[Transmigration Book] The male protagonist never comes

The entire Cangwu Mountain fell into a sweet sleep in the middle of the night, and the west wing of Fengtuo Courtyard was lit like beans.

The short figure sat on the edge of the bed, rummaged through his mouth in front of the bronze mirror, and finally pulled out a thin to transparent thread from the tooth, turned it around a few times, and untied it from the tooth.

The right hand began to exert force, and the other end of the thread was slowly pulled out from the slender esophagus, but the thing that was tied was so large that the esophagus was severely scratched.

His brows were tightly frowned, but it was not because of the pain, but because of the disgusting smell of rust in his mouth.

For three years, the sweltering smell of blood in the sealed hut, the figure who killed his mother and had to cut his wrists to draw blood for him to drink for three whole years but could not see his face clearly, both were equally disgusting.

Untie the thing at the other end of the rope, and a ring is wrapped in a special material of paper.

If it weren't for this kind of concealment, this thing might have been searched away by that person six years ago!

Without hesitation, he put the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. The ring engraved with blood-colored patterns instantly melted into the flesh and disappeared. Blood.

In an instant, many memories that did not belong to him were stuffed into his mind, his temples were swelled up by the impact, and his eyes couldn't bear it, but tears of blood flowed out.

This is the inheritance that belongs to them alone, and it is also something that the masked man deliberately wants to obtain.

Wiping off the blood on his face in disgust, he put the paper that was neither silk nor linen into the ring that could store things.

He spat all the blood out of the house, and the rain under the eaves quickly washed it away, just like black can be bleached and sin can be hidden, he smiled.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth is innocent.

The fate curse secretly planted six years ago vaguely reminded himself that that person was hiding in Cangwu, and he had to hide it well, to see who could control whom in the end, and who was whose prey!

The next day, Chen Shen's stunning masterpiece was treasured by Ning Shao as soon as it was born, and she gave him another untouched female red silk to continue practicing, saying that it was his debut work and he should keep it carefully, but don't think he didn't see it. The light in Ning Shao's eyes destroyed corpses and traces.

After a few days of tumbling in the sea of ​​embroidery, even dreaming that the rainstorm pear blossom needles as thick as chopsticks were poking at him. Chen Shen was really afraid that something would happen, so he sneaked out to relax.

The hot weather made him unconsciously walk towards a cool place, and soon he stepped into the maple forest outside the Fengtuo Courtyard, a summer resort. The green triangular leaves are so green in the light summer, taking away the rare coolness.

Sweating all over, looking at the green moss-free ancient well at the entrance of the courtyard, I suddenly remembered the look in the child's eyes, and my original steps turned back.

Anyway, I brought it back by myself, so I have to go and have a look at it anyway, I'm sweating and my tongue is dry, so I begged for some tea by the way!

The child was working hard in the study room. The sunlight hit his side face like a transparent crystal dumpling, but his skin was shrunken because of lack of meat, as if he had been pinched by a mischievous child. He looked rough and invisible, which was a pity and pitiful.

From the window, Chen Shen saw that the child's long and narrow Danfeng eyes were full of seriousness, and he didn't notice that he was a visitor outside the window, so he went to the main house to meet Taoist Fanzhou first.

Before entering the door, a piece of orange peel was thrown towards him, and he subconsciously turned his head to avoid it, and saw the man in the dark green Taoist suit sitting in the orange peel on the ground.

He lazily opened his eyelids, and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth full of orange flesh: "What are you doing here? Didn't you finish watching Liushu just now? Let me warn you, don't fall in love with me, If you can grow up, maybe I can still consider it?"

With one hand, he touched the newly grown green stubble on his chin, and with the other he played with a half-eaten orange, and stared at Chen Shenyi Ma Pingchuan's chest with slit eyes.

In the original text, Fanzhou is just an incomprehensible guy, he's so deviant, the more you blow up his hair, the more excited he gets, typical shaking S.

Chen Shen, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, directly filtered out the colored words in it, and asked without changing his face, "Liushu, Dao name?"

Daoist Fanzhou stood up from his chair unsteadily, with yellow water-stained hands on his clothes, with a begging expression on his face: "Yeah, not bad, this is what I left for you." I've been thinking about my son's name for 20 years, it's so cheap!"

With such a pretty face, the child could be regarded as a little girl, seeing Fanzhou's crazy appearance, Chen Shen didn't correct him, and waited maliciously for Fanzhou, who always scared others, to be turned against the general.

Unable to bear Fanzhou's enthusiasm, Chen Shen tactfully followed behind him to the study to see his apprentice before he was born to drag him.

At noon, the humming of cicadas is annoying, and the child who is tired of reading is sleeping peacefully on the small couch.

Fanzhou, who pushed the door open, didn't shy away from it at all, he tore off the thin quilt carelessly, and continued to praise his apprentice for how clear his bones were.

