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

After Zhong Yaoye and Zhong Huaixu left, the room became completely quiet.

Song Bihui was half lying on the couch at the moment, and his figure was hidden by layers of white gauze curtains falling in front of him, making Jiang Yufeng a little uncertain about his current mood.

"Come." After a while, Jiang Yufeng suddenly heard Song Bihui calling him from the couch, still concise and clear as always.

He had no choice but to get up, lifted the tent lightly, and sighed, "Ancestor, I thought you were already asleep."

But Song Bihui just patted the bed with one hand, looked at him coldly, and motioned Jiang Yufeng to sit beside him, "Do you think people can sleep when they say they sleep? Pigs?"

"Uh..." The pig was really inexplicable.

Jiang Yufeng really doesn't understand, Song Bihui is already like this, why he is still so quick to speak hurtful words.

He was silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth, "Why did you save me just now?"

"So you question my morality so much." Song Bihui looked at him with colder eyes.

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng originally thought that this would be an affectionate and touching scene, and with such a frank confession, the two of them might clear up many previous misunderstandings.

But he forgot...

Song Bihui is simply anti-hypocritical No.1, his brain circuits are so clear that he doesn't even know where to say thank you.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he could only close it silently.

Forget it, this topic really can't go on.

"You said earlier that Xu Dong did something wrong, and the next case is about her." Jiang Yufeng asked lightly.

Song Bihui finally nodded this time, as if he was quite satisfied that this person still remembered his previous words.

"I entered the game today and saw the ghost of a woman in a white shroud. The jade hairpin on her head was the same as the blood-stained jade hairpin."

Jiang Yufeng's voice resounded softly in the room, "But the jade hairpin was still sealed in the house when I entered the game. That's why I think it should be just two hairpins with the same appearance."

Song Bihui gave a soft "hmm". He did pass that house when he was looking for Jiang Yufeng, and he also saw the sealed hairpin.

"I also thought that these two hairpins might belong to Xu Dong and that woman."

The white-clothed woman should look like a singing girl by her words and deeds. From this point of view, it seems reasonable to have some relationship with Xu Dong.

Sure enough, Song Bihui stared at him with great interest, his lips were a little pale, and he was lying lazily on the couch at this moment, and he seemed less approachable than usual.

"Since a hairpin is still on the woman's hair, the one that hurt you may be the murder weapon."

"So what do you say?" Song Bihui wanted to hear what Jiang Yufeng thought.

"There is a lot of resentment on the hairpin, and the blood stains should also be caused by resentment. In the ghost situation, I also tested it at the time, and seeing the woman's reaction, I think my guess should be no problem."

Song Bihui nodded, expressing his affirmation, "I think the same as you, but it's just a guess. Since she also said in the game that she wants to pester you day and night, then you can wait for her to follow you tonight." You explain."

"Uh..." These words sound sour.

It's so strange, he was lying on the couch to recuperate a few days ago, and now it's Song Bihui's turn again, the swap of positions at this moment makes me feel a little dumbfounded when I think about it.

But if it wasn't for Song Bihui, he might still be the one lying here now.

"Do you feel that there is something wrong with you?" Jiang Yufeng asked lightly. After all, Song Bihui was hit by a curse, not an ordinary poison. I don't know when it will explode.

"Thirsty." But Song Bihui just frowned and said a word briefly.

Isn't this quite normal?

But Jiang Yufeng got up anyway, and poured him a cup of water, which he had purposely let cool just now, and the temperature at the entrance should be just right.

But when Jiang Yufeng brought the teacup to the man, the man just sat up and silently looked at his wrist.

The phoenix bracelet didn't respond at the moment, it was still quietly hanging on his wrist.

It's just the slender fingers with clear bones, and the white wrist with blue veins... Song Bihui unconsciously moved his throat, raised his eyes and took Jiang Yufeng's teacup.

The bracelet fell down for a moment, and then disappeared into the cuff.

For some reason, Song Bihui suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, so he lowered his eyes and drank the water in the glass to cover up these redundant emotions.

"I'm still thirsty." After drinking, he stuffed the cup into Jiang Yufeng's hand again.

But when he said this, both of them were stunned.

After a while, Jiang Yufeng suddenly opened his mouth, "Are you thirsty, or are you thirsty?"

This made Song Bihui frowned fiercely, his mood was very unstable now, he felt that his thoughts had been pierced, and he reached out and put down the gauze curtain, as if he was extremely reluctant to see Jiang Yufeng.

This ancestor...

Jiang Yufeng put the teacup on the table, then came back and hung up his gauze curtain.

"You have to tell me what's wrong with you, and you can't hide your illness from the doctor." He felt like a hard-hearted old father now, watching his rebellious young son keep silent to him and heartbroken.

Song Bihui got a headache from his troubles, and said immediately, "Go away, I want to eat people!"

"This is not realistic." Jiang Yufeng began to bargain seriously, "Can you change it to something that is easier to practice, I am sure I can't get someone to eat it for you on the street."

"Then give me water." Song Bihui closed his eyes and compromised, he really didn't have the energy to talk serious nonsense with that person anymore.

If he was not injured at the moment, he might still be able to sneer a few words, but now he only feels tired and a little dazed.

But Jiang Yufeng on the side didn't move, just stared at him for a while, and then asked calmly, "I know, you don't want water. You want to drink blood, don't you?"

