Hidden Man [Transmigration Book]

I saw Ye Zixi with a serious face, holding a porcelain cup in his left hand, and gently twisting the pastry on the plate with two fingers in his right hand, but he accidentally used too much force, and the soft pastry instantly shattered into powder, and it fell down freely , Like white fine sand falling on the low mahogany table, it is extremely dazzling.

The hem of his clothes was not spared either, bits and pieces of dust rolled back and forth with his movements, he couldn't help feeling a little frustrated, his cold eyes flashed, he turned his head away, and two thin clouds floated quietly on his cheeks.

It's just... stupid...

It's fine for me to learn to control my strength secretly by myself, but now I'm being looked at by others. I'm still such a child, who has lived for more than [-] years with a thick skin, and I can't hold it for a while.

But before he could say anything to ease the atmosphere, another thin little hand suddenly broke into his line of sight, and gently gathered the debris together, with slow but flexible movements.

Ye Zixi sat without moving, so she was able to take a good look at the child. She was born to be good-looking, but she was a little more calm than her age. The pink flesh on her cheeks slightly ruined the beauty, but overall Still good-looking.

"Do you still remember my name and where I came from?" After staring at the child for a long time, she was still so calm, but Ye Zixi did not hold her breath and spoke first.

Xiao Junyi's right arm was broken, and now he can barely move, but after doing such a little movement, he felt a tingling protest from the bone, but he still did not change his expression and finished tidying up the table before raising his head.

It's just that the expression on that face is even more dull and unpredictable.

"Don't remember? According to the information, you were called Ayun before, so you don't have the slightest impression?" Ye Zixi rested his chin on one hand, and caught a glimpse of the child's fingers trembling slightly hidden under his sleeve.

Frowning, he wanted to grab the person to check the injury, but the subconsciously outstretched hand stopped a finger away from the person, and retracted somewhat resentfully, but was stopped halfway.

Ye Zixi's hands are beautiful, in fact, there should be no imperfection on his body, especially the fingers are long and slender, porcelain white like jade, just looking at it looks like a work of art.

Now being held by a slightly smaller hand, the strong skin color difference is like a clear river boundary, which has never been compatible in the slightest.

That hand is very small, only slightly better than the child's, and there is no way to hold his whole hand. The child stared at it for a while, loosened his fingers slightly, and then held the index finger and middle finger. Just right.

Ye Zixi was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously drew back, but heard a muffled groan from the child, his little face that was not even a little bloody was pale as paper, his lower lip was bitten by himself, and it turned slightly white, In a cold sweat.

Damn, he actually used his right hand!

But even so, the child's fingers holding him were still tightening, and even he felt a slight tingling pain. For the child's injured right arm, one can imagine the feeling.

"Don't move, let go!" The rare stern words didn't frighten Xiao Junyi at all, until Ye Zixi deliberately lowered his strength and lowered his arms softly, as if letting go and kneading, the child stopped It's almost an act of self-harm.

"Even if you are temporarily speechless, you can tell me in other ways. There is no need to treat yourself like this." Ye Zixi looked at the straight coffin face and sighed helplessly.

It doesn't make sense to be beaten or scolded, he just picked up an ancestor...

Simply in this posture, he closed his eyes and went to rest his mind.

No matter how sour the plums were, they couldn't suppress the nausea that surged up from the depths of their throats, but they were frightened by this brat just now, and they forgot about it.

It seems that next time you can think of other ways to divert your attention.

After confirming that he was asleep, Xiao Junyi relaxed a little, and let go of his two fingers. The tingling pain in his right hand had reached a level that could not be ignored. Every meridian and every cell were screaming for pain.

He leaned back somewhat exhausted, and his left hand, which had been hidden in the sleeve, was also loosened. A faint silver light flashed, and he tucked it deep into the sleeve again, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Amnesia is real, and aphasia is also real. Although this beautiful and outrageous man said that he wanted to take him away, the vigilance rooted in his mind since childhood made it impossible for him to trust such a stranger.

And... no one treats you nicely for no reason...

Although he couldn't remember who said it, it didn't prevent him from reminding himself all the time.

Even if he just saved his own life.

Even though, at this moment, he was hiding the red rag next to his chest.

Even if this person has never said a half-sentence, showing half-disgust.

Just now, as long as Ye Zixi showed the slightest intention to harm him, the steel needle would be inserted into his carotid artery accurately.

He has observed that this man is right-handed, and his right hand is restrained, so he must have no time to react.

Even if he is strong in martial arts and avoids this fatal blow, he can still stab into his abdomen, as long as he makes another stroke...

Xiao Junyi closed his eyes, calmed down the sudden killing intent and vigilance, and tried his best to ignore the stabbing pain in his right arm, no matter what this person wanted, he would die...

