Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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"Feed this to Zhu Xu."

    A pill was placed on the table, and the man looked at the man in black in front of him, with a hesitant expression, "What is this?"

    "You don't need to know what it is, these two, red. It is Baidujie. Take it beforehand. The black is Mixiang. It's up to you to do it." The

    man hesitated for a moment, clenching his fist, he was about to leave this place!

    Seeing his reaction, the man in black sneered and turned and left.

    Another moonlit night.

    After taking a shower, the servant brought a roster. Zuo Yan knew what this was for, and turned it over twice at random, and a bust of a character was placed under a name.

    They are all beautiful women and handsome men, let him choose.

    No matter what.

    System: "If you lift it, what do you want to do."

    Zuo Yan shook the roster in his hand, "Of course...you slap

    it yourself." With this shaking , something fell out of it.

    It's a piece of paper with a poem on it, signed by Wei.

    Zuo Yan looked familiar and thought about it for a long time. This is a love poem that Zhu Xu gave to someone when he hooked up with a man. It was a rare poetry and it was copied.

    Looking through the roster in his hand, Wei's picture shows a young man.

    Zuo Yan held the two things in his hand and looked at the steward below until the other person's forehead sweated, and then faintly said: "Just him."

    "Yes." The

    steward bent over and backed down.

    ...

    Zuo Yan looked at the bright moon outside the window, and the man behind him was unbuttoning his shirt lightly.

    "Do you really want to do this?"

    "Yeah."

    "I feel a little embarrassed."

    "It's not the first time."

    "It's a bit nervous."

    "Take out the aura of yesterday."

    Fingertips tapped the cup, Zuo Yan seemed to see something flashing by in the dark.

    "Did he finish taking off?"

    System: "It's finished taking off."

    Zuo Yan turned his head, he took it off really clean, anyway he kept one, otherwise it would be cooler to lie on the ground for a while.

    The man approached, and whispered: "The prince..." The

    prince?

    Zuo Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the wine glass on the table, "Drunk Xiaoge's peach blossom stuffed, taste."

    Zuo Yan watched the man drank it, said that the two hadn't seen him for a long time, and turned to the cabinet to get the chessboard. .

    Wei Yi coldly looked at the figure behind the screen, took out the black object, and dropped it into the incense burner.