"Whose skin are you going to peel off?" Nan Qianyue walked over with a big smile.
Xiao Chen's expression faltered, and he even seemed a little nervous.
Did his appearance just now scare Nan Nan?
Will Nan Nan think he's too cruel?
Two years ago, she told him to change his habit of killing...
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Nan Qianyue stood in front of him, tilting her head to look at him.
Ye Jian and his companions disappeared on their own.
Xiao Chen pursed his lips, steadied his breathing for a moment, and then asked in a very low voice, "Nan Nan, was I too fierce just now?"
Uncle Yan, hidden in the shadows: Of course it's fierce! They'll skin you alive! It scared me so much I almost had a heart attack.
Nan Qianyue stroked her chin and thought for a moment, "He was a bit fierce, but you were probably just saying it out of anger. Ye Jian said you were in a bad mood, and it's understandable that you might say something harsh when you're in a bad mood."
Uncle Yan: "..." It was said in anger, but it was also the truth.
Ye Jian: "..." It's not unusual for a lord to skin people alive.
Xiao Chen finally managed a smile, but there was a hint of dejection in his eyes.
Nanqianyue noticed his unusual behavior, but instead of asking directly, she pulled his sleeve and led him towards the swing.
As soon as she came in, she saw the swing, although it was a bit simple.
"Sit down." Nan Qianyue pressed Xiao Chen onto the swing and stood behind him, pushing him.
The scene he had recalled a thousand times reappeared, and Xiao Chen was suddenly touched, his eyes gradually burning.
Nanqianyue couldn't see his face, but pushed his back.
"Xiao Chen, if you're willing, you can tell me what's bothering you. Although I'm not strong enough to help you, I can help you curse. Someone as precious as you shouldn't use vulgar language, so I'll curse for you."
The word "southern migration" is already being searched in my mind.
Xiao Chen's lips curved upwards slightly, his dark pupils shimmering, and memories surfaced in those shimmering eyes...
In a secluded courtyard in the mountains, a woman dressed in plain clothes was busily cooking wild vegetable soup, her beautiful face covered in soot.
She fanned the smoky fire while awkwardly lifting the pot lid to check the contents.
Inside the wooden house, a pale-faced man leaned against the window, watching the woman warily. His dark pupils, like a cold lake in winter, faintly revealed a murderous aura.
"It's finally done!"
The woman lifted the pot lid and ladled out a bowl of wild vegetable soup. The soup splashed onto her hand, scalding her so much that she jumped up and down. But instead of throwing the bowl away, she placed it on the stove and then blew on her fingers.
Squeak—
The woman, carrying a bowl of wild vegetable soup, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door and slowly approached the wooden house.
She looked up at the bed, but it was empty.
"Huh? Where is he? Is he awake?"
The woman suspiciously placed the soup bowl on the table and turned to look for it when someone forcefully grabbed her throat.
"Uh—!" Her face gradually turned red.
"Let...go...I am...your...savior..." the woman managed to squeeze out.
The man did not let go, his sharp, icy eyes fixed on the woman like a predatory beast. "Tell me, who sent you?"
The woman cursed inwardly, her bloodshot eyes glaring at the man. "Let go... I'll talk..."
The man's eyes darkened, and he threw the woman to the ground, saying, "Say it, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."
The woman, now freed, coughed violently for a while. She stood up angrily, took a few steps back, and started cursing at the man.
"Are you blind? It was your aunt who saved your life! Look at your injuries, weren't they carefully treated? You had a fever all night, and I even went out to dig medicine for you! Not a single one of your ten fingers is unharmed! Without your aunt, you would have been meeting the King of Hell long ago! You came up here and started choking me, do you think you're some kind of mafia boss or domineering CEO? You lunatic! You're insane!"
The woman was undeniably beautiful, but the words she uttered were vulgar and offensive.
The man suddenly coughed up blood, and his tall body collapsed.
When he woke up again, it was already night.
Fortunately, the moonlight was bright, and its clear light shone through the broken window, making the dilapidated house appear and disappear.
The man tilted his head slightly, his weak and indifferent gaze falling on the woman who was sleeping by the bedside.
He slowly raised his hand, intending to finish off the woman.
But his hand froze in mid-air, hesitating.
Perhaps, she really is just an ordinary person.
The woman was a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest noise.
The man quickly pretended to be asleep, taking the opportunity to verify whether the woman had any ulterior motives.
"Sigh, I should have just not saved her. What a hassle."
Man: "..." I didn't ask you to save me.
The man felt a soft hand on his forehead, and then heard the woman say thankfully, "Thank goodness it didn't burn, otherwise I would have been dead."
Man: "..." My death has nothing to do with you.
The woman's nagging voice lingered in my ears for a long time.
"Sigh, I still can't understand how time travel could exist in the world? Am I dreaming? If so, this dream is too painful... My beautiful hands have done so much hard work... Oh God, please open your eyes and send me back, otherwise my dad will worry to death, and my fans can't live without me... They won't live well!"
Man: What? Why can't I understand some of the words?
He was pretending to be asleep, but he actually fell asleep while the woman was rambling on.
The man felt someone was pouring something into his mouth, and the action was rough and disrespectful.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the woman's wrist, and yelled, "How dare you!"
The woman's eyes went black. "Bullshit, this is medicine. Take it or leave it."
The man sat up and glanced at the bowl in the woman's hand, which had several chips in it and was filled with something black that looked disgusting.
He turned his face away. "Take it!"
Glug—
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