Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Shopping? Naturally, I want to eat after buying clothes.

Ordinarily, based on Su Tang and Mo Qinglan's cultivation base, it doesn't matter if you don't eat it, but it's hard to come to this world, how can you abandon food.

"Little nephew, can you eat spicy food?"

Mo Qinglan felt that Junior Uncle Yomo was really at odds with him, but even so, he still nodded without changing his face, "Yes."

Su Tang glanced at him deeply, "That's good, let's go, Master Uncle invites you to dinner."

Mo Qinglan couldn't eat spicy food, but he couldn't show it. The water in the teapot was gone, and he didn't ask Xiao Er to add it. Instead, he drank the fruit wine that Su Tang ordered for himself.

Su Tang was sweating profusely, and when she looked up, Mo Qinglan's brows were not wrinkled, but she poured herself cup after cup of tea. In the end, it was estimated that the tea was gone, and she drank her order without changing her face. wine.

"Is the wine good?"

The fruit wine is sweet and not as spicy as white wine. Mo Qinglan is eating his tongue tingling. Drinking the fruit wine has a buffering effect, the spiciness is relieved, and the whole person calms down, "Well, it’s delicious, it’s better. Let me order another pot."

Seeing his dead duck, Su Tang nodded without a smile, "Okay."

Mo Qinglan tends to be self-disciplined, rarely indulges in wine, fruit wine is not intoxicating, but he can't hold him to drink like this. No, he drank one pot after another, in order to accompany Su Tang to this meal of Sichuan cuisine, he was surprised to drink three pots of wine alone. And in order to conceal that he does not eat spicy food, he actually showed a soft spot for fruit wine.

"In the past, I rarely touched wine. I thought it was spicy. I didn't expect the fruit wine to be sweet and mellow."

Su Tang almost laughed out of her suffocated smile, how could this person be so cute.

"It's delicious, but my nephew drank it for the first time. Be careful to get drunk. Fruit wine is sweet, but it's also wine.

Mo Qinglan disagrees, "Little Master, don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

With this measure, when the two were about to return to the Qishan faction, Su Tang finally understood the danger of drunk driving.

It was too bumpy, and the sword was still twisting. Su Tang was afraid of falling, so she could only hold the hand of the person, "Little nephew, if it doesn’t work, let’s go back to town. We can find an inn to stay for a day and wait for you. Go back when you wake up."

The wind whistling past his ears, Mo Qinglan actually didn't hear it really, and vaguely heard her asking if she could do it.

How can a man say no, this is an insult to himself!

"Little uncle, don't worry, I can."

Su Tang cried, if she fell and died, then she would become a joke for the entire cultivation world.

She can even think of the title.

#Shock! Tianjianzong Chuyue Fairy, died due to drunk driving! #

# Cherish life, stay away from drunk driving. #

#The driving is not standard, and the relatives tear. #

Su Tang replenished his brain, and regardless of whether he was cut off by the hero, he hugged his waist directly, "Little teacher nephew, cub, let's be obedient, you first... oh, you are going to roll over!"

Even though Mo Qinglan is no different from usual, but his head is a piece of paste. At this moment, he was suddenly wrapped around his waist, and it was the little uncle who was holding him. All of a sudden, the whole person froze. The sword was not very good, and it completely overturned.

But he still remembered that he should keep people in his arms when he fell.

There are 3,681 steps in Qishan. Falling down from this height, Su Tang has only the last two words left in his head.

It's over.

It's going to be cold.

"System, fast..."

Before she finished speaking, the system calmly said: "Don't worry, there is a male protagonist guarding you. From the final data I simulated, you will vomit some blood at most. God."

Su Tang can't rest well. This body is too wasteful. Although it won't die, it's half of it's failure.

Fortunately, even though Mo Qinglan was drunk, he still remembered to protect people tightly. When he finally fell to the ground, he also landed on his back.

"Little Master, are you okay?"

This fall caused pain in all internal organs, almost unable to maintain the expression on his face, but he still remembered Su Tang.

Because of Su Tang's inertia, his chest was fishy. In the end, it was really like a system, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out.

Mo Qinglan seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and his panicked hands were a little cold, "Little Master, how are you?"

Su Tang couldn't stand up at this moment, so she could only lie on him softly, with an extremely indecent posture, but Mo Qinglan didn't notice, his eyes were full of blood from the little uncle at the moment.

"Help me up." Su Tang said weakly, "There is still a rescue, I can't die."

Mo Qinglan woke up from the wine at this moment, and his head became clear. He immediately took out the pill he was carrying with him, "Uncle Master, this pill is to stop the bleeding, you take it first."

Su Tang wanted to say that she felt better after the blood came out, but seeing his worried look, she didn't refute, but took it and swallowed it. After taking the medicine, he glanced around the dark surroundings and sighed, "My nephew, I have to continue to trouble you."

"Little Master, just say it."

"When you wait for a while and then fly with the sword, remember to help the little uncle, and then fall, the old life will really be lost."

Mo Qinglan knew that this incident was caused by him, and felt guilty, "Little Master Uncle rest assured."

Su Tang sighed, "Don't worry, I promised Uncle Master that we won't drink anymore."

She is really self-inflicted. If she didn't want to tease him and take him to eat some Sichuan food, he would not drink, and if he did not drink, these things would not happen.

She hates.

Mo Qinglan himself was embarrassed, but the hand holding Su Tang was steady. This time there was no accident, but after returning to Qishan faction, Su Tang let him go.

After calming down for a while, she was much better, at least the way could go by herself.

"Little nephew, it's getting late, you go back and rest too." After speaking, he waved his back to him, full of free and easy.

Only Mo Qinglan had a pause, and finally his eyes hovered on her waist until she disappeared in front of her.

He looked down at his hand. In the previous fall, his hand was scratched by a branch, but he didn't feel the pain. Instead, his mind was filled with the waist of the little uncle.

Soft and thin...

This thought flashed through his mind, and he was soon expelled.

What is he thinking about? The Eight Clowns have only been dead for a year. How could he forget her so quickly and think about other people instead!

He closed his eyes deeply and then opened them again, and there was no emotion in Mo Qinglan's eyes.

The next day, he woke up early, but heard disciples in the courtyard exclaiming.

He frowned and waited to go out, and found that the little uncle had been up for some time. Her face was no longer ruddy before, but pale and bloodless. Although she was smiling, her whole body was like that delicate and fragile porcelain, as if it would break into pieces with a touch.

"Little Master!"

Su Tang raised her eyelids lazily, and saw that it was him, her smile on her face remained unchanged, "I'm getting up, how about my body?"

Mo Qinglan said, "It's okay to worry the little uncle."

Su Tang nodded to indicate that he knew it, but the disciple on the side shouted: "Brother, Junior Uncle said that yesterday you went out and met the deputy master of the Hehuan Sect?"

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