Host, she just wants to be a villain

Susanna's throat suddenly felt sore, but in the end she said nothing.

Susanna tilted her head when she heard the sound of someone turning things over.

"The books you have here are very interesting."

Si Buyun opened the box on the ground and took out a book of interest.

The room suddenly became silent, leaving only the dust floating in the air. Susanna's head still hurt a little. Just when she was about to fall into coma, she heard the man speak again.

"Where do you want to be buried when you die?"

Susanna opened her eyes, and the shadows of the trees outside the window fell into her eyes.

"When I was a child, I heard people in the village say that the tree in the yard was planted by my ancestors. If I were there, I should meet them, right?"

Si Buyun raised his head and glanced at the big leafy tree: "I'm lying to you, this tree doesn't live that long. It must not have been planted by your ancestors, and you can't see them."

"..."

Suzanne: "Do you always talk like this?"

"What is the problem?"

Susanna laughed out loud: "Do you have many friends?"

"not much."

"Well, that's right."

Si Buyun: "What I always say is what they will do."

Was he actually a tyrant who kept his word? Susanna thought to herself.

"However, if you want to meet them, that's okay. For the sake of my good mood today, I will help you once."

Susanna just thought she was joking. After all, where in the world could such a thing happen?

No matter who planted the trees in the yard or where they came from, in her heart, they were planted by her ancestors, and she would definitely meet them.

After Susanna died, Si Buyun buried her under the tree in accordance with her last wish, and then transformed into her appearance.

Then it slightly disturbed the villagers' memories.

Si Buyun has since become eighteen-year-old Susanna.

Florence's arrival here was completely within her expectation. She still remembered how Florence plotted against her when they were in the palace.

After hearing Florence's words, Si Buyun said: "I know, I do know what will happen, but the most important thing at the moment is not the ancestor's affairs, but what I want to eat in winter."

"As long as you can leave here, I will provide you with three meals a day in all winters from now on... no, I will provide you with three meals a day from now on."

Si Buyun crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame: "Then you mean, the land I planted this year is white?"

Florence narrowed her eyes: "Then what are your conditions?"

Si Buyun answered quickly: "Help me hoe the ground."

Florence, who has been fighting and killing since she was born, only knows how to kill people and does not know anything about farming. She was about to call some people over when she heard the descendant of the dragon-slaying man said very arrogantly: "You are alone. "

"What did you say???"

Florence subconsciously felt that it would be possible to knock this man unconscious and drag him back to the vampire clan.

Why should she agree to go with her voluntarily?

Voluntary... is the cheapest thing in the world.

For those who have the ability, forcing others to do this kind of thing every day will not make them feel bored.

After sensing her murderous intent, Si Buyun's eyes remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Since you are so powerful, then go and seal it yourself, maybe you will become the next dragon slayer. Why bother to lower yourself and beg me? ?”

"you!"

Florence watched her walk down the steps, revealing the bookshelf behind her. Her eyes flickered slightly: "...You're right, it's just hoeing."