Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Usually, when you are thrown into the pool with your hands tied like this, the other party will continue to struggle and rise to the surface under the desire to survive, and then the more you struggle, the more powerless you will be, watching yourself sinking in despair, and feeling the fear of drowning bit by bit .

For teenagers, this process is the most interesting.

He likes all the frankness about sex on people's faces, emotions, desires, greed, hatred, and hatred, the truest and fullest side of human nature revealed under desperate circumstances.

Isn't the most alluring thing about human beings these vain sexual obsessions?

"All gains, losses, honors and disgraces, in the end, the only things that belong to people are the seven emotions and six desires. Everything else exists is just a paradise for stimulating and cultivating these things. What do you think, Yan Qingdu?"

The person sinking into the water didn't seem to be struggling at all, and the water surface gradually calmed down, without the expected ups and downs of struggle and despair.

...60...120...270...

The young man was looking at it with his chin resting, the corners of his lips curled innocently and cheerfully, and he spent all his time counting.Slowly, the smile disappeared, and he began to feel that something was wrong.

Yan Qingdu looked like he could swim in the pool before, but now that his hands are tied, will he drown?

The boy's pupils trembled nervously, he stood up straight, stepped back and took a few steps anxiously, then immediately jumped into the water without hesitation, and quickly dived under the water.

The pool is very deep, at least as high as three or two grown men.

He dived for a while, only to vaguely see Yan Qingdu who seemed to have died silently at the bottom of the water.

The boy immediately swam towards him, holding his face with eyes closed and unconscious, and patted him lightly, but the other party didn't respond at all.There were no air bubbles around, evidence of any signs of breathing.

He immediately hugged Yan Qingdu from behind and went upstream.

Gradually leaving the deep water bottom, I faintly saw light spots on the water surface.

Suddenly, the person in his arms slipped out and turned into nothing.

The young man turned his head immediately, and in the disturbed water, he could only see a dark blue figure floating down to the bottom of the water.

He hurriedly chased after him, and after catching him, he realized that it was only Yan Qingdu's peacock blue brocade robe, and there was no figure of him, so he couldn't help looking around in a hurry.

Wait, Yan Qingdu's hands were tied, how did he take off his outer robe?

As soon as this idea came to mind, a shadow that had been lurking behind him for a long time had already silently pasted up...

Gudong Gudong, the water became lively.

The brocade belt that the young man used to bind Yan Qingdu's hands was now wrapped around his own neck.

**'s belt is like a water snake or a water weed, once it gets entangled, it cannot be untied.

The strap is long enough to wrap around the neck and then bind the hands.

The young man tried his best to turn his head and saw the ghostly figure attacking him behind him. Not surprisingly, he showed a dangerous and bright smile, and instead of avoiding it, he even greeted him.

No matter how high the martial arts are, they will be discounted in the water, it all depends on who is more familiar with water.It turned out that this person had paid attention to this from the very beginning.

Very good, starting from this moment is a fair and interesting duel. He is looking forward to it, and he is trembling with excitement.

Yan Qing surprised him even more than he had imagined.

……

Outside, Yan Wujiu's disappearance has already caused a commotion, and the servants are looking for someone everywhere.

No one noticed the courtyard from the inner valve, let alone this water pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Inside the empty water pavilion, the water surface was rattling, and the waves under the water were turbulent, as if two giant beasts were rolling and fighting, but nothing floated up above the water surface.

After a long time, the splash and sound of water became quieter, and calm gradually returned.

Circles of ripples spread out, smudged with traces of bright red blood, and soon faded away.

The boy's black hair spread out in the water, and the golden hairpin on his head was held in the hand of the person holding him.

There was an illusory smile on his innocent face, and he looked up at Yan Qingdu.

Across the blurry blue water, that slightly gloomy and gloomy face was still extremely gorgeous, bright and noble, just like the legendary merman he had imagined.

At the bottom of the dark water, Yan Wujiu's eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were dark, the hand holding the golden hairpin plunged into his waist without hesitation, until he was quietly grabbed by the blood-stained hand of the young man, and the golden hairpin broke.

He immediately discarded the broken golden hairpin, and took a jade hairpin from his head with his backhand. This time, he pierced it in from the back instead.

The boy threw himself into Yan Wujiu's arms and hugged him tightly, his delicate face was still smiling brightly and wildly, but his eyes were painful and confused.

Yan Wujiu has been deceived by that innocent and pure face once, it was a rare soft heart in his life, and he will never be deceived a second time.

