They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

Relying on his excellent hearing, Mo Nianhuan was listening to the gossip while leaning on the recliner and eating red bean cakes. While eating, he heard a strange sound of yin and yang coming from beside him.

"cough."

"Huh?" Mo Nianhuan swallowed the red bean cake and turned his head: "Shen Yuanyu, are you coughing?"

"Siren has passed away, but he treats me with different meanings. I want to meet him." Shen Yuanyu sat beside Mo Nianhuan, her eyes dim: "It seems that the last Fairy Gate Conference made a lot of 'good friends', But the short acquaintance has a great meaning.”

'Best Friends' and 'Significance' bite especially hard.

Mo Nian laughed out loud, but he choked on the unswallowed red bean cake, bent down and coughed violently.

Shen Yuanyu's face suddenly became gloomy, and she immediately supported Mo Nianhuan to avoid pulling the wound in front of her body. She swiped her index finger and middle finger together in front of Mo Nianhuan's body, and then stretched out her hand and put it in front of Mo Nianhuan's mouth.

Mo Nianhuan couldn't hold back and vomited it out. After he vomited it out, he didn't feel so uncomfortable. He leaned back on the soft chair and heaved a sigh of relief, almost laughing himself to death.

After he was comfortable, he heard Shen Yuanyu standing up beside him, his ears were closed, and he was carefully catching what Shen Yuanyu was going to do. After a while, he heard the sound of water, as if washing his hands.

handwashing?

Mo Nianhuan was slightly startled, and touched the clothes in front of him with his hands, yes, the red bean cakes that he vomited just now did not vomit on him, could it be that Shen Yuanyu carried them for him?

Immediately I was very moved.

He leaned on the armrest of the chair and stood up cautiously, groping his way to Shen Yuanyu's direction.

It is inappropriate for a blind man to walk without a cane. He stumbled over a chair after he had just taken two steps, and he jumped straight forward.

"You are not allowed to talk after eating, otherwise—" Shen Yuanyu wiped her hands clean and turned around when she was suddenly thrown into her arms. She was stunned for a moment and quickly hugged Mo Nianhuan. He frowned: "What are you doing?"

He didn't dare to hug people face to face, for fear of touching Mo Nianhuan's chest wound.

"Huh." Feeling Shen Yuanyu supporting her, Mo Nianhuan showed disgust, "Did you wash your hands?"

Shen Yuanyu: "..." He didn't expect this guy to deliberately walk in front of him and choke him, hearing that the corner of the wall had been irritated once, and now he still despises him.

Letting go of his hand ignored Mo Nianhuan and moved a few steps aside.

That is to say, it was two or three steps away from Mo Nianhuan, and he didn't dare to go far, so he still kept his hands beside Mo Nianhuan just in case.

When Shen Yuanyu let go of his hand, Mo Nianhuan suddenly felt a little dazed. He blinked and raised his hand to touch the front, and carefully explored the way forward with his feet: "You are too stingy, I was just joking, and I didn't mean to dislike you."

The room fell silent.

Mo Nianhuan frowned and tried to concentrate, but there was no fluctuation in his body, he could not feel where Shen Yuanyu was at all.

In Shen Yuanyu's eyes, Mo Nianhuan was wearing a thin coat, standing in the middle of the room, like a lost road, the distance between the two is obviously close, but he can't be seen, he can't find him, he can't even feel it. Can't feel him.

Unbearable sourness welled up in his heart, it was he who caused Mo Nianhuan to become what he is now.

The moment he stretched out his hand, Mo Nianhuan's hand accurately grasped his outstretched hand.

"I thought you were hiding out of anger, but I didn't expect you to be standing in front of me." Mo Nianhuan grabbed Shen Yuanyu's hand and moved closer until he felt the heat source, so he was sure that he heard it right just now, and smiled brightly: "A duplicity man."

As soon as she smiled, Shen Yuanyu pinched her face and cried out in pain.

Seeing that Mo Nianhuan was still able to laugh, Shen Yuanyu's heart ached so much that he had no time to be jealous. What he can do now is to stay by Mo Nianhuan's side all the time, no matter what Mo Nianhuan wants to do, he will accompany him.

I don't want to leave any more regrets.

Mo Nianhuan thought that Shen Yuanyu was jealous of Feng Lanze and was a little angry: "Feng Lanze and I really have nothing to do. When we first met, he spoke in a strange way, so I said a few words to him. Who knows what he said later? I don't even know what he thinks about marrying me."

"I am not angry."

Hearing Shen Yuanyu's tone, Mo Nianhuan decided that the man was angry, and he raised his hand to swear: "Really, I don't like him, although what he said just now was very clever, and he almost guessed my plan, but I don't like him at all."

Shen Yuanyu stared at the well-behaved appearance of the person in front of him who raised his hand to swear, his eyes no longer concealed his feelings, and turned into spring water without reservation, full of enthusiasm.

"Then who do you like?"

"You in front of me."

"Me too."

