The vicious villain is in luck again

"But when it comes to this, I really don't understand one thing." Luyuan was unaware of He Yiyi's awkward silence. "The eldest lady actually went to the stable to see the ugly slave, and she and the ugly slave were in the same room.

Don’t let me follow you.”

This news was much more shocking to He Yiyi than asking a doctor to name her. Her eyes widened, "Really?!"

Luyuan was startled by He Yiyi's sudden excitement.

She shrank back, looked at He Yiyi with round eyes, and said nothing.

He Yiyi realized that he was too excited, so he calmed down a little and explained in a gentle voice, "It's inappropriate for the eldest lady to act like this."

Luyuan nodded, "I think so too, but the eldest lady doesn't seem to care about this."

He Yiyi's expression turned ugly. She looked around and forced a smile, "Sister Luyuan, you see it's getting late. Don't waste your time chatting with me. Hurry up.

Go and rest."

Lu Yuan was moved beyond words, look at how considerate this lovely second lady is to their servants.

She told He Yiyi to take a rest early and then leave. After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"By the way, Miss Second." She took out something from her arms, "This is a thank you gift from the ugly slave."

He Yiyi took it and took a look, it was a bird made of straw.

The little bird folded its wings and stretched out one leg. It could not stand firmly on the palm of its hand. The straw was not pulled firmly and the gap was exposed. It looked bulging, but its belly was empty.

As if to fill the void, the moonlight rushed into the gap, making it look a bit more luxurious.

He Yiyi held the little bird, raised it high above his head, looked at it again and again, and smiled at Luyuan, "It's so cute."

She carefully closed the bird in her hands and murmured, "This is the first time I have received such a gift."

After Luyuan heard this, her heart felt a little bit distressed for He Yiyi.

The second young lady is really pitiful. She must help the second young lady more in the future.

An Ran returned to the room with a heavy breath and sat for a while. After the anger was almost gone, she put out the candle. In the darkness, she fell into sleep soon.

Just when An Ran lost consciousness, she felt her feet go empty, and then she was forced to wake up by the sudden feeling of falling.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was still dark in front of me, but it was not the quiet and stable darkness in the house, but the unstable darkness outside under the sky, exposed to the unknown environment.

"Crack", a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the darkness.

So An Ran saw clearly the environment in front of her in this moment of light.

She was now standing in front of a closed wooden door, her hand resting on the door latch.

She didn't know whether it was because of the insecurity caused by the unfamiliar environment or what, An Ran just felt that the door was so dark and high, as if something would break through from the outside at any time and swallow her, holding the door bolt.

My hands were shaking constantly.

A sense of fear rose from the soles of her feet and went straight into her heart along with the chill.

An Ran's consciousness was clear. Faced with all this weirdness, she felt incredible. Ever since she could remember, she had never been so scared, like a person who vaguely sensed the precursor to death.

The hand holding the door latch was still shaking.

An Ran tried hard to pull her hand back, but found that it didn't move.

Is it a very realistic dream?

"Help~~~"

Outside the door, a little boy's angry voice came over.

This sound was like unlocking the spell of a talisman. An Ran was surprised to find that the fear all over her body receded like a tide, and she became able to move freely from being unable to move.

She immediately retracted her hand and took a few steps back.

But it wasn't until she was able to move around that An Ran felt something was wrong.

Touching his hands and body, he is obviously more beautiful than Twelve-Three

At 18 years old, her body is even smaller, almost the same as He Yiyi. She is only seven or eight years old now.

Just when she was shocked by this incident, the little boy's voice appeared again.

"Please, help me~~~" He seemed to be really unable to hold on any longer. Even these words gradually became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

This voice made An Ran feel tangled in her heart. She was entangled in an inexplicable emotion for some reason at this moment, and she was ready to open the door to save the little boy, but she instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The unknown is always scary. The little boy's voice dispelled some fears, but then brought new ones.

To save or not to save?

An Ran fell into deep thought.

Time passed minute by minute, and while An Ran was hesitating, there was movement at the door again.

"Xiaoran, sister is back."

The door was knocked gently, and a soft voice came into An Ran's ears. This voice was so beautiful that it was nothing short of the most beautiful music in the world.

Somehow, An Ran's heart calmed down all of a sudden. At the same time, she found that her actions and emotions were not her own, so An Ran could only look at this little An Ran like a bystander.

Little Anran quickly pulled out the door latch, almost bursting into tears, and cried loudly: "Sister, you are finally back!"

There was a tall figure standing outside the door. She was holding a candle in one hand. Under the light of the fire, she showed a beautiful female face.

The woman held a ball-like object in her other hand. The object was furry and its body was still moving up and down.

Little Anran's attention was immediately attracted by this ball of fur, and her previous complicated emotions were all gone. She trotted up to the woman in a few steps, "What is this?"

Holding such a soft ball, the woman did not look very relaxed, and even showed a solemn expression.

Xiao Anran waited for a while but didn't hear the woman's answer before he noticed something strange about her.

