Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

"...You said you belonged to Mojia Village? What's your name?" Xia Ge's sickle was a bit unstable, and the blade trembled. "Who do you know?"

The beauty looked at her, her eyes gleaming, and her tone of voice was extremely aggrieved, "The slave's name is Achang, she is a married woman in Mojia Village. Her hometown is Taohuawu. Her parents worshipped at the Lingxi Mountain Gate and became disciples of the outer sect, so she left home. Here, I made my home in Mojia Village..."

"Who do you know?"

"The slave family has been in the boudoir since childhood, and the door can't go out." Seeing Xia Ge's face, "You can make it up," Ah Chan hesitated, "If you know someone...it's Miss Mo Qiuran from the restaurant. NS."

...Mo Qiuran?

Xia Ge was slightly startled.

"The slave family is really not a ghost... the son, the slave family has stayed here for two days, and the water has not entered."

As he said, there were tears in his eyes again, and he choked, "The slave family is afraid that he will never see Master Ji again... If the little boy can go out, remember to bring a letter to Master Ji and say that Achao has turned into a ghost. Will remember him, oooooo..."

What is Ji Gongzi? Bridegroom officer?

Xia Ge said bluntly: "If you become a ghost...I don't think he wants you to remember him very much."

Ah Chan suddenly cried with rain and looked even more sad.

System: "Can't you speak softly?"

Xia Ge: "..."

"Uuuuu..."

The heartbroken look of the beauty in red covering her lips and crying is really not very good. Xia Ge saw her face pale, as if it was because the dripping water hadn't entered, and Zhu's lips were slightly dry and cracked. After hesitating, she asked the system in a low voice: "Then I'll be gentler... If you're a ghost, your lips won't be chapped, right?"

A Chan: "..."

System: "...no." She seemed to hear him.

Ah Chan smiled reluctantly, his face was pale, and his eyes were tear-stained, "The son can really be joking..."

"I'm not kidding... Anyway, you're not a ghost." Xia Ge put a sickle on his back, covered his hand with his wide sleeves in linen, making the appearance of taking something from the sleeve, and stroking the tail ring with his fingers, and then took out Bigu Dan.

Golden bigu Dan.

Xia Ge didn't get over, and threw bigudan to her from a distance, "This is bigudan, and you won't be hungry if you eat it."

The golden pill drew a beautiful golden arc in the air, and Ah Chan stretched out his hand to pick it up, his red sleeves stretched slightly, and the slender jade fingers dyed with vermilion codan clamped the pill, and his movements were graceful like a swan.

Xia Ge's eyes moved slightly, and then as if nothing had happened.

A Zang took the pill and looked embarrassed, "The son gave me this magic pill, how can I do it?"

"..."

It's horrible to eat things that will not be hungry for a year.

A hypocritical smile appeared on Xia Ge's face, "I'm not hungry, the girl should eat first."

"Then...Thank you for your kindness." An apologetic smile appeared on Ah Chan's face. She gently put the pill in her mouth, her small tongue stretched out, beautiful as a demon.

A woman in Xia Ge felt that she was looking straight.

It is such a blessing that the son of the season marries like a beautiful woman.

However, before Xia Ge's sincere feelings were over, the stone room was suddenly turbulent! In the small stone room, the light of the night pearl suddenly burst, and countless black vines instantly spread from the wall and attacked Xia Ge! Xia Ge was shaken by the sudden vibration, but his eyes sharpened when he recovered, and with a wave of the sickle in his hand, he cut off the stretched vines mercilessly! Suddenly heard a scream, Xia Ge slashed off a sharp wooden thorn that came out of it. When he raised his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, but seeing that the dense vines with spikes had already smashed the unsuspecting Ah Chan Meng. Tied it up on the ground and lifted it high to the wall! Jin Dan accidentally rolled to the ground, Ah Chan opened his eyes wide, "Master, the pill--ah..."

The thorns and vines pierced deeply into the beauty's white, tender and snowy skin, and the bright red blood overflowed, dyeing the already bright wedding dress into a deeper color!

The air was full of blood. Xia Ge's pupils shrank suddenly!

No matter who she is—

As long as he bleeds, he is human!

"Hey!"