However, by the time he struggled from the endless nightmare that kept entangled him, his right arm had been drugged again, and even two wooden planks were added to fix it, and a long rope passed through his neck as a traction.

"Are you awake? Being sick and throwing a temper tantrum, you have to be stupid." Ye Zixi leaned on the soft bed, pushed a small plate at hand towards him, but grabbed the plate in front of her. Some pea nuts, carefully twisted, but fortunately not broken into powder.

Xiao Junrui looked down, and saw a stack of soft pastries in front of him, exuding the sweet fragrance unique to pastries. There was even a small cup of fruit tea, and the light pink petals rippled in the white jade cup. It is good-looking, and it relieves the tiredness.

"You can't eat coarse grains for the time being, and you don't have liquid food. If you don't like sweets, you can just eat some. You're already skinny. It's not to starve you to death that you've spent so much effort to bring you back."

Ye Zixi saw that the child was just staring at the plate but didn't move, raised his eyebrows and ignored him.

My child, I'm always on guard, so don't push too hard...

The rest of the journey was relatively smooth, and no bandits who didn't have eyesight dared to stare at this team of luxury cars, but occasionally Han Feng would sneak in and forcefully pull people out for a short distance. few.

However, after more than ten days, the Duantian Mountain Range could be vaguely seen. The Fuluo Sect was built on the mountainside, and a lot was dug towards the mountainside, and it was half empty inside.

This is a dangerous place, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and there are only some jagged and strange rocks left in one place. The big ones are more than ten meters long, and the small ones are about inches deep. They are deeply embedded in the mound, forming a natural danger. The road of thorns.

But for the members of the Plano Sect, it was naturally a piece of cake.

There is a very secret secret passage at the edge of the cliff at the foot of the mountain, hidden behind a broken wall, Ye Zixi watched with his own eyes one of his men fiddled with the haystack twice, and the stone wall, which seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, moved to the left Open, revealing the long and secluded tunnel.

Although he knew that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he was still shocked. It must be such an exquisite design to activate such a heavy mechanism, and the accuracy of the calculation is simply unimaginable.

Passing through the dark aisle, the torches on both sides are not enough to fully illuminate the feet. The descendants step on the shadows of the predecessors, and they will not even be tripped by the rough stones on the ground, walking like flying.

At the end of the aisle, there is the very familiar vermilion door, engraved with some unknown creature, illuminated by the warm orange torch, it seems to be outlined with gold powder along the carving, radiant, For a moment, it seemed to come alive.

Pushing the door open, more glaring light came out from the crack of the door. Ye Zixi squinted his eyes in discomfort, then raised his eyes again, and held his breath for an instant.

"Congratulations, Sect Master!"

There were dense crowds of men in black, more ostentatious than last time, wearing half a black iron mask on their faces, kneeling with their foreheads touching the ground, and performing the highest salute.

The loud voice kept reverberating in the empty hall, quite a bit annoyed, but Ye Zixi suddenly realized that he might really not be able to go back...

I don't know where this feeling came from. In fact, up to now, he still has some extravagant hopes and a sense of unreality in his heart. He might wake up one day and be in his dilapidated rental house, even if there is no luxurious brocade clothes. Eat, but feel at ease.

I used to hate the same, but now I know the peace and difficulty hidden in it.

But at this moment, he knew that he couldn't go back.

I can't say what kind of feeling I feel in my heart, uncomfortable, helpless, fearful, relieved...

The wide sleeves covered his slightly trembling fingers, but the steps he stepped out were extremely firm, even if there was wind under his feet.

Raising arms, shaking sleeves, turning around, and sitting down, all in one go, as if Ye Zixi's upper body was real, full of aura.

Half a month after leaving the church, there were many trivial matters, but no one dared to use these to pollute the ears of their leader, so the report was basically finished before half a stick of incense.

But there was one thing that caught Ye Zixi's attention.

The Yan's Heart Sutra and the dozens of members of the Yan family who were released by them all disappeared!

On the contrary, someone vaguely saw them near the Yan Mansion, but they disappeared very quickly, which made one wonder whether they had really appeared.

Ye Zixi's heart sank, her spine felt chills, and her body became extremely stiff.

If Mrs. Yan was not released safely, sooner or later the account would still be on his head!

Who did this behind his back? !

The right hand resting on the armrest was slowly squeezed, and the marble dragon beads were crushed by him, and the thunderbolts were scattered all over the ground, and the crisp sound was very clear in the silent hall, and the already empty hall was even quieter , This time I can't even hear the sound of breathing.

"Who can tell me what's going on?"

The author has something to say:

Ye Zixi: Say...can you change the plot if you agreed?Is that how it's done in TV shows?Why is the script he got different... QAQ