After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Qiao Xuan has been very depressed recently.

Although Shengmen disdained to let him participate in the dream walk, it didn't mean that Xiumen would let him go so readily.

He originally thought that Shuumen, as the name suggests, was to let him have a good rest.

But when he entered the door, he immediately felt that this idea was a fantasy.

This door is like playing a hide-and-seek game with Meng Xing, either because he played truant from school, or because he woke up early in the morning and found that he had slept for several hours, and then he was constantly being caught by the fairy, so he had to re-do it. back.

After retracing it a few times, he couldn't take it anymore.

After all, when he saw Song Bihui's face now, it was like seeing the King of Hades, and his heart was so frightened that his heart became stronger.

Perhaps this is the meaning of dream travel.

At this moment, he looked at the incomparably dazzling and bright sunshine outside the window without love, and then continued to lie down silently.

I'm going to be arrested anyway, so let's get some more sleep.

Song Bihui didn't know that one day it would become someone else's dream trip, and he didn't care.

At this moment, he was just resting on Jiang Yufeng's leg, sleeping very comfortably, even though the wound on his palm hadn't healed yet.

But he can also use this to openly rely on Jiang Yufeng.

"Hey, Song Bihui." Before sleeping for a stick of incense, a somewhat idle voice suddenly sounded from the corridor.

Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes and saw a naked head passing by the window of the firewood room, and a cold figure holding leftovers appeared at the door.

"Come here and eat... who are you?!" The monk was taken aback by Jiang Yufeng, and almost threw away the broken bowl in his hand.

"I am your ancestor." Jiang Yufeng looked lightly at the bowl of sour-smelling swill-like food in his hand, then moved his gaze upwards, silently staring into the eyes of the man.

The monk probably didn't expect that there would be an outsider here at this moment, and he felt a little guilty and at a loss.

His eyes drifted away, seeing Jiang Yu's demeanor for a moment, and his clothes were not ordinary, but he immediately apologized with a smile, "This benefactor, you are a pilgrim? Why are you here..."

Jiang Yufeng didn't understand, are all the monks in Tianmen Temple so obsequious?Changing clothes can go to the palace as a eunuch.

"Can't I come?" Jiang Yufeng looked at him calmly, even stretched out his hand naturally, and patted Song Bihui in his arms lightly as if to put him to sleep.

Song Bihui didn't bother to talk to these people, and just continued to rest with his eyes closed, leaving his back to the bald donkey indifferently.

"Uh." The monk didn't seem to have thought that Jiang Yufeng would be so difficult to speak, and felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable holding this bowl of pig food at this moment.

He took a step back, but Jiang Yufeng suddenly said, "What are you carrying?"

"This, this is..." He looked at the bowl hesitantly, hesitating for a long time.

"Meals?" Jiang Yufeng's indifferent voice seemed to be immersed in ice, causing the monk to tremble unconsciously.

"I will not eat it, you can eat it yourself."

Jiang Yufeng said slowly, then raised his hand dignifiedly, the phoenix bracelet on his wrist suddenly slipped down from his slender arm, speaking lightly and naturally.

The monk was stunned for a moment, but suddenly felt that just as Jiang Yufeng finished speaking, his hand moved uncontrollably, and instantly brought the gaping bowl close to his mouth.

"Ah!?" He was taken aback, his eyes widened in horror as if he was frozen, but his mouth was tightly clenched quickly.

The sour and stinky soup dripped from the corner of his mouth and onto his clothes.

The monk made a disgusting sound of vomiting from his throat, and Jiang Yufeng couldn't help frowning.

"You stay here and enjoy it slowly." Jiang Yufeng sighed, but gently hugged Song Bi back up, and said, "Come over, don't get in the way."

He said indifferently, and saw the monk take a step forward in a very strange way, then his left foot and right foot fell to the ground, his face was covered with rotten food for a while.

Jiang Yufeng moved away a little, and then stepped across the threshold lightly.

Song Bihui hugged his neck and slowly opened his eyes, and immediately looked at the man struggling on the ground indifferently, then turned his head coldly and let out a "hum".

Back then when he saw this person coming with a bowl of swill, he mercilessly poured the sour and smelly food on the ground, trying to mock and insult him.

This person has no good intentions, and there is nothing to be pitied about.

In addition to the dreamwalking, the man also died of illness in the years following the event.

When he died, his mouth was full of sores, and he was randomly thrown on the back mountain by those good brothers in the temple.

This is all destiny.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Yufeng heard Song Bihui, who was lying on his shoulder, speak, and then opened his mouth slowly.

But Song Bihui still buried his head on his neck and continued to pretend to be asleep. His warm breath fell on his shoulders, and his body temperature seemed to drop a little.

"Since you're awake." Jiang Yufeng ignored Song Bihui's tricks at all, reached out and patted his head lovingly, and then said meaningfully, "Then let's talk about the little nun. .”

"Uh..." This matter is really difficult, Song Bihui turned his head away bitterly, "That's a rumor." He said angrily.

"It's just a rumor?" But Jiang Yufeng said with some regret, "I thought there was some secret that I didn't know about."

Why does this person look a little unhappy?

Song Bihui became puzzled at the moment.

Does he hope that he has something to do with those ambiguous women?