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

Cheng Yan returned to the room again with mixed feelings.

Standing by the bed, he deliberately enlarged his sense of smell, only to smell the only faint smell of blood.

He stood for a long time before slowly rolling up the sleeve of Yu Zhou's left hand.

Slowly, one scar after another appeared in front of his eyes.

Densely packed, criss-crossed, old wounds added to new wounds.

Hardly a good piece of meat.

Blood red oozes from the tightly wrapped bandage, but the smell of blood is still not obvious.

He leaned over slightly, and smelled another smell, which was almost nonexistent, but covered up the smell of blood very well.

Such a proficient practice, I don't know if I have done it thousands of times.

With a watch on his left wrist, Cheng Yan couldn't imagine how shocking it would be if he deliberately covered it up.

The darkness glimpsed from the pale words is far less than one ten-thousandth of reality.

"009, is there a medicine box?"

Cheng Yan's voice was dry.

"The host is careful, don't be too obvious to be discovered."

A medicine box soon appeared on the bedside table, 009 ordered.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and unfastened the bandage with a gentle movement.

He has always been rough, and he has dealt with his own injuries, but now he showed great patience and concentration.

For fear of hurting this vulnerable porcelain doll.

Yu Zhou's bandage was tightly wrapped, and the surrounding area was already purple due to the lack of blood circulation. If he really let him sleep like this all night, he might not be able to keep his hand.

Cheng Yan could only move as lightly as possible, but when he was cleaning the wound and applying medicine, the sleeping Yu Zhou still frowned in pain.

This scar was five centimeters long, and although it wasn't very deep, it still looked terrifying.

After finally wrapping it up again, Cheng Yan heaved a sigh of relief.

This is more tiring than killing him.

After putting away his things, and looking at the person on the bed, Cheng Yan turned and went out.

He was clattering and typing while holding the computer.

009 saw it, and finally felt a little bit of relief in his heart.

The host finally got to do the task seriously.

That's right, Cheng Yan is writing a plan to save Yu Zhou.

Conditioning Yu Zhou's body, solving the black material on the Internet, retaliating on the same level, and bringing Yu Zhou back to the top, and other matters are well organized in his arrangement.

By the time he finished writing the plan, it was almost dawn.

Yu Zhou has always felt less sleepy, even if he was tapped on the An Mian acupuncture point, he only slept a little more peacefully, and still woke up very early.

He opened his eyes leisurely, seeing a strange scene, his expression changed.

The memories in his mind came back, and they were shown one by one in front of his eyes like a movie.

In the end, it turned into one sentence: He came to Cheng Yanjia, and he was embarrassed.

Yu Zhou wanted to cover his face with his hands, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

his hand……?

Yu Zhou quickly opened his sleeves, and was taken aback when he saw the wound that seemed to have been moved.

Immediately his face darkened.

The feeling of being prying into this secret made him angry.

"Host, the villain has woken up and seems to be in a bad mood."

009 stared at the blackening value closely, for fear that it would rise again.

"The villain's blackening value is 73%."

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Ah ah ah what to do what to do!

Cheng Yan paused when he stirred the millet porridge, but his reaction was flat.

Being peeped into privacy, one should be upset.

At this moment, Yu Zhou was already standing outside the kitchen.

"Wake up, porridge is just ready." Cheng Yan looked calm as if nothing had happened.

He brought the porridge and the pot to the living room, filled two bowls, and Yu Zhou was still standing there.

Looking at his eyes, very impolite.

Looking at his appearance, Cheng Yan suddenly remembered the "gentle and humble" in the materials.

Ever since he met Yu Zhou, he had never associated him with this word.

It turned out that this was the real him.

Yu Zhou didn't hide the real him from the beginning.

Cheng Yan suddenly laughed.

The smile is wanton and seductive, but it makes the anger in Yu Zhou's heart burn more and more intense.

"What are you laughing at?" He was very rude.

Although he regretted it after saying it in this tone.

This is the only one who has a normal attitude and doesn't look at him strangely.

If he does this, it will only make the only person leave him.

But he was still very angry.

Why should he look at his injury, why should he bandage him up on his own, even if his hand is broken, what does it have to do with him?

009 felt that the host must not be able to hold good words out of his mouth, so he hurriedly said, "Stop the host—tell me: the porridge cooked today is delicious."

The blackening value must not be raised any further!

Cheng Yan wanted to refuse: "Huh? That's not what I was laughing at."

"Think about the blackening value!" 009 beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Fine.

Cheng Yan said what 009 said.

I saw Yu Zhou's face was strange for a while, staring at Cheng Yan, wondering what he was thinking.

"Look at 009, people hate lying." Cheng Yan could only keep smiling.

"The villain's blackening value is 72.5%."

"Look! It's just a white lie, and besides, your porridge is delicious!" 009 instantly revived with full blood.

He was so excited that he came up with a set of combined punches. After so many years, he learned nothing in vain from the previous host.

Cheng Yan's eyes were full of surprise, what kind of routine is this?

Can Yu Zhou lower his blackening value when he is so angry?

Yu Zhou didn't know what he wanted to express. Although he was hungry, he didn't intend to stay for breakfast.

"I go first."

"Where are you going?" Cheng Yan followed.

Yu Zhou looked at him without saying a word.

"Even if you have to leave, eat something first." Cheng Yan said, picking up the toiletries bought last night from the side, "They are all new."

The two stalemate for a while.

Cheng Yan still smiled warmly at Yu Zhou's unfriendly gaze.

The indifference did not repel him.

"I will go to the outskirts of the city to practice swords on time." Yu Zhou said.

This is rejection.

"No sword practice today."

Yu Zhou frowned, "My hands are fine."

"Who said there is something wrong with your hands, I will take you to find the feeling of the role." Cheng Yan folded his arms and leaned lazily on the door frame.

Yu Zhou had to compromise, who let him be the producer.

Well, porridge is really delicious.

When Yu Zhou wore the clothes Cheng Yan bought, got in his car, and came to the top of the mountain, he still felt a little unreal.

The pent-up anger in my heart seemed to dissipate with the wind and smoke the moment I got off the car.

Cheng Yan was two steps behind, looking at Yu Zhou's figure bathed in the sun, his eyebrows and eyes frowned.

His eyes were so existential, Yu Zhou turned around and looked at him against the light.

"What are we doing here?"

The wind blurred his voice, but the person in front of him became more and more real.

"The first time Fu Xu saw Cheng, it was on the top of the mountain, under the scorching sun, with the sound of the wind and the shadow of swords and swords."

Cheng Yan approached slowly, his voice carried a hint of the vicissitudes of history, rendering the story a layer of ethereal.

Yu Zhou squinted at him, in a trance, as if Cheng Zhen appeared in front of his eyes, ethereal and real.

Suddenly, a sword appeared in Cheng's hand, and he stood up straight from the spot.

Light and shadow became his followers, the wind danced with him, and only his afterimage remained in the world.

Suddenly!

The sword is pointing straight at it!

The unpretentious killing intent approached the gate of life, and Yu Zhou fell backward uncontrollably——

In a blink of an eye, the hard sword turned into a soft sword, wrapped around Yu Zhou's waist, and pulled him into his arms.