The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

A hundred years ago, the world of comprehension should have been more cruel and bloody, and more desperate.

Chang Qing had just joined the Lord God's company at that time, and she was not from the villain's department, but was still young and cannon fodder. The old Lord God saw that she had just graduated from college and looked simple and pure, so he wanted to grind her temper and make her Experience a little bit of impermanence.

That is to show off.

He also directly gave her a male body for her to accept.

Indeed, Chang Qing adapted well, and she didn't shake her hands at all when going to the latrine.

To the surprise of all the company missionaries, Chang Qing almost destroyed the comprehension world in his first mission.

What is the scene?

There are millions of corpses and bloodshed for thousands of miles.

The young man stepped barefoot in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, holding a long sword in his hand, fighting in blood, his eyes were scarlet, and his bloodshot posture made the old god think that he was going to grasp the magic way and establish an autocratic monarchy in this cultivation world.

"Your task is to be a good brother to Sui Han, the male protagonist of the young version of Long Aotian. In order to protect him, he was infected with the devil's poison and died, and made him swear to eliminate the devil and defend the way." The Lord God concealed his earnest words.

"..."

The blood-clothed boy turned around and beheaded another fairy disciple, and beckoned again. The little figure next to him immediately handed over a handkerchief to wipe his face. Seeing that face was wiped off with blood and sweat, it was so beautiful and delicate that it was not like a mortal. Attachment and admiration, no one cares about him at all.

Ok?

Little figure? ?

The old master looked at it, damn it.

Standing by the side, the young man and the young lady, you kill me and I hand you the handkerchief, working hand in hand... Isn't the stinky kid the hero?

The Lord God spat out a cold robotic voice: "Grass."

Don't talk about a fucking plant, just grass, grass, grass!

After playing a cannon fodder mission, Chang Qing has been playing like a duck to water in the villain department ever since.

Incidentally, he left an indelible feat to the cannon fodder department—hey, the number one in our company's points ranking was trained from us.

hiss……

The 666 system recalls, and the teeth are still sour.

It doesn't know that it is so brave and powerful when it matches the host casually~

It's past Haishi now, autumn night, the wind is cool and the dew is thick.A few red lanterns with faint fireworks hung under the eaves of the high palace, elongating the two slender figures of the master and apprentice on the marble floor.

The meek young man tilted his head.

The sound of cursing and begging for mercy from the hall echoed in my ears.Mixed with the night wind, it was mournful and gloomy for no reason, as if boundless evil spirits were about to emerge to devour people.

"Master." He called suddenly.

His voice was soft, as if he would be disturbed at any moment.

There are many sword cultivators in Feng Yunzong, most of them are calm and resolute, and their voices are cold.Sui Han had never been summoned by such an adoring tone before, so Sui Han looked around patiently.

The lantern swayed slightly with the wind, and the young man's pale face was rendered half-bright by the bewildering candlelight.

On the bright side, his expression was blank and naive, even at a loss.

The dark side is... very similar.

Elder Qing Leng slightly lowered his eyes, thought for a while, "Afraid?"

Amnesia, worry about the surrounding vegetation, it is normal.

His answer was to cover his face and yawn.

Scared?

It was thundering and raining in the middle of the night, and he got up and pulled his sleeves carefully, with a frightened face, tears in his round eyes, and coquettishly begging him to tell the story who is it?

The young man hid his ridicule, a blush stained the end of his eyes, "I'm sleepy."

"...Then go back."

The young man submissively gave a soft "hmm", and then there was a whisper in his ear, his eyes darkened, and he recalled some confusion and looked up, "But Master, I don't know how to control a sword."

The sound of whoosh piercing through the air - pop!There was a crisp sound.

Elder Qing Leng's handle was envied by countless monks in the cultivation world, and the Po Han Sword fell on the bluestone board in mid-air in embarrassment.

The young man quietly looked at his broken appearance with great interest.

"But brother, I don't know how to control a sword!"

"Then can I hug my brother's waist? I'm afraid I'll fall... Well, it's so high."

The long-lost memory set off a turbulent wave, and the eyes of the elder Qing Leng were crimson, frightening the disciples beside him to panic.

"Master, what's the matter?" He lowered his head and wanted to pick up the sword, he was well-behaved, kind and respectful to his master, but no one saw the little bit of malice in his eyes.

"Don't," Elder Qing Leng flicked his sleeves to block him, "The Pohan Sword is so sharp, you can only touch it yourself." Or relatives of Taoist couples.

Chang Qing withdrew her hand, "Really?"

Elder Qing Leng had already sorted out his emotions, he looked at Chang Qing's eyes, his true mood was invisible like a layer of mist.

After all, what he could see was not Chang Qing, but his beautiful pale face.

Chang Qing expresses her understanding, it's a stand-in for literature.

"Well," Elder Qing Leng stepped on the sword, stretched out his hand towards him, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you."

"..."

Why not teach it?

Because the original owner is a good-for-nothing and can only rely on others.

A faint smile appeared on the young man's lips, "Thank you, Master."

