Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Feng Xi let the tears drip down, biting his lip and stood like a piece of wood for an unknown amount of time. At the end, when his whole body was cold and unconscious, he suddenly came back to his senses. The lotus birthmark on his cheek seemed to have lost its color and turned pale. Incomparable.

He wiped away his tears in a panic and warmed himself up a bit, then carefully got into the quilt as if he was afraid of waking her up, hugged her gently, and put his palm on the back of her hand.

Master, master, master.

I'm back, look at me, Master.

The icy temperature was like an ice pick piercing his self-deceiving dream.

Feng Xi withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded, tears poured out uncontrollably, sobbing, something slipped from her palm.

Cool, Feng Xi picked it up with trembling fingers, it was a piece of exquisite jade.

One side is engraved with 'Xi' and the other side is engraved with 'An'.

This is the custom of giving gifts on a child's birthday, which means the blessing of 'safety every year'.

But, he is no longer a child, Feng Xi's nose is sore.

The birthday that he didn't even remember himself, but the master carved such a thing for him, Feng Xi hugged her arms tightly and it was already cold.The person who could no longer open his eyes and smile lightly at him could no longer suppress the embarrassing cry in his throat while biting his lips.

fraud.

fraud!

Saying that the pain will pass sooner or later, saying that the world is beautiful, a place without you, no matter how good it is, is purgatory!

……

Suppressing the violent demonic energy in his body, Feng Xi finally watched her being sealed in the ice coffin with a blank expression, and his fresh heart was also frozen together.

After that, drinking every day, jugs, wine glasses, and blood-red wine were scattered all over the room, which was decadent and messy, strange and bizarre.

When Chu Jiangming came to see him again, he saw a man with fascinated eyes, an indifferent expression, and a sarcastic smile, sitting lazily by the bed, holding a jug, and his eyes wandered to an unknown distance.

This is different from the sadness when he was driven away by that woman.

It is true that there is no will to live, no way to live, no way to die, so I can only anesthetize myself every day like this, just like in a dream.

Chu Jiangming couldn't help but look at him, he hesitated several times, and finally said: "Axi, can she bear to see you like this?"

Hearing this, Feng Xi lazily turned his head, his cool eyes seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to be there, and his voice was also lazily, as if he was whispering: "She can't bear it? Has she ever had no heart for me?"

Master doesn't love him, and Master treats him like a poor beggar from beginning to end. Without love, it's not love, it's pity, it's sympathy, but it's not love.

Feng Xi's nose was sour, and with the cover of the flagon, he suppressed hot tears.

Chu Jiangming didn't know how to answer this time, he stood at the door and watched him silently for a moment, finally, helplessly, leaned over and cleaned up the messy room for him.

After seeing the balls of paper scattered under the desk, Chu Jiangming raised his eyebrows, walked over, and then saw a piece of white paper carried back on the messy desk.

Judging from the penetrating ink marks, a lot of words were written on the covered side.

"You wrote this?" He raised it and asked.

"What." Feng Xi casually answered without looking at him.

"I'm talking about this." Chu Jiangming didn't look at it, but casually folded the piece of paper into a kite, raised his hand lightly, and the kite flew towards the seal.

Feng Xi patted the paper kite away impatiently, fell silent, and said disgustedly: "You go, don't bother me."

Chu Jiangming had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, leave the door behind and leave.