The full story mosaic of the hero's face [Transmigration Book]

Youhu felt that he had found the spring in his life.

Well, although he is already full of spring scenery to the point where the red apricots are overflowing and hanging on the wall (but it’s not an egg), at this moment he seems to feel that the flowers and grass in the past are all man-made plastic products. .

Well, so he was shy.

Feeling like overnight, Youhu, who seemed to have turned back into a girl, blushed and hid behind another big rock by the lake, silently staring at his sweetheart.

How should I strike up a conversation?

Wouldn't it be considered immodest to ask him out tonight?

Speaking of it, the Canghai faction is still too big, but I haven't seen him before.

It's so sad to miss it for so many years.

At this moment, Youhu felt the wind.

His whole body's muscular reflexes kicked up, and the warrior's instinct was faster than his thinking.However, the imaginary enemy did not appear. Instead, there was a sudden "ah—" by the lake, and then a loud "plop" into the water.

Youhu: "...?!!!"

Anping, who was thinking about important matters related to a man's physical dignity by the lake, suddenly felt a huge force coming diagonally from behind.However, he was like an ordinary person who encountered a typhoon of magnitude [-] or an earthquake of magnitude [-]. He had no power to resist... being knocked into the water.

As a landlubber, Anping didn't even have time to stretch his arms and swing twice, and he sank to the bottom like a weight.

Rumbling, clattering, clucking.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp.

Wait, chirp?

Anping opened his eyes, and then: (⊙o⊙)...Σ(°△°|||)︴

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp.

The water flow blurred the touch on the lips, and blurred the person in front of him even more.He could only see a face of an alien species refracted by light refracted by various water layers through the foaming water.

And, a breath of air came over.

Tweet.

Two mouthfuls of air came in.

Choo Choo Choo.

Three bites...

Damn can't lie to myself anymore that this is a pure act of rescue!

Feeling that his mouth had been gnawed thoroughly like pork in the process of two mouthfuls and three mouthfuls, Anping, who thought it was just artificial respiration, began to struggle fiercely.

Then seeing the other party in the water, he showed a vague and evil smile.

Anping had a conditioned reflex and raised his arm to press on the upper right corner of the screen.

In the next second, his waist tightened, and the water flowed backwards. By the time he realized it, he had already broken through the water with this unknown person.

The white water splashed their faces, and then they were blown by the mountain wind into a particularly killer hairstyle.Anping's eyes were flooded and he couldn't open them, so he felt the person hugging his waist chuckle:

"Why do you keep stretching your right arm? What's the meaning of pointing your index finger up?"

...Ah, I'm sorry to see Xie Mei smile and want to click cross reflexively.

Thinking this way in his heart, of course he couldn't answer like that in reality.He could only put down his arms and dry his face in a hurry, and he didn't care about his external appearance. He turned his head to look at the person who knocked himself into the water and gnawed himself inexplicably: "You, who are you?"

Then, he saw a face that... fits his own aesthetics very well, and also fits the male protagonist's painting style very well.

"Jimo Dugu!"

Anping hadn't waited for the answer from the other party, but there was a very angry roar from the other side of the bank, "Why are you here!"

There was another gust of wind, and Anping shuddered reflexively, but was stopped by the hand on his waist from subconsciously dodging.

And Jimo Youhu didn't do anything like knock him into the water (someone was holding him down on his waist, but he couldn't get in if he wanted to), rushed to the shore in three steps, swished, and landed on the other side of Anping. side.

So Anping saw another face—a face that fits his aesthetics very well, and also fits the male protagonist's painting style very well.

Looking left and right, the painting styles are obviously different, but they are both very good and very male.

"Why can't I be here?" Facing Youhu's expression of almost choosing someone to eat, Dugu didn't show any sign of flinching, "This is the back mountain, and it's not a forbidden area of ​​sect. Jimo Youhu, what are you? standard?"

There are foxes in Jimo?Jimo Dugu?

What?

Anping listened to these two familiar names, and reacted for three seconds before he faintly felt that this probably, possibly, seemed... to be the name of the hero, the villain, or some cannon fodder.

Four words, the name with melons, these three (what the hell) appeared in the original book.

Reflexively, he looked at the lower half of the two of them, and felt that something was wrong halfway down, so he hurriedly put it back, honestly resting it on a place that can be described above the neck.

Huh, it's so dangerous... If it is really an important role, considering the cultivation base and eyesight of these two people, this kind of discordant little action will definitely be caught in seconds!

"Look at his waist card, he's clearly a junior in the faction, why are you holding him!" Youhu stared at Dugu's grasping hand, looking as if he wanted to burn a hole out, "If you need it, hug your demon." Beast monsters, goblins!"

Anping: "..."

Wait, do monsters, monsters and ghosts mean that? I feel like I heard something incredible!

The author has something to say: I was wondering who is the main attacker, who is the thickest, longest and largest, um