The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

There was a breath in the air that made people want to vomit, oppressed and cramped, Qi Guanlan staggered to the side of the bed, touched his face silently, and asked in a trembling voice: "... Where is my gift?"

In the morning, there were still small complaints and reminders. The young man sat beside him, vigilant and terrified, carefully hiding his secrets, babbling, and telling him thousands of times that he would never make mistakes.

In just a few hours, it is life and death.

His appearance is serene, no different from the past, except for the sword edge inserted deeply into his chest.Both of Qi Guanlan's hands were trembling, and he was at a loss as to caressing the edge of the sword that was shining with cold light.

Once... This person once held this sword and protected him behind him.

He hides all the sharpness, dare not reveal the slightest darkness, patience, politeness, uprightness, prudence, modesty... He binds himself with these things, terrified all day long, afraid that the young man will discover his true face.

What is calm and self-restraint, in front of such a corpse, all of them no longer exist.

There will never be such a gentle person again, squatting down, opening himself carefully, and hugging him into his arms.

He rubbed slowly at first, but then the speed became faster and faster. The sharp edge of the sword pierced his fingertips, and the bright red blood almost couldn't wait to drip down, dripping into the clothes of the young man below him, and disappeared in an instant. not see.

With a pale face, the young man stuffed his bleeding fingertips into the young man's slightly opened mouth.

His lips, which he usually dreamed of molesting/playing with, now have no offense and defense, allowing him to invade freely, the soft tip of his tongue is still warm, and the snow-white teeth gently knock against his skin, like a beautiful and boundless scene. The dream makes people want to sigh with satisfaction, but they can't help crying for some reason.

He used to hate his own bloodline, the bloodline that an unknown person brought to him and brought countless disasters, unexpectedly gave him his only hope today.

He hoped that this bit of blood would... be able to wake him up.

He maintained that movement for a long time, waiting patiently—until his fingers turned white and no more blood flowed.He cut another sharp knife, cutting a hideous wound on his wrist.

The young man was still lying there, motionless.

He finally took his hand back, wiped the hem of his clothes a few times, then leaned over and picked up the young man, and stepped out of the threshold with steady steps.

There is always a way...

There will be a way.

Qi Guanshui leaned against the door frame, watching them silently.

He let Qi Guanlan carry the young man's body away from him, and heard the young man's heavy breathing and heavy footsteps, moving away from him little by little.Not long after, the waiter's exclamation came from downstairs, and he couldn't hear anything after that.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly to the side of the bed.

The saber was lying beside the pillow, stained with blood.

"I want this."

The boy stood where he was, holding the young man's saber.After a long time, he said softly: "Who cares about a dead person? I have a living one."

He took out a dexterous paper figurine from his pocket, threw it lightly on the ground, and when it landed, it was a living person.The paper figurine that Tuo Youlin cut out before can still take the shape of a human and walk around alive and well.

The young man stood in a thick blood, with the same gentle eyebrows and eyes.

The young man stared at him expressionlessly, tears streaming down his face.He grabbed the hand of the paper figurine and pressed it on his face: "Wipe my tears."

He clutched his sword, leading his men.

Living people, not lifeless people lying in bed.

'Xing Yang' next to him smiled softly, and as expected reached out to wipe his tears away.The young man looked at his face obsessively, and kissed his cheeks, eyebrows and lips with one breath.

...so much better than the real thing.Will he really let him kiss so recklessly?He can completely tear off the well-behaved and supple skin, and touch every corner of his body unscrupulously.Everything belongs to him, so there is no need to worry about someone staring at him.

"Let's go." The young man held the hand of 'youth' as ​​if it was a treasure, rubbed his face affectionately, and said with a smile: "We have agreed, you will take me home."

Ten years, 20 years... During the chaotic time, he held the young man's hand day after day and accompanied him through thousands of mountains and rivers.He didn't know who killed him, and he was in a trance for a while, but he only remembered the promise he stalked so hard.

