Unlimited Raiders Male God [Quick Transmigration]

He Yanchuan ([-])

Chan Yu did not speak.

He Yanchuan was not in a hurry nor urged, his fingers seemingly unintentionally touched Chan Yu's shoulder blades, and then leaned in, slowly following her protruding spine all the way down, his technique was gentle and even tender.

The man's five fingers are slender and fair, with distinct joints, like a sculptor's master.

The little girl was very thin, and she didn't weigh much when she was sitting in his arms. He Yanchuan could clearly sense the changes in her body, and her tight body made the tender gesture another kind of torture.

He is still waiting.

Chan Yu suddenly turned around and buried her head in the man's chest.

"Let them go, I don't want to see them." I don't know whether it was frightened or frightened, there was a faint cry in the voice.

He Yanchuan caught up with her hand and stroked the top of her hair: "Okay, we won't look at it." He waved his hand, and immediately someone took all these people out. He didn't have the slightest temper after such a waste of time.

The little girl was still trembling pitifully in his arms.

He Yanchuan said softly, "Baby doesn't want revenge?"

His address to her has changed, usually "A-chan", but now he calls her "Baby".

Chan Yu didn't notice this, and didn't dare to raise her head: "I don't want to." With a muffled voice, she finally stammered: "Originally... it was me who made the first move."

It stands to reason that it is time to explain the whole story, but Chanyu held back for a long time before slowly moving her head away from He Yanchuan's chest. She still lowered her head, as if she was confessing, and her invisible expression made everything not so good Sure.

Then, she spread her palms and whispered.

"I was wrong, Uncle He, please punish me."

When she was still at home, she would be punished by her mother for slapping her hands if she made a mistake. Even though Chan Yu is very good, but as a child, there will inevitably be times when she is ignorant. Responsible.

The little girl's hands are white and tender, and because of her young age, they are still somewhat sensual, and they are completely soft when you look at them.

He Yanchuan kept his eyes on that white paw, as if thinking of something, and then he raised his hand, the little girl shrank back in fright, bit her lip stubbornly, and put her hand back bravely.

The appearance of going to the execution ground as if facing a formidable enemy makes the man smile.

When He Yanchuan's hand fell, she turned her head and closed her eyes. There was no pain as expected, and Chan Yu turned her head in surprise and joy——

The man tapped her palm with his fingertips, and hooked it twice, causing slight itchiness, Chan Yu smiled impatiently, and He Yanchuan saw the cheerful appearance in his eyes.

He didn't ask Chan Yu what happened, as if he didn't care about those things, he just took it lightly and said, "There will be no next time,"

Chan Yu nodded quickly, her appearance was too doggy, which made He Yanchuan tickle her a little harder, and Chan Yu stuck out her tongue at him.

He Yanchuan shook his head: "It seems that I don't understand."

He tapped the center of Chan Yu's eyebrows with his fingers, "What I mean is——next time you meet someone who annoys you, you can come back and tell me or the housekeeper, you don't need to do it yourself."

He has a gentle tone, and at the moment of speaking, there is an undeniable power between his brows. This kind of behavior of directly tying up and beating up those who don't like it is really too ruthless and domineering!

If it wasn't for the fact that Chan Yu was already an adult in her heart, according to He Yanchuan's pampering method, she would definitely be spoiled by arrogance.

Chan Yu was still playing the role of a little girl, she blinked with joy, but said in her mouth: "I'm not the kind of bad boy who likes to make trouble, so I don't want to use Uncle He's staff."

He Yanchuan smiled slightly, put Chan Yu down from his lap, asked some questions about homework, and then sent someone to send Chan Yu upstairs to study.

Before leaving, she looked back at He Yanchuan several times, bit her lip, and wanted to stop talking, but the latter only thought that she was still thinking about the matter just now, and didn't care.

When night fell, He Yanchuan finally understood what those extra glances meant.

The sky has been stuffy all day today, and after a long time of accumulation, it can be regarded as pouring rain at night, and there are also menacing thunderstorms.

The window of He Yanchuan's room happened to be on the back side of the rain, so he couldn't get wet.

He was reading a book without raising his head, letting the air flow in the room, and then——

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Someone knocked on the door, and before he could come in, the man opened the door.

It is Chan Yu.

After ten o'clock, it was time for the little girl to go to bed.

