[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

"Can I keep him for a few more days, that is, to strengthen his impression of me?"

Ji Yanjian's voice became blurred, "Then... well, I'll go to consult." After a long time, his breathless voice came directly from his mind again, "The superior said, you are allowed to keep him Up to three days here!"

**

When the morning light of the next day awakened Weisheng Jiamu, he hesitated for a moment before realizing that he had fallen asleep unknowingly, and the boy in his arms had disappeared. He lifted the quilt and sat up, and a machete immediately across his neck.

Weisheng Jiamu smiled wryly, "The injury you left yesterday hasn't healed yet, why don't you think it's not enough today?"

The young man took out a token in front of him and wrote the word "御" on it, "Are you from the imperial court?"

The token hangs with flower spikes dangling in front of his eyes, but Weisheng Jiamu feels that he can't take his eyes off his bony hands, the blue blood vessels on his wrists, and the faintly visible beautiful arc of his forearm, which has a kind of secret energy. momentum.In fact, he has no status here, but he didn't explain anything. He smiled slightly and asked him, "How do you know this is the token of the imperial court?"

Chu Songluo's voice became muffled, "The adoptive father also has them, I've seen them before."

Weisheng Jiamu remembered that Feng Hongguang was also related to the imperial court, and he looked innocent on the surface.

"You stole my token."

He said that the token belonged to him, but he didn't admit his identity—but obviously the little devil had already identified him as a member of the imperial court, and the knife against his neck became more forceful.

"—you want to go?"

Weisheng Jiamu was dumb, thinking that he didn't ask himself why he came here, and why he was here, but only asked him if he was going to leave, so he couldn't help testing his answer: "Can't I go?"

The token immediately burned in the boy's palm and turned into ashes. He turned to Weisheng Jiamu, pursed his lips, and said, "I said I would kill you."

Weisheng Jiamu didn't panic, and stretched out his hand to touch the top of his loose long hair—out of an inexplicable psychology.Chu Songluo wanted to hide immediately, but couldn't dodge at all, glaring at him with his obsidian-like eyes.

"You haven't even recovered from your injuries, so don't overestimate your capabilities."

Chu Songluo glared at him fiercely, but Weisheng Jiamu looked back at him with a slight smile.

After a while, Chu Songluo's shoulders slumped, and he turned his head and said something in a low voice.

"..."

Weisheng Jiamu raised his eyebrows playfully, but still smiled softly like a spring breeze, "What?"

The little devil showed restraint and reluctance, raised his voice slightly, and said in an awkward command tone: "You are not allowed to go."

"why?"

"..."

The little devil was silent, just lowered his head, and the tips of his ears were red.

Weisheng Jiamu knew that he already had a little dependence on himself, and he couldn't force him too much at this time, so he asked with a smile, "——Since you are keeping me here to kill me, why should I stay willingly?" Woolen cloth?"

"Because you can't die."

Chu Songluo's words made Weisheng Jiamu stiff.

But he immediately understood how Chu Songluo made this judgment——

"The wound from yesterday has healed."

Weisheng Jiamu pretended to be very calm when he knew it long ago, and asked, "So?"

The little devil answered him while putting the oddly shaped and extremely sharp scimitar back into its sheath.

"Ordinary people must die and fear death, so they want to live forever; since you can't die, what you want must be death."

Half of the boy's face was immersed in the morning light, and his eyes were bright, because his voice was still a little hoarse during the voice change period.

However, he was extremely serious.

"Only in this world can I kill you."

"—Before then, I can't die, so you can't go."

Weisheng Jiamu laughed silently.

"I'll wait and see—"

While smiling, his brows and eyes were crooked, and he seemed to ask casually: "Then, what do you want when ordinary people want to live forever?"

The sun had already risen, and the fluffy light on the boy's body disappeared, and his eyes had a kind of silence and dryness that didn't fit his age.

"Someone gets a genius, burns it, tempers it thousands of times, and forges it into a knife. Love it dearly, polish it and watch it every day-now the knife is about to be completed."

