[Quick Transmigration] Let's have supporting roles!

Long and upright, white clothes like snow.If someone mentioned to Lu Xiaofeng who was suitable to wear white clothes, the first thing he would think of was Ximen Chuuxue.

He has never seen anyone who can look so good in white, and he has never seen a person whose underwear and socks are all white, as white as snow.

Cough cough, I want to ask him why he knows this... Lu Xiaofeng remembered that when they met for the first time, he strayed into the place where Ximen Chuuxue took a bath by mistake, and he was sincerely glad that Ximen Chuuxue didn't kill him with a sword because of his temper. He is thankful that he has survived till now.

Ever since Lu Xiaofeng met Ximen Chuuxue, he had only seen him in white, so he always thought that Ximen Chuuxue would not have any color other than the black sword, but unexpectedly...emmm...

Lu Xiaofeng stared fixedly at the red purse hanging from Ximen Chuixue's waist, on which was embroidered a small figure in white clothes only a few centimeters high, with a delicate face and a black iron heavy sword in his hand. Can see who is the owner above.

Pretty cute.

No, not right!Lu Xiaofeng came back to his senses abruptly, dispelling the terrifying thought that had just surfaced in him.

Dare to say that the sword god Ximen Fuxue is cute?He must have felt that his life was too long.

Ximen Chuuxue took a sip of tea and said expressionlessly, "What are you doing here?"

When I saw him, I didn't say a word, just stared at him.

Surprising.

"It's not important, it's not important!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled and waved his hands, forgetting all about Shangguan Danfeng Da Jinpeng King and so on, with eight written on the left side and hexagrams written on the right cheek, and asked obliquely: "Ximen, what's your waist?" The money bag hanging in the middle is quite unique. Why haven’t I seen it before?”

The expression on Ximen Chuuxue's face softened for a moment, Lu Xiaofeng almost felt that he had misread it, and felt uncomfortable, feeling aggrieved that his good friend was snatched away by someone who didn't know.

"He did it." The corners of Ximen Chuuxue's mouth rose slightly.

Although it was only 0.01 cm, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have seen something unbelievable, and exclaimed loudly: "Ximen, you laughed! You can actually laugh!? I thought you always had this expression!"

Ximen Chuuxue: "I am a human being, and all human beings know how to laugh."

Lu Xiaofeng was categorical: "You are not human!"

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him indifferently.

"You are a god!" Feeling the murderous aura, Lu Xiaofeng said hastily.

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The murderous aura around him disappeared, Lu Xiaofeng leaned over meanly, touched the purse cheaply, and said, "I'm really curious about who he is in your mouth, it makes you soften your expression when you think of him, if you have a chance, you can It's even better when we see each other."

Ximen Chuuxue, who was poked to the heart, drew his sword and stabbed him.

Lu Xiaofeng ran away in a panic, begging for mercy repeatedly. "I made a mistake, Ximen, stop now—" Although he didn't know where he was wrong, it was definitely right to admit his mistake at this time! ! !

So admit your mistake first!

After a while of "flying chickens and dogs jumping", Lu Xiaofeng raised his beard with both hands, wanting to cry but without tears, the top of his lips was smooth, he will no longer be Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows! !

Perhaps it was Lu Xiaofeng's exaggerated expression that entertained Ximen Chuuxue, anyway, he didn't do anything anymore, and sat back quietly in his seat, showing no trace of anger.

Lu Xiaofeng carefully looked at his face, put the beard of the dead into his arms, and never dared to mention the other party's red purse again.The lost information about Shangguan Danfeng Dajinpeng Wang and other information in his mind suddenly came back, and he smiled wryly: "I almost forgot the business."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Ximen, we have been friends for so many years, and we also have a little friendship. I believe that if I ask you for help, you will definitely help, right?"

Ximen Chuuxue smiled, not the smile just now, but also sneered, as if mocking him, "I won't help."

Lu Xiaofeng: "..." It's Ximen's style to refuse so simply. _(:D)∠)_

"What if I burn your house down?"

Ximen Chuuxue raised his chin: "You burn."

You just rely on me not daring to be confident!Lu Xiaofeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he saw the other's lips from the corner of the eye, suddenly his brain twitched, and he said, "What if I kiss you?"

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The butler outside the door: "..."

Young birthday!Mrs. Master is not well, the owner of the villa has been confessed by a man! ! (○Д○)Σ(дlll)

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "You try?"

Try it if you have your life.

Lu Xiaofeng sneered, and took a step back silently: "Although there is a saying that it is romantic to die under the peony flower, but I still want this little life."

Ximen Chuuxue snorted coldly, looked straight ahead, and didn't know what he was looking at, "I can promise you."

"What?" Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback.

Promise what?Do you help him or can you kiss?

