Love rival bows down to me [Quick Transmigration]

"As for what I want to do? If you can do me a little favor, I will explain it to you later." Xu Zhixian stretched out his index finger and thumb in a "little bit" gesture.

Ying Xiaoyu smiled sarcastically, feeling that Xu Zhixian doesn't know how to flatter her, who is at a disadvantage now, who still doesn't know the situation, and dares to negotiate terms with her.

It doesn't matter, Ying's laughter is generous, let's listen to what this person said.

Ying Xiaoyu pushed down Xu Zhixian's shoulders, pushed the person down on the couch, tore off Xu Zhixian's loose belt, tied her wrists, and tied the other end to the bedpost.

Red Luo Fudou tent, with a sachet hanging from the four corners.

The gorgeous curtains hung down, looming over Xu Zhi's delicate and beautiful face.A low-pitched sneer floated in from the layers of red robes, Xu Zhixian rubbed his chest, a little nervous.

She couldn't tell what she was nervous about.It should be the emotion of fear.

Ying Xiaoyu leaned over Xu Zhixian's body, blocking the complicated pattern on the top of the bed, and covering Xu Zhixian's blurred eyes clearly.

She grabbed Xu Zhixian's collar and sarcastically said, "Is our surname Ying so easy to deceive?"

"That's all for the supreme and hypocritical king to lie to us, even you, an ignorant child, to lie to us?"

"Ying Huansheng is kind and willing to let you go, but I don't want to."

Ying Xiaoyu's eyes were dyed thin red, which made the crimson lip blush on the pinna even more gorgeous.

Xu Zhi simply gave up the unnecessary resistance, put his free arm under the back of his head, and asked with a smile, "What can you do to me?"

"You demon girl, you are used to playing tricks to seduce people's hearts. I was swayed by your few words before. The relationship between our sisters does not allow you, an outsider, to put your beak at will," Ying Xiaoyu clamped her chin, and said ruthlessly, "You give yourself Setting up so many camouflages, what exactly are you hiding?"

"Which is the reason for my few words? It's just that you don't trust the cheers enough. What? Put the blame on me, and you can get rid of all ties."

"You are so great, Ying Xiaoyu." The tone was full of sarcasm, and Xu Zhixian almost clapped his hands in praise.

"I can't deny that I will be bewitched by your simple clothes at certain moments, but I am now convinced that you have no affection for the cheers."

Ying Xiaoyu raised her upper body, looked at Xu Zhixian coldly and said.

Just casually probing, wouldn't this person's bad temper be completely exposed?

How can someone pretend to be so innocent and weak on the surface, isn't he playing tricks with his lips?

Xu Zhixian's thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was still apprehensive at her moody response, who knew if a plain and ordinary sentence would be followed by a snow blade?

But she is still betting, betting on her understanding of the jokes in the past few days, even though her hands are stained with blood, she is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

Around the bed, the strange fragrance became more and more intense, making Xu Zhixian flustered for no reason.

Ying Xiao's hand grabbing her collar gradually lost strength, and his piercing eyes gradually became chaotic.She tilted her head and fell on Xu Zhixian's chest.

The heartbeat was dull, and it was hard to tell who it was.

Xu Zhixian caught a glimpse of a pair of black boots through the lower end of the fluttering gauze, and the boots were covered with cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread.

Xuanyi and wide sleeves were unlike anyone she had ever met in Gunzhou.

The author has something to say: "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast": Red Luo Fudou tent, four corners hanging sachet.

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Xu Zhixian looked up along the hem of the fluttering gown, but only saw the bright red lips and a pair of cold and prey phoenix eyes.

And a divine beast embroidered on the front, accompanied by Xiawu, has no feet and can fly. It is a snake.

"I'm here to pick you up, Axuan."

A deep and calm man's voice seeped in through the layers of veils, vaguely revealing a bit of the unique clarity of a teenager.

Ah Xuan?Who is A Xuan?

Xu Zhixian thought in a daze, but the tiger's mouth was clenched tightly, but restrained with a trace of pity.

The five fingers were as smooth and warm as flawless jade, and the black-haired man with the golden crown smiled at her.

He gently untied the belt that bound her, and carefully hugged her with his arms around her legs.

Xu Zhixian tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see him clearly.

The strange man begged, "Ah Xuan, close your eyes, please don't look at me, okay?"

"You... who are you?"

The man clearly has an extraordinary bearing, and is also born with a romantic charm, so what is there to be ashamed of?

"I'm your second brother." The man in black gave a very low chuckle, which also seemed to be a helpless sigh.

Second brother...

Xu Zhixian murmured at a loss: "I've never seen you, I don't know you."

The man was angry and impatient, the cinnabar on the brow was bright red, his eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Zhao Li, don't forget."

"Did that person bully you? The second brother will avenge you." The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, Zhao Li's eyes were dark, and a cold murderous aura emanated from his body.

