Full of evil reborn male [Live]

Chapter 7 Change

"My lord, Zhang Jijiu and Chen Siye came to visit you when you were in a coma. I asked the imperial doctor and found out that you are fine. Zhang Jijiu has returned to the Imperial Prison first. Please leave a message to ask you to take care of your health and be more careful. One month holiday." Shiping lightly supported Li Xian and lay down again, and said in a low voice: "Chen Siye is still waiting outside, do you want to see him?"

"Say I'm not awake, let him go!" Li Xian ordered with a pale face, really impatient to deal with Chen Erkun.

This person said he was a sixth-grade Siye, but in fact he was just a dog begging for mercy by wagging his tail at Li Xiang's legs.Compared with this kind of hypocrite and real villain, the old man Zhang Bing, although he pretended to be ignorant, still had a bit of the spirit of a scholar in his bones.

After resting for more than two hours, seeing that it was getting late, Li Xian didn't want to live in the imperial hospital, so he managed to gather his energy and ordered the housekeeper Li An who rushed over after receiving the news - go back home!

Although Mr. Li is surly and erratic, he is the son of the prime minister by name. As long as it is not a catastrophe of treason, no one can stop him from insisting on doing what he wants to do except Prime Minister Li.Li An had no choice but to grimace his old face, and hastily ordered to go down. After a lot of chaos, he finally brought the seriously injured eldest son back to the prime minister's mansion.

Not long after, Li Xianghei came to visit with a sullen face.

Li Xian was really too lazy to deal with it, but it's a pity that he was sober and let someone wait on him and lay on his big bed not long ago. It didn't look like he was pretending to be asleep or in a coma, so he had to deal with it like a dying seriously injured patient.Rarely, Xu Shi saw his son's tragic situation, and Li Xiang did not severely reprimand him, but comforted him with gentle words, and ordered his left and right to take care of him, so he got up and wanted to leave.

Standing up, he gave a serious pause, stared at his son and solemnly told him: "People from the Zhong family...don't provoke me."

When he was dazed and slumped, he was surprised and disgusted to listen to the rare gentle admonition of Li Xiang. Hearing this, Li Xian suddenly raised his head and looked into his father's eyes that were once called as bright as morning stars. .His dark eyes were stained with the weather of time, and the ends of the eyes were slightly upturned, showing an indescribable charm—the most similar thing in Li Xian's body to Li Xiang was just these beautiful peach blossom eyes.

At this time, in addition to the cold indifference in Li Xiang's eyes, there was also a third point of probing and calculating.

Li Xian's heart was cold, but his face didn't show anything, he raised his eyebrows, cocked his mouth and bared his teeth, panting and moaning twice: "My lord's words are wrong! Alas, Zhong Er is not a bad grandson, I didn't recruit him. He, he recruited, recruited me! Today, I suffered the unreasonable disaster of this villain, and the future will be different..."

Li Xiang's eyes turned cold, and it seemed that two ice swords had been scraped across Li Xian's pale and haggard face, and he scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, let's rest and recuperate, and don't do anything else!" He waved his sleeves and walked out.

Li Xian half-closed his eyes and stared fiercely at the back of Yuan Qu, and slumped down on the soft bed, screaming miserably: "Oh, it hurts me to death, what are you doing?! Why don't you wait for your son to rest! "

Eldest Young Master Li's injury has some benefits besides physical suffering.

Firstly, the dead knot between the previous life or "the next day" and Zhong Er can no longer be set, but Zhong Er owes him a big "face-saving" favor!Although Li Xian has been talking about the various bloody methods of the evil general Shura all these years, it is still icy cold when he thinks about it, and he shudders from time to time.

Secondly, this month's exam is naturally avoided due to injury, although Mr. Li has always been ranked at the bottom, it is always good to be able to save face in front of the younger brothers.

With this thought, Li Xian's aggrieved thoughts of "accidentally" saving the enemy were relieved a lot, he put his troubles behind him, and wholeheartedly nestled in the prime minister's mansion to recuperate leisurely.

