He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

Feast · The River Gradually Falls

After sending away the mistress who still wanted to be tender, Nicholas was lazily leaning on a chair with his clothes half undressed, smoking a cigarette.White smoke obscured his vision, only a pair of scarlet eyes half-closed in the darkness, like a sleepy eagle.

The connection between the little bat that was sent out and him was cut off, probably because someone who met the Holy See was caught, and if he was unlucky, he had already been chopped into pieces.

Nicholas thought about it aimlessly, and he even remembered that before Juliet moved to Fast, He Xichen would always drag her to listen to the choir singing in a small church in the suburbs.After everyone had left, the 13-year-old boy sat on the piano bench and played the organ for Juliet.

Sitting there side by side, the beautiful piano sounds combined with the quiet church, and the cheerful and soft tunes make people feel like they are in the golden fields.

The tall ceiling keels blocked Nicholas' figure. He lay prone on the beam, propping his head with his hands and staring at Juliet who occasionally smiled.

It's time for him to go.Nikolai thought so.

……

The smoke between the fingers gradually burned out, and the ash fell on the carpet.Nicholas stood up slowly, like a robot with aging parts, staggering.

Boom!

The heart suddenly jumped heavily, and Nicholas managed to stand still by holding on to the edge of the table. He touched the sudden and endless panicked heart in a daze, blinked his eyes in astonishment, and suddenly realized something.

Oh shit!

The black shadow quickly swept across the roof, like a crow in the drizzle, and it only passed through the heavy rain to the outside of the closed door of the Descartes Manor in Fast, silently, without any alarm, immersed in the sleeping man.

Nicholas wiped off the raindrops on his body, then took the cold handle, twisted the door lock effortlessly, and walked in.

There was a basket of untouched nut crackers on the table, and the window was wide open, letting in the rain.There was no smell of living people in the room, and the overly sweet aroma could not cover up the strong smell of blood, Nicholas couldn't help frowning.

Someone, no, a vampire just left.

Nikolai's eyes looked directly at the warm corpse on the bed—the vampire felt warm after death, although the warmth was fleeting.

He Xichen's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were covered with coagulated blood, and the row of tooth marks on his slender and white neck were shocking.

Nicholas stared blankly at him imprisoned on the bed by silver nails in humiliation, his black hair spread out.

"Didn't you say... you're going to Huahai?"

He pulled out the nails one by one, his fingers were burnt black, he just gently hugged He Xichen in his arms, trying to feed him his own blood, but it was of no avail.This person is dead.

Nikolai was not close to this son, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a stranger.But at this time, the child who talked back to him as soon as he met died, but he suddenly felt some unspeakable sadness.

He cautiously kissed He Xichen's forehead, eye corners and lips, and sighed in a low voice: "Juliet will be very sad...I will be very sad too..."

Nicholas sat in the dark room for a while, and finally brought him back to Becquerel Castle.

Two cats squatted on the ground, licked their fluffy paws, and slept next to their eternally sleeping little master.

Juliet hugged He Xichen, who was still warm, her body was trembling uncontrollably, her blood red eyes were tearing apart, but she couldn't shed a single tear: "My Laixiu..."

"Don't be afraid of Lexiu, may you rest in eternal peace, I will bear all the sins in the world." Juliet's voice seemed very distant in the frozen air, "I will send those who hurt you to death one by one. to hell."

Nicholas stroked her black hair with cold fingers, touching her forehead: "As you wish."

The war that tended to be calm was ignited by the death of a vampire, and the smoke of gunpowder was ignited again.

***

Luwinshire is notoriously chaotic, with violence rife in the streets and alleys, and there is no room for humanity to shine here.

Murray put the suitcase in his hand on the ground and carefully adjusted his black tie.There were only two changes of clothes in the suitcase, and besides that, only a shriveled bouquet of dog's tail flowers.

He was exiled by the Holy See to Luwin County, and if nothing else happened, he probably would never return to Fast.He doesn't plan to go back either.He will climb to the top step by step and wipe out the whole world!

"Does the wound still hurt?" The haggard and pale girl next to her suddenly asked.

"It's cured." Murray comforted softly, "Is your body able to take it after a long day's journey?"

