It's better to fall in love than abuse scum [Quick Transmigration]

"Palace Master? Palace Master!" Han Yi patted Zhou Chi on the cheek, "Wake up! Wake up!"

The force that landed on his face was not heavy, but disturbing. Zhou Chi snorted lightly, wanting to slap away the hand that was behaving mischievously on his face, but at this moment he had lost all strength and had no strength to raise his hand, so he could only Tilting his head slightly, he tried his best to avoid it.

His actions made Han Yi heave a sigh of relief: "Palace Master? Are you awake?"

"Wake up..." Zhou Chi hoarse, paused, and continued, "...so stop patting me."

"Duan is just worried... What are they taking you out for?" Han Yi asked.

"What else can I do? Extort a confession through torture." Zhou Chi tried his best to prop up his body, "Help me up."

Han Yi hurried to help, helped Zhou Chi up from the ground, and let him lean against the wall in a comfortable way: "Don't they just want the Order of Mountains and Rivers? If it doesn't work, let them forget it. Why does the Palace Master accept this?" crime?"

Zhou Chi closed his eyes, his complexion was fair, and tiny blue blood vessels could be seen on the drooping eyelids.

"Are you stupid? Once I hand over the Shanhe Order, this life will be gone."

"This...isn't it? After all, Han Jing is the leader of the martial arts alliance, so he wouldn't do such a thing..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Chi, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and glanced at him. His eyes seemed to have the ability to see everything.

Han Yi felt guilty when he saw him, and just when he couldn't help but look away, Zhou Chi slowly closed his eyes: "This time I was careless, the chess missed and fell into Han Jing's hands. I'm sorry Now, the two-month period I promised you may not be able to be fulfilled right now..."

Two-month period?what is that?

Han Yi was stunned, but in the next second, he suddenly remembered.

——When he was in Yuxu Palace, Zhou Chi had promised him to help him go down the mountain to "revenge" within two months.

Did he... keep it in his heart?

【Ding!Target character favorability +5, abuse value +10, current favorability: 78, abuse value: 30, strategy progress: 30%]

Han Yi looked at Zhou Chi, and didn't know what to say for a moment, and in just a quarter of an hour, Zhou Chi had completely passed out.

"Come here," Han Yilang said in a voice.

Soon there was a response from outside the door: "Master Han?"

Han Yi: "Ask Ji Shui to come over and treat him, and then try to make him sleep well. I'll go out for a while."

The man cupped his fists: "I'm going to call Mr. Ji Shui now."

Han Yi nodded slightly, and after the man left, he turned around and glanced at Zhou Chi, his complex eyes flicked across his pale face.

What kind of person are you...?

Daolin Villa, Han Jing's study.

Han Yi, who still looks like "Duan Zhuo", has already changed into a set of dry clothes.

He stood in front of the desk, and behind the desk was Han Jing who was writing something with his wrist raised slightly.

"...Zhou Chi has made it clear that he will take the soft and not the hard, and it is almost impossible to pry out the whereabouts of Shanheling from his mouth. Why does uncle have to deal with him so cruelly? It's better to use him as bait, Lure Zhao Kuang to appear."

Han Jing kept moving his hands, and continued to write and draw something on the paper. Han Yi couldn't help but yelled: "Uncle!"

"Huh?" Han Jing looked like he had just recovered, "What did you just say?"

Seeing this, Han Yi suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said, "I don't think it is possible for Zhou Chi to reveal the whereabouts of Shanhe Ling. Now there are only two ways to find Shanhe Ling. Leave Qingzhou City, release Zhou Chi's affairs in Daolin Villa, and invite heroes from all over the world to the mansion to discuss the plan to deal with the devil, lure Zhao Kuang to appear, and take him down in one fell swoop."

Han Jing nodded and asked, "But how can you guarantee that if you catch Zhao Kuang, you will be able to find Shanhe Ling?"

