Quick Transmmigration: The Diseased Male Protagonist is Turning Black

At the time of Mao, the sky was still bright, and the water in the well was bitterly cold.

After washing her face with cold water with other people, brushing her teeth with willow branches, grabbing steamed buns from bamboo weaves, and scooping rice porridge from a large pot like a war, Xia Linyin has quickly entered her identity as a guardian.

In chatting with other people intentionally or unintentionally, Xia Linyin also found out that the Lingmen **** she is currently in is different from other escorts. In addition to the common escorts and escorts of wealthy gentry, she will secretly pick up some other escorts. Darts that you dare to pick up, such as escorts and corpses.

In the escort, in addition to the strong men, there are also onmyojis who know the art of onmyoji. These onmyojis specialize in taking these orders for dealing with the dead.

After breakfast, it was morning exercise. All the guards gathered on the training ground. There were more than one hundred people.

"Humph!"

"what!"

"Hey!"

With great momentum, more than one hundred people lined up neatly on the training ground and fisted.

Although Xia Linyin tried her best to keep up with the rhythms of other people, this set of boxing techniques that are practiced every morning like exercises, other escorts have already closed their eyes and can do it. Among a group of people with smooth movements, Charlene's slow half-beat sound is very abrupt.

There are also several other dart masters who are bumping and bumping like her.

There is no doubt that these other dart masters are the same players as her.

Tantian fell into anger, and after the last closing movement was finished, all the escorts had their legs spread slightly, and stood in place with their hands behind their backs.

Xia Linyin also raised her head and her abdomen in a manner.

Lin Biao slowly paced up to a thin man with a whip in his head, and then drew a whip on the thin man, "What if I didn't eat in the morning? There is no power in his actions!"

"Hey, I didn't have enough to eat in the morning..." The thin man said with a lick and smile. After Lin Biaotou left, he immediately took the flattering smile on his face and put his **** at Lin Biaotou's back.

After pumping the thin man, Lin Biaotou walked up to Xia Linyin with his hands behind his back. After looking at Xia Linyin for a while, Lin Biaotou suddenly pulled out the whip in his hand. There was a sharp piercing sound, but the whip did not whip. On Xia Linyin's body, she hit the ground with a "pop".

In the frightening sound, Xia Linyin trembled.

Lin Biaotou smiled with satisfaction, "What are you afraid of, Xiaoyin, you have a delicate skin and tender flesh. I can't bear to fight Lin Biaotou. What if it breaks."

Lin Biaotou's smile became more and more ambiguous, and his deliberately lowered voice also narrowed, "Little Yin, how did you think about the things I told you last time?"

After speaking, he gave Xia Linyin a look of "you know".

Xia Linyin didn't know what Lin Biaotou was talking about, but it wasn't a good thing to think about it. Just looking at Lin Biaotou's unkind eyes, Xia Linyin answered vaguely.

"That's right." Lin Biao patted Xia Linyin's shoulder with relief, and then said, "Come to my house in the evening."

His face regained his unsmiling smile, and Lin Biao walked towards a fat man, "Will you hit a punch, what did you just hit? Three-year-olds are better than you! Today, if you don’t beat it twenty times, it’s not allowed. eat--"

Along with the horrible howling, the head of Lin Shu who was kicked by the fat man crossed a parabola in the air like a torn sack, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Biao was holding his injured chest with his head, and was so angry that he couldn't speak, "It's the opposite, it's the opposite of you--"

Seeing the other escorts still stunned, Lin Biao burst into flames from his eyes, and said angrily: "Don't hurry up and take this fat pig up and serve him severely!"

When the other escorts were about to catch the fat man, a half-aged **** wearing a big red dress and heavy makeup came over, twisting her hips and shouting excitedly: "Big orders, big orders—"

"Oh hello, what's wrong with Lin Biaotou, why are you lying on the ground." After the woman exclaimed in exaggeration, she patted Lin Biaotou with the fan in her hand. If you don't get up quickly, this list can't be delayed."

The beauty fan came with a dark fragrance, and even if Lin Biaotou's anger in his heart was no matter how angry he was, he relaxed now. He got up and gave the fat man a stern look, and gave the fat man "I will clean up you later." After looking at the woman, he said to the woman: "Matchmaker Li, what a big deal, bother you to go out in person."

Although Li Matchmaker is over middle-aged, she is well maintained and has a plump body, so she exudes a peach-like mature charm, and many men bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

But her ability is more than that, Li Matchmaker is not a traditional matchmaker, she is a psychic, who specializes in pulling red lines for the dead to get married.

Matchmaker Li shook her fan and walked towards the chamber with Lin Biao’s head, her red lips closed one by one and said, “I had a dream a while ago. I, let me find him a princess, no, these two gods, I finally found a suitable bride, a female zombie for a thousand years, she was still a virgin when she died, and she and Wuhou The king is in perfect harmony."

Speaking of this, Matchmaker Li covered her mouth and smiled, obviously very satisfied with this thousand-year-old female stiff.

At this moment, the two of them had already walked to the chamber and sat down on their chairs. They had a few encounters with Matchmaker Li. Lin Biaotou naturally knew that Matchmaker Li was not talking about jokes, and he did not find it incredible, but He smiled and said: "As expected, it is your matchmaker Li. It's no wonder that King Wuhou will come to you. Only you can do this properly."

"Where and where, your soul **** is well-deserved, otherwise I won't be here today." Li Matchmaker smiled and trembled, she took out a stack of silver tickets from her sleeves, "This **** the thousand-year girl to Wuhou. I have to trouble you with the tomb."

"This..." Lin Biao looked at the banknotes pushed over by Matchmaker Li with a dilemma. This is indeed a big order. If they are done well, they will have a great reputation for the escort.

Is it easy to **** a millennial female zombie to the tomb of King Wuhou?

"Lin Biaotou, this is just a deposit. After you finish this matter, the benefits will be indispensable to you. Maybe then the king of Wuhou will be happy, and the underworld in the tomb will be picked up casually." Li Matchmaker gave Lin Biaotou in time. Drew a pie.

Lin Biaotou's heart was a little shaken, but he said: "I'm afraid I can't find that place."

"Then you can rest assured, I will accompany you."

Since Wuhou Wang's personal **** had dreamed of Li Matchmaker, Li Matchmaker naturally knew how to get to the tomb of Wuhou.

"Then I will call all the onmyojis in the escort." Lin Biaotou said. Although he is a dart, these onmyojis are not under his control, and the relationship between the two is just a cooperative relationship.