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

Xuantian was stunned for a long time, only feeling that the world was about to collapse at this moment, he grabbed the sleeve of Yu Xiao in front of him, and warned, "You can't just talk nonsense, Tianheng is a man with no eyesight , it is absolutely impossible to do anything out of the ordinary, what is the term "infected"?And who is she having an affair with?You have to make it clear. "

Feeling aggrieved, Yu Xiao pulled back the sleeve, "I just feel it, I'm just weird, didn't you feel weird when Song Bihui asked you for someone?"

"Oh." Xuantian suddenly came to his senses, "You are talking about Jiang Chuan. Who is Jiang Chuan?"

"That's the strange thing. I couldn't find out who he was at all. When I asked others, they all said that he was just an ordinary disciple of Zeshan."

"Uh..." Xuantian was silent. There are tens of thousands of ordinary disciples in the immortal building, so why did he choose this person? He touched his chin, raised his eyes and asked Yu Xiao, "Look at you, have you seen?"

"I've seen it." Yu Xiao nodded, and recalled, "I don't look outstanding, but my temperament doesn't look like an ordinary person."

"Not outstanding?" Xuantian almost jumped up, "How could it be possible not to be outstanding, Tianheng likes to be beautiful! He doesn't even look at those who are not beautiful, and that Jiang Chuan is still a man! It must not be an affair, you are so big Come here in the middle of the night to fool me!"

The more Xuan Tian thought about it, the angrier he became, he lifted it up and kicked Yu Xiao, "I just want to take a disciple to pass the time, so you just say, you, you, you, you, you, you are thinking about some nasty things all day long!"

Yu Xiao yelled and was kicked out of the room by Xuan Tian all the way, knocking off a few of the colorful phoenix feathers on his head, he fished them back in distress, and looked at the door that was ruthlessly closed with a "bang", for a long time There was silence.

Could it be that he was really worrying too much?

He scratched his head, looked at the poor feather in his hand, and walked away full of doubts.

……

Jiang Yufeng finally stopped paving the floor yesterday by relying on his superb cheating skills.

This morning he woke up refreshed from the couch, opened the door leisurely, and saw Song Bihui in the courtyard with his arms folded, his eyes lowered and studying the stone tablet from yesterday with a bored expression on his face.

The word "dislike" is almost written on the face.

"Xiao Jie's tomb." He saw the words on the stele, and smiled secretly in his heart, he was right yesterday, the writing was indeed ugly.

This word is like a child's scribbled and scribbled, and it is generally completed in a rough manner. It can't be seen that the inscriber has a little patience and respect, but it seems that he has some deep hatred with the deceased.

Seeing that Song Bihui didn't pay attention to him, Jiang Yufeng walked over slowly and blocked the stele suddenly with his body.

He leaned on the stone tablet with one hand, tilted his head, and asked softly, "Did Xianjun sleep well last night?"

"Very good." Song Bihui still folded his arms, but the eyes that were originally looking at the stele fell on him as cold as a knife.

This gloomy face clearly did not look like he had slept well.

Jiang Yufeng didn't wear Zeshan's unified red lotus pattern school uniform today, but a simple and low-key white dress.

It's just that the plain clothes looked inexplicably elegant and clean on him.Especially the tail of his clothes that swayed slightly when he was walking made his demeanor more indifferent and cold.

He floated past Song Bihui, swiping a wave of presence like a routine check-in, and then walked to the pavilion very naturally, and began to eat today's breakfast.

"Today's sweet porridge is really good, but it's a bit small." Jiang Yufeng said slowly.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Song Bihui walking towards him suddenly with very unkind eyes, then gritted his teeth and said, "Don't sit in my seat."

"your position……"

The atmosphere quieted down in an instant.

If Song Bihui is where he is sitting now, it means that the bowl of sweet porridge in front of him is also Song Bihui's, which means...

Jiang Yufeng stood up suddenly, and was about to run.

Song Bihui didn't expect this man to be so daring, after drinking his porridge, he dared to run away openly under his nose, he was so angry that he immediately slapped him on the shoulder.

This is Zeshan's move, Jiang Yufeng is naturally familiar with it, he quickly turned sideways and flew out backwards.

"I didn't mean to!" he yelled hastily, dodging a wind blade with a short body.

It's over, this time really pissed off Song Bihui.

This person has a lot of cleanliness, asking him to share a pair of bowls and chopsticks with others is simply unthinkable.

This time Song Bihui will definitely not spare him.

He frantically blocked, but Song Bihui was so powerful that when he collided with him, Jiang Yufeng felt his arm go numb in an instant.

He couldn't show his strength in front of Song Bihui, so he had to flee in the courtyard, and was finally cornered.

