Fast Travel: My villain must be blackened

Hua Ling was indeed a little tired. She washed up and had dinner before going to rest, but before she got up, she saw Yila who hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

Yila hesitated and said: "Your Highness, why do you care so much about that Beichen? This subordinate feels that you treat him differently."

Oh yo~ I found it~

Hua Ling pretended to be puzzled and tilted her head, "It's different? What's different?"

Yila moved her lips but didn't say a word, and she couldn't speak clearly, but she just felt that something was weird.

Hua Ling comforted in a soft voice: "Ira, don't think too much, I came here to relax. Seeing the suffering of the common people, as a princess, I naturally want to help them as much as possible."

"This time it was because I invited him to accompany me into the mountain that such an accident happened. If something happened to him at that time, I would definitely blame myself."

"Ira, do you understand?"

Ira nodded.

She has always known that the princess is the most kind, otherwise she would not have reached out to her, a servant's daughter. Without the princess, she would not be where she is today.

Yila walked two steps closer to Hua Ling and knelt down in front of her, "Your Highness, you can believe whatever you say, and your Highness will do whatever you want!"

This is her promise.

She said similar things the day she became a knight, saying that this life is only for her.

Now, she repeated it again.

There might still be doubts, but she chose to be on her side.

Hua Ling quickly helped her up, and said angrily, "What are you doing, get up quickly, of course I trust you the most."

"Ira, you are tired today, go and rest."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Watching Yila leave, Hua Ling put away the gentle and elegant smile on her face, and then raised a smile full of interest, not bad, quite cautious and interesting~

She went back to the bedroom, rinsed her mouth, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

I don't know if those things today were effective, and if they made Bei Chen change his mind.

After finishing what was supposed to be done, Bei Chen also fell on the bed.

It was probably because some unexpected things happened today, and after that he was always tense, and he was so tired that he fell asleep after letting go.

In the dream, he returned to that place again.

That, the place where he was born but brought him too much pain.

When the money at home ran low, his parents grabbed him by the ear and scolded him loudly without asking or looking for it.

"Where is the money! Hurry up and take out the money, you have learned to steal money at a young age, and you will be able to pay it back later!"

"What the hell did I do to give birth to a child like you? Even if you look ugly like a pig, even if you don't have a good character, who taught you to steal!"

Bei Chen explained in a low voice, "I don't have it, I didn't take it."

My mother was furious, "How dare you argue! If you don't admit that you did something wrong, I should have strangled you to death!"

She said the broom in her hand and greeted him mercilessly.

With some curses coming into his ears.

Bei Chen couldn't tell what was going on, until his normal younger brother walked in from outside the house, holding a few silver coins in his hand and smiling brightly.

The mother immediately dropped the broken broom and picked him up, showing a gentle smile, "Oh, so you took it for fun, baby, don't mess with this, what if you accidentally swallow it."

The words are full of concern.

Such a loving expression is always for his younger brother, and he has never been kind to him.

"What are you still doing here? Have you washed your clothes? Go to work! Feed the chickens and ducks!"

He numbly endured this kind of life day by day.

Several teenagers passed by him and pushed him down mischievously, looking at his face pretending to vomit, full of disgust.

"Let me tell you that a good chicken in my family died last night. I think it's because this clown duck is so ugly that my chicken was scared to death. It's all his fault."

"Not me!" he retorted.

What he got was an intensified insult.

"It's your fault you grew up like this!"

Whoever lost something would finally say that it was all because of him, it was all his fault, and that he was the disaster of the village.

These words became more and more, and gradually, they really blamed all natural and man-made disasters on him.

"Clown Duck!"

"Clown Duck!"

They called that familiar but unpleasant name, and when he felt that he was about to be pulled into the darkness by a pair of invisible hands, a colorful light suddenly appeared.

she called him—

"Bei Chen!"

"None of this is your fault, you are innocent."

"You are not allowed to say that about Bei Chen, and you are not allowed to bully him!"

That person, she stepped out of the light and stretched out her white hand to him, not minding that he was covered in mud, she smiled and said to him: "Bei Chen, grab my hand, and I will pull you up."

So, he really put his hand in her palm.

And she really pulled him out.

In his sleep, Bei Chen, whose eyes were closed with sweat on his forehead and trapped in a nightmare, slowly opened his eyes, and he stared blankly at Fang Liang with a relaxed smile on his lips.

Next, a good night's sleep.

After waking up, Bei Chen did what he should do as usual, cooked and ate some of the things Hua Ling gave him, hoping that he would really get better after eating these.

