Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

"you wanna die."

The Xiuchun Knife came out of its sheath silently, and cut a long and thin bloodstain on the man's neck in an instant. Even if he felt weak in his legs, the young man was sure that this was not a normal treatment.

"Hiss..." Taking a breath, Huo Jingxuan seemed to be scared, but in fact he didn't feel threatened at all. They were a legitimate couple, and it was definitely not degrading for him to do these things.

Allowing the blood to slide down his collar, the man said in a normal tone: "Today I went to the Third Prince's Mansion."

"So?" Commander Feng always had clear grievances and grievances. Considering that the other party had saved his life, the young man who couldn't really kill him raised his eyebrows violently.

"It's because of my husband." The door to the new world was accidentally opened, and Huo Jingxuan finally realized that there was something wrong with his previous attitude. "Since we are married, no matter whether the wife is a man or a woman, we should raise the case together."

Chi Hui: ...inexplicable.

What kind of love did the protagonist Gong Shou show you? !

Chen Cong's wretched face and the man's generous back flashed alternately in his mind, the young man in red pursed his lips, and the murderous intent all over his body was ups and downs like a roller coaster: "I didn't worship you with you."

"My lady cares about this?" Thinking of the secret conversation with the third prince today, Huo Jingxuan held the young man's barefoot left hand and rubbed it unconsciously, "Believe that as a husband, the future will last forever, and there will always be a chance to make up for it."

The parts below the knees were completely inoperable, unable to lift his feet to kick people, so Chi Hui had to carefully pinch the scale and approach the knife an inch: "Let go."

——It hurts and itches, he's about to collapse, okay?

"I listen to you," boldly stepping on the other party's bottom line to test, the man stopped when he saw it, and stopped his movements quite tactfully, gently pushed the sharp knife around his neck away, he stood up and bent over, "husband and wife to bed .”

Due to the exhaustion of detoxification, Chi Hui has been hugged by the other party for the past two days, and he stretched out his hands reflexively to cooperate before he realized that his current clothes were not suitable.

The outer robe that had been tightly held was undone by the master's vacation, revealing a pair of white and slender legs of the young man under the red dress, which were as white as suet jade. Lightly powdery.

Maybe it’s because God is sowing misery and giving favor at the same time. Even though he has walked through the gate of hell several times over the years, the young man is still amazingly beautiful. If it weren’t for the calluses left by the palms that have been sharpened by holding knives all year round, no one would think that The opponent is a warrior.

Holding the cheap husband's shoulder with one hand, Chi Hui quickly wrapped the hem of his robe tightly: "Let me go..."

"Don't worry, lady." He conveniently stuffed the young man in his arms into the bed, Huo Jingxuan pressed his index finger against the other's lips, "I'll come just waiting for my husband."

Chi Hui, who was robbed of the conversation the whole time: ...Damn, I really want to beat someone up.

Turning his head out of sight and out of mind, the young man in red obviously didn't bother to talk to a man who was abusive, and he slowly cleaned up the mess. Mr. Huo, who is best at overcoming toughness with softness, summoned the servant, and the smile in his eyes lasted for a long time.

The sound of splashing water was endless, and Chi Hui, who had keen senses, was so anxious that he simply pulled over the quilt to cover his head. After a few incense sticks, the candle was extinguished, and he felt someone lying down beside him.

"Miss?"

I don't care about you.

Automatically filtering the "noise" in his ears, Chihui adjusted his breathing, perfectly pretended to be asleep, and his obsession with counterattack gradually faded away, but every time he recalled the other party's old fox-like smile, he inexplicably wanted to be with this People against each other.

A rustling sound emerged beside him, and Chi Hui felt the man's voice getting closer: "Feng Xiao?"

[Calling 'Chi Hui' is useless, unless you call me Lao Gong. 】

Complacently talking coquettishly in his heart, the young man so hung his invisible tail straight up into the sky, his breath was smooth and long, as long as he closed his eyes, no one would be able to see that he was pretending to be asleep.

Night vision version 0527: 【... My stupid host, please be blessed. 】

what?

Before Chi Hui could ask what was going on in his mind, he felt someone bowed his head and kissed his lips, with a bit of bitter herbal smell lingering, the young man immediately wanted to reach out and push the other person away.

But I'm pretending to be asleep.

Habitually considering maintaining the character design, Chi Hui's movements were inevitably a bit slow. Just as he was a little dazed, Mr. Huo, who had stolen incense and jade many times, had already skillfully pried open the young man's teeth.

"Well……"

The muffled groan and the slight sound of water ambiguously intertwined in the night, the young man in red endured and endured, and finally opened his eyes when the man reached out to pinch his belt.

The bright moonlight quietly streamed in through the half-opened window, and because of the screen, Chi Hui could only see the handsome but hazy silhouette of the other party, his phoenix eyes were lightly drawn, and Mr. Huo was not blushing and not panting. Complaint: "This method is really effective, the lady is finally willing to wake up?"

It's really a textbook-level backlash.

Laughing out of breath, the young man in red opened his mouth and reprimanded: "You..."

There was a warm touch of the scent of medicine on his lips, he shut up belatedly, and finally realized that there was something wrong with this posture: because they were too close to each other, even cursing seemed to be offering kisses on their own initiative.

"Boom!"

A whirling flower bloomed in the pure white underclothes, Mr. Huo who was sleeping on the outside was pushed out of bed by his wife after all, a night watchman approached with a lamp outside the door, but slowly dispersed because there was no follow-up.

