Reverse strategy by white cut black male lead [Transmigration Book]

In the dead of night, the moon-accompanying wind chime unique to Ji Yao City was jingling in the corner of the house by the breeze.

The Fox Demon Pavilion is open day and night. In order to ensure that the guests will not be disturbed, each room is decorated with this moon-accompanied wind chime, which is blown by Xiaoer every half an hour with spiritual power to imitate the wind.

Lu Hanzhou originally thought that he would be forced to sleep with Jiang Ningzhuo, and resisted extremely, but after entering the door, he found that the first-class room was rich and spacious, and even the bed could sleep more than two people.

Jiang Ningzhuo said it was for the sake of safety. He was not as strong as him, so it was difficult to refuse...

So the mouse demon helped to find a veil and split it in two from the middle of the bed to cover it.

After confirming that he really would not meet or see the person next to him, Lu Hanzhou reluctantly fell asleep under the influence of Guolu.

But Jiang Ningzhuo beside him stayed up all night.

He has stared at the half-moon wind chime and rang six times.

At this time, Jiang Ningzhuo seemed to be very relaxed lying on the bed with his arms under his head, but inside he was tortured by memories like ants.

The flames in his memory overlapped with the hot feeling on his body, making him sweat a little.

The few times that Shi Shi was in the room before, he got a rare good sleep, but this time it was quite an exception.

After thinking twice, he tentatively moved a little towards Lu Hanzhou.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond at all, he turned a little further until his fingers touched Eleven's fingers through the veil.

Sure enough, the involuntary irritability and anxiety dissipated in an instant like an ebbing tide.

But just when he was happily planning to seize the time to sleep, the moonlight reflected on the veil flashed an afterimage.Although it was fleeting, it was still captured by Jiang Ningzhuo.

"Squeak--" "Squeak--"

Jiang Ning Scorching Wolf's ears moved, and caught this subtle sound.

From the very beginning, he felt that the room was unusually quiet.

He condensed a bit of spiritual power between his fingers and ran towards Lu Hanzhou, trying to wake him up with a passing spell, "Eleventh, eleventh, wake up, something is wrong!"

But as soon as his hand touched Lu Hanzhou's wrist, he found that his body temperature was astonishingly high.The word that spread out also fell into the sea, and did not get the slightest response.

There was a crackling sound of climbing on the wooden board, Jiang Ningzhuo was lying on the spot, when the sound was close at hand, he turned over and stomped hard on the floor!

When I looked down, it was a mouse!

The mouse died immediately at Jiang Ningzhuo's feet, but he was like a bait thrown out, and in the surrounding darkness, more red pupils rushed to appear.

The rat's cry instantly flooded the entire room.

……

Lu Hanzhou once again stood in front of the wooden building in the hallucination created by the entry gate. This time he knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up after struggling.

It was as if something held him down in this disaster, and he was forced to listen to the wailing of all beings.

He also saw clearly the three words engraved with cinnabar on the stone tablet: Taohuamen.

The soaring spiritual fire once again swept through all the buildings and the two middle-aged men at the door, and the scorching heat of the heat wave fell on Lu Hanzhou's face.

He could smell meat being cooked.

This time he was not inexplicably stuck in place, and ran towards the two middle-aged men on the edge of the flames.

Perhaps affected by this body, Lu Hanzhou blurted out: "Father, mother! Run!"

But it was useless, when he ran towards them looking at their sad faces, the tongue of fire was one step ahead of him again.

Huge sadness welled up from the bottom of his heart, Lu Hanzhou knelt on the spot, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

Again he couldn't stop it.

Above the ruins, that black shadow appeared again.This time, after enduring the pain of growing horns, he stood up slowly, turned around and walked towards Lu Hanzhou.

After seeing his face, Lu Hanzhou got goosebumps all over his body—he actually looks exactly like himself!

In other words, he was actually Lu Hanzhou at that time.

His footsteps were vain, and there was not a single piece of intact skin on his body. Blood dripped down the corners of his lips, and his eyes were filled with despair.

Even though he knew, Lu Hanzhou still couldn't hold back his mouth, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

"Lu Hanzhou" stepped aside, grabbed his throat and lifted him up, laughing wildly, "Who am I? Lu Hanzhou, it's been three years! It's been three years since they died in vain! Are you happy? "

"I'm not Lu Hanzhou!"

Lu Hanzhou struggled hard and couldn't break free. He felt that his spiritual power was gradually dissipating and even lacked oxygen. In desperation, his desire to survive made him bite the hand on his neck.

But regardless of the wound, the other party tightened his hand and repeated incoherently: "It's me, Lu Hanzhou."

The world in front of him was getting darker and darker, and Lu Hanzhou was coerced by the feeling of falling into the abyss.

……

"Excuse me, officer!" the rat demon begged for mercy.

He leaned against the wall and looked at the sharp sword on his neck, his hands clasped his head and legs and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Jiang Ningzhuo turned slightly, and the cold light of Wo Yejian flashed across the face of the rat demon.

At this time, the house was already full of spirit skeletons, and half of all the mice transformed by the mouse demon failed to survive, let alone approach the warm tent and soft bed.

Nearly a thousand phantoms all died under Jiang Ning's scorching sword.

Seeing that the mouse demon was still looking at the sleeping Lu Hanzhou, Jiang Ningzhuo unceremoniously swiped the Wo Ye sword across his neck.

Blood trickled down the wound.

The rat demon had already seen the tragedy of making a sound and Jiang Ningzhuo's ruthlessness, even though he was in extreme pain, he covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, tremblingly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, I won't look at it again..."

Jiang Ning raised his eyebrows slightly, his indifferent face completely lost the usual gentleness, and he said with restraint: "Say, what are you doing here, and what does the fox demon mean?"

From the moment he stepped into the Fox Demon Memory Pavilion, he knew that the mouse demon was lying.And his attention was always focused on Eleven intentionally or unintentionally.

This is why Jiang Ningzhuo asked for a room to rest.

It's just that the mouse demon was so impatient, and his sneaky ability was not good enough, so he was caught on the spot.

"I, everyone has a lustful heart, I just want to see that young master is good-looking, and think..."

"what!!!!!!"

Before the rat demon finished speaking, Wo Yejian pierced his throat again.

While sobbing, the mouse demon saw Jiang Ningzhuo's violent face. He wanted to cover up for the boss lightly, but he didn't know which words offended the Buddha.

He was completely speechless, the sound of the sharp sword cutting through his flesh tormented his nerves.

After a while, he completely lost his anger.All the skeletons in the house dissipated together with the mouse demon itself.

Jiang Ningzhuo put the sword into the sheath, his clenched fist couldn't help shaking, staring at the place where his spirit remains scattered for a long time, and said indifferently: "You deserve it too?"

He tried his best to control his emotions, and it was not until the Moon Accompanying Wind Chime was blown again that he finally came back to his senses.

There was some movement on the bed and the quilt was kicked off. Jiang Ningzhuo put away the Wo Yejian and walked over to take a look, startled.

Lu Hanzhou lay down with his clothes on, his clothes were soaked with sweat.He kept murmuring, "Hot..."

"Where is it hot?"

Jiang Ningzhuo lowered his voice to wake him up, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, a hand slipped through his fingers and intertwined his fingers firmly.

His whole being was nailed in place by the movement.

Lu Hanzhou's voice was sticky and aggrieved, "Master...hot..."