My Wang Da is rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

There is a god in the extreme northern sea covered with snow all the year round.

In the Shenjun cave, there is a withered tree.

On the shortest dead branch of Shenmu, there is a small pink flower bud standing tremblingly at the end, as if it will fall off if touched lightly.

It's snowing again...

A hand with sharp bones gently covered the small flower bud, blocking it from the falling snow. There was a red line on the wrist of that hand that was so shallow that it was almost negligible. The other end of the red line submerged into the small flower bud, so clear and light almost disappeared.

"Shenjun Jiuque, you little flower won't last long."

"Jiuli, I'm going to save him."

Jiuli Shenjun was stunned, and shook the white jade wine bottle in his hand, nonchalantly: "Then go."

"Trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble, you will brew some good wine for me later, and I will take care of your little flowers to grow tall and strong."

Dots of blue light lit up under his feet, and the corners of Jiuque Shenjun's lips were slightly raised, "It's okay to be tall and strong, I will definitely keep the wine for you."

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昏暗的房间内，身着黑色衬衣的青年安静的坐在床尾，有些过长的刘海挡住了他的眼睛，钟摆晃动的哒哒声成为房间内唯一的背景音。

Tang Zhi looked at himself in the mirror slowly.

From the eyebrows to the lips, each part is very familiar when disassembled, but when assembled on this face, even he himself feels strange.

He stretched out his hand and traced the outline of his facial features bit by bit, a pair of bloodshot eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

He was paying attention to his micro-expression, even a slight tremor of the skin was enough for him to study it for a long time.

"Tell me, what is I thinking in my heart, why can't I see it?"

In three days, the grains of rice hadn't been exhausted, and the sound Tang Zhi was making at this moment was like an accordion abandoned on the street in the winter night, which couldn't be heard at all.

"Bang! Pound!"

Suddenly gorgeous fireworks bloomed outside the window, and the tiny light and shadow illuminated his side face. Tang Zhi just sat at the end of the bed and looked at the mirror all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the endless scream of the doorbell made the person who had been sitting at the end of the bed move.

Tang Zhi glanced at the monitor, narrowing his dry eyes slightly.It was hard to find the guy who was ringing his doorbell frantically from the monitoring interface.

is a man.

Without even thinking about it, Tang Zhi plunged into the quilt and rolled himself into a ball.

Anyway, the people at the door will leave by themselves when they are tired.

... After a while, the doorbell finally stopped, replaced by overwhelming infrared alarms.

Tang Zhi still didn't want to move.

I don't know who came in. The psychiatrist shouldn't treat him like this. I hope it's not the annoying guys in the organization. It's not easy to drive those guys out of the house.

Soon, the infrared alarm on the second floor was also triggered, followed by three polite knocks on the door.

"Hello, Mr. Tang Zhi, I am your nutritionist, Nian Qibai."

"..."

"It's getting late. Of course, you still have time to stay in bed. I'll call you when breakfast is ready."

Nutritionist... Tang Zhi recalled it, and found that he seemed to have signed something.

The organization was afraid that he would starve to death at home, so it acted first.

It's a pity, he has clearly persisted for three and a half days...

The voice outside the door seemed to be magical, and Tang Zhi actually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a long time.

The infrared alarm that sounded again made the people on the bed tremble. Tang Zhi opened his eyes and was drowsy. It was difficult for him to adapt to the current situation for a while.

The huge room was pitch black, and the blackout curtains tightly cut off the intrusion of light.

"Sir, it's time to have breakfast."

He actually fell asleep.

Tang Zhi was in a daze for a while, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He pulled up the quilt again and wrapped himself up in a ball, with the posture of "Let's let the east, west, north, south, north and south wind, I will stand still".

"Sir, if you don't come out, I'm going in."

"You don't want your personal space to be invaded, do you?"

The voice of the person outside the door is still gentle, even a little doting?

But Tang Zhi was a little irritable.

Seeing the ghost's pampering, that nutritionist is clearly threatening him!

He opened the door anxiously, and met a pair of clear and clean eyes.

Just as Tang Zhi thought, there was a gentle warmth in this man's eyes, but there was nothing but warmth, it was so clean that it made one's heart tremble.

"Sir, you look awful."

The young man's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his red eyes were full of bruises, and what was even more exaggerated was his lips, which were dry, cracked and peeled, so pale that they almost merged with the skin. The devil that comes out of the grave to feed.

Tang Zhi looked up at Nian Qibai carefully.

Tsk, it looks really annoying.

This kind of person with a smile on his face but no real emotion on his face no matter what happens is what he hates the most.

Tang Zhi is very good at observing other people's micro-expressions and body language, so he hates posturing guys.

On the dining table, pure white porcelain contained golden pumpkin porridge and a small dish of tamagoyaki arranged in the shape of a heart.

The pumpkin porridge was still steaming temptingly, and the faint sweetness became more obvious when you got closer.

The empty stomach pouch started to squirm at the right time, and Tang Zhi didn't really feel hungry until then, and because he hadn't eaten for a long time, he had no strength at all.

Under Nian Qibai's gaze, Tang Zhi began to eat.

The pumpkin porridge is sweet, soft and glutinous, and the tamagoyaki...although it is just a simple combination of eggs and Japanese-style dashi, it is unexpectedly mild and delicious.

The bowl of porridge was gone, Tang Zhi looked at Nian Qibai, his meaning was very straightforward: "One more bowl."

"That's not allowed, sir." Stuffing a cup into Tang Zhi's hand, Nian Qibai removed the bowl and chopsticks skillfully.

"You haven't eaten for too long, it's not suitable for you to overeat, it's better to recuperate slowly, if you like, I can do it anytime in the future."

Later... Disgusting adjective.

Tang Zhi looked down at the white fungus and red date soup in the cup, with a cold expression on his face.

The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, Tang Zhi didn't intend to speak after pressing the connect button, and the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have gotten used to this mode of talking.

[Did you see the nutritionist? 】

"I do not like."

Tang Zhi glanced at the man who was tidying up the refrigerator in the kitchen, but the man looked up unexpectedly, with a smile on his face.

[This is not possible, hurry up and recover from illness, the organization is still waiting for you. 】

Tang Zhi lowered his head to drink the soup, "Understood, Mr. Zhou."

After taking the last sip of Tang Tang, he put a bank|card on the table, "In the future, when the meal is ready, put it at the door of the room. Don't call me if you have nothing else to do."

There are a few red dates left alone in the cup——

Nian Qibai ate the remaining red dates, feeling regretful.

It seems that the dessert in the afternoon is too soft and probably needs to be replaced.

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