"This man made knives only to kill people."

"This knife was made to kill people."

The boy's eyelashes were black and long, forming a small fan-shaped shadow under his eyes when he lowered his eyes slightly.But he doesn't look soft and good-looking, but sharp and cold, just like a knife.

"As a human knife, I... only kill people."

——What is this emotion?

Weisheng Jiamu couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Not sympathy, not pity, not hatred, not anger.

It's just a little empty, as if there is a strong wind howling in the chest cavity, and the sound of whimpering is rolled up.

But he still responded to Chu Songluo's words in a timely manner.

"—But, are you willing to become a sword?"

The boy suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him in surprise.

What answered him was Weisheng Jiamu's best smile, which was soft and warm, and it was just the right ambition to try to get close, "Do you know what weapon I am best at?"

The boy's eyes fell on the long sword he had placed beside the bed.

Weisheng Jiamu's smile deepened by two points, "Why don't I make your sword."

"When you have a sword, you are no longer a knife."

"You're not supposed to be just a knife."

After hearing this, Chu Songluo raised the corner of his lips reluctantly, "How do I know how to use a sword?"

Weisheng Jiamu took his hand and put it on his cheek, and said softly, "I will teach you of course—there is arrogance in the sword, and the person who holds the sword has to wipe it frequently and polish it diligently, so that the sword will become sharp. sharp."

He laughed silently, and continued.

"When one day, you become so strong that you no longer need me, you can kill me as much as you want."

There won't be that day.

The knife will get rusty, brittle, and turned into a piece of junk by the damp warm water.

It's not a good thing to be a good person who is influenced - especially when Chu Songluo is about to struggle to survive in this demon sect.

Fight your conscience.

Wrestle with the darkness.

Go touch the taste of blood.

Forever self-denial, contradictory struggle.

Always a sweet kid.

On the journey of revenge, Weisheng Jiamu is a very patient person.

**

Chu Songluo was really cultivated into a precious knife.

Because apart from his extraordinary talent in martial arts, his accomplishments far surpassed others, he couldn't even take care of his own life, and he seriously lacked common sense in life.Weisheng Jiamu couldn't help but suspect that such an uncommon person, if he grew up according to the original path, how could he be in charge of such a huge Asahi God Sect.

On the second day after Qingming, it was time for Chu Songluo to go to Islam.Weisheng Jiamu knelt on the ground to put on his boots for him, stood up and straightened his clothes, and finally asked with a smile, "Am I a qualified servant?"

The little devil walked down the mountain first with a blank expression.

Then Weisheng Jiamu raised his sword and followed, with an unconscious smile on his brows and eyes.

Ji Yanjian's voice was laziness in his mind, "Ah——I'm finally going back to the Devil's Cult~ I can't earn reward points for my whole life in this mountain, and I'm going to starve to death!"

Weisheng Jiamu's smile then became much cooler, "Didn't I influence him these two days?"

Ji Yanjian was listless, "It's time for you to instigate against the little devil and the old devil! After that, there will be no harvest. Your work efficiency is so low that we will all die sooner or later—"

--incite defection?

The first bonus point is when he says "you're just being hugged so little".

The last time was because he said that Chu Songluo should not be just a knife.

But the reward points that Ji Yanjian initially explained came from the system's judgment on the degree of "influence" - if "influence" is only to make people kind and gentle, then he can definitely get more than just this little reward point.

He vaguely thought of something, but he didn't grasp that thought, frowned, then let go for a moment, temporarily put aside the matter, and followed Chu Songluo half a body away after two steps.

The boy didn't even look back, and suddenly said, "I don't know your name yet."

Weisheng Jiamu was stunned for a moment, then replied with a decent smile: "Young master, this slave is newly sent these days, you can call me Wei Jiamu."

"Wei Jiamu."

Chu Songluo repeated his name, nodded, very "young master".

"You did very well."