Mo Nianhuan was embraced by Shen Yuanyu after he finished speaking, he wrapped his arms around Shen Yuanyu's waist, listened to Shen Yuanyu's heart beating like a drum, and touched it with itchy hands.

grabbed a handful,

Nice body.

The short-lived goodness and tenderness were completely destroyed by Mo Nianhuan's grasp, and Shen Yuanyu held Mo Nianhuan's unruly hand.

"Shen Yuanyu, why didn't you punish me?" Mo Nianhuan raised his head and asked with a smile, his smile was full of teasing: "In the sea of ​​consciousness before, you said you would punish me when you saw that my clothes were disheveled, but now I'm molesting you, right? Do you want to be punished more?"

"How did I realize that you are becoming less and less shy now." After Shen Yuanyu finished speaking, she suddenly realized what Mo Nianhuan might say after saying this sentence.

When Mo Nianhuan was talking, he felt a heat on his lips, and the warm breath flowed between his lips, engulfing his breath, and the overwhelming heat made his mind wander in chaos.

As soon as he touched the countless Begonia texts that he had read in his mind, there was a magic fruit stalking in his belly before, and now there is the lure of Shen Yuanyu, and there is only a few days left to be desperate.

Now that it's all like this, dragging a broken body, and being a ghost under the peony flowers is also romantic, at worst, let Shen Yuanyu be lighter, wouldn't it be fine?

Shen Yuanyu caught Mo Nianhuan's emotion, hesitated slightly between his brows, and was just about to tell Mo Nianhuan that it was impossible now when a fine warmth fell on his neck.

One by one, gentle and lingering, filled with infinite softness, crushing his patience.

"……just one time."

Shen Yuanyu met Mo Nianhuan with downcast eyes, but these invisible peach blossom eyes were full of watery light, the end of the eyes were flushed by emotion, and it also made the pale face even whiter, so fragile that it would shatter when pinched.

No matter how reluctant he is, how can he refuse to obey when his sweetheart acts like a baby.

Beside the bed, the curtains with layers of auspicious cloud textures were slightly moved, and the muffled groans mixed with sobbing were completely hidden in the layers of the bed curtains.

"...No, you have to play like this." Mo Nianhuan sobbed, "You have to cover my eyes with your hairband."

Shen Yuanyu reached out to untie the white silk headband tied behind her head, and lightly tied Mo Nianhuan's eyes.

Sanqian's white hair was disheveled, and the masked beautiful face was glowing with imaginative blush, leaving behind bright red lips, and the sense of fragility was vividly covered under the cover of the hairband.

The hair band was instantly soaked with tears.

"And then?" Shen Yuanyu's deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears, and the slightly trembling ending seemed to be forbeared to the extreme.

"Then you are a bandit and I am the official young master who was captured by you."

Shen Yuanyu laughed out loud when she heard the young butler: "Would you like to play the scene between the oiran and the young butler later?"

"That is to have a second time, you are so kind to me.",

Shen Yuanyu's eyes darkened, his mouth was really chattering, no matter what, he couldn't be spared.

In the early morning, there was constant shouting and selling on the street, and the Immortal Gate Conference was about to bring many outsiders to Fenglin City.

"Boss, I want three buns."

The owner in front of the steamed stuffed bun stand wore a straw hat and lowered his head so that people could not see clearly. He only raised his head when he heard someone wanting to buy steamed stuffed buns. After all, those who could see him were dying people.Just when his eyes fell on the elder brother who was wearing a moon blue brocade robe and holding a feather fan in front of him, this appearance, this figure...

In a trance, that vague shadow appeared in his mind again, if they hadn't died, wouldn't they be so handsome.

Then he found a nameplate on the son's girdle with the words 'Phoenix Feather Palace' written on it, so he picked up a paper bag and quickly packed three for him.

Ouch, this dying person is actually a member of the five sects of the Immortal Sect, what the ghost master ordered has come to fruition!

I felt that it was not enough, so I added three more. After all, there is something to ask for.

"What does this mean?" Feng Lanze was a little puzzled when he saw that the boss had given him six buns.

"For you, no money."

Feng Lanze was very suspicious, and when the steamed stuffed bun owner raised his head, the face under the straw hat made him stunned.

It didn't look like a human face at all, it was clearly the appearance of a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his complexion was blue and black, as if he had been poisoned.If you look closely, you will find that this person's hands are also blue and black, but they don't look like the hands of a street vendor doing small business and rough work.

Smooth and flawless, like a young master.

"Why did you give it to me?" Feng Lanze had never seen such a person before, and asked interestingly, "Are you... suffering from a serious illness?"

Hei Wuchang: "..." Not angry, there is such an impolite person who says that he is suffering from a serious disease as soon as he meets him. These immortal people are really 'polite', he lowered his head pretending to be sad , Said the words that had been thought up a long time ago: "I... I just think that you look very similar to my lost brother, so I want to give you steamed stuffed buns."

Feng Lanze wanted to continue to understand when he heard that, after all, idleness is idleness, and instead of going back and messing with those old guys about righteous or unrighteous ways, it's better to have fun.

Crossing the wide avenue of idle passers-by, the two walked into a narrow alley.

