Waiting for the protagonist to cry today [Quick Transmigration]

There was still a month left for the appointment, and Jian Yunqiao didn't know if Wen Renli would be able to recover in a month's time, but what he knew was that compared to his worries, Wen Renli seemed much more relaxed.

He even had the mood to take a knife and cut off the flesh of the monsters he had killed.

Although he is small and looks short, his strength should not be underestimated. The monster's body has hard armor, which is extremely difficult to be cut, but Wen Renli still bathed in blood and kissed with ease. hand.

Jian Yunqiao stood aside and asked, "Your Majesty, would you like to eat this tonight?"

"These are terrible." Wenren replied without raising his head. There was a violent aura all over him. He was obviously only a child, but it made people feel shuddering. He hung his head, wearing black clothes and monsters. The black blood mixed together, making people tremble.

The attendant behind him suddenly took a step forward: "Master, I will send you back."

The system said: "Qiaoqiu, Wen Renli's state is very wrong, he should have entered a manic period."

Manic period?Jian Yunqiao suddenly remembered that Wen Renli who killed so many people that night was also because of the manic period, why did this happen.

Wen Renli's hearing is better than human imagination. He suddenly raised his head and stood up from the monster. His blood-red eyes were terribly bright, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. It was a kind of chill.

"Take him away."

The trees are towering, the sun can't penetrate, Wenren Li disappeared out of nowhere in the gloomy forest, there are some monsters roaring from time to time around, there is a bloody smell here, Wenren Li just now is not for eating, but for eating Consume the mania in your heart.

Perhaps, he didn't come out to hunt at all, but just didn't want to kill in front of his face.

Jian Yunqiao looked at the row of attendants behind him, he turned to face the chief attendant, and asked, "Where did your majesty go?"

The chief attendant had some respect for Jian Yunqiao, and he replied: "Master, you can rest assured that there is no creature in this forest that can hurt Your Majesty, not even a young Majesty."

This is a firm tone. The demons have always worshiped power the most. They don't look at character or whether they have the talent to govern the world. They only recognize power, and only noble power is qualified to be king.

Jian Yunqiao felt that something was wrong with Wen Renli, and he had to do something.

So he obediently cooperated with the attendants to go back, and as soon as the attendants retreated, Jian Yunqiao jumped out of the window, and when he landed below, the palace was surrounded by patrolling guards.

"System, are you reliable?"

"Qiaoqiu, you are insulting me. I told you that this invisibility potion is safe."

Jian Yunqiao reluctantly believed in his evil, and he jumped up and left the palace lightly using his strength. He could still use the ability of the reborn angel. Although he didn't know why, other demons couldn't detect that he was not a demon, but Jian Yunqiao at this moment Still very grateful for the power of this angel.

The holy light of the angel is his best protection. Walking in the forest, the plants will sense the breath of the angel and guide him to Wen Renli.

The more you go inside, the darker it gets, and the closer you get to Wen Renli, the more corpses and blood of monsters on the road, the grass is splashed everywhere, this is not a forest, but a slaughterhouse, Wen Renli walks Killing all the way, it seems that he is not walking on the path of the forest but the road to hell, the road to hell stained red with blood.

Shocking, some of the corpses of monsters died tragically, and some were killed by a single blow. Wen Renli was purely killing, as if he was killing just for the sake of killing.

There were some sounds not far away, as well as the roar of monsters. The whole land seemed to tremble, and some plants shrank uncomfortably, as if reminding Jian Yunqiao not to go any further.

Jian Yunqiao sighed, he had to find a way to save everyone, as for what method should be, he would always think of it.

After crossing layers of ravines and trees, Jian Yunqiao finally found Wenren Li standing among the rocks. The man was dressed in black clothes that were almost stained red. He was sitting on the rock with his legs slightly bent and his hands on his knees. On the table, sitting with his back straight, with his head down, he didn't know what he was thinking.

There were many corpses of monsters under him. Jian Yunqiao stood not far away. He watched this scene, and then softly called: "Your Majesty?"

Wen Renli raised his head and looked over from a distance, his face was unclear, but he didn't move, Jian Yunqiao jumped to Wen Renli's side, and heard the man ask: "Didn't you stay in the palace? "

Jian Yunqiao said, "I'm worried about you."

The child's body is so small, and he has a baby-fat face. He squinted his eyes, and then smiled with his lips curled up: "Remember to change you into a husband."

Still remembering this at this time, Jian Yunqiao followed him: "Okay, I'm worried about my husband."

Wen Renli seemed satisfied, his red eyes were as clean as rubies, he tilted his head and said, "To reward you, I will show you my real shape for my husband."

The voice falls

The child on the spot disappeared, the stone was overturned, and a sound came from the midair. When Jian Yunqiao raised his head, he saw a giant python in the air. The giant python looked very frightening. He had white hair The scales are about three or four inches wide, but there are two horns on the forehead, which are similar in shape to the dragon horns but smaller. There are four rhombus-shaped red marks on his forehead, and his two eyes are red and a bit seductive. The anger makes people dare not look directly.

The snake spit out the red letter, moved its tail behind it, and slowly swam over. Its body was so oppressive that a normal person would be frightened crazy, but in fact Jian Yunqiao was similar.

But the original form of the previous emperor was a black dragon. After being scared a few times, he got used to it a lot. Now that he saw this white python, he didn't get scared to pee.

