More and more strange male protagonists [Quick Transmigration]

What happened today was shocking enough. First, the figure of a demon appeared at the Dharma Conference, and many people were attacked and injured. Thanks to the timely action of the monks, there were no casualties.

But then, under the siege and capture of all the monks, the demon actually broke through the siege and went to the Buddhist altar! ——You know, there are all famous monks and masters on the altar!

Just at the very moment, another demon cultivator appeared at the Dharma Conference!

However, the more shocking thing is yet to come. The Demon Cultivator who appeared later actually fought with the Demon Cultivator in front. Although I don’t know why, it is obvious that the two Demon Cultivators fighting each other in this situation are more powerful than attacking the Dharma together. Congress is much better.

Taking advantage of the infighting between the demons, the monks who maintained order at the scene began to evacuate the crowd and heal the injured people. The respected masters on the altar were escorted by the monks and left the range that might be affected by the battle.

Hui Xin trotted to Gui Wu's side, and said anxiously: "Brother, let's get out of here quickly."

After receiving no response for a long time, Huixin couldn't help but raised her head in doubt, only to see Guiwu calmly looking in one direction - the two demons who were fighting.

Hui Xin hesitated for a while, then Nuo said: "Senior Brother..."

A hand stopped his next words, and in front of him, there was still a straight and proud figure, motionless.

In half an hour, the battle between the demons was immediately resolved. It was obvious that the demon who appeared later had a higher level of cultivation. After he beat the demon in front to serious injuries, he suddenly turned his head—his eyes went straight into the Buddha. On the stage, Guiwu's eyes.

Everyone couldn't help feeling nervous, afraid that the demon cultivator would suddenly attack Master Guiwu, but there was nothing.

It seemed that he just accidentally looked in the direction of the Buddhist altar, Moxiu quickly passed the crowd and disappeared between the jagged eaves.

……

At night, the breeze blows, the dark clouds disperse, and the cold moonlight pours down from the sky.

She Yi was sitting in the gazebo, her eyes were slightly closed, and her white robes were intertwined with the black hair hanging down, swaying in the wind.

A figure that seemed to be blending into the night approached quietly, carrying a jug, and sat on the floor opposite him.

The clear and slender liquid flows out, pours, and overflows the wine glass, and the intoxicating fragrance permeates in the night wind...

"Long time no see, Xiao Yi."

Holding the seven-point full wine glass with his fingers, he shook it slightly, but his eyes were looking in one direction, the handsome and quiet face of the young man.

She Yi slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were boundless.

"I thought you were dead."

Luo Yan sneered a little, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"Who told you that?"

She Yi didn't say anything, just stared at him silently for a long time before saying calmly: "Long time no see, Xiao Yan."

The voice was soft, drifting in the night wind, but no one knew who's heart was warmed.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Luo Yan let his eyes turn red for a moment, and his fingers holding the wine glass tightened.Suddenly he raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and the fiery liquid passed through his intestines, bringing up the fiery emotions that had been silent for a long time.

"I killed them all—"

"Those who killed their father, mother, and younger sister—57 people in the whole house."

"I have avenged them, I hope they won't blame me for taking so long to let those damned guys go down and make amends—"

Another glass of strong wine was poured down his throat, his pale cheeks finally turned rosy, his eyes were confused, like a child who couldn't find his way back.

"They won't blame you."

She Yi looked at him quietly and gave him the answer.

Luo Yan seemed to wake up, and smiled again.

"Shouldn't you question my identity? Evil and cruel demons... maybe among the people I tortured and killed, there are some innocent people?"

The air fell silent.

After a long time, Luo Yan sneered, raised his head, and poured another glass of strong wine down his throat.

Looking at the night sky, it is dark and deep, and there is no light reflected...

A generous and warm palm suddenly fell on the top of the head, Luo Yan seemed to be half a beat behind, slowly turned his head, and saw the softened face of the young man, and the eyes full of tenderness.

Luo Yan thought he was hallucinating - after all, he always looked so cold and out of the world, when he was a child, and now even more.

However, the temperature touched on the top of the head is so clear, it is transmitted to the bottom of the heart, and it is so warm and reassuring.

Luo Yan moved suddenly, turned over quickly, and hugged the opponent's body tightly with both hands, skin to skin.

Feeling the young man's stiffness for a moment, but he didn't push him away, Luo Yan smiled softly again, as happy as a child's smile.

"Let me hug you for a while, Xiao Yi."

darkening night...

**

In the past, when Luo Yan woke up vaguely, the first thing he felt the most was: It seems that he hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time...

Secondly,

"Wake up and get up."

A faint and cold voice came from the top of the head, it was a familiar voice... the top of the head? !

Luo Yan was stunned for a second, especially when he found himself lying on top of the young man like an octopus...his face turned red.

Luo Yan let go of his hands and feet pretending to be calm, rolled to the other side of the bed, and got up after a while.

At this time, She Yi had already got out of bed, her white underwear was draped over her body, her head was tilted slightly, her jet-black hair was hanging down, her fair skin, and the morning sun was pouring down from the window lattice, as if dust was floating slightly in the air. Light.

Undoubtedly, this scene was so quiet and beautiful that Luo Yan was stunned.

After regaining his senses, Luo Yan picked up the monk's robe hanging on the side and walked towards the young man.

"Let me undress you... Master Guiwu."

