the sticky paste to the mahjong table.”

"Isn't it just to find another person? Is it so difficult? I don't believe it..." Gu Beiyu's eyes slowly turned to Baili Wuji who was beside him as the pulley chair turned, and the originally dull eyes quietly brightened stand up.

Baili Wuji: "..."

Suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

Gu Beiyu stepped on the chair, leaning on his bent knees with his elbows, winked at Baili Wuji vulgarly, hooked his fingers and said, "Little handsome guy, we are short of three here, come here!" Repair your legs?"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Beiyu flew in front of Gu Beiyu with a snow goose feather.

Gu Beiyu, who was instantly submerged in snow: "..."

He shrank his neck under the quilt, turned his head and blamed Yan Nanchuan, "Ice and Snow Fairy, please control your ability, I'm going to be frozen to death by you!"

"..." Yan Nanchuan's face froze, he apologized in a low voice, and silently restrained the snowflakes in the air, and the snowflakes in the air instantly turned into light snowflakes.

Don't tell me, the snowflakes under Yan Nanchuan's ice and snow fairy are quite beautiful. They are different from the snowflakes outside that either lack arms or legs, or stick together. Yan Nanchuan's snowflakes are distinct in number and elegant in posture. The delicate petals are full and translucent, and the exquisite lines seem to be drawn bit by bit by a craftsman with the most dexterous fingers dipped in star water, as beautiful as the stars in the sky.

Baili Wuji lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry, I won't."

"Hey, what's the matter!" Gu Beiyu looked at the beautiful snowflakes in front of him, and persuaded in a comfortable mood, "It's good for novices to win? Who hasn't come from a novice? If not, let's watch us play two games first." Paner, we will show you two more games, it is very quick and easy to play, you are so smart, and you are so good-looking, you can win a few games even if you look at yourself, right?"

Swish!Another blizzard hits!

Gu Beiyu looked back at Yan Nanchuan messily in the snow.

"Sorry, my eyes are slippery," Yan Nanchuan chuckled, and with a bastard face on his face, he said to Baili Wuji with a gentle expression, "Come together, the more people you have, the happier you are. You stand alone for so long, and it's hard work. It's time to relax, right?"

"..." Baili Wuji was silent for two seconds, and then responded coldly with a straight face, looking very unhappy, as if he was being forced~ only the faint blush on his face and the word [happy] were exposed His shy heart that dislikes integrity in his mouth.

……

It's night, still the small balcony on the top floor of the castle, still the dark gold coquettish silk bathrobe, the long-haired collarbone and the wine glass, Ouyang Nanxun, suffering from the sweetness and pain of love and honey, asked melancholy: "Today... Dugu Has Mr. Ye Moli agreed?"

This time, it was not Baili Wuji's slender figure who came out of the darkness behind him, but the unnamed passerby, the deputy head of the Angel Knight Legion.

Because this passer-by is not important at all, there is no detailed description of shadow eyelashes, etc., and no CP, but respectfully said: "Sorry, Mr. Ouyang, Dugu Ye Moli still has not agreed."

Ouyang Nanxun paused the hand holding the wine glass: "Why are you? Where did Baili Wuji go?"

The deputy head of the Angel Knight Legion said: "Report to Mr. Ouyang, the head of Baili is still with Mr. Dugu Yemoli."

Ouyang Nanxun wondered: "Why are you still there so late? Is Mr. Dugu Yemoli in need?"

The deputy head of the Angel Knight Legion said: "No, head Baili is playing mahjong with Mr. Dugu Yemoli."

Ouyang Nanxun suspected that he heard it wrong: "Play, play mahjong?"

The deputy head of the Angel Knight Legion nodded: "Yes, they have been fighting all day. Head Baili has lost 26 times in total, and 26 bastards were painted on his face. When I came out, Mr. Dugu Yemoli was Hu Pai, now Captain Baili should have 27 bastards on his face."

Ouyang Nanxun was completely messed up in the wind: "..."

God, my God, what happened to my handsome and cold head of the Angel Knight Legion?