But she was wearing a light blue suspender nightdress, exposing her white and tender limbs like a lotus root doll, and at the same time exposing her round shoulders. She was 12 years old, just in her prime, and her whole body was so tender that water could be squeezed out.

The dark and soft long hair fell down, and now it is spread over the shoulders. It is soft and peaceful, a little restrained by the whiteness of the skin, and it also makes her delicate and beautiful face paler, her eyes are full of panic, and her tightly pursed lips are pale. Bloodless.

The little girl looked over empty-handedly, struggling to grab the only straw in front of her eyes, she was still pretending to be calm, when she saw He Yanchuan, her mouth shrunk, she was really about to cry, her voice was full of crying.

"Uncle He... ah!"

Accompanied by the resounding sound of lightning tearing the sky, the ending sound rose sharply.

He Yanchuan got up immediately, covered Chan Yu's ears, and led her into the room. The screaming earlier attracted the servants, He Yanchuan stretched his legs and closed the door, and ordered "Get down" to the outside, and then ignored it.

When they got close, He Yanchuan found that the little girl was shaking violently. She didn't cry or make a fuss, she just lowered her head and bit her lips tightly, but the tears couldn't stop falling, like a girl who dared not speak out after being bullied. Rabbit, red eyes are about to cry.

Poorly behaved.

He Yanchuan bent down, patted Chan Yu's back with his warm hands, and kept repeating: "I'm here, I'm fine, I'm fine..." His voice was low and soft, with the power to comfort people's hearts.

Chan Yu was terrified, and her consciousness had not yet returned. Hearing this familiar voice, she wrapped her arms around the man's narrow waist, tightly encircling her, not giving him the slightest chance to escape. Then, she stuck herself on it, Tears were rubbing against He Yanchuan's shirt.

He Yanchuan froze for a moment, tried to relax again, and patted Chan Yu's bare arm: "A-chan, I'm going to close the window." By the way, he closed the curtains, the little girl was so afraid of thunder, she didn't know if she was afraid of lightning.

"Don't go!"

Chan Yu hugged her even tighter, domineering like a bandit, "Uncle He is not allowed to go anywhere."

"A-chan..." He Yanchuan called out in a low voice.

Chan Yu lifted her head from his chest, showing a little face that was crying until pear blossoms were covered with rain, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm afraid, don't go, stay here with me, I'll be fine soon, don't ...don't leave me alone—"

She sobbed terribly, "Don't leave me alone...no, I'm only alone..."

He Yanchuan's heart softened suddenly.

Since the death of her parents, Chan Yu has been very well-behaved, can talk and laugh, communicates happily with new friends, and seems to have come out of grief, but she is only a 12-year-old girl after all.

The bottom of my heart must always remember her parents. Even though He Yanchuan gave her excellent material conditions and moderate care, it was far from enough to appease the fear in her heart.

How could it be forgotten?

There is anxiety about facing the new environment, worrying about being bored by this uncle and even discarding all kinds of things... She always asks herself to be a little more obedient, and be a little more obedient, and be careful and humble to please this person, so that she will not be so superficial Ping Wuyi.

But today, after his performance and being as frightened as Dalei, the deepest fear in his heart was exposed all over again.

"I will be good, I will be good..." Chan Yu was still murmuring.

He Yanchuan felt that he still didn't take care of her enough.

So, the man bent his knees, took the crying little girl into his arms, stroked her back patiently with his palms, and said "don't be afraid", "it's me", "it's okay"...trying to call back Chan Feather consciousness.

After finally making her cry less, and fearing that the remaining thunder and lightning would scare her, He Yanchuan went to close the window and draw the curtains, but Chanyu stuck to his side the whole time, holding his arm tightly , how refused to let go.

He Yanchuan carried Chan Yu to the bed and stuffed it under the quilt.

Chan Yu came running barefoot, and He Yanchuan noticed it when she came, but stepping on the carpet with her little feet would not catch a cold, and it was more important to appease her panicked emotions at that time.

Now that pair of white jade tender feet are in the man's palm, the complexion is white, the nails are round and cute, in stark contrast to his big hands, even the toenails have a beautiful color, the man warmed her with his body temperature, and then stuffed her under the quilt go.

While lifting his legs, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the skin on the inner thigh of the little girl.