Teasing, and said inexplicably.

……

Ever since the two met each other that day, when She Yi participated in the Dharma conference, there was always a hotter gaze on him than ordinary people. After the day of worshiping the Buddha, when he returned to the courtyard, there was always someone waiting for him here first.

However, except for the night when Luo Yan lost control of his emotions, he didn't stay at Sheyi's place after that. After all, he still remembered that he was a demon cultivator.

Once again watching Luo Yan's figure disappear into the night, She Yi caressed the little lizard that climbed up to his fingertips, doubts flashing through her lowered eyes.

"The male lead...is he so free?"

Report to him every day.Moreover, according to the development of the plot, he came to the human world from the demon world. Besides revenge, he also carries important responsibilities, right?

At present, the male protagonist has not become the devil lord, but after ten years of hard work, he should have some status in the devil world, so this time he came to the human world, it is not just doing nothing.

But these have nothing to do with She Yi, he just needs to follow the established route of the plot.

But, why do you feel that something is wrong with the hero?

……

The Dharma conference ended a month later, and the reputation of Master Guiwu was completely resounded among human beings. Storytellers talked in the restaurant, talking about the supreme demeanor of Master Guiwu, and discussing the exquisite Dharma of Master Guiwu commentary.

For a time, Master Guiwu became famous.

Regardless of the fact that these societies are unknown for the time being, on the way home, they met acquaintances. ——In the plot, one of the female protagonists who died due to "spying" was the childhood sweetheart of the male protagonist Luo Yan.

At this moment, they had known each other for a while, and they often went to Yunjing Temple to look for him on the ground of worshiping Buddha, and everyone knew his girlish heart.

The girl lifted the curtain of the car happily, looking at Master Guiwu's eyes shining with joy.

"Grandmaster."

The monk in Tsing Yi stopped, turned slightly sideways, bowed his eyebrows and saluted: "Master Xuan'er."

The girl had already jumped out of the carriage, gently tugging on the monk's sleeve, with an intimate gesture.

"I didn't expect to meet the master here. Is the master going back to Yunjing Temple? I have a carriage, let's go together!"

She Yi pretended to struggle a bit, but she didn't break free and let her go. ——In the plot, his attitude with this Xuan'er should be at least somewhat ambiguous.

It's just that this scene fell in Luo Yan's eyes - the monk indulged the girl's transcendence, and she felt a little dazzling.

Passing by a temple on the way home, the host stayed for a day to speak, and Luo Yan, who followed quietly, got a chance, and immediately persuaded She Yi to come out for a walk with him, but her good friend She Yi agreed.

And at this moment, Luo Yan, who had restrained the aura of the demon cultivator, looked like an ordinary person who was a little cold and unapproachable.

Looking past the girl's hand that was tugging on the monk's sleeve, Luo Yan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

Inexplicably feeling the sudden drop in the air around her, the girl flinched, and leaned closer to the monk.

Luo Yan: "..." Why do you feel like shooting yourself in the foot with a rock?

The monk in Tsing Yi glanced at him, Luo Yan suddenly stopped, his eyes darkened for a moment.

——He is defending this woman.

——He was defending this woman.

Unknown irritability surged in his heart, Luo Yan didn't speak out anymore, his face remained calm the whole time, and the aura of "don't let strangers in" became even stronger.

She Yi explained the situation to the girl softly. Although she was a little regretful, the girl did not insist on letting the monk go back with her, but within a day, the girl was talking freely, and her bright smile seemed to have infected others. Except someone.

The monk in Tsing Yi raised the corners of his lips slightly. Although he calmed down quickly, the sharp-eyed girl immediately exclaimed, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she was in a very happy mood.

Only a certain person's face became darker.

At the last parting, the girl was still very reluctant.

"Master, are you really not going with me?"

"If there is fate, we will meet again. I hope that the benefactor Xuan'er will have a safe journey."

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves fell all over the ground. The monk in green swayed his soft eyebrows and spoke words of blessing.

The girl looked at it, only to feel that her heart was no longer her own. She suddenly ran over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the monk softly with a slightly dazed expression.

Then, like a little mouse that had succeeded in a surprise attack, it slid into the carriage.

The coachman raised his whip, and after a short neigh, the carriage gradually ran away...

***

At night, She Yi walked into the room arranged for her by the temple, and immediately saw the figure sitting on the bed——Luo Yan.

The monk didn't say anything, just took off his robe and robe, blew out the candle, and lay down on the other side of the bed.

This is the second time the two have shared the same bed.

The monk with a regular schedule soon fell into a deep sleep.

However, Luo Yan couldn't fall asleep.

When his eyes were full of daylight, the picture of that woman kissing the monk... how dazzling.

It was so dazzling that he couldn't help but want to kill that woman!

At that moment, he really almost couldn't control his impulse.

—kill her!

Luo Yan closed his eyes, then opened them again, all the blood in his eyes faded, and he regained his composure.

He propped himself up slightly, lying on his side, watching the monk's peaceful sleep.

Maybe it was completely relieved of him, even if he was not awakened by such a movement, Luo Yan was delighted by this discovery.

His gaze crossed the young man's forehead inch by inch, his closed eyebrows, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow, his nose bridge was high, and finally stopped at his slightly thin lips...

The air was quiet and quiet.

As if bewitched, Luo Yan slowly bent down...

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