Transmigrating into a Big Villain in the Book

Chapter 271: Qi Cheng Was Injured Again

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

“Isn’t it?” Qi Cheng smiled at Lin Qingye and showed the obvious little canine tooth unawares in the right side of his mouth.

Lin Qingye was stunned and looked away, “Maybe.”

Qi Cheng’s smile became more and more obvious. He slowly walked to Lin Qingye’s side and stood there. Qi Cheng, who seemed to be sane, was not as calm as he looked outwardly.

He looked sideways carefully at Lin Qingye.

He let out a sigh of relief after he didn’t feel Brother Qingye’s escape and precautions. It seemed that he had gotten along quite well with him recently. At least, he had made great progress.

“Thank you,” Qi Cheng suddenly heard Brother Qingye spoke out these two words to him. He was stunned and turned to look at him.

“Brother Qingye, why do you suddenly thank me?”

Lin Qingye looked at him and said seriously, stressing each word, “Thank you for saving my life.”

The corner of Qi Cheng’s mouth twitched, “Brother Qingye, you don’t have to say this. I’ll be willing to lose my life for you, let alone save you.”

Lin Qingye frowned and wanted to say something. Qi Cheng waved his hand and turned to smooth things over. “Okay, I’m tired. Brother Qingye, I’ll go back first.”

Lin Qingye looked at Qi Cheng who pretended to be relaxed and elegant and sighed silently. Before he forgot about his Majesty, he couldn’t make any response to Qi Cheng because that would be more traumatic for them.

Therefore, it was good for them to be in such a situation.

How couldn’t Qi Cheng realize what his Brother Qingye was thinking? When he returned to the tent, his smiling eyes instantly turned cold. It couldn’t go like this, he had to find a pretext for getting close to him.

Qi Cheng touched his chin and his eyes darkened. He definitely couldn’t force him again. If he did it once again, he had no doubt that Brother Qingye would really kill him with the sword.

However, if he didn’t take tough measures, he couldn’t succeed for Brother Qingye was very vigilant against him. He didn’t know what to do

Qi Cheng sighed and patted himself on the head. “Why are you so stupid? Why can’t you restrain yourself? Who let you act on impulse? Don’t you know you’ll be confused mentally because of getting drunk?”

Although the wound on his shoulder was almost healed, it was still a little painful when he moved his arm. Qi Cheng seemed to have come up with something and his eyes twinkled suddenly.

‘Yeah, that’s right, I shouldn’t have been so stupid at that time.’

No alcohol had been consumed in the army barracks in order to preempt problems, especially for the generals, if Qi Cheng wanted to drink, he must need a reason.

Lin Qingye was working on military affairs in the tent when suddenly there was the sound of many footsteps outside. He quickly got up and looked at a soldier, asking, “What happened?”

The soldier replied, “It is General Qi whose wound is cracked again when he is doing exercise this afternoon.”

Lin Qingye frowned. ‘Why does he still go on instead of having a rest?’ He walked to Qi Cheng’s tent. Just as he threw back the flap, a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of alcohol attacked him.

“What’s the matter with him?”

“General Lin, there is no narcotic left, so he needs to drink some wine.”

Lin Qingye nodded and sat opposite Qi Cheng. He probably drank so much that Qi Cheng’s eyes were a little slack.

The army medical doctor left after he bounded up Qi Cheng’s wounds, leaving only Qi Cheng and Lin Qingye in the tent.

Lin Qingye couldn’t just let Qi Cheng sit here. He reached out his hand to help him get up, but Qi Cheng grabbed Lin Qingye’s arm tightly and refused to get up. His force was so strong that Lin Qingye didn’t dare to shake him off in fear for hurting him.