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

Is this because of drinking?

Jiang Ningzhuo felt that he was holding a ball of flames. This feeling was very subtle. He was obviously afraid of fire, but at this moment he became dependent and didn't want to let go.

The irritability of beheading the rat demon was inexplicably calmed down by Lu Hanzhou's coquettish ravings. He slowed down his voice and asked, "Master, what? Where is it hot?"

Lu Hanzhou's slender fingers didn't have much strength, but he clasped his hand with all his strength and refused to let go.

Those faded thoughts were forced to come back to his mind, Jiang Ningzhuo frowned and tried his best to suppress them.Reminding myself: "Be sober, Jiang Ningzhuo."

He lifted the corner of his white clothes to wipe off the splattered blood of the rat demon on his hands, and moved closer to hear Lu Hanzhou's words clearly.

Sweat flooded Lu Hanzhou, his brows were knit together, and all the broken hair on his forehead stuck to the mask. Jiang Ningzhuo's approach eased his condition, but he still didn't wake up.

He seemed to have run out of strength to speak.

This situation is actually very bad, this is a state of confusion, and it is completely unknown what danger will happen in the next moment.

"Eleven, eleven!"

Jiang Ningzhuo called a few times in a hurry, and tried to send some spirit energy to him, but it didn't work.Even his usually cold hands were warmed by the temperature passed by Lu Hanzhou.

Seeing that Lu Hanzhou didn't respond, he yelled out of desperation: "Hanzhou!"

These two words seem to have some magical power.

Lu Hanzhou, who was indulging in dreams, seemed to grab a straw, "Hmm..."

Jiang Ningzhuo's heartbeat was out of control for an instant.

Is he okay?Did he answer?This is not an illusion!

The strings in his skull seemed to snap, looking at the familiar corner of the mouth covered by the mask, Jiang Ningzhuo concentrated some spiritual power in his palm, and stretched out his hand towards his mask dully.

The big hand covered the dark red gilt mask, but no matter what method was used - it couldn't be taken off.

Jiang Ningzhuo suddenly remembered that Eleven had said that the mask was given by Master.

Just when he was in a hurry, Lu Hanzhou slightly turned his head away from his hand, "Hot, ears..."

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Ningzhuo realized that he was breathing surprisingly fast, and his left hand also had a red mark on the back of Lu Hanzhou's white hand.

He panicked and said, "Ear?"

If Jiang Chen was present at this time, he would definitely try his best to complain about the way their suzerain was in a hurry.

Jiang Ningzhuo recited the Qingxin Mantra twice to force himself to calm down.

Either way, yes or no.

His eyes focused on Lu Hanzhou's ears, and the earrings made of thorn flowers shone brightly under the moonlight, making the ears even redder.

Eleven once turned into a cat while he was sleeping and slapped him hard on the face, so it shouldn't be too much for him to pinch his earlobe now.

This is called coming and going.

With such a psychological construction, Jiang Ningzhuo reached out and brushed away the broken hair around his ear, and pinched the red earlobe with his warm fingertips.

He had long wanted to do it.

This pinch made the rabbit ears of Lu Hanzhou's demon body shrug, and his whole face rubbed against Jiang Ningzhuo's hand, greedy for the coldness.

He is like an octopus now, with Jiang Ningzhuo wrapped all over his body.

The wind chime with the moon rang again, and Jiang Ningzhuo finally noticed something was wrong this time, the time interval between the ringing was different.

A window in the house was not open, but a few cool winds passed through, mixed with a smell of rouge and vulgar powder.

Lu Hanzhou murmured continuously, and finally said, "It hurts..."

Jiang Ningzhuo had no idea how much strength he had exerted on the environment just now, but when he came back to his senses, Lu Hanzhou frowned in pain.

"sorry."

He rubbed it lightly, and subconsciously remembered what Eleven said last time, "It won't hurt if you blow it on", and leaned over to his ear.

