Quick Transmmigration: The Diseased Male Protagonist is Turning Black

"Yes, daddy."

A voice came from behind the door curtain like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, and then a green and white hand gently opened the door curtain.

The beautiful woman wearing a light green floral skirt and a headscarf of the same color moved her lotus steps lightly, walked to the front and back of the table and bowed to the crowd, "The little girl has seen all the distinguished guests."

Wang Ming looked at the beautiful woman dumbfounded, oh my god! This game is really what he likes. It is tailor-made for him. With more benefits, he almost forgot that this is a horror game.

These beauties came one by one, and all of them were of the best quality, and he was almost dazzled when he saw them.

Even a peasant girl looks so beautiful and beautiful!

It would be great if it was a harem game he had played before, whether it was Charlene, the player like him, or the plump and charming Li Matchmaker, or the gentle inn girl ghost and the beautiful and shy peasant girl, all All are in the harem.

Wang Ming, who had all kinds of fantasies in his mind, smirked, and he didn't come back to his senses until Axiang came over with a hip flask to fill him with wine.

Sniffing the scent from Axiang up close, Wang Ming's face showed a look of obsessive intoxication, and his heart was already rippling, "Thank you, girl Axiang, I can do it myself."

Axiang smiled at Wang Ming Yanran, and everything Wang Ming wanted to say got stuck in his throat, allowing Axiang to fill him with wine.

Axiang leaned down slightly to pour the wine, revealing a deep white gully, Wang Ming's eyes straightened.

Xia Linyin looked at Wang Ming speechlessly. This person was really in a certain state. He had just learned a lesson from the female ghost in the inn, and now he was becoming wretched again.

It's a peony to be a ghost.

After filling up the wine for everyone, Axiang sat down in the empty seat in front of the dinner table.

"Matchmaker Li, what do you think of the little girl's face?" the village chief asked.

"The face is like a full moon, the color of the morning glow, the ears are wide, and there is wealth and fate."

After listening to Li Matchmaker's words, the village chief laughed from ear to ear, and A Xiang also smiled shyly on the side.

The village head then asked Li Matchpo some questions about Axiang’s birthday. After this meal, the village head was already blushing. Obviously, he got a very satisfactory answer from Li Matchpo.

Even when allocating the room, he opened a separate room for Li Matchmaker.

Xia Linyin and Sister Liu sleep in the same room, and Wang Ming, Old Wu and Fatty sleep in the same room.

But this is exactly what the players want, if something happens, they can take care of each other.

The village chief’s house is a wooden attic, which makes a "creak" sound when walking on the wooden stairs.

Especially in the quiet night, the sound is clearer and longer.

Xia Linyin took the lantern that Li Matchmaker gave her and walked towards the second floor step by step.

The surroundings were quiet, only the stairs groaned again and again.

The lantern in her hand gleamed faintly, and Xia Linyin regretted that she ran out to go to the hut.

It's a pity that people have three urgency.

"Gulu—Gulu—"

Suddenly, Gulugulu's voice sounded, covering the scalp-squeaking sound of the stairs.

At this time, Xia Linyin also stepped onto the last step, and she quickly ran towards the room gently.

"Gu Lu-Gu Lu -" The voice of Gu Lu Gu Lu also got closer and closer.

As soon as Xia Linyin ran to the door of the room, the source of the bone noise also turned from the corner of the corridor, unexpectedly colliding with Xia Linyin's sight.

The scene in front of her suddenly slammed into Xia Linyin's eyes like a painting.

The boy in a light white long coat sits in a wooden wheelchair, his waist-length hair is simply **** with a bamboo hairpin, his leg is covered with a plain felt, and a simple circular jade pendant is hung around his waist.

Behind him was an elderly servant who was pushing a wheelchair in one hand and a lantern in the other.

The warm yellow light from the lantern coated the boy's body with a faint halo.

The boy was very thin, his thin chin was sharpened, and his hands on the felt were white as if they were broken.

A pair of jet black eyes looked extraordinarily large on his thin face, and his pupils were mostly black, and they looked like black holes that could **** everything in.

The boy looked at Xia Linyin, his eyes were not waved, showing a calmness and indifference that did not fit his age, and even the soft light from the lantern did not warm his eyes.

The elderly servant, the exquisite boy who doesn't look like a real person, the lantern glowing with warm yellow light, and the waveless eyes all constitute a painting that impresses Xia Linyin.

A painting that looks like a dream.

"Gulu—Gulu—"

The two wooden wheels of the wheelchair ran across the floor, and the old servant pushed the boy past Xia Linyin's side.

Xia Linyin pushed open the door and entered the room until the sound went away.

Seeing Xia Linyin's face being hooked, Sister Liu asked, "What's wrong? It looks like a soulless face."

Xia Linyin hung up the lantern and said, "I just saw a little boy sitting in a wheelchair. He looks like that kind of SD doll in a shop window."

"No wonder I just heard a sound in the hallway." Sister Liu said, and then teased Xia Linyin, "I thought you saw Young Master Pian Pian being hooked. I didn't expect it to be a young lady. Sister Liu didn't see it. , So you are so good."

Xia Linyin said helplessly: "The child's eyes are a little weird."

When Xia Linyin said so, Sister Liu also changed her face, "Anyway, let's take turns to watch the night tonight, so don't leave the room again."

"Good." Xia Linyin nodded.

Hearing the fat man's snoring, Wang Ming couldn't fall asleep over and over, his mind was full of scenes during the day.

For a while, it was the confession of the female ghost of the inn, and for a while it was Axiang’s white chest, and for a while it was the waist and buttocks of Li Matchmaker.

Wang Ming, who thinks of a woman with a wicked fire, lifted the quilt and scolded a swear word. He sat silently on the bed for a while and then patted the fat man, "Fat man, fat man, are you asleep?"

"Fuck! You wake up all the time you fall asleep!" In the game, the fat guy who didn't dare to fall asleep woke up after being shot a few times by Wang Ming.

Wang Ming pleased with a smile and said, "I have nothing serious about this."

"What's serious?" The fat man frowned and looked at him.

"I think the village chief has a problem with the cliff. You can see that he looks only in his thirties, but his daughter Axiang is so old—"

The fat man interrupted Wang Ming impatiently, "What's so strange about it, the ancients didn't always get married early, or gave birth early."