When the Big Brother Dresses as a Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

Ask yourself, Wu Song is not an easy person to seduce.

In the book, Miss Pan's way of teasing men is regarded as a classic by later generations, and the sentence "If you have the heart, drink my half of the remaining wine" is even more highly praised by later generations. After Wu Song, it was like water dripping into the sea, unable to stir up a wave, which broke Miss Pan's heart.

Miss Pan is still like this when she meets Wu Song, can she tease Wu Song?

Pan Jinlian thought about it for a while, and felt that there was still hope.

After all, when she met Wu Song and was not married, there was no morality and ethics in between, and Wu Song would not suppress herself like in the book. Although her actions were deviant, in the end, all she did was to eliminate harm for the people and do justice for the sky. This kind of behavior can easily arouse Wu Song's favor.

——Although she said a few words that Wu Dalang didn't care about, which made Wu Song want to beat her up.

With the breeze blowing at night, Pan Jinlian rubbed her injured ankle and whispered in a trembling voice, "It hurts so much."

When she appeared in front of Wu Song for the first time, she came on a horse in red clothes, surly and arrogant, like a bow full of bows, a sword drawn from its sheath, and anyone wanted to avoid her sharp edge. At this time, it was difficult for her It is pitiful.

Even though Wu Song admired what she had done before, when he saw her like this, after getting acquainted with her, he would probably pat her on the shoulder, say a good brother, and then eat a big bowl of wine and meat.

What?You say confidante sweetheart?

Is there anyone who regards his brother as a fan?We are strong men, how could we do such lowly things!

As a flirtatious person, Pan Jinlian certainly can't just watch her and Wu Song's affairs develop towards "brothers". On behalf of Tian Xingdao, he doesn't want to see the world being enslaved and oppressed. Wu Song's favor.

After getting rid of Zhang Dashan, it's enough for Wu Song to appreciate her behavior quite a bit, there's no need to go dark on the way of a female man.

Being surly, charming and tricky is her positioning for her new identity.

She nestled on the branch all night. She hadn't moved her body for a long time. Her limbs were numb and her ankle was aching again. The night wind penetrated through the skirt and penetrated into the wound. Shaking.

"Hey, give me a hand."

Pan Jinlian reached out to grab Wu Song's arm, but Wu Song's body was stiff, showing obvious resistance.

As night fell, Wu Song looked down at the girl in red.

She was indeed injured, and she no longer had the agility in her movements as in the teahouse, and was even a little clumsy. Her thin shoulders were like flowers swaying in the wind and rain.

Wu Song hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand to hold her arm through the fabric.

It is already summer at this time, and the world has already taken off the heavy spring clothes and put on light summer clothes.

Through the thin fabric, Wu Song could feel the warmth and softness of Pan Jinlian's skin in his palm, and because he was too close, he could even smell the fragrance of her hair.

Wu Song looked away, trying to stay away from Faxiang.

He is a tall and rough man, and he has no research on the fragrance of women. He only thinks that after the fragrance is cool, it is slightly sweet, and he looks very much like Pan Jinlian.

Thinking of this, Wu Song felt that this conclusion was a bit absurd.

How long has he known Pan Jinlian?The words he said can be counted on his hands. What he knows about her is that she took care of Zhang Dashan in Qinghe County, stood up for the poor people, and then met at the teahouse. There's nothing shy about it, if it wasn't for that pretty face, he could almost regard her as an eclectic quack.

Wu Song turned his face slightly and glanced at Pan Jinlian.

The forest at night was very dark, and the bright moonlight was mostly covered by the branches and leaves, only the sparse moonlight fell on the pretty face as white as jade.

Her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, she didn't see the arrogance of the teahouse at all, she was more like a little girl who had been wronged by the world, her lips were a little pale, she pursed her lips lightly, as if she was about to cry.

Wu Song frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "It hurts?"

"Of course." Pan Jinlian raised her head, her delicate face was bulging, wrinkled into a bun, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Otherwise, you can try how it feels to have a broken leg."

Pan Jinlian's tone was not good, there was some specious complaint in the tone, but it was not disgusting, like the little milk cat he had met on the street.

When the little milk cat saw someone, its fur all over its body exploded, whimpering softly, it was full of aura, and its breasts were fierce. Not only would it not be frightening when people saw it, but it also couldn't help but want to pet it a few times.

Wu Song's eyes were not as cold as before, and he said, "I'll take you down the mountain."

He broke his leg.

At that time, he was very young, and he lay in bed crying all day long, and his family was poor, so he couldn't invite a doctor. It was his elder brother who asked for medicine and came to replace it for him.

The elder brother's action of changing the dressing is far less gentle than the doctor's. Every time he changes the dressing, he has to howl for a long time.

After many years, he can still remember the pain at that time, and every time he thinks about it, his teeth feel sore.

He still couldn't bear the pain of a broken leg, Pan Jinlian was a woman, and she couldn't bear it even more.

The temperature difference between day and night on the mountain is huge, if she stays for a long time, even if her hind leg recovers in the future, the root cause of the disease may remain, so it is better to take her down the mountain as soon as possible.

Perhaps his attitude towards her in the teahouse was not good, Pan Jinlian was dubious, pointed at herself, and asked tentatively, "You take me down the mountain?"

Wu Song nodded and said, "Naturally."

