Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Although the fragment just looked up in a hurry and looked back, and continued to bury his face in his lap, Feng Qian could still see the young man's face clearly.

Even in the game, the skin of the teenager gives people a feeling of being fairer than snow. His eyes were very light, as if full of Ling Lingbo's light, but also as if there was a faint smudge in those beautiful eyes of elegant Yuehua.

Just a pair of eyes makes people feel beautiful and holy, like a god.

Lips are as beautiful as petals.

The long eyelashes are slightly drooping, fine and dense, and the tail of the eyelashes is slightly curled.

Even though the clothes on the boy's body can be said to be rustic, it did not suppress the boy's beauty in the slightest.

so……

It's called... ugly? !

Feng Qian now has to reconsider whether the fragments are the problem of the NPC or the player.

Feng Qian looked at the boy huddled in the corner and said, "Since everyone is ugly, we despise each other, and then we don't need to cover our faces. Anyway, they are ugly, half a catty is equal to eight taels."

Ji Cheng on the side was also shocked by the goddess' remarks.

Over there, the boy huddled in the corner paused. He seemed to think the girl was right. He slowly raised his head and looked at the girl opposite.

I thought, they are all ugly, so there is no need to hide.

The young man thought about it, and stood up slowly.

After the boy stood up, Feng Qian noticed that the debris was really high.

Tall and thin, that face can be called a prosperous beauty.

Feng Qian asked him, "Are you from the small town?"

The boy frowned, as if trying to think about something. After a while, he shook his head and nodded again.

Feng Qian: "?"

I just heard the boy say, "I'll be right here as soon as I wake up. I don't remember anything else."

Feng Qian frowned, "Then do you remember your name?"

Hearing the sound, the young man fell into thinking again. He frowned, raised his articulated hand and pressed his temple, which seemed to be very painful.

"If you can't remember, then don't."

The boy didn't seem to hear the girl's words, he hugged his head, and his expression gradually became painful.

After a while, the boy snorted and squatted on the ground holding his head.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, walked over and squatted down.

"Are you OK?"

Feng Qian tried to raise her hand to rub her head, but was avoided by the teenager.

His light-colored eyes stared at the girl quietly, and the painful look between his eyebrows gradually faded.

The teenager opened his lips and spit out two words: "Tang Mo."

"Um?"

Feng Qian reacted, "Your name is Tang Mo?"

"Um."

The young man nodded slightly.

Feng Qian frowned and asked, "Then how long have you been here?"

To this question, Tang Mo couldn't help but stunned, and only gave an ambiguous answer: "It's been a long time."

In fact, he didn't know when he got here. It just feels so long.

When I woke up, I was already here.

As long as he tried to think about who he was and where he came from, his head would sting, just like just now.

Gradually, he felt that his mind gradually increased some awareness.

For example, he decided that he was too ugly to be seen.

People in the town called him ugly.

Whether it's an adult or a child, when they see him, they will sneer in their eyes and sneer in their words.

Tang Mo has no memory, and in an unfamiliar environment, he is simply like a child.

Being ridiculed by everyone, he gradually became inferior. Hide yourself in a dark and uninhabited place. If you accidentally bump into someone, you will cover your face subconsciously.

Later, some people in strange clothes came to the town one after another.

Those people, call them NPC.

Tang Mo also wondered if his name was just NPC?