Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Yeah."

The man picked up the cup and put it to his lips.

Smile, chuckle.

The eyes that fell into the cup were gloomy.

Jiao Yang and Huangfu Yan sneaked out again, and the two had a great time playing outside.

"You have to be happy all the time, Xiao Jiaoyang. You can't have such a sullen look hiding your thoughts like today, in the future."

Before parting, he yelled to himself like this.

"Who has something on his mind and is depressed." Jiao Yang pouted, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

The moment the two children turned to say goodbye on the street, no one would have thought that after this farewell, things have changed.

When Jiao Yang returned to Sheng's house, she climbed over the wall from that familiar place. It's just that today is different, totally different.

She walked up and stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

The last wave of killing is over. There was blood all over the sky, and the corpses piled up into mountains. At this time, the sky is snowing.

Snowflakes fell one after another, landing on the man's white fox fur, and falling on his eyebrows. At his feet, snow and blood intertwined and gathered to form a river, scattered in all directions.

But he was the only one, under the universal light, standing above the three thousand corpses like a god.

He turned his face sideways, he was dressed in black and white fur, three thousand blue hairs were hanging down, the blood color seemed to stain his brows, his face was pale and weak, but it looked beautiful. This is a strange man like a devil, with a cold and evil spirit.

At this moment, with just one glance, his calm and gentle mask in the past was completely shattered. This is the real him.

That man who appeared in operas, TV dramas, scripts, and novels... only the man who never appeared in front of her.

"Yuan and Ming Dynasty" Jiao Yang unconsciously called out his name, stopped in his tracks, and stood there slightly in a daze.

She looked at him, and at his side, the endless blood all over the sky.

The picture scroll in front of her was very strange, but she couldn't take her eyes off it.

[Host. Host, what are you doing? ] The system was dumbfounded, 【So scared that you can't run anymore? Look at your worthless look! 】

"I want that man."

Jiao Yang spoke suddenly. She reached out and, from a distance, placed her hand on his face in the void. The corners of the mouth curled up slightly, showing an expression of certainty.

[Nani? ? 】At that moment, the system thought it was hallucinating.

"Yes, I want." The girl's eyes were bent, stating what she thought in her heart, her eyes were full of longing and beauty.

[You want to be big, I think you are crazy,] the system couldn't help but roll its eyes, [You escape this catastrophe first, whether you can survive is a problem, if you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. 】

She also said that the taste of the Yuan and Ming Dynasties was heavy, and she didn't even look at what kind of goods she was, such weird species as perverted snake spirits, sick lunatics, etc., all of them made a nest!

Jiao Yang smiled, but didn't speak.

There are people all around, wearing uniform attire, looking at her in unison.

But compared to the original plot, why did he start a day earlier.

Is it because the current Sheng family is worthless to him?

Sheng Qingyuan fell to the ground, her eyes were terrified and her heart was broken. She almost used up all her strength to crawl over, her body was covered in blood, and she hugged her father's already cold body: "Father, you can't just leave like this! It's my daughter who killed you, it's all my daughter."

She was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe, when she met the man who was walking towards her with a sword, his eyes were full of hatred.

"Why. Daddy and I trust you so much, why.!"

"Miss Sheng's feelings moved me very much, but it's a pity that I'm not your sweetheart, I'm Yuan Mingqi."

The corner of Yuan Mingqi's mouth twitched, with an unkind sarcasm. He looked down at her condescendingly, and pointed his sword at her throat.

"What." Sheng Qingyuan was stunned in place, and after a while, maybe she also understood that she couldn't live anymore, holding back her sadness and hatred, she knelt down and begged.

"Young Master Yuan, I will kill you if you want, but for the sake of the Sheng family's hospitality to you during this period, may I beg you in the end to save Jiaoyang's life? She still doesn't know anything, she Still a child."

She lowered her head, pain intertwined, tears all over her face.

"The dead are not qualified to say these things."

A cold light flashed, and the woman fell to the ground, blood spurting from her neck.

At this time, someone noticed the little girl standing over there.

"Hey, what is this?" They whispered to each other, laughing maliciously, "The little lamb who got lost?"

"Are you going to kill her?"

"Like this kind of useless little thing, let's tease and torture it first, and then kill it."

"Miss." Bi Ling came over and watched her suddenly appear in shock, her face turned pale for a while. At this moment, her long hair is tied into a bunch, which is obviously different from the usual Jiaoyang's accustomed to her appearance.

Jiao Yang stood on the spot, staring at the scene in front of her with wide eyes, as if she didn't feel it, and couldn't hear their conversation.

"Miss," Bi Ling walked over, grabbed her hand, and lowered her voice, "Go quickly."

Jiao Yang shook her off, her eyes were indifferent: "Betraying the Lord, once betraying the Lord, I won't believe you a second time."

Bi Ling froze.

She stared straight at the man, with an inexplicable stubbornness and stubbornness on her face. Until he also turned sideways and turned his gaze to her.

There was no extra emotion on the man's face, and he wasn't even surprised when he saw the child.

He just turned his head slightly, glanced at those people, and they all closed their mouths, and they fell silent for a moment.

Bi Ling's face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground with everyone, which made Jiao Yang standing there alone, standing out from the crowd.

She seemed to be a little panicked, tripped over a stone next to her, and fell to the ground.

Yuan Mingqi was standing by her side, the man who usually took good care of her and liked to joke around with her, now just watched her fall and treated her coldly.

However, when she fell to the ground, he squatted down again, opened the umbrella in his hand, and covered her from the wind and snow falling in the air.

He just stared at her like this, with the blood of her relatives still on his body, without saying a word.

The child puffed up his cheeks, with grievance in his eyes.

"You killed my sister, and my father, and ruined my family."

Jiao Yang lowered her head, her long eyelashes and hair hung down, covering her expression.

She stated the facts calmly.

On the other side, when Huangfuyan returned home, he was also facing a catastrophe.

"Butterflies. Lots of butterflies"

The colorful butterflies fluttered their wings, gathered in the air into a huge mass, and spread out densely before his eyes, like weaving a giant net, bringing the shadow of death to everyone, struggling and suffocating despair.

The leading blood-red monster butterfly flew out, Huangfuyan stared at it with wide eyes. The butterfly fluttered its wings, and finally landed on the fingers of the teenagers who were smeared with bright red Danko.

Two chapters in one.