With nowhere to retreat at this moment, the family had no choice but to escape from the low wall.

Gritting his teeth, he stepped on one of the ginkgo trees and borrowed some strength.But as soon as he got up, he was pulled down by the man holding his ankle.

Jiang Yufeng fell to the ground unsteadily, and was pushed against the wall by Song Bihui.

For a moment, Jiang Yufeng felt his head go blank. Looking at the palm that was about to fall, a strong sense of fear rose from his heart, and he subconsciously shouted, almost trembling and hoarse, "Song Bihui!"

It's just that the palm didn't fall down for a long time.

Song Bihui lowered his eyes and asked with a sneer, "What did you call me just now?"

Jiang Yufeng didn't reply, he looked at the dead grass on the ground which had been shaken by the spiritual power in a trance, and felt that there was a huge boulder in his heart, and he couldn't let it go.

If he appeared in front of Song Bihui with the image of "Jiangyu Feng" at this moment, then today's palm must have been struck.

Thinking of this, he felt his heart being squeezed tightly, and he closed his eyes in pain.

Seeing that he did not respond abnormally, Song Bihui frowned slowly.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to press the forehead of the person in front of him, and Jiang Yufeng felt a cool touch from his forehead instantly, almost startling him.

But at this moment, his back was against the wall, and he couldn't retreat at all, so he had to let Song Bihui's somewhat inexplicable movements.

"It's all burned like this, are you dead?" After a while, Song Bihui cursed suddenly, pulling Jiang Yufeng off the wall.

Jiang Yufeng was stunned for a moment, his footsteps were erratic, but an object suddenly fell out of his arms.

It was the amputated phalanx yesterday.

There was nothing unusual about the phalanx at first, but at this moment it flickered suddenly, making Jiang Yufeng almost feel that he was dazzled.

But Song Bihui frowned more and more in front of him.

"You slept with it last night?"

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng swallowed guiltyly, silently.

"You are really brave." Song Bihui sneered, "I underestimated you."

His sudden fever this time should be because he used his spiritual power when he was fighting with Song Bihui just now, and accidentally awakened the phalanx, so Yin Qi entered his body.

In addition, when he was frightened, he was more prone to turmoil and erratic spiritual power, so he was taken advantage of.

It was less than a stick of incense before he went out, and he returned to the couch with honor.

"Am I serious, Xianjun?" Jiang Yufeng said weakly.

"Seriously, I'm dying." Song Bihui sat on the head of his bed, looked at the phalanx by the light, then looked down at him with a smile in his eyes, and said mockingly, "You're really good, are you keeping pets?" , feed it so full?"

Jiang Yufeng turned sideways speechlessly, not wanting to look at Song Bihui again.

Is this person testing him, and does he already know something?I don’t know about these Jiangyu winds. It was obvious that this person was still chasing him and beating him just now. Looking back now, this person’s attitude seems to be just two people playing around...

Thinking of this, Jiang Yufeng suddenly realized that Song Bihui seemed to be playing tricks on him!

According to Song Bihui's character, if he was angry, he would have done it quickly, why bother with him for so long.

This person just wanted to see his desperate and painful expression when he was cornered, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Song Bihui!" He turned his head angrily, and saw that the person by the bed was looking at him with a half-smile.

"What are you calling me for? No one dares to call me that." His tone was still icy cold, but there was a faint smile inexplicably, "You are the first."

This number one title is not a good title at all, Jiang Yufeng gritted his teeth with hatred, but at this moment, the restriction of his status and the state of fever made it impossible for him to get up and punch Song Bihui, so he had to hit the bed board angrily.

"Are you going to dismantle the bed?" Song Bihui didn't understand why this man would do such unnecessary and wasteful things.

"No." Jiang Yufeng said lightly, "I'm playing the drums, it sounds good."

"Uh……"

"Shall I play a song for you?" He looked weak and weak now, but he still refused to admit defeat.

"Knock." Song Bihui stood up, "It's just a matter of practicing more, and then I can send myself on my way."

Damn, this man is too hurt.Jiang Yufeng scolded his mother in his heart when he heard it.

Perhaps because he was too lazy to argue with Jiang Yufeng, Song Bihui went out the door indifferently, and even closed the door to isolate the sound of smashing the bed.

The leaves swayed outside the house, and the damp wind came through the hall, lifting the hem of Song Bihui's clothes, and there was an imposing manner that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building. He looked at the gloomy sky, but his eyes were full of understanding and tranquility.

Then, he turned to the backyard, where soup was already boiled on the stove.

When it boils, it looks lively.

The heavy rain was coming, Jiang Yufeng looked out the window coldly.

The phalanx in his hand flashed.