Xu Zhixian moved.

The man regained his momentum in an instant, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I scared you."

He put the fainted Xu Zhixian on the recliner.Only then did Shi Shiran draw out the soft sword at his waist, and walked towards Ying Xiaoyu on the bed step by step.

"In the last life, you caused me to fall into hell and suffer all kinds of torture; you caused me to be separated from Zhao Zhixuan. In this life, I want you to pay with your life."

"Keng--"

The two cold weapons were handed over.

Ying Xiaoyu asked the same question as Xu Zhixian: "Zhao is the surname of the country, and your appearance... who are you?"

Zhao Li raised the corners of his lips ironically, and he clenched his fist to wipe away the blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, "He is the one who wants to kill you!"

The long knife was a few inches closer to the skin of Zhao Li's side neck, and a trail of blood snaked down, flowing along the white jade-like skin into the depths of the neckline.

"Speak or not?" Ying Xiaoyu asked coldly.

She was actually holding on, Mixiang was pouring down hard, and it was obviously too late when she found out.

As soon as you exercise your skills, the flow of blood will speed up the speed of the drug's diffusion.

As for being naturally sensitive to murderous intent, the conversation between Zhao Li and Xu Zhixian procrastinated for a while, which allowed her to recover a little bit for the time being.

Zhao Li understood that Ying Xiaoyu was holding on, because the long knife was sharp, but it was a pity that the knife wielder was not strong enough, otherwise he would have cut off half of his head.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Ying Xiaoyu fainted completely.

He counted secretly in his heart, the knuckles that were stretched into the wide sleeves had already been pinched with poisonous needles.

Just as the momentum was ready to go, a hurried whistle sounded outside the room.

Zhao Li's gaze suddenly became dazed, as if thousands of ants were eating at his mind.

The pain distorted his entire face, he hunched over, clutched his heart tightly, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

There was a commotion outside, the flames soared into the sky, and the footsteps were chaotic.

Zhao Li endured the pain, took out two black pills from the clothes on his chest as usual, and stuffed them into his mouth, which relieved a little discomfort.

But it still seems to be scratching the surface.

He knew that if he didn't follow that person's wishes, there would be no benefit at all.

Pushing open the window, she looked back at "Zhao Zhixuan", her eyes were deep, her chest seemed to be clogged with thousands of words.

He flew out of the window.

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outside.

The sound of the flute is intermittent, sad and joyful, tactful and gloomy, like weeping and complaining.

The walking corpses gathered into a large army and rushed towards the prefect's office with a purpose.

Standing on the highest bell tower, Ying Huansheng can see everything in a glance and stare at thousands of miles.

She was dressed in bright white clothes, and she was shaking her folding fan.The eyebrows are locked in Qingqiu, melancholy and bleak.

There are two garrisons on the bell tower.

One of them held a huge crimson battle flag in both hands, his thick arms were covered with strong muscles, and he waved the flag wildly; walking dead.

The military formation has been rehearsed before, the universe is changing, Zhenxun is defending, Kanli is attacking, and Gendui is resting.

Every soldier's face is solemn and solemn, and they are ready for battle.

"Today, fight against the enemy with a heart that must die, and use my blood to learn the strength of my heart. Life cannot be the same generation as thousands of people, but only death can be the same. Mountain and river gods do not protect us, we should be self-reliant."

Tears welled up in their eyes, and the hands holding the spears and sharp swords trembled unconsciously.

Among the sea of ​​corpses that poured in, there were many former best friends, comrades who fought side by side, and even dear and respected parents and beloved lovers.

I have already lost a lot, how can I bear to lose more.Once the home is gone, everything is really gone.

So they can't back down, they can't retreat, they can only rush forward without hesitation.

The dark clouds gradually covered the brilliance of the bright moon, and the biggest bell in Gunzhou rang, and the sea of ​​corpses came rolling in like black waves, unstoppable.

In the hearts of the soldiers, the heroism suddenly overwhelmed the sadness, and they regarded death as home——

Just because behind him is the person they swore to protect.

Even the two attendants, Bianzhi and Bianye, were red-eyed.I don't know if it's because of empathy with this extremely tragic scene or because of the infection of blood.

Possibly, both.

They fought one after another, even though the blades were blunt and the spears were broken, everyone fought to the last moment.

The air is full of deep and thick blood gas and disgusting burnt smell.

The bright moon seemed to be blood-stained, and it also turned blood red.

The sky was dim, and thousands of households closed their doors. After one night, this place was like a dead city.

There was neither sadness nor joy on Ying Huan's voice, only sporadic pity in his eyes.

and sulk at his own incompetence.

I have read so many books, learned so many strategies, prepared for so long, and rehearsed various formations for days.

But what's the use?

Everything runs counter to this terrible and evil world, and all-out efforts to fight are only in vain.

Huan Sheng hate.

But helpless and powerless, he had to humblely compromise.