Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

"Ugh-"

The dull wind passed through the woods recklessly, and the dust kicked up hit the face, Wei Zhe blinked uncomfortably.

Chi Zhu leaned against a tree and sat powerlessly on the ground, his eyes were shaking violently.

Wei Zhe patted the dust on his shoulders, stepped forward, and stopped in front of Chi Zhu.

He stretched out his hand and tore off Chi Zhu's scarf, and a pale and delicate face came into view.

This person who had been with the original owner day and night for five years, unexpectedly fell into such a life-and-death confrontation with him today.

He still remembered Buy Yunshuang's accusing eyes outside the coffee shop.

Even though his heart was like a rock, he had to admit that his heart softened for a moment.

Even now, he still can't tell whether she was fake or true at that time.

"If you don't come, I haven't found you so quickly." Wei Zhe said.

"I thought that you would be soft-hearted to me." Chi Zhu pulled his lips with great effort, and the blood rushed to overflow, staining the pale lips red, flirtatious and sad.

"I'm not Wei Zhe." Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows, what Chi Zhu said seemed to be unrequited love for the original owner.

"I know, cough cough...he is so useless, how could he suddenly become so powerful." Every time Chi Zhu coughed, the more blood overflowed from his internal organs.

Wei Zhe was a little surprised, Wei Chengye didn't realize that his son had changed, but Buy Yunshuang could.

"Why kill Wei Chengye?"

"He killed my parents, and I should have killed him."

Chi Zhu's eyes shifted an inch, and his voice was very low.

"It's only right for me to kill you." Wei Chengye blocked a shot for Wei Zhe, and Wei Zhe owed him his life.

"If he hadn't taken away my magic weapon, you might not have won." Chi Zhu laughed, but became more angry.

Wei Zhe stood up and also smiled, "You think I am better than you because of my supernatural power? But you didn't die under my supernatural power, did you?"

Wei Zhe doesn't need to prove himself, and he doesn't need to mention his past with a stranger.

He has been a killer for 27 years, and survived for 4 years in the last days. How could he be useless without his abilities?

Chi Zhu's fingertips moved, and these words shattered her last trace of luck.

Wei Zhe stopped looking at her, turned around and walked deep into the woods.

Chi Zhu, who stayed where she was, fell into complete silence, when a green leaf suddenly fell in front of her eyes, and she suddenly wanted to reach out to catch it.

But the falling speed of the fallen leaves was too slow, and her hands were so tired.

"Snapped--"

Chi Zhu's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and at the same time, fallen leaves fluttered beside her hand.

Wei Zhe paused slightly, without looking back, and continued walking towards the dense forest.

After a while, he stopped at the corner.

Two graves came into view, and an empty wheelchair was placed on one side, the leaves rustled, and the strangeness was rendered with all its heart.

Wei Zhe froze in place for a long time, then picked up the phone and turned on the screen.

[The delivery line will send you, help bury it. 】

There is no signature, but the tone is what Cheng Yan would say.

Turning his gaze to the brand-new coffin, Wei Zhe felt great confusion in his heart.

What do you mean?

Two people died together?

Wei Zhe finds it ridiculous, no matter who these two people are, it is impossible for them to seek death easily.

In the end, let him bury him now?

"Master Fu, I'm not here to ask you for a delivery line."

He yelled into the void.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The only answer to him was the sound of the wind rushing past.

It was dark and windy, and Wei Zhe stood alone in front of the grave, suddenly feeling a chill from his heels to his spine.

"Ring-ring--"

Wei Zhe picked up the phone, and the news brought over there was that Fu Zhiyan really gave him a delivery line.

Wei Zhe didn't understand, but he still buried the coffin and kept busy until the sun rose.

Wei Zhe stood in front of the tomb for a long time, "Thank you."

He sprinkled all the wine he had just bought in front of the tomb, turned and left.

On the way back, she found that Chi Zhu's body was still there, and no one collected her body.

A killer has no friends and no family, so when he dies, he is completely dead. No one will remember him, and naturally no one will collect his body.

Wei Zhe pursed his lips, still picked up Chi Zhu's body, and buried it at the place farthest from Cheng Yan and Cheng Yan.

"Don't be a killer in your next life."

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a city.

"Sister Juanyi, can you hurry up, I've been putting on makeup for an hour." Qin Yongzhao sat on the sofa, playing games while urging Juanyi in front of the dressing table.

"If you're in a hurry, go." Jueyi was using a curling iron to style herself, and took the time to reply.

"Tsk, this won't work. I promise Cheng Chengyan to take good care of you. How can I let you go alone for something as dangerous as bungee jumping."

After another half an hour, Juan Yi packed up his things, "Let's go, Brother Yong Zhao."

"Ding dong."

Juanyi turned on the phone to check the newly received email, "Wait a minute, Brother Cheng sent me a message."

"Hmm." Qin Yongzhao hastily replied before the game was over.

But after a long time, he finally won the game, only to find that Juanyi hadn't moved.

"What's the matter, what happened to Cheng Yan?"

He leaned forward, saw Juan Yi's dazed expression, frowned, and took her cell phone.

Seeing that email, Qin Yongzhao's pupils shrank.

[Roll coat:

Good morning, it will be your birthday in one month. I wish you a happy birthday in advance, and the gift should arrive soon.

My bank card is in the third drawer of my bedroom, and the password is 666666. I use it when I am short of money, and all the money the company has earned over the years is with Qin Yongzhao. If you need anything, just ask him. Hit him if you don't give him, whatever you want.

Don't look for me, I'm going to see the light that belongs to me.

Goodbye, sister. 】

Before Qin Yongzhao realized what it meant, the doorbell rang.

Juan Yi rushed out, and there was a lady in professional suit outside the door.

"Hello, is this Miss Juanyi?"

"I am." Juan Yi replied in a deep voice.

"Okay," the other party beckoned, and row after row of clothing racks appeared, full of skirts in various styles.

"This part is the latest styles of various brands that Mr. Cheng ordered for you. This part is the dress that Mr. Cheng customized for you. Please check."

Rolling clothes froze in place, allowing them to bring the skirts into the house. There were so many skirts that they couldn't fit in the cloakroom, so they had to vacate an empty room to put those skirts.

Before leaving, the lady leaned slightly, "Miss Juanyi, I wish you a happy birthday in advance, goodbye."

When everyone left, the room fell silent again.

Qin Yongzhao called Cheng Yan several times, but no one answered.

"What tricks is this kid doing? He doesn't answer the phone."

He tried his best to get rid of the uneasiness in his heart, but when he saw the empty eyes of Juan Yi, his heart still gave a thud.

Juan Yi sat blankly for a long time, then suddenly bent his knees and buried his face in his knees.

"Juyi, don't worry, Cheng Yan is so good, nothing will happen."

Qin Yongzhao patted her on the shoulder and comforted her softly.

Roller didn't respond.

Jueyi once told Brother Cheng that she wanted to wear a skirt once outside of work. After that, Brother Cheng often gave her skirts, but she always had inexplicable concerns and never wore skirts.

Even though she has received so many skirts, she has never been so eager to give her all the skirts in the world like this time.

Like, use these dresses to replace every birthday he's not around in the future.