Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 39 The Boy in the Imprisonment Painting (4)

Yes, it is clean. Mu Zhili thinks that only this word can perfectly explain his temperament.

The young man's dark eyes are like a spring of calm water. Under the high bridge of the nose, the thin lips that have lost their color are clear and shallow, and outline an arc. Zhilan Yushu is breezy and bright. With so many means, I have to get people.

Sensing her ecstasy, Shen Yunjing's eyes flashed dark, bringing an imperceptible danger, he moved his fingers slightly, and said politely: "Girl?"

The atmosphere changed inadvertently, and the drowsy commander suddenly became vigilant, [Danger detected!Host, hurry up and think of a countermeasure! 】

Danger? !
what to do?what to do?Are you going to be killed?

Mu Zhili was startled, trembling in his heart, "Yes, yes, yes, countermeasure, what countermeasure?"

The commander simply said, 【Pretend to be a passerby! 】

How to pretend to be a passerby?Play dead? !
Mu Zhili's heart was in a mess, and she didn't know it. When she raised her eyes to meet his tricks like a clear spring, her mind went blank, and she calmed down instantly.

She seemed to be embarrassed, lowered her head and her ears were red, and quickly handed over the purse she took out from her cuff, "I saw it fell from the young master, so I wanted to return it to you."

"Really?" Shen Yunjing said quietly.

His hooked fingers relaxed slightly, he took the purse from the girl's hand, and his fingertips inadvertently touched her palm, Mu Zhili only felt that the palm of his hand seemed to be scratched by ice, it was extremely cold, and when he thought that this person was a ghost , She couldn't help but get goosebumps, but then she thought again, she is also possessed by a ghost, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!
The navy blue purse was embroidered with dark bamboo, and the fabric was rare brocade. The extraordinary embroidery work should only be worn by a nobleman of a family. He flipped through it, and then returned it to her, "Girl, I'm afraid you have admitted the wrong person. This is not me. of."

"Hey, is it?" Mu Zhili muttered, "I saw that it fell on you, since it's not yours, then forget it."

Muttering on her lips, she asked the commander in her heart, "How can a ghost touch mortal things?"

[He is in the state of a ghost transformed from resentment. The more killing karma he creates, the heavier his hostility and the stronger his mana. Touching this thing is nothing to him.But host, your reaction is fast enough, and your acting skills are good enough. 】

"..." It was a subconscious reaction.

"The sun is about to set..." Shen Yunjing said suddenly.

Following him and looking up, the warm yellow afterglow in the sky gradually dissipated, she didn't understand what he meant by saying this suddenly: "What?"

[Ghosts always do it at night. 】

"..." Is she still going to die?

Shen Yunjing was still as clear and gentle as the moon, nodded and said: "There is no confinement at night, girl... Be careful when you go out alone."

Maybe you won't be so lucky next time.

Sensing someone approaching this way, Shen Yunjing said to Mu Zhili again: "Farewell."

"?" Mu Zhili was stunned, "Commander, am I safe?"

【Well, he let you go. 】

Before she could answer, Shen Yunjing turned around and walked across an alley, and when she chased after him, there was no one left.

An old woman carrying a burden passed by and saw everyone from her girl's family behind her back, she couldn't hold back and said, "Girl, the capital city is not peaceful recently, you should go back early by yourself."

Mu Zhili thanked him: "I'll go back now."

This person has seen it, oh no, the ghost has seen it, but the effect is not very good.

Mu Zhili walked back slowly, and as soon as he arrived at the door of Wang San's house, Chang Yanshu walked over from the side and said angrily: "Where did you go?! I told you to stand still and run out alone in case something happened. What should I do? I have told you not to follow me, and it will cause trouble."

Mu Zhili stood there without raising his eyelids, "Commander, do you think there is any way to eliminate people's resentment?"

[Influence with love, isn't the target person in the last world, love can influence everything. 】

Was there love in the last world?Isn't it just a few times to go shopping together and eat a few times?
Seeing that the woman lowered her head and didn't speak, Chen An thought it was the adults scolding her badly, so she hurriedly stopped her, "Miss Mu, the adults just searched around and didn't see you. I was a little worried. He spoke for your safety. Some rushed, don't take it to heart."

Mu Zhili hummed, turned around and said indifferently: "I'll go back first."

Chang Yanshu was a little surprised that he didn't cry, but thought that maybe it was because she cared about her face outside, and she might not know what to do when she got home, so she didn't think much about it, and ordered two people to send her to Mu's residence.

After staying in the mansion for two days, Mu Zhili reorganized the development of the matter, only to realize that he had missed an important person, maybe this time Wang San was not Shen Yunjing's target at all...

The carriage stopped at an alley, the maid Nianchun Changle opened the oil-paper umbrella and jumped out of the carriage first, the driver of the carriage moved over from the back of the carriage, and Mu Zhili put his heavy eyes on the back of Nianchun's hand and walked slowly. Next, I hope in time.

Chang Le held an umbrella in one hand, and stood beside Dan Qing holding her arms tightly in the other.

The pattering raindrops fell on the umbrella surface that outlined the ink landscape, Nian Chun held the umbrella high above her, "Miss, don't worry about the water stains under your feet."

The water drops falling down the umbrella ribs made a splash on the ground, and soon wet her shoes embroidered with Bing Tilian.

Mu Zhili didn't care either, and the master and servant walked into the alley with their skirts half lifted.

Stopping in a courtyard, the young servant straightened the hat on his head and bowed his waist and replied, "Miss San, this is it."

Mu Zhili, "Knock on the door."

"Yes." The servant replied, and stepped forward to lightly knock on the door knocker.

The vermilion wooden door was opened with a creak, and a 15-year-old boy poked his head out from inside. The boy looked upright, and water dripped down his shoulders. He wiped his face and looked at the people in front of him. His eyes fell on this place. On the girl with the veil on her face, the woman is wearing a gold silk brocade skirt, which shows that her family background is extraordinary. He asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Is Mr. Cheng there?" Chang Le blocked his gaze, stepped forward and gave a salute, "My lady has a painting that I would like Mr. Cheng to look at and point out."

Why didn't you wait for the sky to clear before coming here? The young man pursed his lips in confusion, met her clear eyes and hesitated for a moment before letting her go: "Come in."

The boy came to open the door in a hurry and didn't bother to grab an umbrella. He put his hands on his head as if he was about to run over.

Chang Le called him, and passed the oil-paper umbrella forward, "Let's go together."

Zhang Yang was stunned, and then smiled with white teeth, "Then I would like to thank this sister."

The oil-paper umbrella was put away, and Nianchun took the umbrella from Chang Le and stood at the door, shaking off the scattered water droplets, and then placed it by the door.

"Dare to ask this young lady's name?" Which family's daughter still needs to come and run in person, and it's not the same when she has time to ask the master to come over. I can't figure out what these wealthy people think.

Nianchun got Mu Zhili's nod and said, "Mu."

(End of this chapter)