Pan Jinlian stretched out her hands and said, "Come on, carry me on your back."

Wu Song: "..."

Wu Song's mood was complicated for a moment.

He knew that with her current situation, it was impossible for her to walk down the mountain by herself. It was easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down. She couldn't use her strength with a broken leg. Even if he helped her down the mountain, it was unrealistic. He could only walk down with her on his back.

In this day and age, men and women are not close, so he carried her down the mountain as a last resort. If it were any other woman, she would have blushed and refused a few words, but she was fine, with an impatient look on her face. If she hadn't hurt her leg, she Can jump on his back right now.

After thinking about it again, Wu Song felt that it was quite in line with her character - people who trampled the magistrate under their feet had no secular etiquette in their eyes.

What's more, she drank half a cup of tea from him in the teahouse.

Thinking of the faint redness left on the teacup after she drank the tea, Wu Song looked away and felt a little hot in his ears.

"Quick, carry me on your back." Pan Jinlian opened her hands with a smile on her face.

Wu Song had the illusion that he was being underestimated.

With the mentality that he couldn't see death without help, Wu Song squatted down, automatically ignoring Pan Jinlian's laughter.

Pan Jinlian climbed onto his back, leaning against him softly, and the heat of her breath sprinkled on his neck.

Wu Song turned his neck unnaturally, and behind his ears came Pan Jinlian's smiling voice: "I've been on the mountain all day, and I'm really hungry. When I get to the tavern down the mountain, I'll invite you to drink and eat meat."

Hearing these words, Wu Song felt that he was thinking too much.

Pan Jinlian's demeanor is clearly a manifestation of her heart without a city. Where is it that she deliberately demeaned his prodigal/slutty/woman?

Mostly in her heart, he is just a brother who can be associated with, not a lover who shares the same bed.

As for the hot air lingering around his neck, how could she be carried by him if she was carried on his back, her leg was injured, she couldn't use her strength, and she didn't lie on his body?

Besides, those who don't breathe are dead. If she doesn't breathe, he can dig a hole and bury her right now.

As soon as Wu Song breathed a sigh of relief, he realized that his hair had been twisted around.

Wu Song watched from the corner of his eye, Pan Jinlian was lying on his back, playing with his hair with her slender fingers, like a child discovering some great treasure.

While playing, he said: "You are a big man, how do you keep your hair so well?"

Wu Song: "...don't touch my hair."

"Why are you so petty?"

Wu Song refused to answer Pan Jinlian's question.

Seeing that Wu Song didn't speak, Pan Jinlian smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so kind. I thought you would leave me alone."

Wu Song was noncommittal.

Pan Jinlian continued: "You are such a good person, don't turn your face all day long and look scary. When you were in the teahouse, no one talked to you, so I was bold and dared to drink from your cup. tea."

Wu Song looked at the road ahead and heard Pan Jinlian chattering, and suddenly felt that Pan Jinlian seemed to have a good temper.

He loves to talk and laugh, which is pretty good, except that sometimes he is out of tune.

Just like now: "Why is that big worm gone? Don't dare to come out because you know you're here. Hmph, a bullying guy who only dares to bully me, a weak woman."

Wu Song automatically ignores "weakness".

That female Rakshasa who appeared on stage with flying knives so frightened everyone in the teahouse that they knelt down and kowtowed, he might have misjudged the person.

But speaking of it, he also wondered why the man-eating worms on Jingyang Ridge didn't show up.

The night wind blew up and rolled up the thick fallen leaves on the ground. The branches and leaves rustled, Wu Song frowned slightly, and stopped in his tracks.

The girl's voice suddenly became tense: "I'm afraid it's not the big bug, you put me down quickly."

Wu Song carried Pan Jinlian on his back and dodged to the right. Where he was standing, a white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes jumped from behind.

A sharp wind rushed towards his face, Wu Song had quick eyes and quick hands, and quickly jumped two steps back.

Pan Jinlian on her body patted him on the shoulder: "I'll come down first, hurry up, kill it."

... She was really blindly confident in his strength.

Wu Song put down Pan Jinlian, crossed his hands, looked at the tiger in front of him, flexed his wrists, and behind him was Pan Jinlian's cheering voice: "Beat it!"

For a moment, Wu Song felt that he had come to the cockfighting arena, and he was the big cock who was driven to fight.

Wu Song really wanted to remind her that there was a tiger on the opposite side. His only weapon, the whistle stick, was thrown aside by her just now as a hindrance when he was carrying her on his back. There was a woman who was unable to move. He not only had to avoid the attack of the big bug, but also had to beware of whether the big bug would bypass him and eat her directly.

After all, this is a big bug that makes many hunters at a loss. He can't take it lightly, but she seems to be watching a performance, her tone is brisk, and she has no worries at all.

Who gave her the confidence?

Wu Song turned his face to look at Pan Jinlian.

Under the faint moonlight, she was nestled next to the tree trunk, her shoulders were gently undulating, her pretty face was slightly white, and the scattered hair on her forehead was in strands, as if soaked in sweat.

Wu Song was startled.

Isn't she not afraid at all?

Under the bright moon, Pan Jinlian tilted her head, smiled guilty, and said, "Ah, you discovered it."

"I'm quite scared, you must not die."

Wu Song's heart softened suddenly.