Chen Shen, who was dizzy from being hit by a large number of unique nouns, decisively interrupted the torment of his uncle: "Junior sister is sleeping, let's go!"

The ancients were most particular about etiquette, and Chen Shen found excuses with confidence, standing up straight.

Fanzhou sized up Chen Shen with a strange look, and Chen Shen's back felt cold, subconsciously feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Before he had time to ask, Fanzhou waved his hand, picked up the child's ankle from the couch, yanked off the child's pants, and pushed it in front of Chen Shen.

A series of movements flowed smoothly, and when Chen Shen reacted, his sight was suddenly occupied by a magnified small cucumber. The tip of his nose was almost touching. He took a breath and took a step back, but his hand was still playing it cheaply. Take a look at the tender and white cucumbers.

He lowered his head inadvertently, and met a pair of Danfeng eyes who had just woken up.

As the face of the owner of the cucumber in his hand was getting redder and redder, Chen Shen took a few steps back in embarrassment. Touch something in a second, and immediately touch it and neither let it go nor let it go.

I'm used to teasing my fat nephew at my cousin's house. It's all because the kid rolls over the bed laughing like a glutinous rice dumpling whenever he is petted, making his hands itch!

Coughing lightly, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks in his heart, Chen Shen acted as if he had suddenly realized something, but just as he was about to speak, he felt a little guilty and dared not meet the eyes of the old and the young.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice with some difficulty: "Well, it's true, it really is the younger brother!"

When Liu Shu tidied himself up, Chen Shen was embarrassed to stay any longer, and asked Liu Shu in embarrassment with a blank face if he was comfortable, and left with a cold air after a few instructions.

He should concentrate on waiting for his little brother Liuyuan to come. Well, at night, be careful not to talk in your sleep and call Liuyuan. You will be filled with glutinous rice balls by Ning Shao who has heard the wrong voice. Men and women with beer bellies have no future. At that time, flying with the sword is like sticking a potato in the chopsticks, it will be buried!

I blame myself for having too much resentment, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night!

Seeing Chen Shen's shadow disappeared from the entrance of the courtyard, Taoist Fanzhou bent down and stared at Liushu for a while, looking at the two smears of bright red on his pale face, he burst out laughing: "It's pretty good." picture!"

The originally rising blush faded from her face in an instant, just like the rouge that a woman carefully dressed was wiped off cleanly, there was still a trace of shyness and coyness on her face, and she turned back to read a book on the wooden chair.

From the sound of cicadas waking up the evening lotus in the lake downstairs in late summer, to the golden leaves floating in the maple forest for a reincarnation, Chen Shen rested his chin on his chin and waited quietly for an introductory disciple named Liu Yuan after daily practice.

The back mountain was buried by deep and long snow. Chen Shen, who leaned on the door and looked at the snow, was colder than adjusting his temperament to snow, put his hands in his sleeves, thinking about how to hug the protagonist's thigh without a trace.

The stream under the mirror lake has a few traces of fresh green in the world, and the spring flowers gradually wake up in March. Chen Shen scratches his heart and lungs so much that he has to glance in the direction of the mountain gate every day without a trace.

When the first ray of hot wind blew, Chen Shen waited at the gate of the mountain for the arrival of a young disciple dressed in shabby clothes while others were not paying attention.

From the summer solstice to the autumn equinox, from full of anticipation to disbelief, Chen Shen finally discovered that the script master had died in some unknown corner.

Maybe because of the butterfly effect, he didn't wait for his savior, and he can no longer be sure where some things are going in the original text.

But he is not willing to lose his only hope. He hasn't spent his whole life with his girlfriend, at least he has to touch his little hands and kiss his little mouth!

Maybe the protagonist will appear in the sunshine tomorrow, after all, no one can be sure if it is just an inconspicuous little thing that will be changed when the protagonist comes.

He began to put on a frosty face and blow cold wind at the mountain gate at dusk every day, until his bright eyes full of hope disappeared into darkness!

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find you in the novel who was played black by God's wind and rain all the way!

On the last day of autumn and summer, his world also fell into darkness with the night. This is the last possible time for the protagonist to come.

Originally coming to this strange world where killing is as casual as eating and drinking tea, he pins his only hope on the protagonist like a drug addict.

Now all the thoughts of happiness are shaky, and the cruel reality that he may never go back, seems to have pulled out his spine.

Those laws which he willfully ignore and the rules of patience will press on him, and he will no longer be able to run away.

I don't want to kill people casually, and I don't want to be killed by others while eating, sleeping and beating Doudou!

The next day, the dazzling light of the morning sun shone into his eyes, but his heart was as cold as a cone. With his eyes full of despair, there was a little tail behind him. flow tree.

The cheating master left a letter and pushed Liushu to the head. How could the head, who is always on the go, chasing the child all over the mountain and asking him I didn't practice swordsmanship well, and I didn't eat well.

So this job fell on Chen Shen who led the child in.

Chen Shen also responded casually in a trance.