After rearranging his appearance and lying back on the bed, the man persisted in asking: "The lady doesn't like it? Why? Do you want to take the initiative, or do you feel uncomfortable?"

Is the mission target of this life Tang Seng?

Asked by the cheap husband, his face turned hot, the young man in red turned his head inward, and tapped the other's dumb acupoint with his backhand: "Shut up."

Fleeting evil flashed in his eyes, Mr. Huo took out some silver needles from nowhere, and rushed open his acupoints bound by internal force with an innocent face: "But the lady is obviously very..."

"Crack." Clenched his fists and made a crisp sound. Commander Feng tried his best to restrain himself from taking the knife. After all, when he just had acupuncture points, he actually touched the gauze wrapped around the man's neck.

"It's not over, is it?"

Suppressing someone restless with one hand, the young man in red raised a chilling arc at the corner of his mouth, and precisely found the other's lips in the dark: "Then let you kiss enough."

Few people can compete with masters from the inner family in breath-holding kung fu, even if the other party is the son of the Huo family who counts in heaven and earth. Kissing skills are not enough for martial arts to make up for it. It is rare to kiss the mission target to the verge of hypoxia. Well, the long-lost cleanliness was finally restored to my ears.

【so close. ] Sneaking out a long breath secretly in the dark, Chi Hui was extremely grateful for his unhealed legs. If he hadn't been reminded of the pain from time to time, he might have wiped out the gun with the other party.

Thanks Feng Xiao!Thank you Emperor!

Thanks to the ancestors of the Huo family who have been writing for generations!

【……Ah. 】

Having already seen through this world full of routines, 0527, who jumped repeatedly on the edge of the wall, had no expression on his face: he learned a lot from a fall, and with the character of the task target...

It should prepare the chrysanthemum spirit for its host as soon as possible.

Both Qi and blood were depleted and internal energy wasted. Thanks to 0527's vigil, Chi Hui slept very soundly this time, but the energetic young man surnamed Huo never thought of letting him sleep until the sun was up.

"Zheng!"

The mouth and nose used to breathe were covered, the young man in red opened his eyes vigilantly, and the Xiuchun knife beside his pillow moved as he wanted, but after smelling the familiar fragrance of medicine around him, he had to force the knife to stop. live.

The man who lowered his head and took a brush to write and draw, and carefully studied the direction of the other party's internal force when he held his breath, said calmly: "Morning lady."

Chi Hui, who mistakenly thought that there was an enemy attack: ... this man is probably sick.

0527 Didn't choose the wrong world for him?

[Please don't question my professionalism,] Considering that my host dies quickly every time she crosses, 0527 finds out the novice guide that I don't know where I threw it, [Human nature is very complicated, and every small world will set the mission goal Different traits are moderately magnified. 】

Thinking of the previous 302 worlds, Chi Hui ruthlessly complained: [Then he has so many qualities. 】

[Occasionally there will be repetitions, besides, Lao Huo is a bug! 】

With one mind and two purposes, he quickly finished wrangling with 0527, Chi Hui put the knife back into its sheath, and took advantage of the situation to pull away the man's big hand that was holding his pulse: "There will be no next time."

Although the original owner's martial arts skills were high, he still couldn't hold back the sword again and again.

"Don't worry, being a husband will never let the lady be backlashed by internal force." Miraculously connected to Chi Huizang's brain circuit of nine turns and eighteen turns set by the original owner, Huo Jingxuan stuffed a small jade bottle into the young man's hand.

Before the other party could thank him, he smiled softly and said, "Young lady was so enthusiastic last night, even if you think about getting angry again, you won't attack the 'weak' person next to your pillow."

Lost lost.

Closing the bed curtain and changing clothes, Chi Hui refused to have any "verbal dispute" with the other party. Today is another sunny day, and his leg injury is no longer as severe as before.

Interested in preparing water for the young man to wipe his face, Huo Jingxuan suddenly hated letting the young man serve him. Thinking that those skins that only he had kissed and touched would be seen by outsiders, he felt an unknown irritability in his heart.

By the way, this is probably the reason why He Zhaoming kept staring at him when he went to the doctor yesterday...

Numerous pictures are intertwined in his mind, Mr. Huo, whom Fu Er jokingly called old antique, frowned, and finally realized his recent abnormality. Although this marriage is the product of various conspiracy, but honestly speaking, it is in the gift of In the matter of marriage partner, the old emperor really did not make a wrong choice.

"Huo Jingxuan?"

Seeing that the other party did not make a sound for a long time, Chi Hui took the handkerchief to wipe his face, and sat up and down on the wheelchair: "Is there any trouble with the third prince?"

Judging from the original plot, the only way to distract this person is likely to be revenge.

"No, I just figured out something." Shaking his head sincerely, Huo Jingxuan stepped forward to pick up the mahogany comb in front of the bronze mirror, "I'm here to tie my wife's hair for my husband."

The loose blue hair was not knotted even after a night's sleep, and the man with elegant eyebrows held the comb downward, suddenly remembering the auspicious words he had heard when he was young——

Comb to the end of the hair once, and comb the white hair to the eyebrows twice;

Three combs are full of children and grandchildren, and four combs are always in harmony.

"Feng Xiao," the man was about to brush the comb through his hair for the third time, and the man asked seriously, "Do you like children?"