Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

The brand-new carriage drove toward the night, and headed for Hongran Village along the path.

At first, He Lanjiu thought that the improvised car was not spacious enough, and there was no place to put his legs, but there were no roads around the almost deserted village, so the carriage was squeezed on the small road, and the shadow of the village was not seen until the lights were turned on. .

"The people in this village may be good at dyeing cloth, but they are not very good at farming, and the farmland is too deserted." Qian Yichen opened the curtain of the car and looked at the field. The dry grass as tall as a person was sparsely scattered in the farmland. With a few shriveled sorghums in between, it was completely depressed.

He Lanjiu was not interested in how the sorghum was growing, and stretched out his tone with his arms behind his head: "My lord——"

"What are you doing!" Migrating Chen turned his head impatiently, and found that he had agreed so smoothly, covering his face and silently turning aside, "The village has arrived, you'd better prepare your clothes quickly."

There is nothing to see in the sparse houses in Hongran Village, only a few tile-roofed houses of the Sheng family surrounded by a small courtyard are more conspicuous. They can't be called brand new, but they are bright and clean.

"I sent someone to repair it before returning to my hometown. The house is very clean and can be lived in." Sheng Yuan clumsily unloaded the car, led the horse into the yard, tied it up, and trotted to the north to light the tile house. "My wife disappeared in this room. The windows were closed. I ran out in a panic. I didn't touch anything else."

The furniture and furnishings remained the same as last night, the brocade quilt was folded squarely on the bed, and the three small dishes on the round table were fairly fresh, but because Sheng Yuan didn't close the door properly when he escaped, a thin layer of dust fell on it.

Qian Yichen lowered his head, and suddenly found that there was a shallow circular mark next to the only pair of chopsticks. It took a moment to realize that there should be a small wine glass there, and when pouring wine, a little bit was spilled, leaving traces after the water stains dried up .

But there were no wine glasses in this room, not even a flagon.

"It's almost Haishi, Taoist priest please... elder brother and sister-in-law rest here, I rest in the room to the south, I can hear you if you shout." Sheng Yuan said in a daze, his expression unable to express the slightest joy.

... This performance is too impressive!

The new director, Qian Yichen, couldn't find fault with his unlovable appearance, and finally made a serious promise: "I will find out the truth and help you find her."

Sheng Yuan turned his head to look at the clean bed, his eyes suddenly became watery after blinking: "My lady was still here yesterday..."

Before the words fell, a call suddenly came from the courtyard to interrupt the sadness, which was long and impatient.

With a phoenix crown hijab on her head, He Lanjiu jumped out of the car as if singing an opera: "My husband—"

"My lady..." Qian Yichen's whole body was hairy from the call from the sky, and he greeted him sincerely, "Why haven't you lost it yet?"

According to the usual practice, He Lanjiu, who was dressed in a bright wedding dress, had been alone for a long time, so she should have disappeared long ago, or it is not until midnight, and the troublemaker hasn't woken up yet?

He Lanjiu didn't have the slightest attitude of a new wife, and he couldn't see anything in front of him, which didn't stop him from striding over, and beat his chest coquettishly: "I haven't got a bridal chamber yet, how can I be willing to leave?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Qian Yichen was almost beaten out of internal injuries, his chest was stuffy and he wanted to vomit blood, "Stop making trouble, hurry into the house and use it as your bait."

While speaking, Sheng Yuan had already found two red candles, lit them and extinguished the oil lamps, and the new house immediately showed a bit of joy in the candlelight.

Qian Yichen patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "If you have nothing else to do, go and rest first. I won't sleep tonight. Once the evil spirits approach, they will notice it. As long as they can find a trace, they will definitely find your wife along the way." ,rest assured."

"Yes, yes..." Sheng Yuan nodded gratefully, and scrambled to help close the door when he left.

Qian Yichen happened to be planning to do the same, and the two of them folded their hands closely on the same place on the door panel, and immediately retracted them.

"Let me do it." Sheng Yuan closed the two door panels in fear.

Qian Yichen didn't mind this very much, he turned his head and walked towards the shy lady, rubbing his fingertips.

It seems that Sheng Yuan is really worried about his wife, and his palms are as cold as He Lanjiu.

"It is said that we have to drink in the hall, but there is nothing here." The bride lifted the hijab and picked up the few dishes, and walked away disgusted.

Qian Yichen moved the pair of red candles on the table back, and sat down at the end of the bed: "Do you really think you are getting married? Sit there quietly, don't talk, and don't sleep."

"You don't let me talk, I'm sure I'm going to fall asleep." He Lanjiu walked around the room and found nothing, sat down and closed his eyes boredly, "Sleep, don't call me."

"I can't sleep, otherwise I will definitely be sleepy too!" Qian Yichen hurriedly stopped him from falling on the bed.