Ximen Chuuxue felt his gaze fall on his mouth, and his voice became colder, "But I have one condition."

"You say what you say!"

"Find someone for me. His name is Jiang Qi..." After finishing speaking, he asked the housekeeper to take out his treasured paintings.

The scroll is clean, but the painting is a little yellowed. It can be seen that the owner of the painting cherishes it and should take it out often.There is a beauty in the painting, so beautiful that the gender is ignored at a glance. The beauty is sitting under the plum tree, lying on the bottom of the tree, her eyes are gently closed, she should be taking a nap.

Lu Xiaofeng was distracted by the beauty of the person in the painting. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but when he thought that this painting was brought out by Ximen, his heart ached for some reason: "The person who drew him must be very beautiful. love him."

He, a layman, can see the strong affection in the pen and ink at a glance.

Ximen Chuixue: "Huh."

Simon's reaction is not right...

Could it be drawn by a rival? ?Ximen likes the beauty in the painting, but the beauty is with someone else. In order to avoid Ximen's pursuit and revenge, the two live in seclusion together, so Ximen let him find someone.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at Ximen Chuixue in a daze, and was inexplicably abused by the picture of his brain-replenishing.

He hurriedly interrupted his unrestrained speculation, and asked directly: "Ahem, who is he? You painted the painting of Ximen?"

Ximen Fuxue: "I didn't draw it."

It's just that he was watching the man painting.

Mother is really beautiful.Ximen Chuuxue was in a particularly happy mood.

↑ Ximen has been controlled by her mother since she was a child.

Lu Xiaofeng: "..." Why do you always feel sour and uncomfortable?

Not wanting Ximen to stare at the calligraphy and painting anymore, Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward to roll up the calligraphy and painting, and put the calligraphy and painting away without changing his face under the sight of Ximen Chuuxue who was about to kill someone, "It's better to put such an important thing away. Just put it like this It's settled, I'll help you find him, and you come down the mountain with me to help."

"it is good."

During this period, Lu Xiaofeng used many nonsense clichés, wanting to know the relationship between the person in the painting and him from Ximenkou, but every time the other party noticed it, he kept silent.

It was like a kitten kept scratching Lu Xiaofeng's heart, tickling his heart.

Ximen can't find out from here, but the housekeeper watched Ximen grow up, so he should know, right?

Lu Xiaofeng turned his eyes, turned a corner, and went to find the housekeeper.

Butler: "The person in the painting? Why are you asking this?"

Lu Xiaofeng raised his hand to think about his beard, but he found a bald spot. Then he remembered that Ximen had shaved his beard. He turned his hand and changed it to touching his nose. He always felt that there was something wrong with the way the housekeeper looked at him. As if all the thoughts in my heart were exposed to the housekeeper, "I'm not a little curious, Ximen would actually treasure a portrait of a boy."

The butler smiled cheerfully: "It's not just that one, most of the people in the study are him."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes widened: "Most of them are??"

No way, Ximen Fuxue is so infatuated? ?

What should I do if my discomfort gets worse_(:з」∠)_

Lu Xiaofeng said sourly: "Ximen must love him very much."

The butler nodded in agreement: "It's really cute."

The scene of Zhuang Master acting like a baby to his wife with a straight face when he was a child is vivid, and the housekeeper can't help sighing when he thinks of that time.How lovely the owner was at that time.

The smile on Lu Xiaofeng's face couldn't hold on any longer, and he was thinking in a mess.

Anyway, even Ximen couldn't find that person, and if he couldn't find it, it's quite normal, right?

Lu Xiaofeng secretly decided not to seriously look for someone, and dug up the wine hidden in the plum tree.

When starting the journey the next day, Lu Xiaofeng, who smelled of alcohol, scratched his head with a smile. Ximen Chuuxue smelled the familiar aroma of alcohol coming from the other party, and endured and endured, before holding back a sword.

"How much is left?"

Lu Xiaofeng took a step back guiltily, and changed the subject: "E Ximen, don't be so stingy, let's go, Huamanlou is still waiting for us outside."

"You don't know Huamanlou, the seventh son of the Jiangnan Hua family, you will definitely like it!"

The sharp-eyed butler: What is this feeling of eagerly introducing your best friend to your sweetheart...

Huamanlou is a gentle person who never complains, is handsome and gentle, calm and serene like a clear lake, and loves life, while Ximen Chuuxue is completely opposite to him.None of the people under his sword survived except Lu Xiaofeng.

"Ximen Chuixue."

"Under Huamanlou." There was a familiar feeling in the gentle voice, Ximen Chuuxue turned slightly sideways, watching Huamanlou seriously.

Hmm, laughing a bit like...

Not like.

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the thoughts in his eyes.

miss him.