Ophelia was wearing a black nun's uniform, but she wore a gray-blue beret on her head, and her eyes were full of tired blue.She shook her head lightly, holding the black iron cross tightly in her hand: "I'm not tired."

Miss Huygens is dead.When she knew that she had sent her most beloved friend to the thugs with her own hands, she broke down and cried loudly, and she had a fever and was so ill that she couldn't figure it out.It wasn't until Archbishop Claudius called Murray who was imprisoned in prison that the situation was better.

Anluer City was in chaos.The vampires headed by Nicholas began to retaliate wildly against the clergy of the Holy See. In addition, Eugene Descartes and Andre Hertz were officially wanted by the human world and the vampire world.

In the remote Ifo area, crows are entrenched in the sky and the city walls, vampires have occupied this human city, and the dead flowers and plants emit a rotten stench.

A strange visitor disturbed the crows on the roof. He straightened his hat slightly, his blond hair fell from the hat, and then he showed a timid smile.

*****

Let's have fun. If the Li family father and son cheated to death...

The white magnolias on the branches are so clean and graceful, stretching into the yard.The chai gate was closed tightly, and two faded red blessing characters were pasted on the door.This is a newly moved family in the county. Only the father and son depend on each other. I heard that the son's health is not very good, so he only recuperates at home and rarely goes out.

Song Ling walked back and forth in front of the door, finally glanced at the direction of the private school at home, rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb the tree and over the wall.He borrowed this kite from his little cousin, if he returned it empty-handed, he would scold him to death.

Don't let people see you being so embarrassing!He is also a scholar after all!

Song Ling pushed aside the magnolia flowers, followed the branches to touch the top of the blue-tiled wall, and before he could stand still, he saw a person holding a paper kite to look at it, and asked, "Are you looking for this?"

The colorful paper kites blocked the man's appearance, Song Ling was taken aback, grabbed the magnolia branch to calm down, and replied: "It is indeed my young master's thing."

The people inside the wall laughed lightly: "It's been a long time since I flew the kite. Hey, little man, I'll give it back to you, and it's done."

Seeing that the master didn't blame him, Song Ling heaved a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to pick it up, but saw the sunlight shining through the paper kite in the man's slightly restrained eyes, and he could see the whole world of spring with just one glance.Song Ling was so young, he had never seen such a person, he couldn't help but panic, but his feet sprained, and he fell down.

"Ouch!" He Xichen hurriedly opened his hands to pick up the child who was under 15 years old, but he forgot that he had not recovered from his injuries and was also a weakling. superior.

The wound on his chest was throbbing with pain. He Xichen grinned for a while with a pale face. Seeing that Song Ling, who had fallen into a daze, hadn't gotten up from him, he pushed his arm and said, "Xiao Langjun, you It hurts me."

Song Ling didn't get dizzy from the fall, it was obvious that he was stunned, finally came back to his senses, backed away in a hurry, and said with a blushing face: "My young master... I'm rude, I'm rude, Xiaosheng is shameless, and I still don't like you!" Please, my lord, please don’t take offense, my lord!"

He wasn't originally a quiet man, but at this moment he spoke in a polite, awkward and funny way.

He Xichen stood up, and the magnolia petals fell from his hair on the lapel of his clothes. He only smiled and asked, "Which young man are you? I seem to have seen you somewhere." These words were not out of friendship, he really looked at Song Ling Very familiar.

Song Ling's face turned even redder, thinking that this young man was so straightforward when he came up, could it be that he has taken a fancy to him?This...he hasn't engaged yet, so it's not impossible...

"Xiaosheng's surname is Song, and the single name is Ling." Song Ling finally dared to look up at He Xichen, and then lowered his head after only one glance, staring at the magnolia flower in the soil, not daring to speak too much.

"So that's what I said!" He Xichen suddenly realized, and asked, "Who are you, Song Mingyue?"

Song Ling's heart skipped a beat, his complexion sank instantly, and he replied listlessly, "It's Brother Xiaosheng."

"I didn't expect to run into your Song family again after wandering around." He Xichen smiled in a low voice, then cupped his hands and said, "It's hard to go down to the forest, my father went shopping for vegetables, Mr. Song, would you like to come in and have a cup of freshly brewed spring tea?" ?”