Until the piece of paper could no longer maintain its human form and completely dissipated on the cliff, he still failed to find the hometown that the young man had promised to take him to see.

There is such an inn in Dongchuan City.

There are people coming and going at the entrance of the store, and the business is still very poor. The waiter of the store squatted at the door all day eating melon seeds, which wiped the floor of the lobby so that it was shiny. One day, a few strange customers walked away. Not long after, he saw a corpse in his backyard. The corpse, the naked female corpse, peeled off at the slightest touch.

Report to the official, the official said that there is a dispute between immortals, what should we do?Going to find the immortal, the Buddha Palace has already collapsed, and all the monks are too busy to take care of themselves.The shop clerk shook his head, but couldn't find the twins, so in the end he could only admit that he was unlucky, and hastily ran the female corpse to the mass grave.

Then he was still squatting at the door eating melon seeds, and there were still people coming and going, but he didn't go to his shop.The waiter in the shop struggled to calculate the accounts, and after a few more years, he finally decided to close the shop and find another way out.

The cultivation world suddenly became chaotic.

The fairies of the Jie Niao clan died one after another, and the barrier between the cultivation world and the human world completely collapsed, their spiritual veins dissipated, and the cultivation sects scattered and fled.The mortals were terrified all day long, looking at the flashes of lightning and fire in the sky, for fear that the chaos of war would spread to all cities in the world.

The inn's business finally picked up, and all kinds of cultivators, wearing bamboo hats, sat in the inn to stay in the inn.

The waiter in the shop thought everything together, so he simply opened the shop.More than ten years hastily passed, and he has changed from a sleek and lazy young man to a bony middle-aged man, but the war in the cultivation world has never subsided.It is said that a demon appeared in the Endless Sea, killing and killing all the way, ruthless, seems to be heading in the direction of Dongchuan City.

Hey, it can't be burned on mortals.

The waiter relaxed his mind and continued to do his business.

One day, the shop waiter was sitting at the door eating melon seeds and making plans. For some reason, the customers in the shop suddenly dispersed.There was someone in front of him, the waiter stood up suspiciously, and stuttered the moment he raised his head.

He was a delicate and fair young man in black.

With a rare and handsome face, with restrained sharpness, and a blood-stained long sword on his waist, his eyes are full of doting and flattery.He stood at the door of the store, tilting his head and whispering softly, not knowing who he was talking to or what he was talking about.

The waiter in the shop is neither walking nor standing.

"Dongchuan City... remember? I bought pancakes for you, but unfortunately you said you were full and didn't move. My brother? How could he eat my food?"

"Nonsense, how did you disappear?"

The young man in black showed a gentle smile and made a movement.Gentle and careful, as if wiping the sand off the faces of those around him.

But he obviously didn't even have a piece of paper by his side.

The author has something to say: Do you remember Ah Shui who hated that paper figurine _(:з)∠)_

Well, the distribution is even, the body is given to A Lan, and A Shui has a sword and paper figurines.

The hairpin was too lazy to write, it was placed on Xing Yang's body, and it belonged to A Lan.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I didn't explain clearly about the progress of the relationship.

A little angel said it many times before, Gong's feelings came out of nowhere, Xing Yang obviously didn't do anything, and didn't even have much contact, and suddenly fell in love with death (...).

This is a foreshadowing, which has a lot to do with Oudou, and this chapter will start to be written slowly in the future.

Believe me, you can probably see from the ending of the previous supporting role—the author, she, will not make anyone feel better (proudly akimbo

To tell the truth, my tears are obviously very low... the past period is guaranteed to be sweet (swear

Ps: Don’t think about those who are in orthopedics... Brothers, 3P, you can only go to the small black room to visit the prison after writing, and the crackdown has been severe recently, the editor will hang me up and smoke...

The anti-theft chapter begins to blacken history from today.At that time, I wrote more than 3 words, which can be regarded as serialization for a long time 233333