Ok……

Traveling through the darkness, the Yunqing Palace on the top of the mountain was simpler (poorer) than he imagined, with no expensive silks and satins and treasures.

The master thought that he was not used to it, so he specially sent a gatekeeper disciple to lead the way.

"You grew up in the sect, did you follow my master?"

It was a silent and taciturn man, wearing a mask. It is said that he was disfigured in a mysterious battle a hundred years ago when he was young, with intertwined scars.

The man followed behind the young man with his head down, but he didn't answer, he just walked forward in a muffled voice, and suddenly raised his head.

Under the bright moonlight, Mr. Chang paused under the fiery red maple tree.

"Mute?" The tone was very light, with no emotion or anger.

Under the mask, the gatekeeper subconsciously blinked his eyes.

The young man's delicate and beautiful face, amidst the maple leaves all over the floor, his dazed innocence is also rendered as wanton and beautiful, unlike ordinary people.

But under the hazy moonlight, at this moment such an illusory person stood in front of him, stretched out his fingers to draw out a strand of hair that he had accidentally pinned on the mask, and actively touched it, constructing an absurd scene - he was taking off the mask of the gatekeeper disciple , gentle and meticulous.

pat-

The poor-quality wooden mask fell into the sea of ​​crimson maple leaves, and the instigator quietly admired the tender, sweet, snow-white flesh peeled off by himself.

He was dressed in white like snow, and when he lowered his eyes, his black eyelashes cast a shadow.

After a while, she tugged at the corners of Yin Hong's lips.

"Ugly."

The gatekeeper disciple was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously, he touched the cold scars on his cheeks, which were of different shades, and even had scratch marks.

There is almost no intact skin, and in the dark night, it is like a face of Shura Yaksha that brings fear.

The young man's expression was still clean, he covered his face with jade fingers, and said, "Hurry up, I still want my eyes."

He is urging.

The gatekeeper quickly bent down to pick up the thing, put it on again, and stayed where he was, a little at a loss.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't hide his disgust and whitewash the peace, but he didn't shy away from him as usual and was driven away by fear.

He just covered his eyes, and moved his fingers down to cover his heart.

"Why doesn't it jump?"

Empty, without a trace of jumping.

With inexplicable words, the gatekeeper suddenly understood that there was no sound in the courtyard.

The young man was irritating himself with this horrible face.

Frowning, nasty and naive.

The apex of the heart was hot for a moment and gradually cooled down.

Mr. Chang should be like this.

At this time, Chang Qing suddenly raised his eyebrows.

There was a scalding temperature coming from his chest, and it had been a long time since it was full. He touched it subconsciously, but it didn't come from his body, it was the parchment.

It's strange what power the parchment is absorbing.

But Chang Qing has nowhere to investigate.

The gatekeeper lowered his fingertips and trembled, "It's time to go."

"Well. By the way, what's your name?" Continue to walk slowly.

"Hibiscus."

"Oh? That's a bright and gorgeous flower."

The disciple guarding the door followed respectfully and did not answer any more.

Slowly, the warmth in his chest gradually melted away.

……

Unexpectedly, Elder Yun Qing was very good at burning money for his disciples.

Chang Qing lives alone in a towering white jade building. When he goes out, he can see the blue waves of the lotus pond. When he enters the door, he lights up a lamp, and there are all kinds of calligraphy, paintings, antiques, silk and satin, medicinal potions, which are gorgeous but not vulgar. It can be said to be piled up in the hall like debris, which makes people dazzled.

The golden house hides the charm.

No wonder the Zongmen secretly said that the original owner, Israel, served others.

"What are you laughing at?"

The young man chuckled a few times, "Shouldn't I be laughing?"

The bright red candles are flickering, reflecting the appearance of the young man among the treasures, and the gloomy and gloomy face makes people lose their minds.

"Like it?" He touched his face, "I think you all like it."

It is "we".

like.

This Zhu Jin also likes the heroine.

It's strange that the heroine is a heartthrob.

Zhu Jin immediately knelt down, "Student shouldn't..."

Do you keep staring at your face?

"Your eyes are beautiful too."

"I like to watch it too, and I want it," he said.

Originally numb and rotten like dead wood, the gatekeeper disciple knelt on the ground and raised his eyes suddenly, the light brown eyes under the mask stared speechlessly.

Ok……

"Like glass beads."

The words are suddenly familiar.

As soon as the words came out, the gatekeeper's kneeling body trembled heavily.His eyes were wet, "What did you say?"

It's that misty, pitiful look again.

Chang Qing smiled, breaking the morning light behind the fog, "I said, don't look at me like that."

As soon as the words fell, Chang Qing suddenly felt his chest burning again. This time, he even started to loosen even when he was about to break through the foundation establishment realm. He thought for a while, is this anger?

Can the parchment feed on extreme anger and help him practice?

In the early morning of the second day, you still need to attend various courses.

Having said that, the original owner is a useless spiritual root.Although he has an elder apprentice and a senior brother in his name, he is still a mortal who doesn't even have a foundation, and he still has to learn the basics of sword practice with the group of new disciples.

