[Quick Transmigration] When handsome T dresses as a female match

Zhao Qingyang felt as if someone had knocked him on the back of the head and thrown him headfirst into a super-powerful washing machine. As soon as he exposed his head, he was flooded with cold water, like living maggots, burrowing into his mouth and nose desperately. .

The hands and feet seemed uncontrollable, like branches full of vitality. In a few minutes, they grew vigorously with annual rings and lengths of several years, and even flexible finger bones appeared.

Zhao Qingyang looked at his pale and thin palm in astonishment, and shook it with difficulty. The hand with a pale white shadow was indistinguishable in the turbulent dark blue water of the lake, like a fish swimming about to die inflexibly.

——Oh, I still prefer the small hooves of the original round palm.

The lamb rolled his eyes with difficulty, opened his mouth, and puffed out a big air bubble, choking on a big mouthful of lake water so that she almost lost her balance.

The white fluffy wool on the arm was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. Zhao Qingyang stretched out his tongue and licked his hair in distress, and moved upstream with his hands and feet, squinting his eyes resignedly to search for Zhu Qing.

——Why are you in the water every time you take shape?

Ah Qing, Ah Qing, why every time I really touch you is in this dark night and deep water where you can't see your fingers?

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The deep tide of Tanghu Lake is approaching its peak, and the rippling deep water is filled with the brilliance of the night, as if full of stars, full of tranquility and beauty that do not belong to the day.

A big wave broke, and a person of medium stature dragged another taller woman in a mecha and climbed up the river bank with difficulty. The way she used her hands and feet together could not be more embarrassing. Constantly spitting water out.

Oh shit, the mecha is really deadly!

Zhu Qing was thrown to the shore by Zhao Qingyang's force, and he remained motionless.Less than three miles away is the residence of the Principality of Ross.

Zhao Qingyang was panting like a bellows, her delicate face wrinkled into a ball, she wiped her face with her hand carelessly, her movements were erratic, she turned her head to check on Zhu Qing's situation.

The demon's face was very pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and the thick blood color was infecting her right arm—it seemed that the sword that pierced the rainbow exhausted her ability, achieved her goal and gave her strength at the same time. heavy price.

Zhao Qingyang crawled over distressedly, and combed the woman's drenched hair sticking to her face with her trembling fingers. The long black hair spread on the wet cold grass like a water tendril, shining with a dim light.

Accidentally poking the woman's cheek, Zhao Qingyang rubbed it for Zhu Qing with extremely jerky movements, touching the soft skin, it felt smooth.

Lamb's blue-green eyeballs are like the finest jasper, and his eyes and heart are full of the silent and unconscious woman in front of him.

She was almost unconsciously fascinated, looking at every perfect facial features of Zhu Qing, and unconsciously touching them with her fingers.

Until he touched the pale and cool lips of the demon.

Zhao Qingyang's fingers trembled and almost touched the woman's teeth.

Zhu Qing fell into a coma quietly, without moving a muscle.

Zhao Qingyang fixedly stared at the finger he put on Zhu Qing's lips, it was so pale, just as pale as the mouth it touched.

She suddenly felt that the cold soft meat was so hot that it made her heart boil.

Really Want.

She gasped and felt her cheeks burn a little.

Well thought, a deeper touch.

With more intimate, deeper places, more unspeakable actions and words, even behaviors.

Go get this woman.

——Zhu Qing will never know how charming and intoxicating her pale, weak and comatose appearance is.

Zhao Qingyang thought fascinatedly.

The night sky was very quiet, and the cold wind made the lamb shiver.

Zhao Qingyang pursed his lips and made a few puffs, then took his hand away, feeling that he really fell into the lake and got his head in the water.

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Time passed by, the girl hugged her knees, her big blue eyes quietly counted the stars in the vast starry sky in front of her twice, and found that the woman behind her was still in the same posture, her black eyelashes were like dead maple leaves. don't move.

It seems that I should find something to keep warm, otherwise Ah may not only have to face the injury of his right arm when he wakes up.

Saying that, the girl stood up and was about to stand up—however, she really overestimated her short human transformation experience, she is a four-legged animal who can't even walk on two legs—so Seeing that, the little lamb slipped and slid on the cold grass, and the whole person was about to turn over on his back.

There is a slight cold wind blowing, carrying the fishy smell of the cold water of the lake.

Zhao Qingyang let out a low cry of pain, and sighed from the bottom of his heart—falling into the arms of the mech was several times more painful than falling on the ground.

The girl froze, unable to move at all, her thin and short stature was tightly wrapped by Zhu Qing's body armor behind her, the cold head of the human demon was placed in the socket of her neck, and the lake water on her long hair flowed along Zhao Qingyang's thin clothes flowed down like a stream.

