Use your life for the black villain [Transmigration Book]

Dongyue, there is snow.

It began to fall in the early morning, falling finely and finely, dyeing the world with fluffy white.

Qian Yichen, as a qualified otaku who turns day and night, unless he suffers from insomnia, never opened his eyes before five o'clock in the morning, vaguely heard the sound of snow falling outside, and skillfully got under the pillow to block the rustling sound.

There was a person next to the pillow, who was also not awake, but subconsciously directed to stretch out his arms and wrap them around Qian Yichen's chest.

Very powerful, yet also very cold.

"Snapped!"

Without raising his eyelids, Qian Yichen skillfully slapped Bing's hand hard.

"Ah……"

The arm carried the cold air that could not be covered for a thousand years, and moved to his waist. It was not considered as a hindrance to breathing, but it still had a sense of existence.

And move down bit by bit...

"...Don't touch me!" Qian Yichen finally broke out, and asked with his messy hair, "What time is it? What time did you sleep yesterday?"

The cold body leaned over softly, rubbing his face against the back of his neck: "If it wasn't snowing, the sky would have been bright by now."

"Don't make me get up before noon!" Qian Yichen turned over reluctantly, stretched out his calf and kicked him away, "Go away, you're dead from cold."

He Lanjiu held his ankle in a good manner, and bullied him with his upper body: "That means you are not warm enough, let's make it warmer..."

He lowered his head and repeatedly gnawed on Qian Yichen's collarbone, leaving marks as bright as the color of his lips. His hands lingered repeatedly on the waistline and slid to a more secret place.

Qian Yichen opened his eyes abruptly, took a few seconds to wake up, but could no longer push him away: "You, you let go... Didn't it happen once yesterday!"

"Once a day, we agreed." He Lanjiu brushed her obstructive long hair behind her ears, her pupils were dark, and her Adam's apple slipped impatiently.

Qian Yichen was speechless for a moment, and suddenly thought of the most crucial point: "Yesterday has passed the midnight, so it is considered a day, and today's times are used up, hahahaha!"

He Lanjiu removed the pillow that was in the way, and put her arm next to his ear: "Once in a human body, once in a demon body."

Qian Yichen: "..."

The face close at hand was extremely familiar, and the tear mole under the corner of the eye was as bright as a drop of blood, gradually growing fine lines, spreading from the neck to the chest, with a trace of pitiful flattery, which was an obvious sign of courtship.

With his naked body, he finally came back.

With a thought, Qian Yichen stopped resisting under He Lanjiu's gaze: "I really..."

"I know, I like you very much too." He Lanjiu lowered her head, controlling every inch of his skin like a siege, "It makes no difference whether you are a human being or not, as long as you are still... that's fine, don't leave."

Qian Yichen's breathing suddenly became heavier, his body felt a tingling pain, and his fingertips traced the thin and winding red lines on his face.

This person broke his soul for him, where else could he go?Not a metaphor, but a fact.

He Lanjiu has been to Fenglinzhou and got the plastic clay he wanted.Then hide it in a certain place, separate a trace of soul, carry that memory, and seal it in... Chi Ke's body.

Qingqiu is transformed by the spirit of heaven and earth, and he is superbly driven by the aura, but he may not be able to detect the hair-like wandering spirit on Chi Ke's body.

Already prepared to destroy his own soul after being discovered, he decided to take a gamble, and it turned out that he was right.

Qingqiu puts too much trust in the retrospective ability, and she can't read the memories that are unclear even to the person involved.

The only accident was the help of the hook lamp, which made He Lanjiu's plan to fish in troubled waters and regain his body when the monks besieged Qiyaozong went very smoothly.

Qian Yichen didn't know anything about it, but after waking up after reshaping his body, he heard He Lanjiu leaning against him and talking softly.

"We are safe, the hook lamp is dead."

One is reincarnated, and the other is scattered.I would rather not see Ji Fucha forever.

Human beings are difficult to divide into good and bad.

……

"I miss you very much. I thought about you every day in those days. I talked to you through the lotus of life-suppressing, but you never responded..." He Lanjiu stretched his body and moved faster.

Qian Yichen really wanted to speak, but he only had the energy to breathe.

A little guilty.

The soul does not dream, and he never thinks of anyone when he is asleep.

"I'm sorry, I, I—" Qian Yichen spoke intermittently, his black hair stained with sweat.

He Lanjiu licked and kissed the tip of his ear, and asked aggressively, "Then... twice a day from now on?"

"Twice in the human body, twice in the demon body?" Qian Yichen shrank his neck in dismay, "You, ha, you only eat three meals a day!"

"I can stop eating, but I can't live without you." He Lanjiu said very seriously.

Qian Yichen's consciousness and heart seemed to be floating on his body, turbulent and unsteady, he couldn't find his way.

He couldn't refuse He Lanjiu.

After agreeing to split the bones, I realized this more clearly.

Although I have always been easy to talk, but only when facing He Lanjiu, I seem to be particularly unprincipled.

……

The sky was completely bright, and the snow stopped for a long time before the lingering in the warm room came to an end.