After saying this, he suddenly increased his pace, opened the distance, turned a corner and left.

Only then did Weisheng Jiamu come to his senses, he was answering his "quite qualified" sentence.He also turned a corner, the back of the young man in front was still straight, but Weisheng Jiamu could see that he was running away.

He couldn't help laughing, and immediately suppressed his smile.

**

When Chu Song fell, a maid crawled into his bed.

She took the medicine and used the incense.The woman's body has a kind of plump curves, in exchange for a young boy who is still a little bit young, unconsciously guided step by step to release the instinctive impact and gasp.

At nightfall, the woman was taken away, and it is not known where she fled before she was executed.

The leader was furious, causing Chu Songluo to be whipped and punished without mercy, and reprimanded him for not being able to recognize this medicine, wasting so much of his training efforts.

Weisheng Jiamu knew that the woman was the famous "Miss Su". No one knew her name, but only knew that if she liked someone, she would definitely have a romantic affair, and her methods were so superb that she was never caught.Later, over time, some people in the world used "Miss Su has taken a fancy to me" as a source of pride to show their excellence, but he didn't know that Miss Su also had a crush on Chu Songluo.

Weisheng Jiamu also knew that what Feng Hongguang was angry with was not that the woman ran away, but that he was worried that the knife he had managed to raise would break in Wenrouxiang.

After Chu Songluo was whipped in front of the leader's hall, he knelt for a whole day before he was allowed to go back to his room.He didn't feel any pain at all, he just recalled how long it had been since he finally hugged a sweet and soft girl.

Feng Hongguang got angry, which was what he expected.

On the surface, Feng Hongguang is the orthodox Taishan Beidou, and underneath is the leader of the Demon Cult. In fact, he is still a member of the imperial court.

No, to be precise, the court is Feng Hongguang's court.

He lives by sucking the luck of the Great Xia Dynasty.

In a sense, Feng Hongguang and Chu Songluo are actually the same existence, but Feng Hongguang's structure is much smaller.

All Feng Hongguang's activities are to make the emperor on the dragon chair sit securely; but he cannot be found by Tiandao that he is stealing the luck of the Great Xia Dynasty, so he can only act indirectly.

The surname Weisheng of Weisheng Jiamu comes from the surname Ji and is a descendant of King Wen of Zhou.Feng Hongguang Guanxing knew that Weisheng Jiamu's father——Weisheng Haocang, although he was a beggar, had the air of an emperor, so he hurriedly accepted him as his apprentice, suppressing and devouring his luck, so that future The emperor became a martial arts leader, which is quite remarkable.Born a new emperor star, that is to say, the original emperor was not good, so he killed the previous emperor and replaced him with a new puppet emperor.

And this Chu Songluo's biological father, with the body of a mere mortal, actually read the movement of the Emperor Star, so he must be killed.After killing that family, he discovered that Chu Songluo was a genius, and considering Weisheng Haocang's growing reputation, he brought him back to train him to check and balance Weisheng Haocang.

This world is obviously much more advanced than the previous world, compatible with many complicated settings, and Ji Yanjian's system is also very interesting.

But Chu Songluo's thoughts were drifting back and forth at the moment, and in the end he couldn't do without the joy of having sex. Weisheng Jiamu was putting medicine on his back again, and his fingers touched the skin on his back little by little.Although he didn't feel pain, the itching was still there.Thinking about it, Chu Songluo almost wanted to explode.

At this time, when Weisheng Jiamu asked him while applying the medicine: "Does it still hurt?", Chu Songluo suddenly had bad thoughts again, and asked him in a hesitant tone——

"Did that person... escape?"

Weisheng Jiamu suddenly remembered the feeling of the wind whistling in his chest.

Obviously he was looking at him, but he felt inexplicably lost in his heart.

He has secrets and malice in his heart, and he uses hatred to win the trust of the other party.

Weisheng Jiamu never thought about loneliness.

——Before embracing Chu Songluo.