Quick Transmigration: The villain made the hero cry again

Chapter 105 The substitute heroine whose spiritual root was taken away14

It's just because he lives in the outer sect, and there are basically no disciples above the foundation building stage in the outer sect.

Everyone thought that he wore a mask to hide his ugly face. He usually didn't talk to others. He usually went back to his room to ponder and practice by himself after finishing his work.

The high-level immortal cultivators were not so free, and went out of their way to see what kind of face a disciple who was sweeping the floor at the outer sect had behind the mask.

But if he was with her, the situation would be different.

Everyone in the world will be curious about the people around her.

There are countless people who know Xie Xuan in this world. If someone sees that eye-catching appearance, it will be a little troublesome to recognize his life experience.

And she likes to make trouble for others, but doesn't like trouble to come to her own door.

Xie Xuan looked at the hand that was stretched out in front of his eyes and was even more translucent than white jade, and the tips of his ears felt uncontrollably hot.

The burning heat in his eyes made Shen Chen's eyes look a little more playful.

When he reached out to pick it up, Shen Chen took advantage of the situation and touched his hand.

As expected of the male protagonist, he has been sweeping the mountain gate for a year, and his hands are not rough at all, but the joints are long and white.

Xie Xuan thought that Shen Chen accidentally touched him. He quickly looked into Shen Chen's eyes and whispered: "I'm sorry."

But he didn't expect that there was no disgust in her eyes as he imagined.

Yes, why would the eldest lady care about this?

She never cared about the low status of others, she was kind and gentle to everyone.

But the place she touched still made him uneasy, and the white jade mask was still in the eldest lady's hand.

He reached out his hand again.

Unexpectedly, Shen Chen suddenly took back his hand.

He looked at the girl in front of him in confusion, and she smiled wickedly.

"I gave you something, shouldn't you thank me?"

Xie Xuan, who was disturbed, finally realized what he was doing. A hint of embarrassment flashed through his once cold eyes.

"Thank you, miss."

Shen Chen tilted his head and looked at him: "Do you just want to say thank you?"

Looking at her playful expression, Xie Xuan didn't know that the eldest lady was playing tricks on him.

He pursed his thin lips.

"Sing me a song." The rising tone is as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on your face.

Xie Xuan said embarrassedly: "I can't sing."

"What about dancing?"

"I can't dance either."

Shen Chen put his hands behind his back boredly and paced in front of him: "I can't do this, I can't do that. I thought you were so beautiful, but when I rescued you, you were covered in red marks. I thought you were... What is the name of a famous actress in the capital?"

Xie Xuan's face turned pale.

It turned out that she knew everything, and he thought she didn't notice.

The night wind blew against his cheeks, and a fine chill invaded his heart densely. He gritted his teeth.

Did she always think that he was a man from Israel?

It turned out that she missed him this way.

What's ridiculous is that he thought he was hiding very well. He turned his head in confusion, covering his ridiculously eye-catching face, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"I'm not."

The playful look she cast on his face made him feel a little embarrassed.

His voice turned cold, and the wooden mask was put on his face again.

"Miss, please go back. Thank you for your kindness. I will find my life experience by myself." He could hear the trembling in his voice: "I won't bother you, miss."

This is his delusion.

How could a person like him in the dust be worthy of thinking about the bright moon high above.

He lowered his head and looked at the white and worn out outer disciple uniform he was wearing.

"It's getting late, Miss, please go to bed early."

"I have to clean the Wangchen Pavilion tomorrow morning, so I won't waste the eldest lady's time."

As he spoke, he picked up the wooden sword, straightened his back, Qing Jun's back was stretched by the moonlight, and he was about to turn around and leave, aloof and cold.

(End of chapter)