Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Brother Hua turned his head slightly, pretending not to see the look in his hand, he looked at Wen Jingshu with a nonchalant expression; "If I didn't see you as pitiful, and I still have a relationship with me, I wouldn't care about you life or death."

"Will I not cause any trouble for the immortal teacher? After all, a person with my qualifications..." Wen Jingshu pursed his lips. Just now he almost thought that this "Junior Brother Hua" was going to say "my king".

"Trouble me, you think too highly of yourself," Junior Brother Hua curled his lips in disdain, and after a while, he turned to look at Wen Jingshu, "So, what do you think?"

Wen Jingshu lowered his head and clenched his fists: "I, I am willing."

Wen Jingshu: Why does it feel weird to say it...

Senior Brother: Tsk, Junior Brother picked up a treasure, and he looks obedient and self-conscious.

Junior Brother Hua: I don't know why, but I always feel a little happy for no reason.

"Hmph, I think you're willing too," Junior Brother Hua glanced at Wen Jingshu, "You don't need to call me Immortal Master anymore, you will also be a monk in the future, my real name is Hua Zhirong, your seniority is not yet determined, just call me by my real name .”

When Wen Jingshu heard the familiar name, he suddenly raised his head to look at him. Hua Zhirong was a little uncomfortable to be watched by him with such strong eyes, but he just allowed him to be called by his real name, so he became so excited.

"I just seemed to have heard of immortals before..." Seeing Hua Zhirong's dissatisfied eyes, Wen Jingshu immediately paused and changed his words, "Zhirong's name."

When Hua Zhirong heard him call the word "Zhirong", she always felt that he said it very tenderly, and her whole body felt numb when she heard it, as if she had some magical power, Hua Zhirong's face flushed: "I I just want you to call me by my real name, why, how do you call me directly, call me..."

Wen Jingshu looked at him apologetically, and called out again: "Huazhirong."

Hua Zhirong pursed her lips and stopped talking, Wen Jingshu cautiously called back the original name: "Zhirong..."

Wen Jingshu's body was originally only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was still a tender young boy. His voice hadn't changed completely yet, but Wen Jingshu's voice was naturally thin, and now he called out cautiously, with a little voice change. The unique matte-like texture of the period made Hua Zhirong's heart itch.

"Forget it, since you are young, you can do whatever you like." Hua Zhirong waved his hands, showing a magnanimous look.

Before Wen Jingshu had time to make any expression, the senior brother on the side had already glanced at him with eyes of "I know he is such a person, but I still can't help but want to despise him", and then looked at Wen Jingshu: "People who cultivate immortals often Do some prophetic dreams, but these people are usually powerful people who have advanced to the Jindan Nascent Soul. Jing Shu is still young, and has not drawn Qi into the body. He already has the unique talent of this power, so it can be seen that he is not a person with low talent , there are not a few people with five spiritual roots who will achieve great success in the end, so Jing Shu needn't underestimate himself."

Hua Zhirong was irritable when he heard the brother who used to talk a lot say "Jing Shu", and he, even Wen Jingshu's named master, didn't, didn't, call him so intimately.

The senior seemed to feel the silent anger from the junior, he blinked, and knocked out Yang Ji who was about to open his eyes again: "It's getting late, it's too late for us to rush back now, bring Seeing that Jing Shu is not good at sleeping outside, it is a serious matter to quickly find an inn."

Hua Zhirong looked at the newly recruited registered disciple who was staring at him with his eyes open. He was indeed small and weak, and any monster that came along could be snatched away. It was rare for Jia Siyuan to speak human words, but if It would be better to call Jing Shu so close.

When Wen Jingshu heard what Jia Siyuan said, he hesitated for a second, then stood up, and then realized...he was half a head shorter than Hua Zhirong.

Wen Jingshu: ...

Hua Zhirong didn't think there was anything wrong, he reached out and touched Wen Jingshu's head, took out a master's airs, and nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go."

Wen Jingshu: ...

The situation this time may be a little more difficult than the first world.

Jia Siyuan "tsk tsk" twice, his junior brother is a famous genius, he can win a beautiful woman when he comes out to do a reward task of the sect, but he can only carry this old man, no wonder the master and the old teacher say luck , luck, people with good luck are ahead of others in every aspect.

"Come up." Hua Zhirong took out a long sword from nowhere, the long sword became bigger and bigger, suspended in the air, Hua Zhirong applied a little force, and it landed on the long sword firmly, Then he said to Wen Jingshu who was on the ground.

Wen Jingshu: ...

"I forgot that you haven't drawn Qi into your body yet, tsk, it's really troublesome." Hua Zhirong lowered the sword in disgust, and stretched out a hand. A circle smaller than Hua Zhirong's, Hua Zhirong held Wen Jingshu's hand tightly, Wen Jingshu felt his body lighten, and stood on the long sword in the next second.

I don't know if it was intentional, Hua Zhirong lifted the sword suddenly, Wen Jingshu subconsciously wrapped his arms around Hua Zhirong's waist, and hugged him tightly.

Hua Zhirong's body froze: "Courage, what a coward."

Wen Jingshu said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"Apologize for what, hug, hug tight." Hua Zhirong swallowed, and Wen Jingshu hugged him tightly, his whole back was covered with his warmth, while Jia Siyuan pursed his lips and gave Yang Ji two punches , Yang Ji snorted twice in a coma, and Jia Siyuan disliked it even more, even if he was ugly, his voice was so ugly.

After the real flight, Wen Jingshu looked at the scenery under his feet, and silently hugged Hua Zhirong even tighter. Before Yang Ji was afraid of being discovered, he took Wen Jingshu with him when it was dark , Wen Jingshu couldn't see much in the original body, and it wasn't what he experienced, and he didn't feel deeply. It was really his turn. Wen Jingshu realized that he might need some time to adapt to this world.

Hua Zhirong turned her head and glanced at her "apprentice" secretly, and saw that his lips were pursed, his face was pale and pale, alas, this apprentice is really weak, he has to protect him well in the future, completely forget I saw how teary I was holding my master when I flew with the flying sword for the first time.

Wen Jingshu flew for a while, and gradually got used to it, and found that the air around them seemed to be consciously avoiding them, and when he felt it carefully, it seemed that there was a layer of gas protecting them, so that people could stand safely while flying. On the sword, Wen Jingshu let go of his hand slightly, only to find that he was not moving at all.

Wen Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to let go when Hua Zhirong said, "Do you want to fall?"

Wen Jingshu hugged Huazhirong again, and asked softly, "Will it fall?"

Hua Zhirong stopped talking, whether he will or not, if he does, it doesn't mean that he is not strong enough, if not, what if Wen Jingshu let go again.

Hua Zhirong snorted coldly: "If you hold me tight, I won't die."

When Wen Jingshu saw the expected situation, it was indeed the familiar formula and familiar taste. After thinking about it, he rubbed against Hua Zhirong's back, Hua Zhirong paused, Wen Jingshu didn't need to look at his His face knew that at this moment, it was probably so red that it could bleed.

Wen Jingshu softened his voice on purpose, sounding like a spoiled child: "Yes."

Little Immortal Master Huazhirong received a knowing blow from her named disciple Wen Jingshu.