Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

You, you, you, I haven't heard a word from you for a long time.

According to the usual writing method of Marius' novels, Fang Qingyue's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He picked up the Huarong and threw it at the foot of the mountain.

The method is extremely cruel, not sloppy at all.

Lin Jinan heard one or two shrill calls, and Huarong was afraid to have fallen into flower cakes.

The man in yellow shirt is a trumpet flower. He opens his mouth like a trumpet. Balabala never stops.

"Baby, have you ever been married? There is still a lady, isn't there? " Lin Jinan is very angry and laughs. As the saying goes, those who squint are monsters.

He's squinting now, trying to crush a man with momentum.

"Is there anything in your eyes? Come on, I'll blow it for you Looking at the frowning young man, Fang Qingyue was distressed. He made a gesture to break the young man's eyelids and blow a breath of immortal spirit into it.

“……” Lin Jinan and his distance, and men stay too close, easy to affect his IQ.

Fang Qingyue felt hurt when he saw the young man dodging.

The voice of Huarong was introduced into the cave again. This time, Fang Qingyue learned to be clever. He first gave the opponent a forbidden word, and then strengthened the magic power on the border.

Huarong, who was shut up outside, howled for a while and stopped. He chose to fight at the foot of the mountain for a night, and then he would fight with the mortals and rob the man tomorrow.

Lin Jinan sat and felt sleepy. After waiting for so long, Fang Qingyue didn't mean to explain.

So he took off his shoes, turned over, turned his back to the man, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

How sleepy

I'll settle with him tomorrow.

Lin Jinan's consciousness gradually became loose. In a trance, something warm stuck to his back. Then, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.

Fang Qingyue, a dog man, is taking advantage of him again

Lin Jinan fell into the dream, which was exhausted all the words in his mind can not describe the place.

Beauty, in addition to the beautiful word, other descriptions are redundant.

This time, he became a rabbit.

Lin Jinan is eating tender grass by the stream, which is as delicious as he imagined.

He had a good time eating and was in a state of oblivion.

At this time, a rabbit came to the other side of the stream.

A rabbit with blue eyes.

"Fang Qingyue?" Lin Jinan pedaled back a few legs and saw the rabbit flying over.

It is really flying, as if inserted a pair of invisible wings.

The blue eyed rabbit rubbed him affectionately and then turned into a human being.

Looking at it, he was much younger and more immature than Fang Qingyue he had seen.

What Lin Jinan sees is the young version of Fang Qingyue.

Fang Qingyue holds the rabbit in her arms and goes to a bamboo forest.

Walking inside, he saw a bamboo house. Fang Qingyue was the owner of the house.

"Xiaobai, if you wait for me a few days, I will help you find the fruit." The young man kisses the white rabbit's ear, in the eye, a gloomy cloud.

What is the fruit that can be easily obtained?!

Ordinary people, or spirits who practice in the mountains and forests, have spent years, but have not found them.

But Xiaobai's talent is very thin. He just needs to practice. He doesn't know when he will go.

Huaxingguo is his only hope.

Lin Jinan has an independent consciousness, but he found a problem, the control of the body is not in his body.

When he was a child, he was half wise. For a teenager, he knew only a little.

Like a child of four, five or six years old, a lollipop can be abducted.

"Mr. Lin, the storybook has been updated automatically." The system is at a loss. The lost data has been repaired by the headquarters.

“……” Lin Jinan was stupid. Part of his memory was erased by the world.

In short, the young Fang Qingyue, the rabbit in his arms is the one who came through.