Xia Ge's heart tightened, and the black thorns and vines rose wildly from the stone wall and the ground like no money. The strong smell of blood spread, Xia Ge gritted his teeth, "You... hold on for a while!"

"My son... don't take care of the slaves."

The blood-stained red-robed Ah Zang Qi Ruo Si, her lips overflowed with a bit of blood, and her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, "...If the son can go out...you must send a message to the Ji son...Azang...extremely Those who like Ji Gongzi... like to... become a ghost, and don't want to leave him... like..."

The black vines are still spreading and shrinking.

"Not being able to marry him... is A Chan's lifelong regret..."

"You can't get married...then the next life..."

"Shit in the afterlife! I never believe in the afterlife! If you like, then marry him alive!"

Xia Ge slashed the nearby vines, the sickle blade flew, and the ghosts started, the thorns were as crisp as white paper under the sharp sickle blade, and the unfettered black hair fluttered—

"People die like a lamp-even if there is, you won't remember him in the next life! Such silly words-you can tell him yourself!!"

Now the happiness can't be kept, what's the use of entrusting the illusory future life.

Who knows which green onion you will be in the next life, who knows what you will like in the next life. I like this one in this life, and which one I like in the next. Even if it is the same soul, once the experience is different, the thoughts will be different, and love and hate will naturally not be the same.

So Xia Ge felt a little ridiculous when she heard someone yelling about seeing you again in this life.

She herself never believed in the past and present.

The next life is always the lost way of this life.

A Chan opened his eyes slightly, looking at the young man with flying black hair holding a giant black scythe, who came through the thorns and thorns.

The phantom of Rosemary flashed repeatedly, and the last thing that flashed was the lazy words of the Tsing Yi woman with a bone flute on her waist.

"Aren't the past lives and the next lives both lost in this life? Instead of relying on these illusory things, it is better to live in the present. After all, the right way is to have wine and meat now."

Xia Ge pressed against the wall and cut off the vines that grew from the wall. Among the countless overlapping branches and leaves, Xia Ge found the golden core that accidentally fell to the ground. The sickle wind swept away, and his figure was flashing and dwarfing. The golden pill on the ground snatched away—

"Swipe it—"

The sharp sickle wind flew by, and the vines entwined in the blink of an eye shattered into several segments. Without the support of the puppet, A wrapped like a red butterfly fell down on the stone wall, and the stone wall followed her down, drawing thick lines. Thick blood!

"Chang!"

The black sickle blade was deeply inserted into the stone wall next to her ears, and the sharp wind lifted the black hair on her temples. A Chan stared at the young man in red with one hand holding the sickle on her head and carrying her shoulders in red. The vines fell to the ground and turned into ashes and disappeared. Xia Ge pulled Ah Tang up and carried him on his back!

"Hold on to me!"

Ah Chan's white jade hand instinctively gripped the thin shoulders of the young man. It was obviously a black night clothes with a soft cloth clenched in his hands, but there was an inexplicable warmth.

This is... the feeling of being protected.

It's been a long time.

Ah Zan lost his mind.

Ye Mingzhu's light became brighter and dazzling, and the light almost penetrated the fallen vines and pierced his eyes. And then the vines that were cut directly from the stone wall by Xia Ge began to skyrocket again!

Those Ye Mingzhu, there is a problem!

Xia Ge pulled away the sickle, kicked the wall, and used his force to start the ghost trail. Xia Ge fell to the ground, and then flashed to the opposite stone path with Ah Chan. After she was settled, she said, "Hand, give I."

A Zang looked at her as if she didn't quite understand what she meant, but he stretched out his hand obediently.

White as jade hands, like the most beautiful masterpiece made by the most exquisite sculptor in the world.

Xia Ge didn't look much, and hurriedly put the golden core in her hand on her palm and let her clenched it, "Hurry up and don't drop it again."

Ah Chan held the golden pill, and the sweet aroma of the elixir spread slightly.

"You are waiting here."

After speaking, he was about to rush out carrying a sickle, but his hand was caught off guard.

Cold to the touch.

Xia Ge shook, and subconsciously threw it away. When the reaction came over, he was immediately embarrassed, "No, I'm sorry..."