Hei Wuchang carried a pole on his shoulders, and the baskets hung on both ends were full of steaming steamed buns. He put down the poles and baskets, sat on the steps in front of a dilapidated house, then patted the seat beside him, and looked up at Phoenix. Lan Ze: "Brother, sit down."

Feng Lanze thought that this kid suffering from a serious illness was quite interesting, so he didn't mind being dirty and sat down: "Why, you gave me the bun just to see if I look like your brother?"

That's not because they look alike.

Hei Wuchang murmured in his heart, and quietly raised his eyes again, just in time to bump into Feng Lanze's smiling eyes, as if he had caught something bad, but he was not as guilty as in the past, but straight-on He stared intently at the man in front of him.

He was born extremely good-looking, his temples were cut like knives, and his eyebrows were painted like ink. He looked like a nobleman. What he stared at in a daze was these smiling eyes. The long and narrow phoenix eyes seemed to be full of affection, but in fact he was a person who was not easy to show mercy. Once he showed mercy That is affectionate drowning people.

It is a pair of eyes that are exactly the same as Bai Wuchang.

Feng Lanze had never been stared at like this before, so he raised the feather fan in his hand and tapped him on the head: "I'm back to my senses."

Hei Wuchang immediately came back to his senses, and he smiled awkwardly at Feng Lanze: "Brother, I'm sorry, your eyes are very similar to my brother's, and you also have such slender, long and passionate eyes." He lowered his head and sighed He sighed: "But I have been to so many places, but I can't find any trace of him, so I came to Fenglin City. I heard that the Fairy Gate Conference is coming soon. I may not know if there are many people here. I can ask if anyone has seen him. Where is my brother?"

Feng Lanze suddenly understood, and fanned leisurely again: "So you came here to find your brother." His lowered eyes fell on the back of his hand: "Then what do you usually do to make a living? What do you say? You have traveled so many places, so you have traveled a lot, right?"

"It's just selling a steamed stuffed bun, helping others to carry some rice grains and so on. It's all rough work."

"Oh, so." Feng Lanze raised his tone: "Then how are you going to find it now?"

Hei Wuchang finally got to the point, he grabbed Feng Lanze's hand excitedly: "Brother, do you still need a younger brother? Take me to the Fairy Gate Conference, I think my brother will definitely be in this Fairy Gate Conference!"

Feng Lanze had a half-smile that was not a smile, and after playing for a long time with feelings that he wanted to go to the fairy gate meeting by himself, he chuckled lightly, and tapped Hei Wuchang's hand with his feather fan.

"You said that you traveled to many places and did rough work, but the back of your hand is so smooth that you can't tell if your fingers didn't touch the spring water." As he spoke, he ran across the back of Hei Wuchang's hand with the top of the feather fan, Full of playful meaning.

Hei Wuchang was so frightened that he withdrew his hand, he didn't expect this man to be so smart that he saw through his plan!He thought his plan was perfect!

The next moment, the feather fan held by Feng Lanze was placed on his neck.

This beautiful lupine is like a sharp saber right now, it can kill him with just a slight movement.

Although he was already a ghost, there was no need to be killed again.

"Who are you? Why do you want to enter the Fairy Gate Conference with your skin this color, full of lies and no connections?" Feng Lanze's tone was stern, and there was still the flirtatiousness of the flirtatious young man just now: "You know me?" Did you come close to me on purpose?"

Hei Wuchang didn't move, he pointed to the nameplate on Feng Lanze's waist with a stiff finger: "Don't you just hang it here, Fengyu Palace, you don't need to know it to see it."

Feng Lanze frowned: "Then who are you?"

"My younger brother is abrupt, and I hope Palace Master Feng will be merciful."

At this moment, a white figure appeared at the end of the alley, and the gentle and elegant voice came like a spring breeze.

Feng Lanze looked up and saw a handsome man in a white robe and a tall hat. When he saw the strange complexion, he showed a suspicious expression: "You know me?"

It's really weird.

Seeing Bai Wuchang, Hei Wuchang immediately pushed Feng Lanze away and ran over, his eyes lit up: "Brother, you finally came to save me! I was terrified!"

Feng Lanze: "..."

Bai Wuchang ruthlessly pushed the idiot Hei Wuchang away, bowed his head slightly to Feng Lanze, as gentle as jade: "We have no intention of disturbing Palace Master Feng, but we do have a request for you."

"Who are you?" Feng Lanze asked.

Bai Wuchang smiled: "I'm Xie Bi'an, my naughty brother Fan Wujiu."

Feng Lanze couldn't believe it, the hand holding the fan trembled: "You are Bai Wuchang?!"

According to the rumors, anyone who can see black and white is impermanent, so he...

Bai Wuchang nodded and said, "I'm right here."

Hei Wuchang also waved his hand excitedly: "I am Hei Wuchang!"

Feng Lanze: "..." This is not a happy thing.

He is also planning to show off his skills at the Xianmen Conference.

I knew in advance that I was going to die and I didn't know whether to cry or not.