Fast time travel: She falls in love with the villain every day

Chapter 122 Zhuangyuan Brand Preserved Egg and Lean Meat Congee
"Peng Huan, if I say I've met you, would you... believe it?"

She finally opened her mouth slowly, with uncertain temptation in her eyes.

Very good!
Finally he was willing to speak.

Yin Penghuan quickly nodded and said firmly: "Yes, I believe it."

It's really unfortunate that just when Aunt Qing was about to say something, Shen Yue who hadn't seen a ghost for most of the day came back quietly.

The lights in the ward went out suddenly, and her vision was instantly plunged into darkness and silence.

When the lights were turned on, Aunt Qing was already fainted beside her bed, and beside her stood a ghostly figure of Shen Yue, like a scene from a horror movie, inexplicably scary.

Yin Penghuan looked up at him: "What did you do to her?"

"Miss Yin, don't panic, she just passed out."

Heh, became Miss Yin again?
She didn't show her face, and leaned calmly on the pillow behind her, with a gesture of not being very willing to talk to him:
"What are you trying to say? Or, let's talk about what you just did?"

Shen Yue was not annoyed when she saw her slow-moving demeanor, but instead smiled:
"I know where the third item is. It's in the Xiangming Teahouse. This teahouse has been open for thousands of years. Does Miss Yin know why Xu Feisheng often goes there?"

Of course she is clear about this, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to the Xiangming teahouse to block him.

Because Shen Yue has been a disaster for thousands of years, but he still can't disappear, what can be done?
Xu Feisheng could only go to Xiangming Teahouse once a week to listen to books, trying to brainwash Shen Yue and instill in him that he died normally and it had nothing to do with anyone...

Yin Penghuan lowered his eyes and turned his head, not wanting to talk to him, so he said to himself:

"Princess Anqing...had a bosom friend named Tang Jiyao, and the current Tang family belongs to his lineage."

Yin Penghuan interrupted him suddenly:

"Sansi Shen, I have a question to ask you, if I ask something later, can you keep calm?"

Shen Yue calmed down, looked at Aunt Qing who was unconscious, and then raised her eyes to Yin Penghuan: "Okay, Miss Yin, please ask."

"If in the end, you find that what you believed in for thousands of years is wrong—"

Shen Yue frowned, and interrupted her in a deep voice: "Impossible!"

Yin Penghuan's expression was complicated:
"How is it impossible? Seeing is not necessarily believing, just relying on what you hear with your ears, you will believe it? Have you ever seen it with your own eyes? Is your judgment so cheap?"

[Host, you can take your time, don't worry. 】

"I just wonder why he loves that person so much, but doesn't trust him at all!?"

The authorities are obsessed with the bystanders, and she, the bystander, is really anxious to death!
[Has the host ever thought that it is because of too much love that trust is so vulnerable. 】

"Shit, if you like it enough, you will have enough trust."

【…】

The system didn't dare to make a sound.

"Well, maybe Shen Yue has something wrong in his mind."

【…】

Shen Yue seemed to be a little abnormal, his brows were raised slightly, and they were twisted into a straight line, and there were blue veins on his neck that were signs of rage, and he looked as if he would be buried in a million corpses in the next moment, but he suddenly smiled.

Yin Peng's heart tightened, and he wrapped the bedding around him tightly. This shield seemed useless.

She glanced at the head of the bed calmly, great, there is a glass vase.

Shen Yue lowered his eyes and asked her with a smile: "Do you know? I suddenly have an idea..."

Yin Penghuan's face was full of vigilance: "What... what thoughts?"

Shen Yue approached slowly step by step, sat down beside her bed, then leaned over and whispered to her:

"I'm not as good as someone, so I won't look for it. If I just die with Miss Yin like this, it's not bad, what do you think?"

Subconsciously, Yin Penghuan raised his hand to protect his neck exposed to the air, and shrank back, opening the distance between the two of them, like a frightened little animal.

She stared at the inexplicable Shen Yue seriously: "I think...you can die alone."

Shen Yue: "..."

He stretched out his hand lightly, hooked the broken hair around her ear with his fingertips, and said softly: "Miss Yin, do you think I'm discussing with you?"

She squinted at Shen Yuejie's slender fingers, "What else? The villain died of talking too much, you should...not."

shit.

Shen Yue: "..."

He stepped back and got up, the sense of oppression stopped abruptly, Yin Peng stroked his little heart, and let out a sigh of relief.

Shen Yue smiled nonchalantly:

"Miss Yin, I'm just joking with you below, Miss Yin doesn't have to take it to heart."

Yin Penghuan sat up and returned to him:

"Then your way of joking is really special. To be honest, I actually admire you."

Shen Yue turned his head to look at her: "??"

"I like your attitude of dying with others, and I will try it next time."

"..."

Yin Penghuan lifted the quilt lightly and got out of bed, took the thin blanket on the side and put it on Aunt Qing before looking at Shen Yue:

"Okay, let's get down to business, I believe you should clean up the stumbling block Wei Su, and then find the third thing."

Shen Yue looked at her suspiciously: "The third thing?"

"Here, the second one." She pointed to the glazed sword tassel in Aunt Qing's hand: "Wen—oh, no, it was sent by Qi Shaoru."

"Your skills are good, Shen Sansi." Yin Penghuan changed the subject in time.

Shen Yue didn't seem to notice the stumbling in her words, and replied calmly: "Well, now the only thing missing is the golden hairpin in the hands of the Tang family."

He changed the subject and asked, "Miss Yin, have you eaten?"

Out of nowhere, I asked her what she was doing if she ate or not.
Yin Penghuan shook his head: "No, I drank a few bottles of glucose water."

She pointed to the hanging bottle in her hand, just in time to realize that the bottle was about to be used up, so she pulled out the hanging needle casually, pulled a piece of paper and pressed it, to stop the bleeding.

Her blood coagulation function is good, and there is almost no bleeding.

Shen Yue looked at her fluently pulling out the strange objects on her body, and asked suspiciously: "What is glucose water? Can it be worth a meal?"

"You don't understand it."

Explaining modern things to an ancient person is tantamount to playing the piano with a cow. The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. She simply doesn't explain.

Shen Yue said: "Miss Yin has said it, so I can understand it."

Yin Penghuan half-shrugged his shoulders, and gave him a speechless look:
"Is it the time for you to be obsessed with this matter now? If you say you don't understand, be humble. I know you are the champion, but the times are different, understand?"

Shen Yue was very persistent: "It is precisely because of this that I need to know."

"It's really unnecessary, ancestor."

Shen Yue: "..."

He raised his eyes and asked, "Miss Yin...what did you call me just now?"

"Cuckoo-"

This sound is very loud due to the physical phenomenon caused by the vibration of air.

"Miss Yin is hungry?"

"You're talking nonsense."

"I actually cooked porridge. If Miss Yin doesn't dislike it, can I have a taste?"

"When did you cook it? Do you still cook porridge? What kind of porridge?"

Her expression gradually changed from surprise to expectation.

"Preserved egg and lean pork porridge."

Yin Penghuan curled his lips and smiled: "Coincidentally, I like this one the most."

Shen Yue lifted an insulated bucket from the counter at the door, with slender knuckles, opened the insulated bucket in an orderly manner, and said:

"I briefly studied the kitchen utensils of your era. It's the first time I made it, but I don't know how it tastes. Miss Yin, try it."

……

(End of this chapter)