A faint light flashed in Ah Chan's eyes, and then shook his head with a low voice, "...I took the liberty, thank you for saving my life."

"No, no, you just need to stay here."

"The son is so rash to save me, I am not afraid of what wicked person I am?" Ah Chan sat on the ground, his back straight, his posture was still elegant, and the floor was covered in red clothes. Although his face was pale, the light in his eyes kept turning, and he was still charming.

Xia Ge looked at the skyrocketing vines rushing towards the two, feeling anxious, she flashed and rushed forward, and the sickle flickered—

Just when A Chan thought that the other party would not answer.

"Pattern—"

The dazzling white light of Ye Mingzhu was accompanied by the cracking and crisp sound, disappearing, and the shadow of the boy was unpredictable in the shattered light. While the swept sickle blade was cutting through the thorns, the fierce sickle wind did not hesitate to put the wall on the wall. All the night pearls are swept to pieces—

"You have to be a big living person first." The vine slowly turned into ashes and dissipated at the moment when Ye Mingzhu's light disappeared. The young man who had crushed Ye Mingzhu landed steadily carrying a sickle, his black hair was raised slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse. Know if you are a wicked person."

A Chan was silent.

The light of Ye Mingzhu in the stone room shattered to the ground, and the fine light smeared the darkness. The Ye Mingzhu in the stone path was still shimmering, and the beauty in the red dress was like a fairy in the painting.

Xia Ge walked up to her with the sickle in one hand and stretched out her hand, "Hey, can you get up?"

Ah Chan looked at the hand that stretched out towards him.

Some are small, but against the backdrop of Ye Mingzhu, the white one looks like a piece of gentle jade, with an indescribable tenderness.

—You have to be a living person before I know if you are a wicked person.

This child has given unlimited regrets in the future, but he will not give the current self the chance to regret.

"Save me, the son will regret it."

A Chan didn't put it on top, just laughed lowly, and paused, "I will drag the young man's hind legs."

Xia Ge is a little annoyed, "You are so troublesome. I saved you. It is my business not to regret it. What are you worried about?"

A Chan smiled slightly, Chanruo Honglian, very coquettish, "That son is really a kind person."

Xia Ge nodded, "You are right, I think so too."

system:"…"

Ah Chan stretched out his hand and placed it in her hand, with five fingers of Kordan, and the hand was white and tender as a lotus root. Under the shining of Ye Mingzhu, the shape of the hand was even more slender and beautiful like a dream.

She held it lightly and wrapped Xia Ge's hand.

Wrapped in some cold hands, Xia Ge was taken aback, only to feel that her body was stained with the coolness of a midsummer night, which made people not feel cold, but was a kind of comfortable coolness that made people feel comfortable.

"The son's hands are really small." The beauty said with a smile to Yan Yan, her eyes were soft, "It's also very warm."

Xia Ge pulled her up and supported her body, "Well, warm? It might be sweaty hands...Stop talking...Let's go forward."

System: "..." What is hand sweat? ! How do you talk to the beauties? !

The beauty paused and continued as if nothing had happened.

"The little boy is very strong."

Xia Ge: "Well, there is no way to be born with supernatural power."

Born to be supernatural?

A faint light flashed in Ah Chan's eyes, "So... speaking of it, the slave family still doesn't know the name of Grace."

"Ah, me." Xia Ge supported her as she walked forward, "You are welcome, don't agree with your body, your son Ji is still waiting for you... My name is Lei Feng."

system:"…"

It seems that after hearing the three words "Ji Gongzi", the beauty behind her is a little lonely, "Thank you Lei Gongzi... I just don't know if I can go out alive."

"Of course I have to go out alive." Xia Ge said casually, "If you can't get out, make a hole in your head. If you can't get out, then go out."

A Chan: "...really."

Xia Ge tried to comfort her, "Don’t worry, you just ate my bigu golden pill, right? You won’t be hungry after eating it for a year. If I accidentally hang up, you will take my sickle and slowly chisel it. Remember, one direction, one year, you can go out."

A Chan glanced at the golden pill in his hand, and put it in his sleeve without saying a word.

The system decided to tell the truth: "Host, I don't think she will be comforted."

Xia Ge: "...you just talk a lot of nonsense."