Her hands, like ropes, firmly bound the lamb's shoulders and body, so that she could only be locked in her arms obediently.

Zhu Qing sucked his nose, his face was cold, and he pressed against Zhao Qingyang's ear, his voice seemed to be cold, his voice was low and almost inaudible:

"Caught you."

As he spoke, the demon rubbed the girl's warm cheeks coquettishly, and Zhao Qingyang's hot breath blew against Zhao Qingyang's ears, making her blush and heartbeat.

Zhao Qingyang's mouth was dry, he stuttered for a long time, and said in a stuttering voice: "...Ah Qing, let's get up first, the ground is cold."

The woman's hands were like iron chains, not a single finger was loose.

"I don't." Zhu Qing's tone of refusal was taken for granted, and she wrinkled her nose cutely.

Zhao Qingyang couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then can you let me go first? Your right hand is injured, let me take off the mecha for you first?" She discussed in a very gentle tone, pinching the demon's pale and vigorous palm with little effort.

"As soon as I let go, you disappeared again." The demon said aggrievedly, and his tone made people think of a child who would cry if he couldn't get candy.

Zhao Qingyang: ...

Lord Divine Beast frowned in confusion, turned his head with great effort, and carefully looked at the face of his host—the delicate skin was showing a gradually expanding flushed red, and the pair of iron-gray pupils were lifeless and confused, The infrared lens inside did not know where it was washed away by the turbulent lake water.

Zhao Qingyang was unable to move his hands and feet, so he stretched out his head and pressed his forehead against Zhu Qing's.

The scalding heat almost made Zhao Qingyang bounce.

As a result, what happened in the next second made Zhao Qingyang throw the temperature of this sweet potato that could be roasted out of the blue.

Ah Qing, her family's Ah Qing, rubbed her face with the tip of his nose, affectionately and gently.

The lips of the two were so close that they couldn't breathe.

The appearance of being about to kiss.

Zhao Qingyang was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe.Her constricted turquoise pupils are full of reflections of the monster's pair of out-of-focus and clear gray crystal-like narrow eyes.

"Are you Qingyang?" Zhu Qing murmured like a lost child, the hot temperature on her body was almost conveyed through the air, she approached Zhao Qingyang even more, her two faces were almost squeezed together Together.

"No..." Zhao Qingyang replied holding his breath.

The human and demon remained silent for a long time, and the beast felt that the atmosphere was a bit cold.

"Liar." Zhu Qing suddenly laughed in a low voice, his voice was low and sticky, like the sweetness of old red wine, and the gentle flame burned his body after falling down.

Zhao Qingyang was about to defend herself, but the woman's nose hurt so badly that she almost burst into tears—her eyes widened in horror.

Zhu Qing was biting her lip, entangled the girl's soft lower lip affectionately with her fine front teeth, and stuck her hot tongue in, her movements were so rude, like a woman's usual style of doing things, the kiss was so sweet Zhao Qingyang couldn't utter a single word.

The lamb felt that his tongue was about to bleed from being bitten.

My mouth is filled with the breath of a demon, the sound of her breathing is in my ear, her slender eyelashes are brushing back and forth on my face, and her firm arm and sharp mech are on my body. touch.

Almost fell into this trap called Zhu Qing.

It seems that Zhao Qingyang twitched his eyelashes in confusion, but couldn't get rid of it.

On the tongue, there seems to be the smell of green grass and strong mint, Zhao Qingyang thought vaguely, and closed his eyes.

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Torresi was like a trapped animal, wandering around in the camp, and every movement outside could cause him to be unusually restless.

He was waiting for news from the salvage team, even if it was bad.

But no, never.

It has been almost four hours since I witnessed Zhuqing falling into the lake in the afternoon.

No news, still no news.

The man let out a broken roar, and kicked on the main beam of the tent.

With a bang, the tent lived up to everyone's expectations and fell down under his divine power.

Torresi: .....

Holding the bronze helmet in his arms, Zhu Qing approached the flickering tent, and what he saw was this scene—the magnificent main tent crackled into a pile of rags.

Demon: .....

Seeing a large bulge moving around, Zhu Qing calmly brought a bucket of water, splashed out the candles that had ignited in the collapsed tent, and lifted Torresi from the pile of canvas with his intact left hand. dug out.

Torresi stared blankly at the pale but energetic woman in front of him, feeling like he was dreaming.

Zhu Qing gave him a wicked smile.

In the next second, she was hugged firmly by her senior brother.

"You scared me to death, Ashan." Torresi said in a low voice, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Zhu Qing didn't speak, but hugged her back vigorously.

--I am back.