Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Ye Qingxue over there was the first to wake up. She first looked down at her wet and muddy clothes, frowning tightly, not knowing what happened just now.

It took a while before she remembered Nangong Yumo.

Turning her head to look for Nangong Yumo's figure, when she saw Nangong Yumo not far away, Ye Qingxue hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to Nangong Yumo's side to support him.

"Yumo, are you okay? Ah~ you're hurt!"

Ye Qingxue covered her mouth and exclaimed, tears immediately overflowed from her watery eyes.

The first thing Nangong Yumo did after waking up was to quickly comfort Ye Qingxue: "Xueer doesn't cry, I'm fine, it's just a little skin trauma."

That's what he said, but Nangong Yumo felt that he had suffered internal injuries, as if someone had slapped him.

But in the hallucination just now, he was not slapped by anyone!

Instead, he slapped someone else!

Ye Qingxue hummed: "I won't cry!" She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and then supported Nangong Yumo to stand up.

Only then did Nangong Yumo see Nangong Zixuan kneeling on the ground on one knee. The hallucination just now was very blurred. He only remembered that he seemed to be fighting with someone.

Could it be... is it with Nangong Zixuan?

Nangong Zixuan coughed lightly, then stood up, looked at the two people in front of him through the mask, the blood stain on the corner of his mouth dyed his evil smile inexplicably rampant.

"Nangong Yumo, I don't want to know why you just slapped me, but you also suffered internal injuries?"

Although the hallucination just now made Nangong Zixuan not know who he was fighting with, but after waking up, he saw Nangong Yumo being supported by Ye Qingxue, and he knew who he was fighting just now without thinking!

Hearing this, Nangong Yumo froze for a moment: "You..."

He didn't think of this at all, but when Nangong Zixuan brought it up, he felt something was wrong.

In the end, it was...why did he slap Nangong Zixuan, and he also suffered backlash? !

Nangong Yumo is not an idiot either, just one point, he can figure it out immediately!

But that answer, Nangong Yumo couldn't believe it: "You...you are also the blood of the Nangong family!?"

No wonder Nangong Yumo was so surprised, because apart from him and Nangong Ye, the Nangong family had no other blood!

Now that Nangong Ye is dead, he thought that he was the only one left in the Nangong family!

Nangong Zixuan laughed mockingly: "Hmph~ not only..." He is not only the blood of the Nangong family, he is also his own brother!

Of course, Nangong Zixuan didn't say anything about the latter. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Qingxue, then stood up holding the sword in his hand.

He turned around and was about to leave, when his gaze fell on the man standing outside the flower forest, and made Nangong Zixuan stay there.

There was a flash of unnaturalness in the eyes under the mask, and then Nangong Zixuan remembered that he was wearing a mask at this time, so he pretended not to see Ling Wuwen.

His footsteps were a little staggering, and when he walked to Ling Wu's side, he paused without a trace, and then continued to walk forward...

"Do you want to pretend to be a stranger?"

Those six cold words made Nangong Zixuan stop in his tracks.

Surprise flashed across his eyes, surprised that Ling Wuyi recognized him!

but……

"Pretending? Miss, you and I know each other?" Nangong Zixuan deliberately lowered his voice and said.

He didn't look at Ling Wuwen, and didn't even look back.

Ling Wuwen walked up to Nangong Zixuan and stood still, then looked into his eyes: "Soul-killing."

"Miss, you have identified the wrong person. The leader of this sect is Fen Tian of the Fen Yue Sect." Nangong Zixuan was still denying it.

Ling Wuxue pursed her lips and sullenly said, "Oh, Fen Tian."

She just looked at Nangong Zixuan like that, even though she called him Fen Tian, ​​her eyes told him: I know your name is Fen Tian, ​​and you are also called Hunsha, and even more Nangong Zixuan!

With a slight flicker in his eyes, Nangong Zixuan ignored Ling Wuyue and passed her by.

Looking at Nangong Zixuan's back, Ling Wuyi took a few deep breaths to adjust her emotions.

She guessed right! Favorability... has really dropped!

Just now, the moment Nangong Zixuan walked past her, the favorability point dropped from ninety-two points to ninety points!

/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Standing in place for a long time, Ling Wuwen was a little dazed.

Nangong Yumo's voice came from behind: "Are you...the Lord of the Phantom Pavilion?"

Ling Wuyi looked back at Nangong Yumo, she was not wearing a veil, it was not surprising that Nangong Yumo would recognize her, so she did not deny it.

Nangong Yumo continued: "Um... do you know the leader of the Burning Moon Sect?"

"What do you want to ask?" Ling Wuyue sullenly, her expression is not very good-looking.

Nangong Yumo coughed lightly, and then asked with some embarrassment: "Well, I want to ask, what's his name?"

what name? Nangong Zixuan!

"Burning the sky."

After uttering two words coldly, Ling Wuyi raised her foot and chased after Nangong Zixuan.

Nangong Yumo was supported by Ye Qingxue, watching Ling Wuyi use lightness kung fu to leave, what he asked was obviously Nangong Zixuan's real name...

Ye Qingxue at the side looked at Nangong Yumo: "Yu Mo, let's find a place to bandage your wound first?"

"Well, good." Nangong Yumo tilted his head and smiled at Ye Qingxue, his pale handsome face still had a sunny smile——

Ling Wuyi used lightness kung fu, so she quickly caught up with Nangong Zixuan.

Nangong Zixuan stabbed Nangong Yumo and received a backlash, and then received another slap from Nangong Yumo. At this time, his situation is not much better!

When Ling Wuwen chased Nangong Zixuan, he was resting in front of a big tree.

It looked like he couldn't move.

He took out a small medicine bottle, poured two black pills into his mouth, and sat cross-legged to adjust his breath.

Ling Wuwen walked across to Nangong Zixuan and sat down cross-legged.

She didn't speak, just looked at Nangong Zixuan.

Nangong Zixuan was stared at by Ling Wutie like this, and he felt like a light was on his back. But he knew that Ling Wuyi would not do anything to him, so he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath to heal his injuries.

Seeing that Nangong Zixuan was serious about adjusting his breath, Ling Wuyi probably wouldn't get well for a while.

After thinking about it, Ling Wuyi got up and left——

As soon as Ling Wuxi left, Nangong Zixuan's ears moved, his eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes.

There is a kind of... very complicated feeling in my heart. It's hard to tell if it's a sigh of relief or a sense of loss at being abandoned.

Ling Wuwen didn't really leave, she just went to find the water source.

She drank all the water in the water bag, and she seemed to see a spring when she first came here, so she went to fill up some water, so as not to look for water and not find it!

Back at the spring, Ling Wuxi took out the water bag from the bag, and put the bottle mouth at the spring to catch the water.