Whiter than any place I've seen so far, it's like soft and sweet cotton candy.

He Yanchuan brushed away the hair sticking to Chan Yu's cheeks, wiped away the tears with his thumb, looked at her rabbit-like red eyes, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Chan Yu nodded dully, suddenly thought of something, and shook her head again.

He became emboldened after being frightened.

He Yanchuan sat beside Chan Yu, with his hands on her shoulders, and could cover her ears at any time: "What's the matter?" The man's pale eyes became much closer.

"Uncle He..."

Chan Yu's voice was hoarse from crying, "Uncle He is not quite right today, you... are scary."

He Yanchuan's mind turned, and he immediately remembered that she was talking about the incident after dinner.

He said kindly, "A-chan, I didn't intend to scare you."

Chan Yu tremblingly protested in a low voice: "You did! Anyway, at that time, Uncle He was leaning behind me, even if he couldn't see you, he still felt... very scary."

She was really scared, and relying on herself to spoil her, she dared to say anything.

He Yanchuan lowered his eyes, lightly picked the top of Chan Yu's hair, and said casually: "Okay, Ah Chan, I don't ask you what happened, because I know everything."

The little girl's eyes widened in shock.

He Yanchuan suddenly felt amused, and poked at the end of her reddened eyes with his fingertips: "Yes, I know all about it."

Since he is raising this little girl, he must take good care of her and raise her to be white and fat.

Chan Yu was so startled that her mouth was half-opened: "Then why Uncle He..."

"Why do you still do that?" He Yanchuan smiled, and finished what she hadn't said, "Because I know that Ah-chan is a good boy."

Chan Yu, who was praised as a "good boy", blushed slightly.

He Yanchuan's black eyes were deep: "So good boy Ah-chan, don't need to get angry with these words, let alone take action—"

Chan Yu became anxious: "But they are really too much. They not only talk about father and mother, but also say that Uncle He is..."

What a bad asshole.

He Yanchuan covered her head with his palm: "I'll deal with what you say about your parents, but I don't have to say about mine." Under the eyes of the little girl's rebuttal, the man reservedly nodded.

"They're right, that's who I am."

He was originally that kind of person, who played with power, was cold-blooded and cruel, dark and brutal, even a grass-stalker-man-life, with such great power, why should he care about the thoughts of a few ants that can be crushed to death with a move of a finger?

It's just that this little girl has always regarded him as a good person innocently, and she really doesn't know what to tell him.

When speaking, He Yanchuan stared at Chan Yu's face, not letting go of any expression on her face.

Fortunately.

She frankly expressed her surprise and disbelief, but she didn't show any disappointment, fear or disgust. Perhaps those children's descriptions of him were not in place?

After passing the test, He Yanchuan was not in a hurry to take off his disguise in front of Chan Yu.

The little girl murmured like a fool: "Uncle He, you are really a bad person."

"Yes." He Yanchuan replied.

Chan Yu frowned: "It doesn't look like..."

He Yanchuan lowered his head and approached so that Chanyu could clearly look at him at eye level: "What does Ah-chan think I should look like?"

Chan Yu thought for a while: "Gentle and gentle, has a good temper, and is good at taking care of children...a scholar." She suddenly leaned over to touch He Yanchuan's forehead, rubbed her face coquettishly, and simply said shamelessly.

"I don't care. I don't care what other people think. Anyway, Uncle He is a good person in my eyes."

The little girl even compared with her thumbs, "Big and good guy."

He brought the lonely and helpless her out of that place, gave her a rich life, and even took care of her psychology. He was her god and her everything. Good people here.

A good man who must be repaid.

The child's pure and simple concept of right and wrong called He Yanchuan Wan'er, he pulled Chan Yu's hand and held it: "Are you going to help the evildoer, Ah-chan?"

Now, the little girl was tangled, her tongue was tied, and she couldn't answer.

Simply, He Yanchuan didn't really want her to nod, close the doors and windows, the lightning was no longer seen, and the thunder was much quieter. The little girl was tired from crying earlier, and He Yanchuan's voice comforted her. It was too much to hear that He Yanchuan was not a good person. Shocked, his little head couldn't pack so many things at once, but he forgot about the thunder for a while.

