I am poor, I installed [Quick Transmigration]

"Clap..."

It was sweat dripping on the ground.

The huge inner room was plunged into darkness, and he couldn't see his fingers. Rong Huai's whole body was almost empty, and his weight was supported by only one big palm. The scorching breath wrapped his sense of smell, followed his breathing, and filled his internal organs. .

I don't know how much time has passed, consciousness is almost lost, Rong Huai is looking up at Yubai's neck, his thoughts are muddled, he even lost the ability to think, only his chest is still heaving slightly.

His chin was lifted, and a fiery gaze from above lingered on him intoxicatedly. Ying Zhu felt that this body gave him a feeling like a tumi fruit, and he couldn't restrain the feeling of comfort when he took a bite.

In the boundless darkness, perception is infinitely shortened, time is infinitely extended, and Rong Huai looks in a trance: "Let me go..."

"Then..." Ying Zhu pinched his blushing cheeks, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what's wrong with you?"

Rong Huai tilted his head, expressing his doubts: "Wrong... Where is it?"

Ying Zhu caressed his face with his big palm. Even in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he could clearly see every inch of Rong Huai's expression, confused, empty, absent-minded...

In the early stage of his awakening, his body was weak, Rong Huai imprisoned him, whipped and tortured him, this kind of humiliation made him want to take revenge, want to retaliate with an eye for an eye, and take revenge with dozens of times more tragic and cruel methods.

But after living with Rong Huai for a period of time, he peeked at Rong Huai's daily necessities, and his thoughts of bloody revenge gradually turned into another deeper desire.

And what made him so angry that he couldn't contain it was Rong Huai's obsession with Qiu Shuiyang. For more than a hundred years, rain or shine, he sent snow flowers to Qiu Shuiyang.

So he asked Rong Huai if he knew he was wrong?

But apparently Rong Huai has not realized his mistake——

Ying Zhu thought of Rong Huai looking at Qiu Shuiyang on the trestle bridge, and the bouquet of snow flowers, and the unbearable anger filled his chest again.

Rong Huai's brain was blank. Under the torment that blurred time, his whole body was so soft that he couldn't even lift a finger. It was the person in front of him who was tormenting him, but he was suspended in the air and could only rely on It is also the person in front of you.

The number of times has been countless, Rong Huai woke up again from a coma, her slender arms drooped, her breathing was extremely weak, Ying Zhu pinched his chin, looked at his eyes with dilated pupils and the flesh-colored tear mole at the end of the eyes , a hoarse voice whispered in his ear:

"I changed my mind..."

"Instead of killing you, it's better to let you be my furnace, and turn you from head to toe into a stunner that belongs to me."

Ying Zhu is a demon through and through. As a demon lord who was born only to know how to plunder and conquer, he doesn't know what emotion is, he only knows how to embrace cruel methods to force and rob.

Rong Huai opened his mouth but said silently: "Enough..." He was really dying.

Ying Zhu knew that he had reached his limit, so he didn't continue. He stroked his silky long hair on his shoulders, tore at the tips of his ears, grinned, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "I once killed ten people in the cultivation world. In the previous life, they didn't know that after the tenth reincarnation, my demon body has become great, and I will definitely return this cultivation world to the demon domain in a month's time."

Speaking of this, his painting style changed again: "You have to remember, you are mine, and it is best not to have anything to do with Qiu Shuiyang, otherwise I don't know what I will do, do you remember? "

Rong Huai couldn't bear it, after a few worlds, it was the first time he suffered such severe torture on the bed.

Ying Zhu let go of his palm, and he fell on the bed like a marionette with a broken string.

Rong Huai watched his figure disappear into the darkness, the light in the inner room suddenly turned on, exhaustion swept over his body, and he fell asleep again.

—

It was already a day after waking up, when Rong Huai opened his eyes, he heard the system whimpering in his ear: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, host, you've finally woken up, you scared me to death."

"Woo..." Rong Huai's whole body seemed to be falling apart, especially his lower body as if it didn't belong to him. Just as he supported his body, he fell down again. He lay on the bed for a while, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse Dryness: "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's a long day," the system said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, the host is a pure spiritual root and has the ability to heal itself, otherwise it might not be able to wake up for ten days and a half months after all the tossing."

"Ah Yan in this world is the closest to his own personality." Rong Huai lay on the quilt, rubbing his sore waist, not just the waist, but every time he moved his body, his whole body seemed to tremble.

The system frowns: "Then what should the host do..."

"It doesn't matter, there is another Qiu Shuiyang that can be used. I originally wanted to draw a line with this cheap master, but now it seems that I have to use him."

"I was close to Qiu Shuiyang, and continued to send him flowers, and even confessed to him. Ying Zhu would be angry at first, and he would be angry at why I gave Qiushuiyang flowers, but when I confessed, he felt that it was okay to send flowers, as long as I and Qiushui He can bear it even if he becomes a Taoist companion. Invisibly lowering his bottom line step by step, in the end he will also reflect on why he is so angry, why he can't do anything to me," Rong Huai said, laughing softly: "Envy is also a great catalyst when harnessed well."

System: ...It's over, Ying Zhu has completely annoyed the host now.

"After all, I love him so much, I have to teach him what feelings are," Rong Huai said, rubbing his sore waist.

"This, is this the great devil's love?" The system lost its voice.

If it looks like the host at Yingzhu’s stall, it’s really bad luck. As a demon master, Yingzhu is born with a bloodthirsty, cruel and inhumane personality. Ying Zhu wanted revenge purely because she was raped on the bed.

There is also poor Qiu Shuiyang, the old tool man is really hammered.