Although Mr. Li's wound was big, it was not serious after all. He was fed with good food and medicine, and he was cared for carefully. However, he had a fever in the first two days. The medicine was created, but in the past ten days, the wound has been harvested seven to eighty-eight.

Old ginseng, blood swallows and other nourishing things were boiled and drank in turn, and they took a break from the extravagant fun. After nestling for half a day, Li Xian's blood loss has long been replenished. Flushed and moist, it was much better than the drunken complexion when he just sobered up that day, and he seemed a bit handsome and pleasant.

The fox friends and dog friends were very knowledgeable. When things got serious that day, they all shrank back and didn't dare to say anything. Fortunately, Mr. Li didn't have any serious incidents. When Tan Tan's rumors died down, he boldly came together to visit the sick.Li Xian uprightly took advantage of Prime Minister Li's order to "take a good rest" to keep a group of people away eighteen miles away, which surprised the housekeeper and servants. When did this eldest son rest his body and recuperate? !

Li Xian was too lazy to worry about the feelings of his servants, he began to fiddle with the fitness and rehabilitation equipment after his body recovered, and arrested Zheng Qing and Zheng Chi to avoid his servants to learn fighting skills.A few days later, Mr. Li was covered with bruises all over his skin and tender flesh. He gritted his teeth and kept silent, which made Zheng Qing a little impressed. Teach each other carefully.

Quietly, Zheng Qing observed silently, only to feel that this young master who gritted his teeth and was sweating profusely and still persisted in his physical training, was quite different from the past at some point.He crooked his brows and smiled quietly, so what?In any case, Mr. Li Xianli is the only master of these private guards who will protect each other with their lives.

***

Ruhua picked up a pair of twisted silver scissors, quietly walked to the candlestick and picked out the wicks of the two candles. The somewhat dim candle flame suddenly lit up, and the room became brighter again, followed by the faint black smoke. It rose up, causing her to cough a few times.This high-quality tallow candle, that is, a rich place like the Xiangfu is so generous about the location, and each one costs dozens of dollars, so exquisite and expensive.

Cautiously and quietly raised his head to look at the master in the room, only to see the fearful, surly and irritable son-in-law sitting half-squat on the beard chair like a hozen, staring at the brief book in his hand with his teeth bared. With a frowning face and a ferocious face, he has the virtue of wanting to chew the bamboo twigs one by one.

Ruhua pursed his lips and almost laughed out loud, turned his head away quickly to cover up, a little startled by his indulgence, did he really give a good face to the tiger to stop eating people? !Inadvertently, the beautiful figure beside the young master flashed past her eyes, her face turned cold, her heart felt sour, and she was secretly worried. Since the young master woke up that day, she never asked herself to serve the night again.

The young master didn't get close to those Yingyans any more, and even the beauties collected in Haoyu Manor for many years were all dispersed, leaving only the sword clothes and his two big maids to serve him, looking at the virgin in the sword clothes and plain eyebrows. So, the tiger has become a vegetarian? !Ru Hua quietly glanced at the young master's lower body worriedly, feeling entangled in his heart, if this master is really a hindrance to his heir, Dun Lun, if these personal servants don't notice and don't report it, they will be guilty of death!But if it's the son, it's not a big problem, but her crime of lying is still very serious...

For a moment, I was so sad that I didn't know what to do.

Mr. Li was staring at the incomprehensible scriptures and historical materials, wanting to die, and receiving resentful glances from time to time, finally couldn't hold back the smoldering anger in his heart, and shouted "What the hell!"

"Wow!" With a sound, he threw the slip of paper to the ground viciously.

Ruhua exclaimed, stepped forward worriedly, and asked anxiously, "My lord? Why are you bothering, be careful that you hurt your hand..."

Jian Yi knelt down silently, picking up the scattered bamboo slips.

"Okay, put it away!" Li Hong stared at the thin bamboo strip in the sword suit's hand, only to feel that his boss was very gloomy.He can eat bitterness, and practicing martial arts to strengthen his body is a life-saving matter, but reading wisely is not something that can be achieved by heart.It is said that taking history as a mirror, the political situation in the court and China is chaotic, he has experienced life and death all his life and has not been able to see clearly, thinking that he can sort out the vicissitudes of the situation after reading more than a dozen volumes, it really is—wishful wishful thinking!

