Chapter 72 Jiang Wangyue, You Have No Heart
There was silence in the aircraft for a moment.
Feng Yan leaned back with a cold face and said calmly, "Don't you know that snakes are cold-blooded animals? It's no wonder that my hands are cold."
"Is it not possible to ask?"
"no."
"oh."
Jiang Wangyue slightly moved her fingers, which had regained consciousness, then retracted them and gently kneaded them with her other hand.
The aircraft, which was in autopilot mode, was flying steadily along the set route.
Jiang Wangyue had only taken a quick glance before, and only now did he have time to look at the destination carefully.
District 6?
Isn't that where a lot of welfare institutions and many civilian orcs live?
Why did Feng Yan take her there?
Jiang Wangyue glanced at Feng Yan's cold expression.
Forget it, let’s not ask anymore, she’s afraid of being retorted.
Silence gradually spread in the aircraft, and neither of them said another word until the aircraft slowly landed.
The aircraft door opened automatically and Feng Yan jumped down first.
Jiang Wangyue sighed in her heart, then followed him out of the aircraft.
The bricks on the ground were cracked everywhere, and at the end of this faded brick road was a church that looked very dilapidated.
Feng Yan looked at the dilapidated little church from afar, his expression becoming somewhat complicated.
"Do you remember this place?" he asked suddenly.
ah?
Jiang Wangyue was a little confused. Had she been here before?
Seeing her expression, Feng Yan knew the answer.
He immediately sneered, "Jiang Wangyue, you really are heartless."
Jiang Wangyue glared.
No, brother, why are you cursing for no reason?
"If you have a heart, tell me."
"Are you sure you want to hear it? After you do, I'm going to kill and dispose of the body."
If Feng Yan was deliberately threatening, Jiang Wangyue might not be afraid.
But when she saw him talking about killing someone and disposing of the body in such a calm tone, she suddenly felt a little scared.
"Forget it, you'd better not tell me." Jiang Wangyue immediately backed down. She valued her life.
Feng Yan looked at her coldly, "You really know the current situation."
"After all, there's an old saying that goes, 'A man of insight is a hero.'"
"Go back and fly the aircraft."
Jiang Wangyue was immediately filled with questions, "Do you want to experience the feeling of a plane crash?"
Feng Yan chuckled, "Let me remind you, you are also on the aircraft."
"...You wait."
Jiang Wangyue turned around and climbed onto the aircraft, and directly called out the system Chabao.
"Turn on autopilot mode."
"Yes, autopilot mode is activated, please enter your destination."
Jiang Wangyue raised her hand and entered her home address, then turned around and raised her eyebrows at Feng Yan.
Feng Yan, who followed in, said nothing. He just looked back at the dilapidated little church. A trace of pain flashed in the depths of his eyes, but disappeared in an instant.
On the way back, Jiang Wangyue would occasionally glance at Feng Yan who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed and resting.
Seeing that he didn't respond at first, Jiang Wangyue later began to observe openly.
There was a faint layer of dark blue under Feng Yan's eyelids, and it looked like he had not had a good rest during this period of time.
In fact, Feng Yan is really handsome, the kind of handsome that is a little androgynous. Of course, it would be better if he could keep his mouth closed.
Jiang Wangyue hummed silently.
He says he has a sharp tongue, but isn't he?
When was it not that he mocked me first and then I fought back?
When Jiang Wangyue looked over again this time, she was caught off guard by Feng Yan's vertical pupils with a hint of coldness, which scared her immediately.
"What, what are you doing?"
"Weren't you very bold when you peeked at me just now? What! You are allowed to look at me, but I am not allowed to look at you?" Feng Yan pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile.
His words made Jiang Wangyue feel a little guilty, but she soon regained her composure.
"Just look, what's wrong with that? Are you afraid to look?"
Feng Yan sneered, "I'm not afraid of seeing it, I even hope you can look at it more."
Jiang Wangyue snorted softly, "Forget it, I'm afraid of aesthetic fatigue."
"Don't you get tired of looking at Lan Xue?"
Jiang Wangyue didn't expect him to mention Lan Xue, and was suddenly choked.
Before Jiang Wangyue could figure out how to refute, the terminal screen suddenly lit up.
It was a video communication request sent by Lan Xue.
Jiang Wangyue raised her hand and clicked to answer the call.
Lan Xue narrowed her eyes slightly and saw the background decoration behind Jiang Wangyue, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"Are you on a flying vehicle?"
"Well, Feng Yanfei said he wanted to teach me how to fly a flying machine."
Lan Xue frowned slightly, then smiled and asked, "So how are your learning results?"
"I have gained a preliminary understanding of the internal structure of the aircraft and how to start and use the corresponding systems." Jiang Wangyue said seriously.
Feng Yan said coldly from the side, "Speak human language."
Jiang Wangyue glared at him and said, "You can use the automatic driving mode now, okay?"
"Oh."
Jiang Wangyue forced himself to suppress the urge to beat someone up, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Lan Xue on the other side of the screen again.
"It'll probably take another half a week to get home. Are you back?"
"Well, I'm back now. I'm thinking about what to eat in the evening."
As soon as Jiang Wangyue heard Lan Xue's words, his eyes lit up.
"Eat Lulu pork!"
Lulu Beast is a star beast similar to a pig. It is very stupid but has a big appetite, and its meat is extremely delicious. Jiang Wangyue has fallen in love with it in the past two days.
Lan Xue smiled and nodded, "Of course, how about I prepare some and then have a hot pot?"
"good!!"
Half a week later.
The aircraft landed on the open space of the manor on time. Jiang Wangyue jumped down hurriedly and ran towards the house.
Feng Yan, who was walking behind her, looked at her back with a complicated look in his eyes.
Jiang Wangyue trotted into the kitchen, washed her hands briefly, and joined in preparing the food.
Shabu-shabu is hot pot. When it rained particularly heavily a few days ago, Lan Xue asked her if she wanted to eat shabu-shabu to ward off the cold. Only then did Jiang Wangyue realize that there was such a delicious food as hot pot.
She had only been in Interstellar for two months, and she had almost forgotten what it felt like to eat hot pot.
Lan Xue piled the sliced meat on the plate and asked casually, "Madam, where did you and Feng Yan go?"
"He took me to a shabby little church in District 6. First, he asked me inexplicably if I remembered it, and then he said that I had no heart. But I really had never been to that place..." Jiang Wangyue said helplessly.
When Lan Xue heard the key words "dilapidated little church in District 6", she paused.
"Could you describe the chapel in more detail?"
Jiang Wangyue was a little surprised, and then couldn't help but feel a jump in her heart.
No, could it be that “she” really had been there?
"I remember... the road in front of the chapel was made of faded stone bricks, extending all the way to the church entrance."
"By the way, to the right of the church, there is a big dead tree."
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