This made Song Bihui raise his eyes abruptly, and looked at Jiang Yufeng in disbelief. I don't know why this person could see through so easily, and his eyes became sharper now, "Since you know, how dare you sit on the table?" In front of me?"

Jiang Yufeng almost laughed out loud, but fortunately he held back, otherwise he would have been kicked out of the room by this person immediately.

He didn't know how to describe Song Bihui, but he knew that this person had a strong sense of morality and absolute rationality, and it would be impossible for him to rush up and bite someone.

So he is not afraid of anything.

"Why, do you want to bite me?" Jiang Yufeng's faint voice revealed a kind of casual confidence.

This made Song Bihui grit his teeth. After all, he was already feeling thirsty, but this person still swayed in front of him without fear, even provoking him.

It just makes people more anxious and impatient.

Jiang Yufeng was about to speak again, but suddenly heard a soft "pop" sound outside the window.

It was the sound of an object falling suddenly, which immediately broke the somewhat delicate atmosphere in the room.

"It seems to be here." He said lightly to Song Bihui, then looked at the window, "Since you're here, come in."

"You don't mind?" A hoarse female voice sounded outside, "You Xianjun have a good time..."

"Uh..." Jiang Yufeng stopped immediately.

Does this little girl think they are doing something bad inside?

He looked back at Song Bihui, and Song Bihui in front of him narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Sure enough, the next moment, the woman was about to open the door and come in when she was pushed back by a gust of wind.

Her head was hit by the wooden door, and she let out a painful "Ouch".

"Stop making trouble." Jiang Yufeng said helplessly, patted Song Bihui's forearm, got up and opened the door.

"What happened just now?" The woman was knocked dizzy, and she was squatting on the ground, unable to tell the difference between east, west, and north.

"Who told you to talk nonsense?" Jiang Yufeng criticized lightly.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong..." She apologized first-rate, but if she made a mistake next time, she knew she was wrong and would not correct it.

"Who is it?" Inside the room, Song Bihui said coldly, the strong coercion falling from the room made the woman tremble involuntarily.

At that moment, she had no choice but to reply respectfully, "I am Nan Zhi."

"What are you doing?"

"I... heard that someone was cursed by that hairpin, so I came here to take a look." Curiously, she wanted to see who was on the couch across the Jiangyufeng in front of her.

But Jiang Yufeng stood in front of him all the time, and even waved his hand, and instantly put down the gauze curtain of the person behind him.

"Uh..." This is too stingy, wouldn't it be a little bit faster to take a look?Nan Zhi cursed secretly in her heart.

"It's just like that?" But the man casually pierced through her small thoughts.

She did sense the hairpin, but she couldn't control it at all. She came here just to see if something happened to Jiang Yufeng, otherwise no one would avenge her.

"Why do you think I will help you?" Jiang Yufeng sat down at the table, and stretched out his hand to signal Nanzhi to sit down and talk.

"Because you are more destined to me." Nan Zhi reached out to touch the teacup boredly, "The Taoist priest told me that if anyone saw me in the ghost market, it meant that we were destined, and this person would help I."

This made Jiang Yufeng silent. He really had a sudden feeling at that time and glanced at the hairpin.

He turned his head helplessly to look at Song Bihui in the gauze tent, and found that he seemed to be looking at himself too.

His curse is not too deep, and he can still be sober and rational at this moment, but what he never expected is that the Jiangyu wind will become the biggest threat to him on the way to keep calm this time.

He tried his best not to think about those things, but looking at the blurred figure outside the tent, he became more and more thirsty.

"That fairy, did you get cursed by that hairpin?" Nan Zhi suddenly looked at it, and carefully glanced at the tent.

The person in the tent is indistinct, but looking at the dignified and dignified figure, it feels very attractive.

"I can always provide him with the blood he needs until you finish helping me. When my affairs are over, the bond between us will be lifted naturally, and the curse will be destroyed." She opened her mouth softly, There was a trace of prayer in his eyes.

This condition is not bad, Jiang Yufeng hesitated for a moment, if she can keep Song Bihui safe, that would be good, but just as he was about to nod his head in agreement, he heard a cold snort coming from the tent.

"I need your blood? And, where does your blood come from?"

Nan Zhi listened for a while, and seemed to be a little afraid of Song Bihui, but she still opened her mouth softly, "It's true that I don't have any, but I will find a way to borrow some from others, but I will never harm them." of."

"Inappropriate." Jiang Yufeng couldn't help but frown when he heard this. Song Bihui was already very resistant to drinking human blood, but the curse has been forcing him to break through this bottom line, asking him to use blood of unknown origin, Jiang Yufeng would never agree.

"I will help you, and I don't want your blood, but after the matter is done, immediately unbind and remove the curse, is that okay?" Jiang Yufeng said lightly, "My fairy is injured because of this and needs to rest, it is not suitable for you to be here , how about I go to Hualou with you tomorrow?"

Song Bihui blinked, as if he was not used to the title "My Immortal Lord" for a while.

But Nan Zhi hurriedly nodded with a little excitement, and hurriedly left with a thousand gratitude, not daring to stay here to disturb their tranquility.

She was afraid that the two of them would suddenly change their minds again, which would shatter the hope she had so hard to ignite again.

After she left, the room returned to its usual silence.

"Can you bear it?" Jiang Yufeng asked tentatively, "Can you drink other blood? Or, I'll kill a chicken for you?"

But when the man in the tent heard this, he immediately lay down in anger and turned his head away from him.

It's really hard to serve... Jiang Yufeng muttered helplessly.