He was born as the eldest son of Prime Minister Li, and most of his body has been submerged in the mud. It is not easy to get out of the vortex of eating people. He has a lot of clever schemes and plans to predict the enemy thousands of miles away... Is that his eldest son Li? !

The current strategy is to take it step by step, learn slowly, strengthen yourself, and avoid the wind, frost and sword rain that you can already detect.If you worry about this every day, you will also be afraid of that, and this turtle-like life will not come back again!

After comforting himself, Li Hong suddenly felt refreshed, hum!This son said that poetry and cloud are neither good nor useful, so it doesn't matter if you don't read it!In another day, I begged the omnipotent uncles, who can always cut through the thorns and find a way out of life by applying what they have learned.

***

At the corner of the street in Kyoto, a thin beggar who was huddled in a corner and motionless suddenly moved, opened his eyes, touched his stomach with a wry smile, groped his body up and down in a strange way, and sighed annoyedly.

Propping up his bony body, the beggar looked around cautiously, and found that there were very few passers-by on the street, and no one paid attention to him at all, so he pulled a strange eight-teeth standard smile and murmured softly to himself:

"Hello everyone! This is the 'Small World' live broadcast room of Zhong Ke, the explorer of the federal dimension. The place where I am now is the capital of Yan State, one of the main countries on the eastern continent of this planet. It is called Kyoto. This 'small world' is a relatively rare energy transmission licensed world, and the resource ownership belongs to me.

But everyone knows it!A world that can only transmit images but not 'project' is rogue garbage, a world that can only 'project' but not transmit physical objects is recyclable garbage, and a world that can only transmit physical resources is a real treasure.Dear viewers, you should understand that no matter how rubbish the world is, our great tax collectors will never forget their sacred duties!

Dear friends, if it looks good, at least give Xiao Keke a little reward, so that we can get back our money! "

The beggar "Zhong Ke" limped out with a sad face, pressing his hungry stomach, trying to find something to fill first, while working hard as a tour guide.

"Speaking of this small world, this is my second and last projection. The projection of this world is unstable, and it is impossible to support the next time. Speaking of 'projection', those who watched the live broadcast should understand ?In the era of the Christian era when there was no breaking out of the earth's mother planet, many Internet writers used to imagine "traversing" until the interstellar era. This kind of scientific fantasy was truly realized in the small world. Brainwave "projection" is a kind of Same as the one worn by the soul...

All right, all right, I'm not old-fashioned science popularization anymore.oops!Speaking of this small world, it's so dark!

The first time I 'projected', I was tricked by the cunning ancient humans. I fell into the pit of the royal family here, and I was imprisoned in the small black room of S and M for several years. Fortunately, the pain can block 90%. You can also withdraw your thoughts at any time, as long as you maintain a regular neural connection, otherwise, no matter how long our interstellar humans live, everyone probably won’t see poor little Ke Ke, and you will have to hold back if you don’t die of pain in a small black room kill me!Why can't I connect to the star network! ! !

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear, there are children watching the live broadcast here, I'm really sorry.

Having said that, I was unlucky because of the random selection of the neural anchor point. It is probably better to choose a monkey in the wild than this beggar!

Ah, is there really an old iron who watched my live broadcast while swiping on 'Small World'? !thanks, thanks!Thank you bosses for your rewards, please continue to watch the second brush small world, Keke will give you a tweet~

I went on to say that the 'projection' is bound to the brain nerves of the natives, and it must not be voluntarily separated. This is common sense, otherwise the anchor point of this world will be abandoned, and you will never be able to enter the small world, let alone live broadcast for everyone to see up.For the last opportunity to explore, for the beautiful and original small world of ancient humans, everyone, please give me a reward!

thanks, thanks!

I re-select this time point to enter in advance, the goal is

—Let the anchor live to the end of his life!Subi Nanshan!The live broadcast is long and long! "