The system silently mourned for a second without sincerity.

Months flew by.

After Rong Huai regained his health, he started to give Qiu Shuiyang snow flowers again, not only that, but also the purse and embroidered handkerchief bought at the market at the foot of the mountain.

Sure enough, Ying Zhu was furious because of this. He had clearly warned Rong Huai, but Rong Huai seemed to have ignored his words, and continued to provoke his bottom line again and again.

Day and night, he continued to impose punishment.

Wen Yuanzhou also gradually discovered that something was wrong with Rong Huai.

When the inner disciples were fighting, the surrounding disciples cheered enthusiastically and jumped for joy. Rong Huai seemed to be distracted all the time. Wen Yuanzhou easily picked up his sword, and Rong Huai's legs softened, and he fell forward. Wen Yuanzhou quickly supported him He: "Junior Brother Rong, what's wrong with you..."

Rong Huai's cheeks turned red from being tortured by the things inside his body, and he didn't even hear Wen Yuanzhou's question in his ear: "Junior Brother Rong, Junior Brother Rong?"

Qiu Shuiyang sat on the main seat, dressed in plain white, as cold as a snow sculpture, Wen Yuanzhou supported Rong Huai leaning on his shoulder, and looked up at Qiu Shuiyang: "Master, Junior Brother Rong is not feeling well, I Send him back to the cave to rest."

Rong Huai and Qiu Shuizheng's eyes met, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, Qiu Shuizheng stared at him, his calm gaze flickered, and then disappeared in a blink, as if it was just an illusion: "Go."

After being sent back to the cave, Wen Yuanzhou left.

He didn't notice that Rong Huai fell from the bed to the carpet after he left, and there were countless black shadows swaying on the wall. A tall figure walked out of it, pinching Rong Huai's chin with big palms and forcing him to look up: " Why, a Qiushui disease can't satisfy you, now your senior brother won't let you go?"

Ying Zhu didn't notice how sour his words were, Rong Huai arched his back and trembled on the carpet: "Take it, take it out..."

"I didn't hear clearly," Ying Zhu chuckled, "What do you want me to take out?"

Rong Huai breathed out a few words, and Ying Zhu playfully played with his satin-like hair scattered on his shoulders: "It's fine to take it out, but do you dare to give Qiu Shuiyang something back in the future?"

"I like, like him...what does it matter to you?" Rong Huai asked.

Ying Zhu's face changed, and his expression suddenly became cold and serious. Anger and tyranny flashed in his eyes. He sneered: "It seems that this period of time still hasn't made your memory long. If this is the case..."

Before he could say the following words, Rong Huai felt himself being lifted up by Ying Zhu, and the scene in front of him changed.

Judging from the surrounding decorations, they actually came to Qiu Shuiyang's hall. The furnishings in the hall are very simple. The elegant and opaque malachite screen separates the inner and outer rooms. The jade bed is folded without any wrinkle. There are more than a dozen snowflakes inserted.

Qiu Shuiqiu's inner room's restrictions are useless to Ying Zhu!

"Doing it here, you should be very happy, right?" Ying Zhu felt the body in his arms trembling with embarrassment.

Rong Huai said: "You have no qualifications to be compared with Master."

Hearing that he kept provoking Ying Zhu, the system quickly covered his frightened little heart, but Ying Zhu didn't get angry, but instead smiled jokingly: "Really, then you can hear who your favorite master is with outside?"

Rong Huai was taken aback for a moment, and then he was distracted to listen.

Outside, two people walked into the inner hall, one in front and one behind, and Ji Yunmin's aggrieved voice came clearly: "Master, do you still care about what the outer disciple said, that's why you don't want to take the disciple to Lushanyuan ?”

Qiu Shuiyang still maintains a dignified and indifferent posture, and his voice is calm: "That's not the case, but this trip is dangerous, and you have no skills at your side. If something dangerous happens, I won't be able to spare my hands to protect you."

On the day of the Zongmen meeting, although the disciples from the outer sect were willing to identify Ji Yunmin with the heart demon oath, Ji Yunmin burst into tears afterwards and refused to admit it. Dispel their doubts and remind them of the good deeds Ji Yunmin has done in the past hundred years.

Everyone naturally believed in Ji Yunmin more than the outer disciples who killed lives to vent their anger.

Therefore, in less than a month, Ji Yunmin resumed his previous life like a fish in water.

The same is true for Qiu Shuiyang, Ji Yunmin is the one he has single-handedly recognized, and he has a pure nature. He thinks that his vision is infallible, and he has never doubted Ji Yunmin's character from the beginning to the end.

"The disciple is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and only wishes to be by Master's side all the time," Ji Yunmin said coquettishly, tugging at Qiu Shui's sleeves.

Qiu Shuiyang was entangled with him helplessly, and said: "If you can control the spirit beast within a few days, I will take you there."

Rong Huai's chaotic mind had a glimmer of clarity, and only then did he realize that it was time for the plot where Qiu Shuiyang gave Ji Yunmin a spirit beast to travel. With a sob and a smile, he said, "Listen carefully to me, the person you put your heart and soul into is actually caring about someone else!"

"what……"

Rong Huai wanted to block the sound with the back of his hand, but Ying Zhu easily grabbed both of his wrists and held them tightly behind his back, so the sobs he blurted out still attracted the attention of the two people outside.

Ji Yunmin was startled, before he could think about who this somewhat familiar voice was.

Qiu Shuiyang's indifferent expression changed, he ignored Ji Yunmin, and walked to the inner room, but there was no one there.

Only the withered snowflakes on the windowsill are left, and the stems are crumbling. ,.