When Li Jingfeng returned home with a vegetable basket in his hand, He Xichen and Song Ling had already talked about the customs and customs of Wu County about the life-and-death battle in northern Xinjiang, and about his brother's marriage from Dushanyu in Chang'an City.

"Fortunately, Beijiang was defeated. Otherwise, my brother died a year ago, and I'm afraid he would be implicated now." Song Ling said what he learned from his old father at home, while secretly looking at He Xichen's face, "Many little gentlemen They all want to marry my brother."

He Xichen took a sip of tea, saw through his ghostly thoughts at a glance, and asked amusedly, "Really? Fortunately, I don't like your elder brother."

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Me, I like Li Xian'er and Li Liandong." He Xichen reckoned it was just for fun, so he said casually, shaking his head.

Song Ling got stuck for a moment: "You, you like General Li?...That's right, who doesn't like that kind of hero?" He lowered his head sullenly, "But General Li is dead, you, you Do you still like him?"

Before he could get an answer, Li Jingfeng, who came back from the vegetable market, stepped into the door, holding a fresh river fish in his left hand, and a basket of seasonal fruits and vegetables in his right hand: "Son, today I will make you braised yellow fish!" Song Ling couldn't help asking, "Hey, whose little man is this, why does it look familiar to me?"

He Xichen walked over to help with the things, and said, "This is Song Ling, the young son of Song Yuanwai in the county, and also Song Mingyue's younger brother." He blinked, and Li Jingfeng understood instantly.

"So it's Song Xiaomingyue!" He clasped his fists boldly and said, "My family is not easy...cough, my family Ananda didn't bully you, did he?"

Song Ling quickly returned the salute: "No, no, Mr. Lin didn't bully me!" He faltered at what to say, blushing with anxiety, and finally ran out of the door in despair, "Xiaosheng, take a step ahead, farewell! Farewell!"

Li Jingfeng and He Xichen looked at each other, watching the child's spring blue clothes disappear behind the corner of the door, and went to the kitchen to cook together.

"The shipwreck will be here in a few days, and Father will be able to relax by then." He Xichen rolled up his long sleeves, dipped the spinach in the water, and said, "The city of Chang'an was closely watched a while ago, so I'm afraid his life will be very difficult." sad."

"Son, don't worry about it, just take care of your wounds and leave the rest to us!" Li Jingfeng quickly cut open the fish, "Song Xiaomingyue didn't find any clues, did he?"

"Don't worry, he's just a naive young master." He Xichen didn't take it seriously, "Speaking of which, Song Mingyue seems to be going back to his hometown to worship his ancestors in a few days. I plan to see him."

Li Jingfeng's hand that killed the fish paused, and worried: "It's too risky, the less people know about our affairs, the better...Knowing too much is not good for him."

"Hey, Song Mingyue is so clever!" He Xichen comforted, "He is my good friend, and he risked his life for me. I have to let him know that I am still alive, so that he can feel at ease."

Li Jingfeng heard this, thought for a while, then nodded and promised: "That kid is really righteous! Then you go! Be careful!" He suddenly remembered something, lifted the knife and solemnly warned, "Don't let Deng Tuzi Hang on! This Suzhou man is a genius, but there are quite a lot of rascals who claim to be romantic sons!"

He Xichen couldn't help laughing loudly: "I don't know how to do it!"

Cooking smoke curled up, and the smell of food floated out of the yard, entangled with the magnolia flowers scattered all over the ground, adding a bit of pyrotechnic and worldly atmosphere.

"Father, when Shen Zhou arrives, let's go to Langzhou."

"Success! You can go wherever you want!"

The famous General Li and Li Jiaxian'er both died on the battlefield, and now they are just ordinary people with tea, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.The luxuries and intrigues in Chang'an City have nothing to do with this small, impeccable courtyard in Suzhou.

The two chatted about the future journey, took two long swords and bamboo flutes, and drew their swords to help when the road was rough.

As for whether the young master is willing to be a cow or a horse in the next life to repay his kindness, or is he willing to promise him with his body -- oh, forget it, forget it, He Xichen waved his hands hastily.