The flickering candlelight could only illuminate half of the woman's body clearly, and the visible half of her body was stained red with blood. The original pattern and pattern of the lotus-colored coat she changed into before going out could no longer be distinguished.

color.

Don't ask why An Ran knew that this woman changed into a lotus-colored coat before going out. This was something that automatically emerged in her mind that was beyond her control.

Xiao Anran was a little confused. She had never seen such a scene and didn't know what it meant, but she felt inexplicably horrified.

A drop of hot candle oil fell on the woman's hand. Little Anran suddenly felt the pain of the candle oil dripping on her skin, and she exclaimed.

Maybe she noticed little Anran's fear, and the woman smiled, but the smile looked a little pale and feeble in little Anran's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, this blood is not mine." She handed the fur to little Anran.

"Xiaoran, catch it."

Little Anran took the fur ball over in a daze. The moment she touched the ball of fur, a warm current spread from her arm to the whole body. It was a warm and soft ball, and her nervousness relaxed.

Come down.

Half of Xiao Anran's thoughts were already lost in the dumplings in his arms, while the other half of his thoughts were still struggling to focus on the woman.

The woman held the candle and squatted down in the other direction. Only then did Xiao Anran see a person lying on the ground. The clothes on that person shone vaguely and smoothly under the candlelight, and the light outlined different patterns.

As the candlelight flickers, it disappears and appears, which is very beautiful.

Yes, there was a little boy outside asking for help before.

The woman carried the little boy into the house. In the bright room, little Anran saw several scratches on the little boy's face. His eyelashes were trembling, his brows were furrowed, and his lips were tightly pursed. Even in a coma, he couldn't feel comfortable.

, seemed to be greatly frightened.

After fetching hot water, the woman wiped the boy's face carefully. The handkerchief went all the way down and was about to sink into the little boy's chest covered by clothes. Just when little Anran was stunned, the woman suddenly stopped.

She looked towards Xiao An from the corner of her eye

Ran glanced lightly and said, "Xiaoran, go to the next room."

Xiao Anran blinked, "Can't I see it?"

"No." The woman replied decisively, "It will hurt your eyes if you look at it."

So Xiao Anran hugged Xiao Tuanzi obediently and was about to leave. Just when she turned around, the woman's voice came again.

"Miss, are you awake?"

safely:"???"

Isn't the woman her sister? Why did she start calling her Miss instead?

"Miss, breakfast is ready."

There was a difference between this voice and the woman's voice.

"Miss..."

An Ran opened her eyes and said, "Stop screaming."

He Yiyi outside the door became silent for a moment.

She looked at the top of the bed with hazy eyes. The light seeped in softly from the curtains and fell on her quilt and hands, forming a small spot of light. It had a different and subtle feeling, just like the drop falling on the woman's hand in a dream.

The candle above is attached to the spot of light.

It's a little painful, a little hot, a little itchy.

An Ran, who was more awake, moved his hand away from the light spot, stood up and recalled the scene in his dream.

It was crystal clear.

She put the heel of her palm against her temple, "It's really, really weird."

Ever since she could remember, she had rarely dreamed. Even if she occasionally fell into a dream, it would be short-lived, confused and confusing. It was impossible to have such a complete and clear memory, and this was not the first time.

She has not forgotten Tanlang whom she dreamed about in her previous small world.

An Ran rubbed her chin and secretly wondered if there was any connection between these two dreams. Maybe this little boy was that Tanlang.

He Yiyi couldn't hear An Ran's movements for a long time and started knocking on the door again to call her.

His tone was still soft and waxy, but it sounded annoyingly tight, like a young monk chanting sutras.

An Ran was already a little upset because she was woken up midway and was worried about her dream. She was even more upset when He Yiyi yelled at her.

She covered her eyes with one hand.

What is the temperament of this girl of luck, and why is it different from what Tiandao said when she first met her?

Her love and affection for He Yiyi has completely plummeted now, and she is more confused, like holding a slippery fish that she can't catch firmly.

Under He Yiyi's seemingly timid but actually urging call from the air, An Ran got dressed in a hurry.

Glancing at Tiandao who was still sleeping soundly in his little nest, she opened the door.

An Ran originally wanted to scare him one by one with the original owner's "power" expressionlessly, but never thought of opening the door.

It almost got messed up.

She looked down steadily at He Yiyi who showed a timid smile, and forgot to let go of her hand holding the door.

Ah, what is so cute.

It's He Yiyi's face that is as innocent and pure as a little rabbit but also has baby fat.

Because of this cuteness, An Ran felt unbearable.

He Yiyi held up a copper basin full of water with trembling hands, with a slight smile on his face, "Miss, hot water."

An Ran lowered her eyelids and looked at the slightly swaying water, strangely remembering the scene that annoyed her last night.

That unbearable feeling was immediately diluted.

She carried the copper basin with quick hands and eyes, and turned around and kicked the door shut before He Yiyi could follow him.

"Miss." He Yiyi called her again, "I have to help you wash up."

An Ran squeezed out two words from her mouth in pain, "Shut up!"

If you don't shut up, she's going to lose her temper.