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

The moment he arrived, he saw a small figure falling straight down.

Cheng Yan's heart was clenched immediately, and he quickly threw out a burst of true energy to protect the opponent's body, preventing him from being hurt by the debris on the ground.

Xu Xinglong was about to raise his golf club and throw it at Xu Heng, when the club in his hand flew out uncontrollably, he turned his head suddenly, and saw an uninvited guest staring at him unkindly.

"who are you?"

"I am your ancestor."

Cheng Yan controlled the golf club from the air, and smashed it hard at Xu Xinglong.

Xu Xinglong narrowly escaped, the attacks followed one after another, he failed to escape the second attack.

The bodyguards who rushed up could only see the scene of Xu Xinglong falling to the ground.

Cheng Yan walked quickly to Xiao Xuheng's side.

Little Xu Heng was completely different from the adult Xu Heng. He was lying on the ground with a pale face and skinny bones, as if he would die at any time.

His closed brows and eyes were wrinkled tightly, even in a dream, he still couldn't sleep soundly.

Cheng Yan looked at his heart tightly, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, and carefully hugged him in his arms.

Ignoring the many bodyguards who surrounded him, Cheng Yan strode away from Xu's villa with a cold face the whole time.

Bodyguard: "Stop!"

Xu Xinglong was supported to get up, "This gentleman, it doesn't make sense to leave when someone is hurt?"

Cheng Yan paused and turned around.

He was surrounded by tall and burly bodyguards. He stood in the crowd with a child in his arms, but his aura overwhelmed everyone.

He looked at Xu Xinglong as if he was looking at a dead person.

"No hurry, I'll look for you again." Cheng Yan sneered, turned around and left with a harsh word.

Everyone stopped him, but they couldn't get close at all.

Xu Xinglong was so angry that he dropped another antique, "A bunch of trash!"

……

Cheng Yan walked out of Xu's villa, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the hotel suite that 009 had already opened.

"Host, are we not going back?"

"No rush." ​​Cheng Yan carefully took off the clothes on little Xu Heng, took a bath for him, and changed into comfortable pajamas.

Taking care of a child for the first time is not that difficult.

Before Cheng Yan came in, he didn't expect Xu Heng to return to the darkest year of his life, nor did he expect to meet his adoptive father Xu Xinglong.

Now that I've seen it, I naturally won't be in a hurry to go back.

This tone, he is bound to let Xu Heng out.

"Good host, call me anytime you need to leave." 009 said.

"Okay, thank you Xiaojiu."

"Host, don't call me Xiaojiu, I'm older than you." 009 was dissatisfied with this weak title.

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows, but did not refute.

Cheng Yan tucked the quilt up for Xu Heng, and frowned as he looked at Xu Heng's unopened face.

Xu Heng was terribly thin, completely lacking the vitality of his peers.

Even with a plot, Cheng Yan couldn't imagine how Xu Heng persisted in such a dark state for eight years.

This was the first time Cheng Yan participated in his childhood, which made him, who has lived for thousands of years, feel terrible.

Distress filled his heart silently, and Cheng Yan sighed.

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On the second day, under the warmth of Cheng Yan's true energy, Xu Heng woke up safely.

When he opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling, Xu Heng was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, so long that he thought he would not be able to sleep like this.

Where is this place?

Isn't he locked in a small dark room?

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of footsteps, and Xu Heng jumped up from the bed.

As soon as Cheng Yan came in, he saw Xu Heng looking at him vigilantly, with the strangeness in his eyes as if he had never known him before.

Is it the real eight-year-old Xu Heng?

Xu Heng just stared at Cheng Yan without saying a word.

"Is there any discomfort?" Cheng Yan approached, standing beside the bed and asked with concern.

"Hungry, eat something first." Cheng Yan set the table on the bed and placed the porridge in front of his eyes.

"My name is Cheng Yan. I won't hurt you. Don't look at me with such defensive eyes." Cheng Yan hid the distress in his eyes and smiled.

Xu Heng still didn't respond, even though there was a "gurgling" sound from his stomach, his expression didn't change at all.

"Eat slowly, I'll go out first." Cheng Yan got up and walked out, closing the door behind him.

The man disappeared from his vision, and Xu Heng moved his eyes to the steaming porridge in front of him.

Xu Heng swallowed, feeling the constant clamor of hunger, quickly grabbed the spoon and swallowed.

It wasn't until a bowl of porridge entered his stomach that the feeling of emptiness in his stomach improved a little, but it wasn't enough, he still wanted to eat.

Xu Heng didn't know who that person was or what purpose he had. He only knew that he would die if he didn't eat.

It seemed that he could pinpoint when he would finish eating. The moment he put down the bowl, the door was pushed open, and Cheng Yan came in to put away the bowl.

"You haven't eaten for too long, so you can't eat too much at one time. If you still want to sleep, you can continue to sleep. If you don't want to sleep, wash and dress. I'll take you out."

Cheng Yan gave him a choice, picked up the bowl and left again.

Xu Heng sat on the bed for a while, staring down at the pure white sheet, the emotions in his eyes flashed round after round.

After a long time, Xu Heng lifted the quilt and got up, picked up the clothes beside the bed, and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Xu Heng looked at his thin body and couldn't help being stunned.

Why are the injuries on his body gone?

Is he in a dream now?

Xu Heng pinched his thigh hard, and the clear pain told him that this was not a dream.

Could it be that he really slept for a long time?

Xu Heng pursed his lips, put away his doubts, put on his clothes and went out.

Cheng Yan was sitting in the living room, holding a book and staring at it absent-mindedly, looking at the door from time to time.

Finally, the door opened and a child came out.

He was wearing a small beige sweater and slacks. The loose clothes covered his thin body, so he didn't look so fragile, but he looked like a little boy.

Xu Heng stood at the door, looking at Cheng Yan, as if asking him where he was going.

"It seems that this suit is very suitable." Cheng Yan boasted, but did not say where he was going.

Xu Heng looked down at his sleeves and trousers, they really fit well.

He used to wear clothes that never fit.

"Let's go."

Cheng Yan stepped forward and took Xu Heng's hand.

Xu Heng's eyes dimmed, and he resisted the urge to break away.

He wanted to see if the man was going to take him and sell him, or...

Cheng Yan knew his worries, but verbal promises were verbal after all, and only actual actions would convince him that he would really not hurt him.

The car was neither fast nor slow, and it was stable without any bumps, allowing Xu Heng to take a good look at the outside world.

In the past eight years, Xu Heng has been punishing him every time he goes out. Xu Xinglong will take him to meet all kinds of people, and then he will offend people one by one. Starvation package.

Xu Heng turned his attention to Cheng Yan, where is this person?

Is he bad...is he good?

What will he face this time?