After Transmigrating I And The Villain

Su Ling was ashamed.

She has always kept the work and rest of a mortal, sleeping at night and working during the day, so she often lay down when practicing the exercises at night, and she couldn't help but fall asleep.

I obviously don't need sleep anymore, but I can't help being sleepy, and then I fall asleep.

For this reason, Yi Heng has said that she has many times. After all, this is because of her psychological effects. She wants to sleep, so she will be sleepy all the time, and she will fall asleep during exercises.

I would wake up, suddenly smelling a familiar breath, like Yi Heng's body, a very faint smell.

Su Ling suddenly remembered the way Yi Heng knocked her head lightly in her dream. Although it didn't hurt, she had a guilty conscience.

I am embarrassed to raise my head when criticized in front of such a good-looking person.

Especially Yi Heng looks so in line with her aesthetics.

So her heart began to panic. With this panic, she realized that she was asleep again, and quickly opened her eyes.

As soon as he opened it, Su Ling realized that there was a familiar figure in front of him, and subconsciously shouted.

Yi Heng still wanted to leave, but Su Ling pulled her sleeves, she smiled awkwardly, and whispered, "Master, is there anything wrong?"

Yi Heng didn’t move anymore, he couldn’t bear to move. Of course he could walk, but he was dragged. The thoughts that suddenly came out of him just disappeared. Only a heart that seemed to be soaked in water was left. Was soaked softly.

Just facing the little apprentice’s question, Yi Heng still shook his head: "Nothing."

There is something he can't say either.

But when he opened his mouth, Su Ling's nose moved slightly, realizing something, and quickly sniffed, then decisively got off the bed, ran to Yi Heng's front barefoot, and saw the blood stains that hadn't been wiped off the corners of his lips, and his heart tightened. : "Did something happen? Your enemy is chasing it?"

That strange feeling came again, but Yi Heng was getting a little dizzy by Su Ling's worries. He didn't think much about it, and shook his head and said, "No."

Su Ling frowned and tried to lift Yi Heng's hand.

Yi Heng was startled, his ears started to heat up, and the soft little hands in his palms pressed against his palms, and then a warm current passed from the place where he touched to his veins, and there was a warmth lingering wherever he went.

Such presumptuously allowed his own spiritual power to enter the body of another person, if he changed another person, he would definitely exclude the other person without thinking about it, after all, it was too dangerous.

But at this time, Yi Heng only knew that he was stiff and motionless.

Su Ling said: "I don't know if it's useful, try it."

She didn't understand the rules of the realm of cultivation, and no one taught her, but she felt that spiritual power was very versatile, representing a strong vitality, and it was always useful to injured people.

"Yeah." Yi Heng replied in a low voice.

Su Ling bit his lip, awkwardly conveying spiritual power to him, and stopped until the spiritual power at the dantian was exhausted, wiped the sweat bead on his forehead, and asked, "Master, how did you do this?"

Yi Heng shook his head, his eyes closed tightly, and his big slender hand rubbed the top of her head accurately, and his voice was low and gentle: "It's okay, go to bed early."

Su Ling blushed, coughed slightly, and forgot to ask, and watched the thin figure leave.

After waking up, Su Ling rubbed her eyes, remembering what happened last night, looking at the bright sky outside the window, covering her face in shame, she slept all night again.

This covering his face reminded me of what happened last night.

Su Ling wondered if he was dreaming?

She quickly tidied herself up, and immediately ran out and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Su Ling opened the door, headed forward, looked around, and fell on the man sitting by the bed. He curled his lips and smiled, "Master, morning."

"Morning." Yi Heng nodded gently.

Su Ling looked at it carefully, her face was indeed paler than before, and she was sure that what happened last night might not have been a dream, and her brows frowned: "Master, are you better?"

Yi Heng said, "It's okay."

Su Ling's heart fell a little, but he hadn't completely let go.

Seeing this, Yi Heng moved his brows slightly and smiled: "Do you remember the formation that you wrote down yesterday?"

"...Wait for me to review it again!" Su Ling resolutely withdrew.

But she said that she wanted to review, but actually the place she went to was the kitchen.

Meng Jin is already cooking breakfast.

This person is said to get up every morning after smelling the chicken, and start to recite poems, songs, or some articles, and wait until the time is almost up before starting to make breakfast.

Granny Li also had the same time, but she had a lot of things when she got up in the morning, and she had to go out to chop wood and so on.

But today there is no one in the kitchen.

Aunt Li met her and said, "Meng Gongzi seems to be up late today."

Su Ling felt weird in her heart, and then went to Meng Jin's room and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door inside opened, revealing a pale face. Meng Jin coughed twice, and his face became paler. He was wearing a coat and a coat. He looked like he was just getting up, and his hair was still messy.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Ling felt more and more weird, and asked a little hesitantly.

