Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Feng Xi frowned, not knowing what he was raving about.

But the word Song Wuyou was captured from his words.

Is it because of him that you came to find fault?

But what did it mean that he climbed into his bed?

Feng Xi raised his face, pursed his lips, and looked at him coldly. Xia Yanran felt malicious when he saw it. He suddenly grinned and said, "You don't know yet, do you?"

"Master, why is he so special to you? Do you think there's something special about you? You're shabby, except for your good-looking face." Xia Yanran suddenly grabbed his chin heavily, with disgust and unwillingness in his eyes.

In the past... that person doted on him in every possible way. At first, the ten-year-old Xia Yanran was happy, flattered, and encouraged to work harder, thinking that it was because of his ability that he was valued extra.

But until one night, he helped Song Wuyou, who was drunk, back to the room, panting, and finally helped the blushing person to the bed, called hot water to wipe him, and was holding a hot towel when he was caught. He pulled it over, supported the back of his head with his hands and pressed down, Xia Yanran tried his best to dodge but was kissed on the cheek by him.

When he was in a daze, he heard the sentence Yan Ran whispered by him, and the shock and resistance surged up like a tidal wave at that moment.

Xia Yanran probably will never forget it in this life.

Thinking of the thoughts hidden in the intimacy in the past, Xia Yanran couldn't help but feel sick. He used to like the focused gaze the most, but now he just felt chills all over his body. Eye! !

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Hearing this, Feng Xi was stunned, it wasn't that he was ignorant of the world, on the contrary, when he was living on the street, he had seen countless nasty things, but for Song Wuyou, he had never thought about it.

"So, what do you want to say?" Feng Xi was in a complicated mood, but his face was unmoved.

Xia Yanran choked. He didn't expect Feng Xi to be so indifferent. When he laughed in astonishment, he asked back: "So? So how long do you think your specialness will last?"

Hearing this, Feng Xi's eyes were still calm, he didn't fully believe what Xia Yanran said, not to mention that in his opinion, it was even more nonsense.

However, he didn't want this Xia Yanran to have an easy time.

Feng Xi tilted his head, with a sneer on his lips, and replied solemnly: "Maybe, it will last longer than you?"

"Those who have been eliminated are not qualified to stand here and provoke." His indifferent tone hides a bit of the evil unique to children.

"You!" Xia Yanran's face turned purple when he poked the sore spot, and his raised fist was stopped by his eyes.

Feng Xi was no longer insensitive and naive in front of Song Le, and his smile was full of malice: "As you said, Master's attitude towards me is unusual now. Do you still want to fight? If he asks Get up, I won't lie."

Xia Yanran was very angry, but suddenly remembered what he said, "If I see someone bullying my fellow sect again, no matter who it is, I will be expelled from the peak sect."

"You! Two months from now, I will definitely beat you until you have teeth all over the floor!!" The provocation failed, but he was suffocated, Xia Yanran could only clench his fists and speak harshly.

He was referring to the competition in the beginning of spring.

"Whatever you want." Feng Xi smiled lightly.

But when he walked back to the wing room, Feng Xi's smile disappeared in an instant, and the competition two months later was always a knot in his heart.

He tried his best, but he still couldn't find the right way, as if his body didn't accept the cultivation methods at all, and there was always a subtle rejection in it.

If it goes on like this...it won't work.

He didn't want to see his disappointed eyes.