He didn't really want to go to the market today, so he just stayed in the room in a daze.

Obviously he didn't get along with Hua Ling for too long, but now that he calmed down and there was no Hua Ling in front of him, he felt lost in his heart and always felt empty.

In fact, he wanted to go to the manor a little bit now, but...he had no reason.

It took Bei Chen a while to remember what he took out from the cave.

He closed the door tightly, opened the wooden box and took out the witchcraft book.

There are a lot of witchcraft recorded in this witchcraft book, but he is not interested in others, so he directly turned to the page of face-changing technique.

As long as you find the blood of the person who wants to change faces and your own blood on the book, and read the spell in the witch book, the witchcraft will be completed. The faces of the two will be exchanged, and nothing is wrong. The little details are there.

The price is indicated at the bottom.

Bei Chen looked at this page silently.

Even if the face is changed, the voice and height still cannot be changed. Whether it can be deceived or not depends on the situation.

It is said that witchcraft is an improper and evil method. If he really used this face-changing technique, then he would not be considered a good person.

Bei Chen was troubled.

He stared at his own face reflected in the sink.

Even if you change this face, what can you do now?Changing a completely unfamiliar face, maybe the lady doesn't know him at all, it will only make him farther and farther away from the lady, even the opportunity like this will be lost now.

If that's the case, he would rather bear this face, as long as he can be by Miss's side.

Bei Chen put the witch book back into the box, locked it and put it on the floor under the bed.

It was just two days, but Bei Chen felt that the days seemed like years.

On the third day, he couldn't wait to wrap himself in a black cloth and put on a mask and went to the manor, and the servant let him in directly.

"Miss is still resting, you can wait."

"it is good."

Bei Chen responded but didn't go in, he stood at the door hesitantly, saw the old gardener wiping the sweat off his face, his face was a little red from the sun, he walked over immediately.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

The old gardener looked up and saw his eyes shocked for a moment, but soon stabilized his expression.

"How embarrassing, you are Miss's guest, how can you let you do such a thing."

"It's okay, it's too hot, I'll help you hurry up."

Hearing this, the old gardener was not polite, he handed the scissors in his hand to Bei Chen, and patiently explained the main points to him, Bei Chen did as he said, and quickly cut off the extra branches and leaves clean up.

"well done!"

Bei Chen also smiled happily when he was praised for doing something for others.

The old gardener looked at him and couldn't stop boasting, and asked him what happened to his eyes by the way, but the simple question had no other meaning, so Bei Chen didn't object.

Just saying that's how it was born.

The old gardener probably understood something and encouraged him not to think about it.

Hua Ling had a panoramic view of this scene from the window on the second floor.

He seems... really wants to be a good person.

"I'm curious." Hua Ling said, "It stands to reason that villains generally have a kind of pleasure and instinct to do evil, and it shouldn't be easy to suppress this instinct to do good things."

"I'm curious why these villains are so persistent in doing good things. Where did they go wrong?"

There was no one in the room, she seemed to be talking to herself, but Manshu's voice sounded in her mind the next second.

"I don't know, my lord. If we knew the reason, the Lord God would not have sent us to forcefully intervene."

Hua Ling said softly, "You don't even know the Lord God?"

This time Manshu didn't speak.

The Lord God may know it, but since he doesn't say it, he has his reasons.

Hua Ling also guessed this possibility from Manshu's silence, she twisted her hair around her fingertips, "Forget it, it doesn't matter that much."

Manshu sighed inwardly.

In fact, my lord had discussed this issue with her before, but because my memory was sealed, my lord didn't know about it, so I discussed it again this time.

Hua Ling walked downstairs, saw Bei Chen jogging happily and shouted: "Bei Chen!"

Bei Chen suddenly turned his head and smiled, "Miss."

He didn't notice that the old gardener saluted behind him and left quietly.

"Come in and sit down." Hua Ling thought about pouring him a glass of water, but when she picked up the teacup she realized that he didn't want to show his face in front of her, so naturally she couldn't drink it.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Hua Ling took a handkerchief and sat beside him, raising her hand to wipe his sweat.

Bei Chen tilted his head flattered, and raised his hand cautiously, "Miss, I'll do it myself."

"Okay." Hua Ling gave him the handkerchief with a gentle smile on her face, but hummed twice in her heart.

After all this, you still avoid her, right?

Hua Ling picked up the lace fan and fanned him gently, Bei Chen almost fell off the sofa.

Miss is so kind to him!

What is he capable of?

Hua Ling thought about it and asked him.