"So I have a second method." Han Yidao, "The devil still trusts me very much now, so I want to ask my uncle to cooperate with me in a play, and when Zhao Kuang comes to attack, I also ask my uncle to play a proper role." Water, so that Zhao Kuang and I can "cooperate inside and outside" to rescue Zhou Chi together, and when I further gain the trust of their brothers and sisters, I will try to find out the whereabouts of Shanhe Ling."

Han Jing pondered for a while after hearing the words: "This is a good way..."

However, without waiting for Han Yi to be happy, he said suddenly, "I heard that you ordered someone to find Ji Shui to treat that monster?"

Han Jing has already passed the age of forty, and in addition to his old age and the birth of Han Siyun, his temper has softened a lot in recent years. He usually hides in the study to write, write and paint when he has nothing to do. He is gentle and elegant like a scholar, but at this moment Han Jing just glanced at it, which made Han Yi feel his heart beating like thunder. He obviously didn't do anything, but he couldn't help but feel guilty and short of breath.

"Diagnosing a doctor is just an excuse. My nephew wants to tell him to try to make the devil fall asleep so that I can get away and look for my uncle."

"In this case, you are thoughtful."

"Nephew doesn't mean that..." Han Yidao, "Then what strategy should we use now?"

"What kind of plan..." Han Jing said and continued to turn around to work on his painting, "The secret treasures of the mountains and rivers have been lost for a long time, and I have been ashamed of my ancestors for many years. Today is finally a good opportunity, but if you want to do it, you must be very sure."

Han Yi's eyes flashed slightly, knowing what Han Jing meant, he cupped his fists and saluted, "Nephew understands."

It was night, the Wu hook was hanging high, and the moonlight poured over the Daolin Villa, bringing the whole villa into a quiet and serene environment. The waiter passed behind.

In the dungeon of Daolin Villa, Zhou Chi and Han Yi were sitting together against the wall. Suddenly, a puff of smoke blew past, and the martial servants fell down one after another.

"Who is it..." Han Yi shook his head, only to feel that there were countless double images in front of his eyes, and his head was uncomfortably dizzy, but he quickly realized that this posture should be Zhao Kuang who came to rob someone.

Speaking of which, the defense of Daolin Villa has always been tight. Although he had already said hello, he was still worried about how to let Zhao Kuang sneak into the dungeon without any trace, but he didn't want him to use such a simple and rude method, but this method It's too easy to get hurt...

Han Yi bit the tip of his tongue desperately, trying to keep himself awake, but gradually lost to the effectiveness of the smoke.

At this time, all the martial attendants who had been intentionally "simplified" outside the dungeon had fallen down. Seeing that he was about to lose consciousness, his eyes suddenly blurred, and then his nose was covered by a cold palm, and the smell of smoke was overwhelmed. The palm was blocked, and the tip of the nose faintly smelled the light mint fragrance from the palm, and the mind gradually recovered.

"Gong..." Han Yi wanted to speak.

"Don't talk," Zhou Chi said, "help me up."

Hearing this, Han Yi immediately reached out to help, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed in.

"Let him go!"

The cold voice exploded in the small dungeon, and Han Yi's movements subconsciously paused. When he raised his eyes, he saw a tall man in night clothes standing outside the prison door. The man's face was also covered with a black cloth. Looking at it, only a pair of eyes with whistling coldness were revealed.

"Brother..." Zhou Chi called out.

"I said, let him go!" Zhao Kuang yelled through gritted teeth, broke the chain with a sword swing, kicked the door and walked in.

Zhao Kuang took Zhou Chi back from Han Yi's hands, and when he saw the blood-stained robe on Zhou Chi's body, the coldness in his eyes deepened.

He was silent for a moment, with a solemn expression, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, but from his breathing, it could be heard that he was in a very unhappy mood at the moment.Zhou Chi was guilty, and suddenly a big warm and dry hand fell on his forehead. Before he could react, the owner of the big hand touched his face like a puppy, and then hugged him away without warning. Standing up, tiptoeing, silently swept out of the dungeon.