He Lanjiu scratched Qian Yichen's chest with her hair to prevent him from continuing to sleep: "Get up, get up, why don't you talk to me?"

"...What did you say?" Qian Yichen's voice was a little hoarse, he coughed a few times, and did not open his eyes lazily.

"I'll take you to take a bath? With the freshest snow water, it's not a problem to soak for a day, and it can help you wipe your back." He Lanjiu took the teapot beside the bed and poured a glass of water, heated it to the most suitable temperature with demon power, and muttered again , "Speaking of which, it seems easy to get in the water..."

"No, no, forget it, how old am I, and I still need you to wipe my back?" Qian Yichen sensed the ominous meaning, and remembered the tragic end of the last time they took a bath together.

He Lanjiu silently curled the corners of her mouth and rubbed against him.

Foxes are obviously canines, why does this person act like a cat?

"Reshaping the body according to the essence of the soul is really a gift from the heavens. Fortunately, you don't look like Qingqiu now." Qian Yichen let him rub for a while, sighing meaninglessly.

Otherwise, during the period of Qiyaozong, you will see Qingqiu wearing He Lanjiu's skin, and He Lanjiu wearing his own skin.

It's scary to think about it.

After the snow fell, He Lanjiu could vaguely hear sparrows chirping outside. He Lanjiu listened for a moment, and suddenly suggested, "Why don't we eat roasted sparrows later."

Qian Yichen snuggled up against the soft-haired top of his head, ignoring his sore waist. This kind of posture after the event was quite satisfying: "Let's change to another one."

"Then I'll bring the charcoal basin in, and you roast sweet potatoes for me." He Lanjiu continued to propose enthusiastically.

Although he is doing everything now, when he speaks, he still uses a tone that is very dependent on Qian Yichen.

"That's fine too."

The charcoal brazier is lit in the airless room, and it is estimated that the news will spread to Qian Yichen's world, so he can post a post, "The well-known villain and the unknown time traveler both died of carbon monoxide poisoning."

Qian Yichen rested for a while before getting up to take a shower alone. As a straight man...a straightforward man, it usually takes about fifteen minutes to scrub and wash casually.But this time it took a full half an hour - a battle of wits and courage with He Lanjiu.

"You're so stingy." He Lanjiu stood outside the screen with her chin resting, muttering unhappily, with the red dress hanging loosely on her body.

Qian Yichen supported the edge of the bathtub to get up, took off the towel on the screen to dry his body, and suddenly heard the sound of firecrackers from far away: "What's going on outside?"

The bath water was always kept warm, and it was so steamy that it made the faces turn red, making it difficult for people to see each other clearly when they were face to face.

Qian Yichen walked out while putting on his underwear, when his feet slipped suddenly.

He Lanjiu hugged him with quick eyes and hands, and pressed his chest together: "It should be the Chinese New Year soon."

"...Ah, I still want you to go shopping in the town, but there should be no shops open." Qian Yichen felt a chill in his chest, and the heat passed quickly, "You just wear this, aren't you cold?"

He Lanjiu didn't even bother to wear the middle coat, so he just put on the red robe without a belt: "The monster's body is only good enough, I'm used to it. I'll go out and have a look now, maybe there's something for sale. What do you want to eat?"

"This is casual. You can wear more, go early and return early, be careful of the slippery road." Qian Yichen's wet black hair draped over his shoulders, turned around and took out a brand new jacket and cloak, and helped him put them on one by one. Suddenly found that his behavior can only be described as virtuous.

"Then, I went out?" He Lanjiu smiled extremely contentedly, turned back the moment he went out, pressed on his lips and kissed him hard, and finally shut Feng Han out of the door.

Qian Yichen sent him away, sat in the quiet room for a while, and then opened a gap in the window, the air after the snow was colder, but it could make the mind clearer.

The household furnishings in the house are all available, all arranged by He Lanjiu in advance.He lives in no fixed place, but unexpectedly knows the way of life of mortals very well.

"There's really no atmosphere for Chinese New Year...especially in this world without computers and mobile phones, and you don't even have to watch the Spring Festival Gala that you usually despise..." Qian Yichen's eyes fell on the pen and ink on the desk, and he suddenly became interested.

Spring couplets are the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient people.

Qian Yichen studied ink and wrote the pen, two couplets on red paper spread out, the left book's mother's mental retardation, and the right book's black question mark, only a horizontal comment.

He thought for a moment facing the festive red paper, and left two words with a stroke of a pen:

"indifferent".

……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Qian Yichen was laughing at the couplet, when there was a very light knock on the door outside.

"It's pretty quick to come back, come in directly, when have you been so polite?" He greeted without raising his head.

"That's what you said." The guest outside the door came in directly, covered in snow and snow, with a resolute and cold expression between his brows, "The place is remote, and there is a triple barrier at the door. This place where you live in seclusion The place is really hard to find."

Feng, Feng Fan?

Qian Yichen's movement of holding the red paper to dry was completely stiff, and he said after a while: "I don't have the spirit control technique anymore, what are you doing here?"

He can't save the world, he can only save one person.