Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiaoyang never thought that she could regain consciousness. She had died many times, but this was the first time that someone had worked so hard to bring her back from hell.

But Jiaoyang would rather not wake up.

She held her head, which was in severe pain, and got up from the bed. Then when a little girl who looked like a maid ran towards her, she even suddenly thought that she was back on the first day she came to this world.

"Master Yi, you're awake." The maid exhaled in surprise. The name was different from the one she called her on the first day, which made Jiaoyang wake up a little.

She shook her head, held her forehead in her hand, and saw a tall man's figure at the door, holding something in his hand, separated from her by a window screen.

"What?" Jiaoyang was stunned, her eyes following the direction outside the door.

The figure outside the door seemed to be aware of it, knocked a few times, and quickly pushed the door open and entered.

——It's Yun Tangzhi.

Jiao Yang turned his head away.

"Why," Yun Tangzhi smiled, narrowed his fox eyes, and handed her the medicine bowl in his hand, "Looking at you, you seem disappointed? Who do you think you are?"

"Tsk," Jiaoyang took the medicine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, then took a candied date and swallowed it, curling her lips, "It's not a question of who is who, but just now, I almost thought I had traveled through time again. once."

Yun Tangzhi took the empty bowl in her hand, lowered his head and said nothing. I don't know whether she was speechless or just thinking about the meaning of what she just said.

"Why are you trying to save me?" Jiaoyang winked at the maid, and she walked out of the door. "It would be better to die."

Thinking about how spectacular her original way of death was, but now that was no longer possible, she had to find another way to die. Jiaoyang also pays attention to the sense of ritual and doesn't like that kind of death method that is not special enough. Who knows how many brain cells will be consumed by that time.

As for how many days she had been in a coma, she naturally knew it. Her soul was still awake, but her body just couldn't bear it. After all, she had secretly practiced the Blood Demon Kung Fu for the past few years, and her body was almost exhausted, so she had no choice but to stay in the system space for a few days.

It goes without saying how many casualties there were outside. In fact, when she was doing all these things that seemed crazy to outsiders that day, the system also stopped her. But if she could be obedient, then she would no longer be Sheng Jiaoyang.

Yun Tangzhi still didn't speak. This was not Tea Guest Villa, but an inn. Jiaoyang lowered her head and ate the candied fruit bit by bit. He held his head in his hands and just sat next to her and looked at her.

After Jiaoyang had eaten all the candied fruit, Yun Tangzhi said, "Jiaoyang, let's talk."

".Um."

Jiaoyang nodded, which was beyond Yun Tangzhi's expectation. After all, he thought that she should at least ask suspiciously what they were talking about, but she was unusually calm: "Is it about the Yuan and Ming Dynasties? Where is he now?"

Yun Tangzhi was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile: "Smart little Jiaoyang."

"I've always been smart." Jiaoyang flipped her hair, like a narcissistic and bratty kid.

She remembered that day, when the villa collapsed, the white light rushed out

Yun Tangzhi couldn't help but laugh for a moment, and then looked at her, his face gradually becoming serious: "Now, smart little Jiaoyang, I tell you that the leader is lost."