Behind the two of them, Han Yi gritted his teeth silently. He suppressed the inexplicable unhappiness in his heart, and followed him out of the dungeon.

Outside the dungeon, the moonlight was shining brightly, but Han Yi was surprised to find that the entire Daolin Villa had fallen into a strange silence at the moment, and there was no one patrolling the road in the huge villa, so he looked at the flying body in surprise. Zhao Kuang in front.

He was discussing with his uncle to reduce the defense of the villa, but it would not be left unattended. What did Zhao Kuang do?

Different from Han Yi's complex psychology of surprise and suspicion, Zhou Chi was actually a little lost at the moment.

He nestled in Zhao Kuang's arms, with the sound of the wind blowing by his ears, and the moonlight seemed very gentle. The only thing that made him feel a little uncomfortable was Zhao Kuang's burning chest that was pressed against him through the clothes, and the other person's body. The faint scent of grass and trees.

After a stick of incense, Zhao Kuang put Zhou Chi down in an abandoned hut.

He pulled off the masked cloth, first felt Zhou Chi's pulse, and then checked his joints. Just as he was about to pull off Zhou Chi's clothes and check his heavily bleeding shoulders, he was sweating all over his head. Han Yi rushed to the hut in embarrassment.

As soon as Han Yi entered the door, Zhao Kuang stopped and gave Zhou Chi the hand to check his injury, drew out his sword and pointed it at him.

Han Yi was forced to take a step back by the sword energy, frowned and said, "What does this mean?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Kuang sneered, "It seems that you forgot what you promised me before we parted that day."

Han Yi bit his lip when he heard this, with a slightly annoyed face on his face - he naturally remembered what he had promised Zhao Kuang when his uncle led people to attack him, but how could it be possible for Zhou Chi to enter Daolin Villa without being hurt at all?Zhao Kuang was too difficult to deal with.

Han Yi was silent for a while, Zhao Kuang's eyes darkened, and seeing that the sharp sword in his hand was about to stab through, Zhou Chi suddenly made a soft sound.

"Brother."

Zhao Kuang gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulged slightly, and finally put away his sharp sword and retreated behind Zhou Chi.

Without the sharp sword pressing his throat, Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his eyes to look at Zhou Chi who was walking slowly in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Duan, for taking care of me these two days." The young man who was almost soaked in blood smiled at him. Although his face was still pale, it became lively and fragrant because of this smile. .

【Ding!Target character favorability +5, current favorability: 83, abuse value: 30, strategy progress: 30%]

"The palace master is too polite, Duan..."

"But I won't bother Mr. Duan in the future." After a pause, "Oh, no, you should be called Mr. Han."

Zhou Chi's words were like a bomb in deep water, causing Han Yi's face to change suddenly, and Zhao Kuang behind Zhou Chi also looked surprised, then he suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sharp blade hit Han Yi's again Throat, vigilantly said: "Are you Xingyunjian Han Yi?"

The sudden development of the matter took Han Yi by surprise, but looking at Zhou Chi's expressionless eyes, he knew that the other party must have full confidence in exposing him at this time, so he stopped struggling.

"Dare to ask the Palace Master, when did I show my feet?"

As soon as these words came out, it was acquiescence, and the sword in Zhao Kuang's hand immediately sent two points forward.

As the blade approached, Han Yi took a step back subconsciously, but Zhou Chi clamped the white blade with his bare hands with two fingers.

"You..." Han Yi had mixed feelings.

"Mr. Han, there is no need to worry. My Zhou and Zhao families only have a grudge against the old thief Han Jing, and have no intention of taking your life."

Hearing this, Han Yi's mood became more and more complicated. He looked at the young man in front of him who was seriously injured but not in a panic, and couldn't help but ask, "Since when did you start to doubt me? What happened between you and my uncle... What hatred?"