Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le took it back to the room. The young man had just finished taking a shower. He was wearing a white bathrobe loosely, and came out with mist all over his body. His eyes instantly fell on the tube of colorless potion, and he frowned slightly.

"What is it?"

Hearing his displeased voice, Song Le immediately withdrew her dazed gaze from that handsome and indifferent face, and said cautiously: "Things that can make people faint."

The boss pursed his lips when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows: "Who gave it to you?"

Looking at it like this, one can tell who she came back from again.

As for Song Le, when he heard his question, he was also stunned for a moment. The boss actually played a card out of common sense and asked where he got it from.

This is too sharp...

Song Le didn't even think about it, so he told the truth.

He didn't notice the boy's sultry, vengeful eyes.

Then she thought about the destruction of the time machine, her expression suddenly became troubled, and she hesitated: "We may not be able to go back. For the time being! There is no way for the time being."

Fearing that he would not believe it, Song Le still did not forget to emphasize it again and again, secretly gasping and looking at him.

To her surprise, not only did the boss's expression remain unchanged, but even his eyes did not show any doubt. He just looked at her for a few seconds and nodded to show that he understood.

"But we can go out from here." What Song Le was most worried about was his questioning, so he said hastily.

The young man could easily see her uneasiness, paused, and then hummed lightly, without any coldness.

Song Le intends to use his own way to treat his own body. Since the woman gave her this, it is better to make the best use of it and put it in tonight's meal.

After talking to him about his thoughts, the young man lowered his eyes and suddenly asked, "Is it impossible to save?"

"...Ah?" Song Le didn't react for a while.

"Don't save those people?" The boy's long eyelashes fell, and he repeated the question patiently.

"Well, it's hopeless." Song Le pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

"Then what do you do after you go out?"

"After going out... I want to find a place to hide."

In fact, after talking about it, Song Le couldn't help but frown. Going out can only face the blood and disaster, but if he continues to stay here, he will have to endure calculations and conspiracy.

"Where are you going?" the boy asked again.

"...this." It seemed that nowhere was safe or peaceful.

"It's impossible to hide." The young man saw through her worries and said bluntly.

As expected of a boss, the boss was not in a hurry, and only asked her about her clear plan step by step in a cold tone.

Song Le couldn't help it, so he had to scratch his hair and said: "It's...it's impossible, I...Actually, I haven't thought it through yet, I, I don't know what to do."

In the end, the voice was too empty.

After hearing this, the boy stopped, raised his hand and rubbed her head unskillfully, and remained silent.

After that, Song Le put the potion in an inconspicuous small glass bottle, walked to the kitchen pretending to be calm, found an excuse to send the low-level staff who were cooking away, and poured the potion into the soup. A few drops were poured casually onto other dishes.

It looks like drops of water, and it disappears after a while, naturally.

After Song Le finished all this, his heart was pounding, the small glass bottle was tightly held in the palm of his hand, and when he walked around a waste disposal outlet at the corner, Song Le glanced at the nearby area where no one was around, as if holding a hot potato, carefully put the It's thrown in.

After throwing it away, she felt a lot lighter in an instant, and she walked out of the corner expressionlessly.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, when he looked up, he saw a woman with an unfriendly expression, even a hint of ruthlessness.