Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

The smile on Yan Wujiu's face disappeared without trace.

The moonlight is cool, reflecting his eyebrows and eyes, like mountains and waters, picturesque.

He is like winter when he doesn't smile, his brows and eyes are sharp and cool, and he looks at people quietly, like a frosted sword and snow blade, drinking blood and kissing his life.

The cold and fierce Qingyan, the more ruthless the more touching.

With this step of Fen Lian, there was a slight relief in his eyes.At this moment, the eyes that have no desire, no desire, empty and detached, the self-sustainment of restraint and abstinence is slightly gone, gentle like water like the night, quietly overflowing the shore, boundless, infatuated and far-reaching, quietly looking at Yan Wujiu.

Like the inner demon imprisoned in layers of pagodas, the ban was slightly lifted, and the repeated wooden fish scriptures stopped, and finally he was able to look out through the gap in the window lattice.

Look at his obsessions and mistakes throughout his life.

Obsessed with obsession, indulging in obsession, not seeking detachment.

The more ruthless Yan Wujiu's eyebrows and eyes are, the sharper and more gorgeous they are.

It's like the more he laughs, the harder his smile becomes, the darker and more dangerous his eyes become, the more frivolous and sweet and seductive he is.

Fen Lian looked at him quietly, his eyes were as infatuated as the rotten wood waking up from Nan Ke's dream, gentle and joyful.

Seeing that person looking at him coldly, he stretched out his hand to him without hesitation and hit him hard.

The sky is full of moonlight and frost, the stars are dim like the wind, and the moonlight and dew are blowing on the pond full of lotus flowers.

The monk who did not resist was pushed down on the sapphire-like ground, and the overlapping flowers of hibiscus swayed and fell.

The impact on the back of his head, which was not light or heavy, caused his eyes to be colorful, as if he saw countless pictures from the past, gathering and dispersing like fireflies.

The person who knocked open the door of the five-color world of mortals was kneeling on him, with fierce eyebrows and a smile on his lips, holding a light-colored hibiscus plant against his throat.

The most beautiful dandy bully in the world, raised his chin in a dignified manner, frivolous and arrogant, condescending: "Don't try to fool him easily, he is indeed a demon monk, monks don't lie, you are lucky, you have lied to me from beginning to end."

Fen Lian lay there, watching him quietly, her indifferent and noble face was pure and restrained, like this pond full of night lotuses.

"I'm sorry." The deep voice was soaked in sandalwood Sanskrit, but it was gentle and traceless.

Yan Wujiu's long eyebrows raised slightly, and the flower branch approached his Adam's apple: "If you say I'm sorry, it's an admission."

"Yes."

A sneer: "Okay. Where was the first time we met? By the Sishui River, or under the clump of tulips in front of my steps?"

"Riverside."

The man leaned down, stood close to him, stared into his eyes, smiled but not a smile, and said in a vicious and light voice, "Hey, it really is a demon monk. You said you wanted to bully me, so tell me clearly when you were tempted and wanted to How to bully?"

Those amber brown eyes, so close, looking at him without blinking, seemed to melt their souls.

Even if you are stabbed, you cannot look away for a moment.

Fen Lian looked at him quietly, and slowly cut off her low and indifferent voice, revealing her filthy and evil thoughts to him: "At first, I just thought that this Tanyue Lord was born extremely beautiful. For some reason, I forgot I stopped where I was going. Then, I heard you talking and laughing at others, and I forgot everything else. I only heard that I was mentioned. My heartbeat became chaotic. At that time, I didn’t think about anything. I was subconsciously thinking, maybe you will talk to me."

The man smiled mockingly, blinked slowly, his eyes were faint and cool, and the hibiscus in his hand tapped his chin.

The voice was contemptuous and conceited, and said arrogantly: "Oh, I am obviously a bald donkey. Besides, what if the young master is molesting people, you want to do justice for the sky?"

Fen Lian: "..."

The monk's lips were slightly pursed, even at this time, his face was solemn and pure-hearted.

The arrogant young master tilted his head, with a half-smile, his eyes were fierce, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "There are so many people by the river, let me think about it, what did you want to do when you pushed me to the tree?"

Fen Lian's eyes were empty, her natural indifference and loneliness could not be maintained even for a moment, her restraint, abstinence and arrogance seemed to be blown away by desert wind and sand.

Like a blank sheet of paper full of criminal evidence, waiting to be blown away with a single blow.

He looked at his karmic debts, and for a moment, he said softly: "I want to possess you. Let them turn their backs, only listen, not look. Want to be the worst person in the world, greedy and shameless, Robbery and plunder, full of evil. Even if you cry, don't stop. Bullying like this."

Snapped.

The flower branches of hibiscus smacked on the face, leaving a faint red mark.

The expression on Fen Lian's face was indifferent and calm, without expecting forgiveness, her eyes were empty, but she looked at him without any hesitation.

As if one glance, then one less.

However, those black eyes seemed to be dripping with cold night dew.

Yan Wujiu's fingers were covering his heart, and he felt that the heartbeat under his fingers would stop intermittently, inaudible.Only then did he realize that he was not as calm and meaningless as he appeared on the surface.

Fen Lian's deep voice was gentle and calm: "If you want to kill me, then..."

Snapped.

Hibiscus pressed against his lips.

Yan Wujiu was condescending, his eyes dim and dim, he looked at him quietly with a half-smile, and said, "Sex Monk, you are indeed not clean and your five aggregates are not empty. What are you doing to repay your kindness? You appeared in front of me, and you are deliberately deceiving me." Bar."

"Yes. Deliberately."

Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, leaned over and moved his fingers up along his chest, pressing on his neck and Adam's apple.

Gently, insignificantly: "Full of lust, why did you have a cold and fierce face back then, with eyes in the sky, bullying me all day long, even if you don't smile, you don't even look at me. Huh?"

Fen Lian remained motionless, not indifferent, but lost all reactions.

"Do you like it, or hate it?" The fierce voice fell on my ears, and there was also the distant fragrance of that person.

Fen Lian's empty eyes closed and opened again, with no desire or desire, her voice was indifferent, but it sounded decisive: "I like it. I don't have confidence in myself, so I dare not look at it."

There was a sneer in his ear: "Coward."

The man leaned on his body, and when he sneered, the trembling of his body spread to him.

Fen Lian looked at the sky above her head, the moonlight was hazy and high, like a dream that was hard to tell whether it was real or not.

What a coward.If only he really was.

"Is the loss of memory also fake?" The man asked with a smile.

"Then it was fake."

"When did you recover? Do you remember what happened?"

"Thatched cottage, when you pushed me down, you already remembered something."

"Heh. Why don't you admit it and keep pretending?"

With a deep voice, a little forbearance, he said calmly: "You only like Lianlian, not me."

"So, you pretended to be a fool and lied to me?"

"……Um."

"Vulky donkeys. Do you know why people call you bald donkeys? Because you always ride a little donkey to deceive people. If you see a donkey from a distance, you will know that you are coming. Bald donkeys are liars."

Still feeling out of breath as he spoke, the person who was resting on his shoulder bit his slightly pursed lips viciously.

After biting, he kissed again habitually, rubbing the corners of his lips.

With a sweet and bad voice, she whispered frivolously: "Don't you dare to press me on a tree and bully me in public? Why do you have no desires, no desires, and no desires?"

The rebellious fingers did whatever they wanted, suddenly smiled and mocked: "It turns out that it's not really abstinence."

The deep and indifferent voice was slightly unsteady, and he restrained himself: "No blame, don't make trouble."

The man smiled lazily, and whispered contemptuously: "Give you a chance to bully me, okay?"

The person under him instantly stiffened, but the heat and thin sweat under his fingers could not be deceiving.

Yan Wujiu's fingers did their own thing and acted recklessly, peeling off the holy green lotus.

Excited, kissed and bit, found that the touch was very good, and became more and more wanton.

That monk, who was bold in his mouth, flirtatious in his words, but extremely holy and ascetic in reality, allowed him to be curious and playful on himself.

Only when he was being kissed, he didn't hold back, his fingers held back again and again, but he still couldn't help pressing the back of that person's neck.

Even if it was inconvenient to be in a lower position, it was enough to make that person whine and bite him, and then he was able to break free angrily.

Just like that, the bully master didn't learn his lesson.

The monk with an indifferent expression and gentle eyes sighed softly, and smoothed his messy purple official uniform with his fingers, so that the night would not see him.Please touch him gently and carefully.

Then, he stopped politely.

Yan Wujiu opened his slightly squinted eyes, and tilted his head slightly to look at him: "That's it, that's it? The bullying is over?"

Only Fen Lian was in a mess, he didn't care, touched Yan Wujiu's temples, his eyes were clear and long, silent and affectionate, and his voice was restrained: "If you continue, you won't get more happiness. There is no need."

Yan Wujiu looked at him coldly, knowing that it was impossible for the other party not to discover the secret of his body after so long, but he was still depressed after being exposed.

Fen Lian looked at him quietly, and said in a deep voice, "I'll be with you. I don't need anything you don't have."

Yan Wujiu closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against his, and was gently hugged.

After a long time, he smiled and said vaguely: "Then you, like it."

Fen Lian paused, suspecting that she had heard something wrong.

Although there is geothermal heat nearby, the wind in October is already very cold.

Fen Lian's monk's robe was scattered, covering Yan Wujiu's body, the cool wind hit, but his heart, mouth and body were hot.

He looked at the lonely pot of tumi that had passed its flowering period.

After many days of careful care, in the heat of the earth these few days, there seemed to be some buds emerging between the green leaves.

Maybe after nowhere, it doesn't mean the end.Perhaps, it will be a new beginning.

He wanted to be sure: "I'm not Lian Lian who is crazy and doesn't remember anything, you can..."

The noble and arrogant young master lazily said, "No."

Fen Lian: "..."

The person in the arms rubbed against him dissatisfied: "It's freezing, hold me in. I'm very good at martial arts now, and you tell me to face the moon again... Tsk, you shouldn't be like that before, you want me to watch the moon with you Bar?"

Fen Lian pursed her lips slightly, and said, "Yes."

Yan Wujiu was originally lazy, but upon hearing this, he opened his eyes and looked at the monk whose brows were holy and clean, but whose face was cold and aloof.

He lightly poked his face with his fingers, with a half-smile: "Master is so good-looking, let me teach you, next time you want to ask someone to accompany you to watch the moon, all you need to do is smile."

Fen Lian looked at Yan Wujiu intently, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but the corners of her eyes were still empty: "If you want to be liked by you, what should you do. Can you teach me this too?"

He seemed indifferent, but for some reason, when Yan Wujiu looked at it, he had the illusion that every inch of his eyebrows was soaked with tenderness.

"Okay. Get up tomorrow and start teaching until you know it. Now, I'm sleepy."

The noble and frivolous young master stretched out his hand, although he was dazed, the monk had habitually picked him up and placed him in the warm quilt.

Then, as usual, he was dragged and used as a pillow.

I have to study tomorrow, a very important course.

Despite all the distracting thoughts, the monk closed his eyes and fell asleep faster than ever.