He Yanchuan originally wanted to wait for the thunder and lightning to end to send her back to her room, but today, for some reason, it took a long time to strike one, and it couldn't stop intermittently. He Yanchuan's bed was soft and comfortable, and Chan Yu was covered with heat, so he didn't want to leave Yes, said to sleep with him tonight.

He Yanchuan was noncommittal, he narrowed his eyes, and the shallow peace between his brows gradually faded away.

After a long time, I said.

"A-chan, I am your uncle."

Uncle is also a man.

Chan Yu smiled brilliantly: "Yes, you are my Uncle He~ The people who raise me now are just like my parents, so what's wrong with sleeping together?"

Seeing that the man didn't move, she blinked: "It's still thundering outside——I'm afraid."

As she said that, the little girl lifted up a corner of the quilt proactively and courteously, twisted her little buttocks and moved it inside, to make room for him to warm up: "Uncle He, come——I've slept on this one before, it's not iced, It's warm, come here."

He Yanchuan's deep eyes were in a stalemate with her for a moment, and finally closed his clothes, lying half of his body inside, with the rest of his legs exposed, the cold air on the man's clothes made Chan Yu grit his teeth.

It's a little different from what I expected, but it's already considered good, and you have to know how to accept it when it's good.

Therefore, Chan Yu stopped pestering He Yanchuan to take off her trousers and shirt and change into her pajamas. It was already late, and she had to go to school tomorrow, and the child's physical and mental strength was poor. She changed into a comfortable position and asked He Yanchuan to put the lamp on Turned off to sleep.

The man lay dormant for a long time, just as he was about to raise his hand, Chan Yu pushed him with her hand, and shyly said: "Uncle He, I want to..."

"What?" Her voice was too soft, and He Yanchuan moved his ears closer.

Chan Yu pursed her lips, biting tightly.

He Yanchuan called again: "Baby."

The little girl cried out with a "wow": "I want to pee!"

He Yanchuan never expected that she would say this, so this man who had experienced countless bloody storms just stood there, unable to react for a long time, but Chan Yu was already forced to collapse by shame, sobbing brokenly.

"I need to pee, or I won't be able to sleep at night, but I'm alone... afraid." She tugged at the man's sleeve, refusing to let go no matter what, "Uncle He—accompany me. You wait for me outside, Enough."

Chan Yu couldn't stop crying, crying miserably.

For some reason, He Yanchuan closed and closed his eyes, unconsciously closed and released the hand placed beside him, opened his eyes even after a while, patted Chan Yu on the back where he was hiccupping from crying, and softly compromised.

"Let's go."

Chan Yu cried and looked at him with red eyes.

He Yanchuan said to her: "I'll accompany you, just outside, don't go."

Chan Yu was quite happy, and repeatedly asked He Yanchuan to promise not to go far before closing the door.

The man has a noble face and an outstanding temperament. The sound insulation effect of the toilet door is good, but people outside can still hear the sound of running water inside. What's more, He Yanchuan has excellent senses, and every second is a torment.

But he didn't lift his foot to leave.

Chan Yu came out quickly, and saw that He Yanchuan hadn't left, with a big smile on his face, when He Yanchuan saw it, he curled his lips in an inexplicable way, and his eyes were filled with black smoke that couldn't be melted away.

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah!" Chan Yu is so happy now, the little girl doesn't know what it means to observe words and expressions, she hugs the man's arm and rubs it against her chest, her body is white and tender, and He Yanchuan thinks of the scene just now——

The sound of water pattering.

He pursed his lower lip and said nothing more.

Chan Yu pulled him back into the bed, and the two lay down again.

He Yanchuan finally turned off the lights.

The light suddenly dimmed, and only a floor lamp was left, illuminating the man's Qinggui's face indistinctly.

Chan Yu was finally able to sleep. She turned around and arched towards He Yanchuan. She likes to curl herself up when she sleeps. It is said that this is an insecure posture. Now that she is buried in a man's chest, she looks less pitiful.

"Uncle He, good night." The voice was soft and sleepy.

He Yanchuan sat motionless in the dark for a long time, not doing anything, not knowing what to think, and finally waited until the breathing of the little girl beside him gradually stabilized, and the thunder outside also disappeared.He stood up with very small movements, tucked up the corners of the quilt, and brushed Chanyu's hair that fell in front of his eyes, his dark and dark gaze lingered on her face for a long time——

He walked out of his room without looking back.