Lu Hanzhou was trapped in a nightmare, and felt a cool wind passing by his ears, so he stretched out his hand and pushed hard unconsciously.

The warm breath hit Jiang Ningzhuo's pinnae, and reddened along the contact point all the way to the base of his neck.

At this moment, he leaned over and hung in the air on Lu Hanzhou's body, his good temper disappeared for a moment after being pushed, and he let out a "tsk".

Looking down at the corner of Lu Hanzhou's mouth, his pupils moved slightly, and he threatened in a deep voice: "Eleven, if you don't wake up, I will bite you."

The demon body he transformed into in a perplexed state is a wolf, and it is the wolf's nature to bite, not to mention facing a comatose little white rabbit?

But as soon as the words fell, a biting cold killing intent climbed up from Jiang Ningzhuo's back.

Jiang Ningzhuo has been unhappy since he stepped into the Fox Demon Pavilion at sunset. Before, there was a rat demon who was ignorant of current affairs, and then this man hiding in the gutter snooped and interrupted him, which made him irritable.

The Wo Ye sword came out with a "buzz", and slashed fiercely across the middle of the room!

That is the cursed wall of each room, used to isolate the noise from the outside world, and now it is all destroyed by this sword.

The expected noise did not come in, but it was even quieter than before.

Jiang Ningzhuo got up and went out to look downstairs, the Hu Yao Yi Pavilion where people came and went was empty at this time.The tables, chairs and benches on the first floor were tilted here and there, covered with a thick layer of dust and fallen leaves. The door was open, but no one seemed to have come.

The prosperity is gone forever, but the cloud curtain in the center is still standing there.It's just dark and nothing is revealed.

Spiritual power spread out.

But apart from the sleepy Baizhe Kun beast in the next room and the unconscious little white rabbit, Jiang Ningzhuo didn't feel any other presence in this building.

The Fox Demon Memory Pavilion does not distinguish between day and night, and there should be no one else who can conjure up such a lonely scene and hide in it, except for the shopkeeper.

Let's see who can bear it.

Jiang Ningzhuo pretended not to know, went back to the room and closed the door and sat next to Lu Hanzhou again.

He shook Lu Hanzhou's hand again.

But just as he was about to restore the interlocking fingers just now, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The pair of dark red pupils were sharp, and their eyes moved stiffly to Jiang Ningzhuo's raised hand, obviously asking.

Jiang Ningzhuo didn't expect him to wake up, and his movements were a little awkward at this moment, so he had to gently put down Lu Hanzhou's hand, and changed the subject: "Eleventh, you're awake."

Lu Hanzhou had just recovered from the suffocating feeling of dying, and he felt a gentle force appearing in his ears just now.

If it weren't for the phrase "Hanzhou" that appeared in time in the dream, he might really be strangled to death by "Lu Hanzhou".

Seeing his gentle gaze, Jiang Ningzhuo interrupted and explained: "Actually, I didn't..."

In the middle of the conversation, Lu Hanzhou sat up straight from the bed, instantly shortened the distance with Jiang Ningzhuo, and almost put his face on his shoulder.

A finger fell on Jiang Ning's burning lips, with a little high temperature.

"Hush." ​​Lu Hanzhou approached his ear and said word by word: "Yes, demon, qi."

A certain Fengzong suzerain with wolf ears, a decent Gaoling flower who is calm and unruffled, was made stiff by a sudden movement.

Lu Hanzhou, as the owner of the Wanxiang Pavilion, has long been familiar with monsters from all walks of life in the world.Maybe there is some way to make their spiritual power temporarily lose the possibility of being perceived, but that monster smell is engraved in their bones and can never be dispelled.

He continued to sniff gently next to Jiang Ningzhuo's ear to confirm his judgment, completely unaware that a wolf claw was slowly wrapped around his waist.

Just when the hand was about to fall, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "squeak".

A fishy wind slipped in.