Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

Xie Lian glanced at Yan Kuan and took the box from the prefect.

When he opened it, it turned out to be a statue. He glanced at it quickly and calmly closed the box before the prefect's eyes turned to him.

"Is this what you bought?"

"No, I did it myself. It took me two days."

Yan Kuan wants to take credit. He should show his ability when it is time to show his ability. Only the crying child gets the milk.

Xie Lian's tone was inaudible, he said calmly: "It's thoughtful."

"Has your County Magistrate Cheng Yong always been in poor health?"

These words were full of profound meaning, causing everyone at the table to ponder.

The prefect and Cheng Yong were brothers-in-law, and they rushed to speak: "Your Excellency, I am from the same hometown as him, and I know him best. He is really in poor health, but he still works day and night. He is really a role model for our generation."

In fact, everyone present knew their relationship, and they were speechless to see the prefect so shamelessly deceiving the prime minister.

Everyone in Hezhou knew that the two brothers-in-law were in cahoots with each other, embezzling and accepting bribes, deceiving their superiors and subordinates, and even colluding with evil gentry to oppress the local people and make money.

Nicknamed the Black and White Devils, because Cheng Yong has a dark complexion and the prefect has a white complexion.

Xie Lian smiled with an ambiguous meaning, his smile was cold and thin: "In that case, let him leave, Yan Kuan"

Yan Kuan suddenly heard his name being called, and he stood up and bowed: "I am your humble servant."

"How about you be the county magistrate?"

How? Of course, just announce it directly, why are you asking?

Yan Kuan suppressed the joy in his heart, but the corners of his mouth were obviously raised. He could finally get married.

"That won't do, Prime Minister."

The prefect stood up quickly and said: "Yan Kuan is just a military candidate, how can he be the head of a county?"

"Oh? Are you questioning me, Mr. Prefect?"

As soon as these words came out, the prefect knelt down hastily, his body shaking:

"No, that's not it. Cheng Yong is indeed old and it's time for him to retire."

The other officials at the table were secretly shocked: "This prime minister is really as fickle and tough as the rumors say."

Xie Lian glanced at Yan Kuan’s overjoyed face, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"Well, what the prefect said makes sense, let Cheng Yong continue to work for a while."

Yan Kuan’s eyes widened. Was he hallucinating?

In just a short while, the position of county magistrate is gone?

Damn it!

Looking at the undisguised smile on Xie Lian's face, Yan Kuan would be a fool if he didn't understand. Is this person making fun of him?

Damn, you’re repaying kindness with evil!

Holding his breath, Yan Kuan ate silently. It was not his turn to toast at this occasion, so he sat there in silence all night.

When he looked up from a daze, everyone had left. He was drunk and everything was upside down.

Xie Lian waved his hand and asked everyone in the room to leave. Seeing Yan Kuan still drinking in a daze, he sneered and took out the gift he had just given him.

After taking a closer look, he realized that he was not mistaken. It was actually his own appearance.

The clothes were the same style as the one he was wearing when he first fell into the water. They were lifelike and the size of a hand, perfect for playing with.

Xie Lian hadn’t expected that this rough man could do such delicate manual work. He curled his lips and continued watching.

Slowly, the corners of Xie Lian's mouth froze.

He was not mistaken, it was true, Yan Kuan, that bastard, actually...

Xie Lian’s face instantly turned red, his eyes filled with anger.

He was so angry that he threw the carved figure in his hand towards Yan Kuan who was standing across the table.

"Ow..."

Yan Kuan cried out in pain, and a big bump immediately appeared on his forehead.

"Who dares to hit me?"

Before he could finish, Xie Lian came over and grabbed him by the collar, gritting his teeth and saying:

"You bastard, you are so bold, you are looking for death"

As he said this, he was about to beat Yan Kuan.

Yan Kuan had been practicing martial arts for many years, and his body had already developed subconsciousness. When the opponent swung his fist, he turned his head, twisted Xie Lian's hand behind his back, stood up and pressed him down on the table.

Xie Lian was seven feet tall, and the table was too low, so he had to lie prone on it.

"Let go"

Xie Lian was so angry that he almost went crazy, but he didn’t dare to shout for help. If someone saw him and Yan Kuan in this state, he would probably kill everyone here.

Yan Kuan was very drunk, his vision was blurry, and he couldn't see the person clearly. He just thought that he was a bastard who dared to provoke him.

She pressed the hand behind his back hard, causing Xie Lian to groan in pain.

It sounds pretty good, so Yan Kuan got bolder and said, "It sounds good."

The sound sounded familiar and was his favorite, like the gurgling of a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream.

After a long time without hearing any sound, Yan Kuan became unhappy.

Xie Lian’s eyes were red, and he risked breaking his arm by waving his other hand that was pressed under him towards Yan Kuan, but he was stopped by Yan Kuan. His big hand brought the two small hands together and pushed them towards his neck.

Xie Lian was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. Yan Kuan still didn't hear the nice voice just now and was furious.

"Damn it, Hezhou, hiccup, there are still people who don't listen to me"

……

Xie Lian rubbed his wrist and looked at the drunk on the ground with horror.

Watched for a long time...

The next day, Yan Kuan woke up and found himself lying on the ground. He hissed and felt his face was extremely painful. There was a taste of rust in his mouth and his nose was a little wet.

He walked out of the door cursing, and all the mothers, girls and patrons in Yilan Garden looked over at him, dumbfounded. The plates, fruits and objects in their hands fell to the ground. Time seemed to have stopped.

Yan Kuan felt something was wrong, so he snatched a mirror from a girl and looked at himself from the front.

Damn it! ! ! ! !

A scream that shook the world and made the ghosts cry: Who the hell did this?

There was a big shoe print on his resolute face, his nose was bleeding and his cheeks were swollen.

Who?

Who is it?