Bai Yueguang, he closed the crematorium [Quick Transmigration]

The heat rises from the soles of the feet, wrapping around the torso like vines, clusters of flames clustered where it passed, and it felt like the body was about to be melted by the sudden burning sensation, but at the same time, the burning was gentle and lingering. Pulled deep into the abyss.

His mind suddenly became chaotic, as if something very important was being slowly burned by the fire.

What's the matter?Still, who?

The mind went blank.

Cold hands slowly climbed his cheeks, and slightly warm lips pressed against his ear and whispered softly.

The voice was soft and sweet: "Brother Yan..."

Ruoyou Ruowu's sweet fragrance poured into his nostrils desperately, passed through his lungs, and turned into a slightly numb and intimidating soul, he couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"Brother Yan...Feng'er is so hot." The skinny cat-like man leaned on him, sighed softly from his lips, and lightly pecked his sinking cheeks.

Shen Guo, who was awakened by the provocation, finally opened his eyes. What he saw was a brocade tent, candle shadows flickering, and a carved jade bed frame could be vaguely seen in the dimness. Under his body was soft and smooth brocade silk, which seemed complicated The patterns slightly scratched the skin, and clusters of fire were lit in his heart.

"Brother Yan, is it because Feng'er is not good enough?" The young man on his body raised his head slightly, his obsidian-like eyes were confused and pitiful at the moment, the tails of his slightly raised eyes were flushed, and a small red mole looked like blood. Tears rolled down immediately, staining the cheeks with fine down.

Shen Guo spoke in a daze, his mind was chaotic, and his body was scorching unbearably hot: "Who are you?"

"I am your Feng'er." The young man murmured, with tears dripping on Shen Guo's cheeks, "I will always be yours."

Shen Guo's mind suddenly exploded, and the room filled with strange fragrance left him with only this seductive monster in front of him.

The candles were suddenly extinguished, and the room was pitch black, except for the faint crying that could not be stopped. The smoke from the incense burner wrapped around the bed, and then slowly dissipated along the slightly opened windows.

The rustling snow gradually covered the eaves, and the wind was getting stronger, rolling up the snowflakes in the air and supporting the dark sky. In a blink of an eye, it was falling like a goose-feather snow, and the sky was also reflected a little brighter.

A low hum from the people around him made Shen Guo gradually wake up from his dream, the sky was already broad daylight, and the cold wind caressed the bed curtain, making Shen Guo shiver.

He saw a beautiful arm.

The tender white arms seem to have just grown, showing a slightly slender and powerful appearance. At this moment, they are draped over the quilt, and the vertical and purple welts and spots of red plums can be seen on them.

Welt?

Shen Guo's doubts deepened.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the young man who was still sleeping in his arms. It was a strange face, which slowly merged with the person who was almost demonic and beautiful under the dim candlelight last night. The slightly frowned eyebrows now had a sense of coquettishness, like white jade and peaches. There were still stains of tears on his cheeks, and he looked pitiful. This pure and lustful appearance made his heart beat wildly.

Who is this man, and why is he here again?What happened last night?

Thinking back carefully, he should have been in the first parallel world before, helping... to get the best actor trophy...

help who?

Why can't I remember the person's name and appearance all of a sudden?Are there side effects after the task is completed?

Is that now in the second mission world?Why didn't Ah Xing come out and explain the plot mission to himself?

After calling Ah Xing for a while, no one responded, and the white cloud in his mind disappeared, which made Shen Guo inexplicably uneasy.

His back was a little sore, and he didn't know how long it took to sleep last night, Shen Guo couldn't help sighing as he looked at the young man next to him.

Thinking about it now, both of them should have been drugged in that state, but even so, Shen Guo wanted to slap himself in the face.

He must have bullied people so badly.

Shen Guo slowly put the cold arm into the quilt, slowly pulled out his hand and got up to look around, opened the bed curtain and saw the clothes scattered on the clean floor.

I was stunned for a while.

The inner garment is pleated, the brocade robe, the jade belt, the cloud boots and the big cloak...

Pale yellow ochre, crimson purple pearls, white ink black rolling gold...

Hey guys, who's whose and which is which?

Bearing the chill, Shen Guo took a long time to get dressed by relying on his previous filming experience, and there was movement from the bed behind him.

The boy moved.

"You... are wearing my underwear." The boy's voice came slowly with a faint and cold voice.

Shen Guo turned his head and saw the young man with one arm stretched out under the quilt to prop up half of his body, he seemed not afraid of the cold at all, he was leaning lazily on the side of the bed, his long hair was disheveled, and his eyes were full of dark eyes. Thick black clouds stared at him.

Although he has no expression on his face at the moment, Shen Guo can still feel the disgust and fierceness that this person exudes towards him from the bottom of his bones, which is completely different from the soft and soft-spoken person.

Suddenly recalling last night, the young man seemed to keep calling himself "Brother Yan". At that time, Shen Guo was in a daze and didn't care too much.

