[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Ji Yanjian was forbidden to go out, but Chu Songluo didn't practice martial arts all day long like before, but was busy with other things.When I came back every day, my face became colder, as if a sharpened knife had finally been cut and saw the blood, and the bloody smell became more and more dangerous.

But he was very good to Ji Yanjian.

But Ji Yanjian didn't think he was treating her well.

Chu Songluo asked for his kiss, seeking his momentary expression of trance and confusion, manipulating Ji Yanjian's body full of desire to control, but his kiss always had a distant intimacy, an ignorant and gentle request.

That's not cherishing, but self-deception.

Ji Yanjian felt that she had become very smart, and could actually understand the thoughts of this deep-minded little devil.

But Ji Yanjian would still feel stupid in the end.

Chu Songluo's bullying brought tears to the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but sway his waist slightly, his mouth opened slightly, so the tongue that was demanding his mind invaded the entrance, teasing him.Ji Yanjian made a pleading voice like a small animal, but she was taken aback by the voice; Chu Songluo's panting became heavier, and the soft voice that overflowed from her throat had a sense of plundering, but Ji Yanjian actually felt that this The voice is very seductive, and sometimes he is subtly happy that he can make him make such a voice.

But it wasn't because of him after all.

Clearly knowing that it wasn't because of him, but couldn't restrain the joy of being amorous.

That's why Ji Yanjian felt that she had always been stupid.

Chu Songluo always manipulated him, making him fly between his fingers and kisses until he was in a trance, but he was always upright and clean, and finally stood aside calmly, without saying a word.

This time too.

The servant cleaned him up, and Ji Yanjian closed her eyes and called Weisheng Jiamu softly in a trembling voice.

"Hero... when will you come out?"

Weisheng Jiamu's voice was also very soft, with an indescribable emotion.

"I don't know. But...Ji Nineteen, how about we just kill him?"

Ji Yanjian said, "Don't tell me 'we'."

Weisheng Jiamu laughed softly, "Be more sensible, Ji Nineteen."

Ji Yanjian nodded and replied, "Okay."

After a moment of silence, he shook his head hesitantly, "But I understand everything... This kind of thing is not really a feeling at all. At best, I'm just—forget it, if I say it, you really won't use it with me." 'We' lah."

Weisheng Jiamu didn't speak.

Ji Yanjian then turned over, put her hands in front of her eyes, and carefully stared at the direction of the palm prints.

"Hero, have you ever been homesick?"

"Weisheng Jiamu doesn't exist anymore." Weisheng Jiamu couldn't hear much sadness in his voice, instead he asked him very softly: "Are you homesick?"

Ji Yanjian didn't answer him, but paused for a while and asked sullenly: "Hero, do you seldom cry?"

So Weisheng Jiamu's voice became more gentle: "Do you want to cry?"

Ji Yanjian stared blankly at a certain spot on the roof for a while, and then asked hesitantly: "...Am I really stupid?"

Weisheng Jiamu's voice seemed to come from far away.

"You're not stupid, you're just kind of stupid."

Ji Yanjian turned over and lay down on the bed with a silly smile.

"Hero, you have learned the skills of Duan Zishou without a teacher."

"You must be using my face now, smiling stupidly."

Ji Yanjian was even happier, as she smirked, tears fell silently.

**

It was time for Feng Hongguang to "die".

He started to work on the transfer of power within the church, and more and more confidential matters were handed over to Chu Songluo.It's just that he deliberately didn't deal with those elders, obviously intending to make Chu Songluo realize "how much his existence is a kind of protection for him".

He gradually showed a debilitating appearance, and became more and more "friendly" to hold hands with Chu Songluo to recall the past, while talking with tears in his eyes, an old man who felt that his destiny was approaching, relieved and at the same time The look of reluctance.

The original Chu Songluo had long been coaxed into being obedient and cunning by him. Seeing this picture, he must have been deeply touched, but Chu Songluo himself is a liar with a higher rank than him, not to mention Feng Hongguang's painstaking efforts to make it good. If you follow his path, you can save yourself some effort.Therefore, he has always been gentle and obedient on the surface, and at this time, he expresses the reluctance and sadness of a young man who is reticent and seldom expresses his emotions towards his benevolent adoptive father in a subtle and vivid way.