He was sitting in the front row with a pale face, leaning on the desk and dozing off brazenly. Seeing that he had just escaped death from Moxiu, the senior professor ignored him.

The female disciples in the back row were discussing.

"Brother looks good."

A male voice sneered, "That's just an embroidered pillow."

"..." Chang Qing opened his eyes and turned to search.

It's a strange black-clothed bun face.

War is imminent.

The young man suddenly opened his lips and smiled, "Do you think I'm pretty too?"

The young man was taken aback, he was still in adolescence, wearing noble and luxurious clothes, but the few small beans on the baby's fat cheeks could not be ignored.

The 666 system is a bit out of order: [Uh, the world of cultivating immortals also has skin problems? 】

Chang Qing said, "I didn't have it back then."

Realizing that the other party was lost in thought, the boy frowned, feeling neglected and disrespected.

"Hmph!" He turned his face away heavily, "Israel's serving people won't last long!"

If it was a child who lost his temper and started to spank, now the people around him can kick him into the ancestral grave.

Although Feng Yunzong had many rumors about Senior Brother Chang and Elder Yun Qing, they never dared to spread them to the rightful master.One is that Sui Han has a high level of cultivation and dare not provoke him, and the other is that Chang Qing's original owner has a violent temper.

It's just that this kid is right on point.

The senior teacher took a serious look and frowned, "Huo Zang, how can you speak ill of senior brother like that?"

On the surface, he scolded Huo Zang, but in fact he was obviously trying to make amends for the child. If his own people scolded him, nothing would happen to Chang Qing, and he didn't have to think about where his heart was.

The female disciples in the back row spoke for Chang Qing one after another, while the young man propped his jaw and looked at them with a smile, with a lazy posture, as if he was watching some circus.

This annoyed the young and energetic kid.

"I don't want to say bad things in person, and..." he looked the young man up and down, "isn't that what senior brother is like? And this color, the elder doesn't want it. A few days ago, I confided my heart to Elder Yun Qing, and was kicked out of the sect in embarrassment, right?"

It can be called face-sweeping.

"..." Chang Qing gave a little reaction.

He stood up, only then did Huo Zang realize that this frail young man was actually a head taller than him, shrouded in shadows, extremely oppressive.

He subconsciously took half a step back, then raised his head proudly, "I am building a foundation, you can't beat me!"

is it?

"Master." Chang Qing called slowly behind him.

"...What??" Huo Zang was shocked, and just turned his face away when he screamed "Ah!"

"You old bastard is bullying me!!" He yelled, holding his red and swollen forehead, "If you have the ability to fight openly in the trial competition, if you can't beat me to death, I will..."

The young man bent his finger, and caught off guard another flick.

"Ah!!" There was another scream!

It sounded even worse.

Chang Qing lowered her eyes, and in an instant, her chest was suddenly filled with that warmth, which was addictive.

Huo Zang's cry became more and more sharp.

This guy is still pressing his forehead with a bag of peas, as if to smash his head.

"What are you doing?!" Huo Zang's eyes were red, he completely forgot about the harmony between his teachers and brothers, and just reached out to pinch him.

Everyone was surprised.

That palm carried spiritual power, Chang Qing, a mortal, couldn't stop it at all.

"what!!!"

Everyone: "??"

Take a closer look, why is it still Junior Brother Huo Zang who screams again and again!

"Xiao Zang, you shouldn't."

Before he turned around, he really heard a soft sigh behind him.

Chang Qing suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes were lazily focused, his face was delicate and clean

, quickly concealed his malicious expression.

Feeds on anger, such a crooked way, after all, makes righteous people despise.If the matter of the sheepskin scroll is known, it may be light to expel him from the teacher——

The original owner of the original plot was dug out of his heart as a drug introduction, his legs were crippled, and he was blinded.

"Xiao Zang, confinement or copying the rules of the precepts?"

Oh yes, forgot to mention.Huo Zang is the son of the head of the sect, and he has always been close to the elders, holding the pampered character set of the Tsundere Group in his hand.

His eyes were shocked and sad.

Even the warmth in Chang Qing's chest dissipated a lot.

He even forgot his anger.

It was probably the first time he was reprimanded by Sui Han, and it was not him who defended his shortcomings.

hiss--

Chang Qing looked at them thoughtfully.

The vicious male supporting role was slapped in the face and the plot was robbed by a child?

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The author has something to say:

Pushing the Korean drama "Flu" gave me a little inspiration hhh

And "Looking from a distance is a blue spring", I feel that the follow-up will be very good~

Peas = acne.

The reason why I didn’t hit the latter is because I was afraid that it would give people goosebumps~ [I’m such a caring little padded jacket (squinting smile)]

It's okay, just a few of Huo Zang, young man.

But when you have acne, it hurts to press it!

Chang Qing's likes and dislikes [laughing]

感谢在2021-06-2123:30:20~2021-06-2719:25:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 19 bottles of Ollivander; 10 bottles of Time Elapsed;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!