But this boy gave people a strange feeling, after waking up, he neither got angry and scolded nor struggled with the current situation, his expression was so indifferent that he seemed to be telling Shen Guo that he was wearing the wrong clothes.

Shen Guo wasn't sure what this man was thinking, and didn't know what relationship he had with him, but after all, he had done something stupid, so he lowered his voice and said, "Then you can wear mine."

The corner of the boy's lips curled up, and he sneered slightly.

In the next moment, a stern look flashed across his eyes, and without any warning, his body moved suddenly, and he accurately grabbed Shen Guo's neck: "How dare you?"

His hands were like iron tongs, and he reached out to pull his wrist very quickly, but he couldn't break free. The young man gradually increased his pinch strength, and at the same time slowly got up, the silk satin quilt slipped off, revealing his bruised body, except for some ambiguity. In addition to the red marks, various scars accumulated one after another, which was quite shocking.

The young man looked at him condescendingly, like looking at an ant: "How dare you pretend to be Brother Yan? Are you ignoring my warning, or are you looking for death? Then I will fulfill you, my son."

Shen Guo didn't expect such a young boy to have such strength, he was restrained for a while and couldn't resist, the feeling of suffocation gradually became stronger, he actually had the illusion that he would be strangled to death on the spot.

"Concentrate on mobilizing spiritual power into the palm of your hand."

After a thrill, it was Ah Xing's voice!

He immediately tried to do it, but felt that his eyes were going to turn black, and he still couldn't do it.

Ah Xing sighed slightly: "You owe me one more time."

A sudden burst of spiritual power shook the boy's hand away, and the aftermath pushed him to the foot of the bed.

At this moment, Shen Guo once again felt the miraculous experience of opening up all five senses. The boy's indifferent expression with surprise, and the sharp palm wind that he slapped again became slow motion in his eyes, and he easily blocked his attack.

It's just that I don't know what kind of kung fu this young man practiced. With a huge force in his hands, Shen Guo's arms were numb from the shock, but he still gritted his teeth to block the next attack.

"Have you felt the spiritual power in your body? Try to mobilize it, concentrate it in the palm of your hand, and you can subdue him with another palm." Ah Xing's voice was a little weak.

Following the method A Xing said, Shen Guo finally mobilized a small amount of spiritual power to the palm of his hand, and the cool but absolute power aura guided him to pat the young man's shoulder with his palm.

The boy's body shook slightly, and he fell into the mattress, looked up at Shen Guo, and didn't make another move.

But Shen Guo's senses returned to normal in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, almost kneeling on the side of the bed.

He relied on his perseverance to hold on, and looked at the boy coldly: "Do you still want to fight?"

The young man stared at Shen Guo with complicated eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt to cover his body, blocking the spring in the room, and suddenly smiled: "I was wrong just now, my son, for the sake of last night, please forgive me."

Shen Guo was taken aback for a moment, he didn't understand why this person's mood changed so much, just now he looked like he was going to kill, but now he smiled so brightly, who is he?What are you thinking again?

"He is the Seventh Prince, Rong Feng, the protagonist of this world, Shou, the object of your mission." A Xing explained, "I'm a little weak, you can check the plot yourself when you find time."

After finishing speaking, he didn't make a sound anymore, and the white cloud that suddenly appeared in his mind seemed to be smaller than before.

Shen Guo was a little confused about Ah Xing's state, and didn't know why Ah Xing suddenly disappeared and then appeared again.

It seems that since I entered the second world, some of the previous memories are a bit vague, which is strange.

But now is not a good time to think about these things and understand the plot. The task object in front of him makes him feel dangerous subconsciously.

He looked at the boy on the bed, took two steps back vigilantly, picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them to him: "Put the clothes on."

Rong Feng's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes were as bright as stars: "Thank you, Brother Shizi."

The person in front of him had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, Shen Guo was dazzled by the smile, and couldn't help but catch his breath.

Rong Feng's current appearance seems to be that he has an extremely close relationship with him, and the killing intent all over his body just now is his own illusion.

Shen Guo thought to himself that this person must be good at disguising his emotions, and he is also skilled in martial arts, so he might be extremely difficult to deal with.

But now that I had such a relationship with him inexplicably, I really don't know how to deal with it later.

Forget it, first find a place to receive the plot well, and then discuss the rest in the long run, now you can't stay with Rong Feng for a long time, if you don't have spiritual power, if you do it again, he can't beat this weird seventh prince.

Not wanting to entangle with him anymore, Shen Guo turned around and wanted to leave, but just as he was taking a step, Rong Feng said again: "Brother Shizi, wait."

Shen Guo paused, then turned to look at him.

Seeing Rong Feng picking out clothes, his red lips said slowly: "You know what happened last night, if you want Brother Yan to know—"

Rong Feng's smile didn't reach his eyes, like a ball of thick ink, he couldn't see his true emotions clearly: "I will kill your Anle Palace until there is not even a dog left."

"Oh no." He wore his underwear slowly, and the red mole at the corner of his slightly raised eye looked extremely indifferent, "You will be left."