Female Transmigrating To Male: Playing With The Cold Male God

Qin Zimo regained some consciousness, his eyes opened a slit, and the man's snow-white sleeves were stained red by the blood on his palms.

The person he had been thinking about day and night was sitting in front of him, and Qin Zimo thought of the events of that day, and his warm heart instantly cooled.

I can't help but think that if he hadn't been promised, with the temperament of a senior brother, he shouldn't have agreed.

Immediately, Qin Zimo laughed at himself, what did he know about him.

He Qin Zimo is like a dog, Xie Jinghong stroked him a few times when he was happy, and kicked him aside when he was unhappy, and he couldn't have any complaints.

Thinking wildly, Qin Zimo fell asleep again.

Qin Zimo felt the sunlight outside the window, and when he opened his eyes again, Xie Jinghong had already disappeared, if it weren't for the dragon sword on the table, Qin Zimo would have thought that all this was just a dream of his own.

Qin Zimo smiled bitterly, he was so ruthless, but he kept giving him alms, giving favors to others again and again.

But Qin Zimo knew that he loved Xie Jinghong and loved it to the bones, and after so many awkward years, Qin Zimo finally admitted it.

But he also hates Xie Jinghong, he never responds to his feelings, everything he does is out of the concern of the elders for the juniors.

Qin Zimo is also in such care, struggling day by day and despairing day by day.

Do you want him to grab Xie Jinghong's collar and tell him fiercely that he loves him?

He knew Xie Jinghong, and Xie Jinghong would only pull them farther away.

Seeing the dragon sword glowing with a faint red light on the table, Qin Zimo was a little surprised.

Xie Jinghong's kendo attainments have reached this point.

At that time, Qin Zimo was still a little conscious, and saw Xie Jinghong feeding the sword with blood.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the true dragon bloodline in his body, and he was summoned by the bloodline, he wouldn't dare to give it a try.

No one would be stupid enough to gamble with their lives.

Even if Qin Zimo had a bloodline related to the Dragon Yin Sword in his body, he didn't dare to feed the sword with blood, for fear that he would be counterattacked.

Feeding the sword with blood is an extremely domineering way to recognize the master.

It was entirely the warrior's own sword intent that forced him to submit.

If it is pulled out, it is a gradual taming process, which is gentler.

Is it Xie Jinghong who is too confident in his own strength, or is he too desperate to save Qin Zimo.

As soon as these two options appeared in Qin Zimo's mind, he chose the former without hesitation.

Xie Jinghong is a real genius, I have to say that Xie Jinghong is the only person he Qin Zimo admired since he was a child.

"Knock knock."

There was a soft knock on the door.

A small servant stood respectfully at the door, raised his head and found that Qin Zimo was awake.

Holding a plate of steaming dishes in his hands.

Hunched over, he carefully placed the meal on the table in front of the window.

"How long have I been in a coma."

"Guest officer, as far as I know, it has been a total of five days since you lived in this room."

Five days? It's been so long!

"How have I eaten for the past five days?"

"It's the white-clothed fairy... The boy in white feeds you food every day.

Qin Zimo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the little guy realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly changed his words.

However, the man was dressed in white, and he was too good-looking.

Their inn has been open for so many years, and there are good-looking people every day, but they have never met such a fairy-like person, and they call him the white-clothed fairy in private.