As soon as He Lanjiu touched the pillow, she immediately opened her eyes and hooked his neck cunningly: "You are right, since you are married, you should wake up and do some things that couples should do."

Qian Yichen couldn't help but fell towards him, and hurriedly supported his body with his arms to avoid intimate contact: "What couples should do, little guy, what do you know!"

Lan Zhong called him a young man when he was in the old house, but he called He Lanjiu "little guy". After knowing his real age, he felt that he was right.

He was originally a little guy, although he couldn't tell from his appearance.

He Lanjiu directly took off the crooked phoenix crown, and tightened her arms provocatively: "Why don't I understand? The magic weapon you put on your body... is the shiny one. I turned over the things inside."

Qian Yichen's neck slumped as if being restrained by shackles, only half an inch away from his chest, his body was so stiff that he broke out in cold sweat layer by layer: "What are you doing flipping through that! You brat, can you learn a little better?"

He knew what He Lanjiu was talking about!

That tablet computer not only stored a lot of remarks attacking the villain, but also a few small movies in his personal collection!Anyway, I usually use it by myself, Qian Yichen even saved the encryption and camouflage, and just put it in a newly created folder.

——Then it was tossed out by this guy?Can he understand simplified characters?

Qian Yichen broke down and just wanted to ask, but then realized that he didn't need to read words at all...

No wonder the fully charged tablet turned off automatically on the second day after staying in the Huaniang Restaurant. At first he thought it was due to the unacceptable environment in this world, but it turned out that the battery ran out because of He Lanjiu playing with it?

Son, a talent like you may become an Internet addicted teenager when he returns to modern times!

"If it's not good, why do you keep it?" He Lanjiu smiled and retracted her arms and sighed, "The way is mysterious, even the erotic palace can move..."

The pressure on the back of Qian Yichen's neck was relieved, and he quickly buried his face with a pillow: "Please stop talking."

What is this, does he cause serious adverse effects on minors?Even if you use the teaching of physical hygiene knowledge, you can't get past it!

He Lanjiu was next to him, and his muffled laughter grew louder: "Hahaha, why can you know some things, but others can't?"

"There are so many reasons!" Qian Yichen roared angrily, and when he looked up and saw his bride's red makeup, he became even more angry, "You are still young, some things will be discussed when you grow up."

He Lanjiu tore apart the thick and complicated red robe nonchalantly, revealing a slim chest: "...Has Feng Fan grown up? Do you like him?"

"Yeah." Qian Yichen nodded without thinking about the second question, and immediately explained, "It's not the kind of liking you understand, it's similar to people liking peaches. To be precise, it's appreciation. I admire him."

"Then you two want to get married?"

Qian Yichen hugged the pillow weakly: "I admit that I have brought you some negative influences, but you don't have to get married if you like it. There are many other ways to express your feelings."

"That's right, there is nothing related to marriage in the magic weapon I saw." He Lanjiu misinterpreted his meaning, "Then why do you like Feng Fan?"

"...He is handsome and affectionate, positive, healthy and sunny. In short, he is full of good morals worth learning. The most important thing is that he will not mess with other people's magical weapons!" Qian Yichen said loudly to the protagonist. Set of adjectives, fit or not.

It's nothing to watch the treasured little movie, but now he really doesn't know how to judge the age of the other party, so he can only refuse them all.

He Lanjiu was a little taken aback...

Qian Yichen didn't wait for a reply for a long time, and when he was about to stand up, he heard the long and clear question like running water.

"I don't have any virtues worth learning. I'm so dark that I messed with your things, but I want you to like me, okay?" He Lanjiu finally came back to his senses and finished the sentence slowly, supporting his body with his arms Sticking to his side, a sparkle of light flashed in his eyes.

That kind of expression is too serious, people can't refuse at all.

Obviously there was no threat, but Qian Yichen nodded in a strange way: "Okay... ah..."

It's a big deal, I won't black him again in the future.

He Lanjiu smiled triumphantly, and when she was sitting against the wall, she lost that lazy attitude and looked serious about vigil: "You said this, don't go back on your word in the future."

A small spark broke out from the red candle, and it was fleeting. The light in the room became brighter, and the night outside became darker.

Only then did Qian Yichen realize what he had just said, coughing a few times and emphasizing: "Even if I like you, it's the feeling of people who like to eat peaches!"

"Then do you like peaches?"

"……Okay."

"That's enough." He Lanjiu pulled out the hairpins one by one from her black hair, and suddenly heard a voice outside the door, frowning, "Shh."

Qian Yichen immediately became quiet, and asked with his eyes: Is there anyone in the yard?

After a while, He Lanjiu relaxed and shook her head: "...Maybe I misheard, there were no footsteps."

Qian Yichen was still worried, because when he was in Huaniang Restaurant, his head was lowered to the side of the bed in the middle of the night and he looked in through the gap, but there was no sound of footsteps.