Quick Transmigration: The host wants to die

Chapter 791 Sending a Birthday Gift

Chapter 791 Sending a Birthday Gift

Ruan Xiaoli attacked Xiao Heqi crazily without saying a word.

Xiao Heqi dodged with his back several times, passing the sharp knife point almost every time.

"Don't hide, fight back."

"It's really unreasonable for you to kill me and not let me hide."

"Fight back."

"Is Chen Jie in such a good mood today, then I will play with you as a teacher."

After all, Xiao Heqi blocked her attacking software with his jade flute in his hand, he blocked it with his jade flute and then dazzled closer.

In an instant, the two were very close, Ruan Xiaoli frowned and retreated while the software continued to attack.

The soft sword injected with inner strength is sometimes soft and sometimes hard, Xiao Heqi used the jade flute to resist it.

Suddenly Xiao Heqi grabbed the air strike Yuxiao and knocked it directly on Ruan Xiaoli's wrist.

Her wrist went numb for a moment, and she couldn't hold the sword in her hand.

The soft sword fell to the ground with a thud, and Xiao Heqi's jade flute also landed on Ruan Xiaoli's mouth.

Xiao Heqi smiled brightly: "Jian Jie lost."

"What you are holding is Xiao, not a sword. Is it useful to hold it against my heart?" After speaking, Ruan Xiaoli quickly reached out and grabbed his throat.

Now Ruan Xiaoli can break his neck with a little force.

Xiao Heqi was helpless, he felt the cold fingers on his neck, and said, "Jian Jie, why are you so competitive."

All right, 'he' wins.

Xiao Heqi guarded Chang Xiao, but Ruan Xiaoli did not let go.

Xiao Heqi's eyes moved slightly, and he deliberately said, "Jian Jie, how long are you going to touch my neck?"

Ruan Xiaoli pressed his fingers expressionlessly.

Xiao Heqi's eyes widened in an instant, and the cold fingers on his neck loosened in the next second. His face was flushed and he couldn't help coughing.

"Cough cough cough... Murder, cough cough cough... You have no conscience."

Ruan Xiaoli bent down and picked up the sword on the ground, she walked into the house with her hands behind her back.

Ruan Xiaoli was in a great mood, touching someone's neck?does not exist.

Tea was already set up in the room.

Xiao Heqi rubbed his neck and walked in: "If you pinch harder, my life will be gone, and you won't be able to live even if I die."

Murdering the young duke is a big crime.

"I buried you secretly, no one will know that I killed you." Ruan Xiaoli poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

The back of Xiao Heqi's neck felt cold for no reason.

Xiao Heqi also sat down in front of the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and almost didn't spit it out after taking a sip: "Why is it cold? Every time I drink cold tea at your place, cold tea hurts the stomach. It’s also good to burn some warm water for a while.”

"I like cold tea."

"What's so good about cold tea? It's cold and bitter."

The hot tea is fragrant, bitter and sweet.

Xiao Heqi looked at the tea leaves in the cup and felt it was a pity: "The tea I send you is green tea from Jiangnan, and the annual output is only one hundred catties."

His father Xiao Heqi's favorite tea, Patriarch Xie.

He secretly took the tea from his father and gave it to 'him'.

"Bring me some bitter tea next time."

"Don't eat bitter things, there's nothing delicious about bitter things." Xiao Heqi muttered.

"What are you doing here? Taifu hasn't taught anything new recently. You have taught me everything you taught me before, and I have learned everything."

"Can't I enter your courtyard without teaching you?"

Ruan Xiaoli took a sip of herbal tea and looked at him calmly.

Xiao Heqi met his indifferent eyes, feeling so depressed that he was dying.

Although the nine-year-old Jian Jie doesn't talk much and has a cold personality, he at least has a delicate and immature face, which makes him seem like a child at first glance.

Over the past few years, Chen Li has become more and more exquisite and beautiful, and at the same time his figure has been raised a lot, and his immature eyes have faded away.

"Okay, I won't play tricks on you anymore, I'm here to inform you in advance that I'm here to ask for a gift."

"Want a gift?"

"You really are a little heartless, you can't even remember your teacher's birthday?!" Xiao Heqi was going to be blown away.

Xiao Heqi is currently eighteen years old and has not yet celebrated his birthday.

Ruan Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, and then pretended to suddenly remember, by the way, the end of the month is Xiao Heqi's birthday.

The birthday of modern coming-of-age ceremony is very important, but in ancient times, the 20th birthday of a man was the most important.

And the woman is 15 years old and Ji Dali, her 15 years old has passed...

Every year on her birthday, Xiao Heqi remembered that Xiao Heqi gave her this Bingruan sword, a first-class weapon, on her 15th birthday last time.

Xiao Heqi looked at 'his' expression: "You just remembered my birthday!"

The word "talent" in his words was accentuated.

Ruan Xiaoli took a sip of tea and looked away: "What gift do you want?"

She is poor and white, and she really can't give any decent gifts.

In previous years, he was given paintings.

Ruan Xiaoli hides her clumsiness in other aspects, but she does not hide her clumsiness in painting skills. She paints a portrait of Xiao Heqi for him every year.

The paintings are so lifelike that Xiao Heqi likes them every time he sees them.

Xiao Heqi was helpless: "Who would ask me what gift I like, you have to be more considerate, you have to think for yourself what I would like."

"..."

"Think about it, I don't want to receive paintings this year. I was very happy when I received them for the first time. After many times... I always feel that you are perfunctory to me."

Xiao Heqi's mouth was a little dry when he spoke, he picked up the water in the cup and drank it in one gulp, his face turned pale instantly due to the bitterness.

so bitter……

He drank this tea with his father, and at that time he only thought it was very mellow and sweet, so he stole the tea and gave it to Nan Zhichen.

It's a pity that this good tea, Nanzhi Chenjie can't make it at all, the cold green extract is too bitter.

"I don't know what to give you except paintings. I'm poor and white."

"Think about it."

"A word?"

"no……"

"A poem for you?"

"Neither..."

Ruan Xiaoli frowned: "Write a thousand-character essay for you?"

"Jian Jie, you are so perfunctory."

"..."

Ruan Xiaoli felt that what Xiao Evil said was very true, he talked a lot when he was a child, and it was the same when he grew up!Not only noisy but also many things.

It's hard to coax him.

The little smirk in the space had a stomach ache, and it suppressed its sound so that Ruan Xiaoli could not hear it.

It is rare to see Ruan Xiaoli once in a hundred years, and I feel aggrieved after finally seeing Ruan Xiaoli.

The character of the male protagonist in this world is simply a good hand to rule Ruan Xiaoli!
Xiao Heqi sighed: "Hey, you can't think of what to give me for a while, anyway, there are still more than ten days, so think about it slowly."

Ruan Xiaoli stopped talking.

Xiao Heqi propped his chin, twirling the jade flute in his hand: "On my birthday, there will be a banquet at Xie Mansion."

Ruan Xiaoli remembered that last year Xiao Heqi's birthday was held at Prince Xiao's residence.

"Ah."

"You can come too when the time comes."

"I can't leave the palace."

Ruan Xiaoli has lived in Nanyuan for six years and never left the palace during that time.

(End of this chapter)