Meng Jinjunxiu's cheeks were a little more confused, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know, I woke up from sleep last night, and felt pain in my chest, like being beaten in a circle."

Su Ling stared at him, feeling that he was not lying.

But this is really strange.

Naturally, she was biased towards Yi Heng. After thinking for a while, she closed the door for him: "I'm here to make breakfast today."

Then she ran to Yi Heng's room again. This time she didn't knock on the door. Yi Heng wouldn't sleep anyway, and naturally she wouldn't take off her clothes, so she didn't have to be too evasive.

Sure enough, when he opened the door this time, he was as if she had just left, as if he hadn't moved. Seeing her coming in again, he seemed to raise his eyebrows in doubt and raised his head slightly.

Su Ling walked up to him, looked at the thin cheeks with moist eyes, and whispered distressedly, "Is it Meng Jin?"

To say that Meng Jin had an accident alone, she would definitely not think too much about it, but it happened that Yi Heng also had an accident, and he vomited blood last night, and both of them had accidents on the same day.

There must be a problem with these two people, or there is a third person.

Yi Heng's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly lowered his head without answering.

Su Ling squatted down, her lips pouted, "Master, what's the matter?"

She was faintly irritated, unhappy. He was bored and refused to say it, and felt that he might have done something extra. Yi Heng is Demon Venerable. Now he is only temporarily weak after being injured. It is really necessary to fight. No matter how powerful Meng Jin is, it is impossible to be true. Hurt him.

But she was still a little uncomfortable and couldn't bear to watch him being bullied.

Yi Heng was silent for a long time, and finally when Su Ling was completely annoyed and was about to get up and leave, he said, "It's him."

Su Ling stared at him closely: "What the **** is going on? Isn't he a mortal?"

"He is not." Yi Heng shook his head.

No matter how much, I refused to say it.

Su Ling felt bored and ran out angrily.

Yi Heng looked at her back, his heart tightened, but still did not move.

hold on.

What if she was as he thought?

That way all the darkness doesn't have to fall.

It's just that things are not as Yiheng thought.

Breakfast arrived as scheduled.

Yi Heng refused the meal for the first time.

Su Ling glanced at him, did not say anything, turned around and went out.

Yi Heng's closed eyes flashed in a panic at the moment when the door was closed, and he intentionally went over to explain that he wanted to coax the little apprentice, but the torn shadows in his heart made him unable to move, and he just wanted to wait...

Wait for the evening.

When she wakes up tomorrow morning, she will find that everything is different.

In her world, there will be no more irrelevant people.

Yi Heng looked at the brown bamboo, his eyes were a little more gentle, dark, and faintly expectant.

On the slender finger, a black ring exudes a dark light.

The magic modifier hidden in the mortal world was summoned to rush to this little bamboo house.

Su Ling didn't know what Yi Heng was thinking.

She is a very simple person and likes to simplify everything.

Like it if you like it, if you don't like it, then you don't like it. Life is so bitter, and it's so troublesome to talk to others.

So when she meets people who don't say anything in their hearts, even if someone is willing to help out, she gets very angry.

Even if you know that Yi Heng is Demon Venerable, but judging from his appearance, how can he have the slightest charm of Demon Venerable?

In other people’s novels, Mozun is the kind of sitting on a high platform, awkwardly coaxing, and hands are dead. When he arrives at Yi Heng, he sits on a bamboo bed and wears a white coat. He is thin and handsome, and his voice is gentle. Supple.

If it were not for the system to say it was him, Su Ling would suspect that he had picked the wrong person.

But the other party treats her very well, and...

Su Ling clutched her chest, tilted her head, looked at the food in front of her, thinking—she didn't want to look at Yi Heng's little pitiful look.

"What? The porridge made by myself is not delicious?" Seeing her suddenly stop eating, the pale boy teased.

Su Ling blinked, shook his head and said, "No, I made it delicious."

Meng Jin smiled and ate slowly.

Inside the room, Yi Heng looked outside with dark eyes, his expression getting darker and darker.

Su Ling also smiled, took a small bite, and when it was almost done, seeing Meng Jin also put down the dishes and was about to wash the dishes, she said: "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Meng Jin wondered: "What's the matter?"

Su Ling looked at him apologetically, folded his hands together, and said, "Sorry, I can't live here for you for the time being. I can ripen more vegetables for you to take away, but I'm sorry, you have to move out today."

Meng Jin's face was dumbfounded: "What?"

Inside the house, Yi Heng's murderous intent suddenly stopped.

He straightened his eyes in astonishment.

Why... Has things come to this point?

Isn't she unhappy yet?

Still willing to drive this person away?

The author has something to say: Su Ling: The master is too useless, so the apprentice can only roll up his sleeves.