He didn't stop, the wounds caused by such small things as jade hairpins and gold hairpins would not be too deep, if you want to kill someone, you can only hurt the internal organs at the right angle, causing heavy bleeding.

His hands were tightly grasped, and he had reached the limit of holding his breath.

Yan Wujiu pulled the belt and tied the young man who had lost a lot of blood and had no ability to resist from behind.

He was very calm, and at this moment he also remembered not to make the same mistake as this person. He tied the boy's hands separately and then tied them together. There was absolutely no problem that he could break loose like himself.

After doing all this, Yan Wujiu has reached his limit, his vision is colorful and dim, and he floats up to the surface of the water relying on his willpower.

The boy with his hands bound curled up, and the bloody blood kept spreading away from him.Without a trace of struggle, he gradually sank to the bottom of the water.

Contrary to Yan Wujiu just now, one is facing up, one is facing down, one is facing light and life, and the other is falling into darkness and death.

Through the black hair floating in the water, he looked up at the figure that didn't look back, and an innocent smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth.Looking at the figure who abandoned him with deep nostalgia and attachment, he was like an evil ghost accompanied by a curse in the dark abyss.

The place where the boy sank and floated the peacock blue brocade clothes was covered by the floating brocade clothes.

……

After knowing that Yan Wujiu went to Cui's house, He Lanlin felt a little restless.

Even as an in-law, he doesn't know much about the treacherous and mysterious personnel affairs of the Cui family.But he knew one thing, there were indeed few normal people in the Cui family.

The aristocrats in Luoyang looked down on the Cui family, but in the eyes of the Cui family, they even looked down on them.Even Concubine Yun, who is over [-] people, seems to have little say in the Cui family.

However, since Cui Jin is in the old house, it should be fine for Yan Wujiu to go.

This thought lasted only half a day.

In the end, He Lanlin suddenly decided to hurry to Chang'an.

The night is dark and the moon is bright.

It was at the foot of Mount Li that He Lanlin met Yan Wujiu who was soaking wet and wearing only white dark clothes.

He was wearing a dusty gray cloak that he had ripped off casually, and the face raised from under the cloak, with the moonlight shining on it, had a stern and intimidating calmness and cruelty.

It was the first time He Lanlin saw Yan Wujiu like this, he was like a water charm that climbed ashore in the middle of the night.

There are still water marks on the gorgeous eyebrows, and the eyebrows and eyelashes are becoming more and more blue like distant mountains, and the pupils of those eyes are gloomy and gloomy.The tightly pursed lips made the skin fragile and transparent.

That kind of soul-stirring beauty is not only intimidating, it is so aggressive that He Lanlin is a little suffocated and can't breathe.

From the first time He Lanlin met Yan Wujiu, he knew that this arrogant, frivolous and reckless playboy, even if he didn't have a hint of indisputable obsequiousness, in essence, he could easily move people's hearts more easily than any beauty he had ever seen. **.

If he has any weakness to be bullied, he will be torn to pieces by the pack of wolves.

But this person felt dangerous to him, with the same degree of ambition as his arrogant arrogance.

He Lanlin's expression was calm and calm, looking at Yan Wujiu's brows for the first time showing the ruthlessness and cruelty without concealment.

Yan Wujiu was contemptuous and calm: "It turns out to be Master He Lan."

"what happened?"

Yan Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he stared at him: "It's okay. It's just what your lord said the day before yesterday, you don't need to find a reason to defect to the Dragon Scale Guard. Now there is a better one."

He Lanlin's heart sank, he naturally smelled a faint smell of blood from Yan Wujiu's body.

At this time, the halfway up the mountain was full of flames, and the voices of yelling and catching assassins could be heard from afar.

He Lanlin didn't say anything, got on the horse immediately, and stretched out his hand towards Yan Wujiu.

When Yan Wujiu sat behind him, He Lanlin immediately flicked his horsewhip, turned around and headed towards Luoyang.

"Who died?"

"I don't know. It's a young man who looks about the same age as Cui Jin, but he doesn't feel like it. He's crazy, and his martial arts are also very high. He only said that he is not the third young master Cui."

He Lanlin's eyes darkened: "Are you okay?"

"Don't go to Luoyang. Drop me off at the southwest intersection." The person behind said flatly.

He Lanlin felt that even in Xia Ye, the chill on Yan Wujiu's body behind him was still piercing.

"Southwest... where are you going?"

