It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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Xi Ye swears that it is only to persuade Gu Cong's father in the plot, and he has absolutely no intention of escaping.

But probably because the previous fight was too exhausting, even with Gu Cong's charging treasure to replenish his spiritual power, when the surrounding environment was quiet, he unconsciously felt sleepy.

Concerned about matters in a hurry, and not wanting to discuss private matters in full view, Patriarch Song borrowed an unoccupied side hall from the Wuliang Sword Sect angrily.

Dumbly walked in the front, just as he was secretly thinking about how to get straight to the point and beat the mandarin ducks, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from behind.

Turning around ferociously, Patriarch Song saw his own son before he opened his mouth, skillfully hugging the white-clothed alien who had just singled out the entire sect.

Seeing his gaze, the strange-looking teenager even took a step back, folded his arms, and calmly protected the young man in his arms even tighter.

Inexplicably, Patriarch Song felt that his He'er seemed to be a different person.

But soon, the boy showed his familiar expression, as if the moment of guard just now was just his illusion.

When he is awake, he is supported by an aura, and no matter how thin his body is, he can still make people look strong, but at this moment, the young man's eyes are closed tightly, and his dangling wrists are pale and slender, showing a sense of fragility for no reason.

--Because of complete trust, and even reliance, the dignified immortal will appear soft, like an ordinary person.

"He's too tired," Gu Cong said in a casual manner, his voice almost overflowing with distress, "He's always been hurt during this time."

Injuried?

If you are injured and dare to single-handedly attack the Wuliang Sword Sect, what will it be like if you are not injured?

To be honest, most of the amiable atmosphere in the square of the main hall just now came from the deterrence of Xi Ye's strength. If they knew that Yixian was unconscious at this moment, many people would be ready to move.

Those who are not of my race will have a different heart, and the prejudice of thousands of years can be eliminated by eradicating it. Patriarch Song also wanted to take this opportunity to bring his son back on track, but when he caught a glimpse of the other party's downcast eyes looking at Xi Ye, he knew that he had no chance.

No chance at all.

Brat, sentimental, almost the same as when he was young.

Sighing silently, Patriarch Song reflected deeply: What is this? Like father, like son? The relationship between him and his wife is so good, it's so easy to coax his son to yearn for him?

The true love between monks is rare, and many Taoist couples are just the weak attaching to the strong, or purely discussing the Tao together. In contrast, Xi Ye's gender is not so important.

"Have you figured it out?" Patriarch Song said bluntly, "He is a strange immortal, and the fact that all sects are friendly today doesn't mean that no one will want to kill him in the future."

Gu Cong nodded: "I know."

"There must be a lot of people who want to please him," Patriarch Song raised his eyebrows pointingly, "There is no shortage of good-looking men and women in the cultivation world."

There are not many strong men who can fight against the Wuliang Sword School.

Looking as usual, Gu Cong gave the same answer again: "I know."