The snake swam over viciously, Jian Yunqiao's pupils dilated, and in an instant, the snake rushed towards him aggressively, it opened its fangs in a gesture of eating

"boom!"

A loud voice came from behind Jian Yunqiao, followed by the roar of a monster. As soon as he turned around, he saw a monster lying down under the giant python, and it had already swallowed its breath.

The giant python came over again, and it wrapped Jian Yunqiao up with its snake's tail. It wasn't very tight, but it couldn't break free.

Jian Yunqiao heard somewhere that when a boa constrictor expresses love to its partner, it wraps tightly around each other's body.

He coughed, the python's body was very cold, the low temperature made Jian Yunqiao shiver all over, and finally understood why Wen Renli's body was so cold.

"Aren't you afraid?" Wen Renli's eyes looked at the poor angel who was too fragile and small for him.

Jian Yunqiao raised her head: "If it's His Majesty, then I won't be afraid."

The giant python vomited snake letters, and then there was another puff of smoke. He turned back into a child, and said to Jian Yunqiao: "If I change back into that lunatic, you can't touch my original shape."

Jian Yunqiao asked, "Why?"

Wen Renli opened his arms to him, motioning for a hug, so Jian Yunqiao knelt down and picked him up. The child was not heavy at all, and even a little too light.

"Because if you touched my scales at that time, you would be destroyed." He seemed to be willing to speak ill of the adult version of himself, and continued to slander: "He is cursed to touch my scales." Everyone dies."

Jian Yunqiao thought to herself that it was no wonder that Wen Renli in the Demon Palace had never seen him use his original form, not even when he was insane.

The child version of Wenren hugged Jian Yunqiao's neck tightly, he rubbed between the necks, his soft hair brushed across his skin, and put his forehead on Jian Yunqiao's shoulder.

Jian Yunqiao felt a little hot, he raised his hand and touched Wen Renli's forehead, the fever was severe, he must have a fever.

"Your Majesty, you have a fever."

Jian Yunqiao asked Wen Renli to sit in her arms, and was about to take him back to the palace.

There was a muffled thunder sound from the sky, piercing the sky, and drops of rain fell. This is the legendary house leak and continuous night rain.

He frowned, took off his outer shirt and put it on the little devil, and hugged him in his arms to prevent him from being drenched.

Wen Renli said, "I won't go back."

Jian Yunqiao was also wondering if she could find some kind of cave, and when she heard this, she agreed, "Okay, then I won't go back."

He led Wen Renli to walk among the woods, because the place was relatively open and there was no cover from the trees, so the heavy rain just fell on the two of them.

He heard Wen Renli say: "I'm very weak now, you can kill me."

"I won't kill you."

"Why, no one wants to kill me."

You are no exception, aren't you?

"If everyone wants to kill His Majesty." Jian Yunqiao hugged him tighter: "Then I hope you can live."

Wen Renli giggled, and the child laughed happily. He moved closer and lay down near Jian Yunqiao's heart, as if he was listening to his heartbeat.

Jian Yunqiao walked through the forest with difficulty, and finally found a cave that could shelter from the wind and rain. He went in, used spells to illuminate the space in the cave, and then put the child down.

He didn't know how to cure the devil's fever, and he didn't know what he could do for Wen Renli, so he could only hug the child to comfort him: "We'll go back when the rain stops."

It was raining loudly outside, Wen Ren Li leaned against Jian Yunqiao's arms, and the two of them were extremely close all of a sudden, Jian Yunqiao was very warm, while Wen Ren Li's body was very cold, except for the hot forehead, his whole body was cold Like a walking ice cave.

Jian Yunqiao held him in her arms, warming him with her own body temperature.

Wen Renli said, "You will get sick."

"I won't." Jian Yunqiao shook his head and answered him softly. Even though he himself was not sure whether he would get sick, would an angel have a cold and a fever?Oh well, since the devil can do it.

Wen Renli said, "Do you want to kill me? I can tell you how."

Lying in Jian Yunqiao's arms, he started talking about this matter again.

"Using the Universe Mirror can kill me,"

Wen Renli said again: "Do you want to know where the Qiankun Mirror is?"

"No, Your Majesty, I don't want to know."

"You should know." Wenren smiled sternly, with an innocent look: "The mirror of heaven and earth is under Jibei Island."

As if being slammed into the heartstrings, Jian Yunqiao closed his eyes to cover up his emotions, and said, "Your Majesty, you will not die."

"Death is wonderful." Wen Renli's current state is very reminiscent of the adult version of him, but it doesn't seem to be the case. They seem to be one person, but they are two people.

Jian Yunqiao even wondered what had happened to make Wen Renli develop his current personality.

"That's good." Jian Yunqiao's voice was a little hazy amidst the sound of the rain, and he said, "If His Majesty dies, I won't live alone."

"Am I important to you?"

"Yes, very important, more important than my own life."

The author has something to say: The current Demon Lord: I really want to die at the hands of my wife.

The future Demon Lord: I really want to die on my wife.

Jian Yunqiao: "..."

I'm going to call the police

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I want to die, you never think that the reason why today’s update is not timely is that I accidentally posted an extra chapter yesterday. After December 30 o'clock became December, I changed the time again and again, and the result was an extra chapter and changed it twice, but stupidly, I changed it twice and forgot to change the number two to number one in today's chapter. . .

Forget it, what the hell am I talking about. . . . .