"The people from Six Doors are there to investigate the case. Ran Heng is from King Xu. Ran Heng and Liu Xun have met in private. The Longlin Guard also found out that Liu Xun's people have connections with Fengzhuang. In Fengzhuang there are It is very possible to come into contact with someone from King Xu."

Yan Wujiu endured the discomfort of being wet and soaked by the night wind, frowning impatiently, but his voice was very weak.

"The roster still has a secret decree, bring it to me as soon as possible. I can't go back to Luoyang. If the arrest warrant comes out too soon, and the people from the six doors are also there, it will be very troublesome."

He Lanlin also knew this, he changed the path and walked to a small inn in the wilderness.

"Find a place to rest first, and I'll get something for you as soon as possible."

Yan Wujiu frowned: "This is too slow, it will take at least one day to go back and forth to Luoyang."

After returning to Luoyang, it was impossible for Yan Wujiu to go back to Landu Palace.

He went back to his small courtyard in Luoyang before, while He Lanlin went back to fetch things.

Not only did the two of them have to avoid the eyes and ears of other people, but they also had to avoid the Dragon Scale Guard's own people.

In Yan Wujiu's small courtyard, after Guanshi Xia returned to Yucheng, the shop was closed, and there was no one to take care of the courtyard.

He didn't open the door, climbed over the wall and went in, and walked all the way to his main house without turning on the light.

When he walked to the inner courtyard, he suddenly slowed down.

The first thing I smell is a faint, indistinct floral fragrance.

There is no tea in this season, but the fragrance of the flowers is very familiar.

Then, there was the faint sound of Sanskrit chanting.

Yan Wujiu walked slowly without stopping, and walked to the eaves, under the pale moonlight before dawn, he saw the plain white monk's robe.

There is also the pot of carefully cared for tea flowers in front of the monk.

The monk's voice of chanting was soft and gradually stopped, as if he wanted to finish the recitation, but he seemed to lack concentration and stopped halfway.

Holding the Buddha beads, he raised his quiet and depressed face, and slowly looked at Yan Wujiu, those eyes that had no desires and desires seemed to be lit by the moonlight, becoming clearer little by little.

Looking at Yan Wujiu, it seemed like he had been waiting for a long time for this scene.

The sandalwood-infected treasure is solemn and calm, but it makes people feel the joy and tranquility emanating from the whole body.

"Amitabha, Lord Tanyue has returned."

Yan Wujiu looked at Fenlian, looked at the calm and focused tranquility in his eyes, and suddenly remembered that a few days ago, the two people's positions were exactly opposite to those at this moment.

Ye Guiren, who hadn't returned for a long time, was replaced by Fenlian.

Yan Wujiu walked over and walked in front of him.

Looking at him steadily, he suddenly asked, "Have you been here all these days?"

Fen Lian remained silent, looking at him with a slight change in his eyes.

Yan Wujiu didn't smile at him this time, he didn't play with frivolously sweet and bad, he liked to be close with half truth and half falsehood.

His expression was as cold and cold as clothes dried by the night wind.

Gloomy and gloomy are written under the shade of brows.

Fen Lian didn't answer, but just took the initiative to hug him for the first time.It was as if he knew that Yan Wujiu was very cold.

He hugged him calmly and normally, like a cage for a delicate flower tree, not too tightly pressing his branches, nor too loose, letting the cold wind mix in.

Where Yan Wujiu couldn't see, the tenderness and distress in Fenlian's eyes were carefully revealed.

His voice is calm and warm, like chanting sutras, and there is no abnormality: "Because I can't find a new place, I have to stay here. If Wu Jiu can't find me, I will come back here."

Yan Wujiu sneered a little, he never thought of looking for this bald donkey.

But he didn't say anything, just relaxed his body slightly, and raised his hand to hug him back.

The peaceful sandalwood smell on the monk's body is very good. Until this time, there is a kind of truth that he has come ashore from the bottom of the water where life and death are interrelated.

With a silent sigh, Yan Wujiu closed his eyes, smiled and said softly: "Don't get better too quickly, stay sick longer."

Although I know that this person is illusory and does not exist, he was only born as a side effect of Gu poison and induced by his deception.

But Yan Wujiu suddenly didn't want him to disappear.

Where the moonlight was behind him, his eyes were dark and calm.He knew how to make monks sick longer.

The author has something to say: Although it is a stunner with a stamp, is Jiujiu so sleepy?~Poke the kidney professional to find out.As for whether he died or not, you guessed it...

It is obvious that he can confuse the world, but he must rely on his ability to walk the path of a powerful minister and an ambitious man.That's about it.