Both Feng Hongguang and Chu Songluo were very satisfied, so Feng Hongguang "died" in winter one year later.

The news spread quickly, not only within the Asahi God Sect, but also everyone in the world knew about it.Because Taishan Beidou, the right way who was at odds with the leader of the Demon Cult, also left after a few days.There were many rumors among the people, saying that Daoist Feng no longer worried that the old devil would come to disturb the order of the world one day, so he felt relieved to leave the funeral to the juniors.

Chu Songluo has been kneeling in the mourning hall for two days.

On the second night, under Weisheng Jiamu's guidance, Ji Yanjian barely learned to use lightness kung fu, mobilized the abundant internal energy in this body, and secretly ran to find him.

Facing the catalpa wooden coffin, Chu Songluo's figure still looked very tall and straight.The wind and snow outside the door were heavy, Ji Yanjian braved the heavy snow to come in, but he didn't move at all, just said: "I didn't allow you to come out."

Ji Yanjian felt that he seemed to have lost weight a little more. Looking from the side and rear, there were light blue stubbles on his chin, and there were blue signs of fatigue under his eyes.He realized that he had to look up slightly to look at him—this was no longer the bewildered teenager in the mountains who had lost his friends.

Not hearing his answer, Chu Songluo sighed invisibly, "Come here."

When Ji Yanjian came over, Chu Songluo hugged him into his arms, gently caressing his side face, exhaled tiredly and heavily, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you come out? "

Ji Yanjian thought for a long time, but couldn't think of an answer.

Weisheng Jiamu then sighed, "Let's say I'm awake, but I can't come out."

Chu Songluo raised his eyebrows and smiled sadly, but his eyes were bloody and cold, "Then, can he feel me?"

He poked his hand through the skirt of his shirt, grabbed the light trembling, and leaned over to kiss him, as if he was too tired, his kiss had a heavy sense of oppression, without tenderness or pity.Chu Songluo leaned all his weight on him, forcing Ji Yanjian to back up again and again, and finally his body hit the wall.

"Can he feel the pleasure of being fooled by me?"

Ji Yanjian desperately shook his head and remained silent, while Chu Songluo looked at his reddened eyes, and licked him tenderly, "Don't cry."

There was a bit of command comfort in this sentence, but Ji Yanjian grabbed his lapel and finally couldn't help crying, but he heard Chu Songluo's voice with a cold and seductive meaning: "You might as well ask him, how is it? "

He directly played with and bullied Ji Yanjian, and he called Weisheng Jiamu in his heart, but what he answered was overflowing, very soft gasps.The change in his expression seemed to be noticed by Chu Songluo, and a sharp smile appeared in those dark eyes.

"Looks like he's quite happy."

His own voice overlapped with the voice of Jia Mu in his heart, and Ji Yanjian felt a kind of happiness that was so depraved that he gave up everything, but Chu Songluo put an index finger on his lips.

"Shh-"

"The foster father's body is still here, don't make a sound."

Ji Yanjian's accusing eyes seemed to be received by him, and Chu Songluo pretended to be innocently puzzled, "What's the matter? - Oh, you mean my hand."

While saying this, she played with him more deftly.

Chu Song laughed in a low voice, joyful and mocking at the same time.

"Ah, it's my fault."

But Ji Yanjian inexplicably felt that he was actually very sad.

He couldn't figure out what kind of mood he was in now, and he didn't know how to kill this man in the end.

When Chu Songluo blocked his voice and entered him, Ji Yanjian couldn't help but let out a small sigh while actively replying to his kiss, sending her desire for more intense heat forward.

"You also... want... huh... am I dead?"

Chu Songluo's eyes were extremely gentle at the moment, and there was a vague emotion that Ji Yanjian could not express.

He didn't answer, looking up for more kisses.

So Chu Songluo teased his tongue lightly like torture, sucked lightly, and then let it go quickly, like a dragonfly touching water, while raising his hand to cover Ji Yanjian's eyes.

"do not look at me……"

He bit his earlobe lightly with his teeth, his voice muffled.

"……do not look at me."

Only then did Ji Yanjian realize that the sound of the reward points being transmitted ding-ding-ding.

——It turned out to be pain.

It turned out that he was so painfully seeking this warm pleasure.