Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

Jiang Yiqiu was stunned for a moment, but swallowed uncontrollably.

Yan Mingxiu tidied up his clothes in shame, secretly thinking that this idiot is actually a pervert.

Jiang Yiqiu looked away in disappointment, and suddenly asked again: "Then... can that man marry a man as a wife?"

It might not work in other places, but this plane definitely does.Although Yan Mingxiu thought so, he naturally wouldn't say so.

"Since ancient times, yin and yang have been the righteous way, and marriage between men and women is a matter of course. There is no reason for two men."

"Is that so..." Jiang Yiqiu lowered his head in distress, and handed the steamed buns in the basket to Yan Mingxiu with some gloom: "Then...that's fine, you can eat."

"What about you?" Although Yan Mingxiu was still hungry, this was obviously the only food for the young man in front of him.

"I'm hungry too, but... I can bear it."

Some silly conversations made Yan Mingxiu laugh: "You divide it into two halves, how about we have one half?"

"Okay." The little fool nodded hurriedly, and while biting the steamed bun, he said, "Can you smile more?"

"Why?"

"You look beautiful when you smile, even more beautiful than Sister Xiaohua in the village." There was no hypocrisy in the words of sincere appreciation, Yan Mingxiu asked: "Who is Sister Xiaohua?"

"She is the prettiest and most beautiful girl in our village. Many people like her." Jiang Yiqiu also had a smile on his face when he mentioned this person.

For some reason, Yan Mingxiu was also somewhat curious about this little flower girl: "So, you like her too?"

Jiang Yiqiu shook his head: "Sister Xiaohua is very beautiful, but I don't like her."

After being silent for a while, he added: "I like you!"

Fortunately, the ghost will not be choked to death by his own, otherwise Yan Mingxiu will be recorded in the annals of history because he choked to death on a steamed bun.

He coughed for a long time before he recovered his strength: "You...You idiot, what do you know about liking?"

"I don't understand." Jiang Yiqiu was extraordinarily honest, "Mother said, if you see someone, you want to make out with him. This feeling is liking."

... If it weren't for his lack of physicality, I'm afraid he would rush up now to give this pervert a little bit of color.

But Jiang Yiqiu's next words made Yan Mingxiu even more speechless.

"Yeah, so I've liked you a long time ago."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Yiqiu stood up, and suddenly began to make gestures: "A few days ago, I had a dream. In the dream, a beautiful man climbed onto my bed and wanted to make out with me. I couldn't beat him, so I Let him go."

Jiang Yiqiu looked at him with a smile: "When you said that, I also remembered, the person who climbed on my bed is you!"

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Yan Mingxiu was slandered for no reason, but he was actually a little annoyed: "I just saw you for the first time today, how could I do such a dirty thing!"

Jiang Yiqiu blinked, with an innocent expression: "Is it really not you?"

He came closer again, as if he wanted to engrave Yan Mingxiu's appearance in his heart: "I definitely remember correctly, that person is you."

Well, what's the point of arguing with fools.

Yan Mingxiu sighed and said, "That's right, I'm a man anyway, so I can't marry you as a daughter-in-law."

Mentioning this, Jiang Yiqiu became disappointed again, he slowly took out something from the basket: "Then... what about this wreath?"

Although he is stupid, his skills are not bad, and the garlands weaved by hand are actually quite decent, not worse than those made by the girls in the market.

"What is this wreath for?"

"Daddy said that he would come to the temple to help me beg for a wife, so I put on this garland and prepared to put it on for my daughter-in-law. When people in the village want to beg for a wife, they always wear a garland for their daughter-in-law."

Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but feel soft at his lost look, and sighed: "Forget it, I'll be your daughter-in-law just once today, just put it on for me."

Jiang Yiqiu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"Really, it's just that I don't have a physical body, so I'm afraid I can't wear it."

Jiang Yiqiu walked towards him with a wreath full of joy, which actually gave Yan Mingxiu an illusion.

They were not in a ruined temple in the wilderness at all, but in the church where the wedding was held, and Jiang Yiqiu was about to put a ring on him!

Just as the distance between the two of them was getting closer, a loud shout came from outside: "Don't be impudent, the devil!"

Yan Mingxiu was taken aback, but saw a middle-aged woman rushing in with a mahogany sword and slashed at him head-on.

He didn't know that these magic tools would cause such great damage to the soul body. When he came back to his senses, half of his arm was burnt, and the pain made him almost faint.

The woman raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, her eyes were extremely piercing: "If the evil spirit dares to approach me even half a step, you will be wiped out!"

It turned out that this woman was Jiang Yiqiu's mother. Seeing that her husband had returned alone and her son hadn't returned, she felt something was wrong and went up the mountain by herself.Unexpectedly, he was at the door, listening to his son's words in his ears.

His son has never been interested in love, how could he say such a thing to a ghost he met, it must be that ghost who wants to harm Yiqiu!

Thinking of this, Mother Jiang couldn't help but rush in with the mahogany sword in hand.

She couldn't see Yan Mingxiu, so she could only judge based on her son.

Jiang Yiqiu was shocked, and quickly stopped in front of his mother: "Mother, you can't hurt him!"

Seeing this, Mother Jiang became even more certain that her son was bewitched by this female ghost: "Son, ghosts and humans have different paths, sober up! No matter how beautiful this girl is, and how much you like her, she is dead after all. One day it will come to harm you."

"Woman?" Jiang Yiqiu froze for a moment, "He is a man, not a woman."

Mother Jiang was even speechless when she heard the words, her hand holding the mahogany sword trembled: "You... what you said just now... are... meant for men?"

"That's right..." Jiang Yiqiu nodded ignorantly, "Mother, is there a rule in this world that men should not like men?"

Jiang's mother froze, and she burst into tears in an instant: "Fool, idiot...you...you should want your mother to be born..."

Jiang Yiqiu didn't understand why his mother was crying, so he looked at Yan Mingxiu for help. The latter was injured by the mahogany sword, and his eyes were still watery, so he didn't have the strength to talk to him.

Jiang Yiqiu's heart was full of love and compassion, and this time he didn't care about his mother, so he hurriedly checked Yan Mingxiu's injury: "You...how are you?"

This mahogany sword is not to the extent that it can destroy his body and spirit, at most it will only make him suffer for a while.

Yan Mingxiu said weakly: "I still can't die."

Jiang Yiqiu felt distressed and wanted to bandage his wound, but when he stretched out his hand, what he touched was the cold altar.

In a trance, memories from a long time ago came to my mind, it seemed that he was the same back then, he couldn't touch anything, he couldn't save anything.