Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

The original Prime Minister's Office has been burned by the fire to the point where the original appearance is unclear. The walls are peeling off and everything is scorched black. You can vaguely see the miserable scene when the fire broke out.

Since the fire was put out, the place has been sealed by the government.

Ying Huan stepped forward, glanced at the seal with cool eyes, and then took it off casually. She pressed her white fingertips on the charred door and pushed it open with a creak.

When he pushed it away, charred ash fell all over the floor, and it was all on Ying Huan's fingertips.

Gu Yanqing, who was folding his arms aside, sneered when he saw this, frowning, and then threw a clean handkerchief to Ying Huan, "Wipe it, it's so dirty."

Ying Huan didn't care, wiped her hands, and took the lead to walk inside.

After the girl looked around, she detected a ray of spiritual consciousness. The divine consciousness traveled throughout the Prime Minister's Mansion and returned to her body.

Ying Huan shook his head and said, "No living person's breath was detected."

"It should be Master's magical weapon that has blocked her breath." Ying Huan mused and looked at Shen Weichu, "Senior brother, it seems that the only way to use the soul-chasing technique is to use the soul-chasing technique. Do you know Miss Ji's birthday?"

Shen Weichu nodded.That year he returned to the capital and after learning of the death of his parents, he stayed at their graves for seven days and seven nights. After that, he returned to his former residence to pack up his old belongings and accidentally found the Geng Tie that was pressed at the bottom of the box.

All the information about the Miss Prime Minister's Mansion was recorded on it. He glanced at it hastily and wrote down everything he saw.

The marriage has not yet been finalized, and the Geng Tie is still there, so there is still a bond between him and the lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Shen Weichu used the Soul Chasing Technique, and a thin worm emerged from his fingertips, like a short luminous thread, wandering in the air. The spiritual energy stirred up the surrounding turbid atmosphere.

The three of them followed the spirit insect all the way to the west until they came to the boudoir of the lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"It should be here."

Seeing the spirit worms entering through the door, Ying Huan kicked open the door that had been burned to only a few charred wood, and found the place where the spirit worms rested in the ruins.

Shen Weichu suddenly stared at one place. After a few breaths, slender jade-white fingers poked out from his sleeves, and his five fingers spread out to cover a piece of void. Before Ying Huan could react, he saw that there was a long sword in his hand. Life lock.

Shen Weichu broke the seal of the magic weapon according to the formula taught to him by his master before leaving. At the same time, a girl huddled up in a ball appeared out of thin air in the ruins, wearing only a thin inner garment and tangled ink hair.

Shen Weichu paused and looked away hastily.

Ying Huan was the first to run over and check on the lady from the Prime Minister's Office.

Peeling away the hair on a person's face reveals a face as delicate and beautiful as a delicate flower. However, this delicate flower does not bloom brightly on the branches, but has been damaged by heavy rains and will be knocked off the branches at any time. The most delicate and tender one.

The corners of the girl's eyes were slightly red, and there were water stains on her eyelashes, which was very charming.

Ying Huan checked it carefully, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She must have fainted from crying."

"The person has been found, what should we do now? Should we wait for her to wake up, or should we find a place to put her down first?"

Shen Weichu narrowed his eyes, took off his outer shirt, and with a calm expression, wrapped his outer shirt around the delicate young lady and said, "Go to Shen's Mansion."

She is Shen Weichu's unmarried wife, so Shen Weichu should be in charge of her.

Ying Huan did not steal the limelight and allowed her senior brother to awkwardly pick up the sleeping young lady.

Ying Huan said with a smile: "It shouldn't be hugged like this. Senior brother's hand should be placed here, otherwise it will strangle her."

Ying Huan guided him to put his hands in the right place. Shen Weichu lowered his eyes and did as he was told. There was a light fragrance on the girl in his arms, as soft as clouds gathered together, light and light. A little surprising.

She is too thin.

It was almost uncontrollable, and such thoughts came to mind.

Gu Yanqing clicked her tongue and sighed: "The lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion is really pitiful. I don't know if she will be able to survive the pain of bereavement after she wakes up."

"She might have expected it." Ying Huan still remembered the tears in the corners of her eyes. She cried so sadly. How could she have expected that her parents and relatives had been killed.

Shen Weichu held the young lady in his arms and listened to Ying Huan and Gu Yanqing talking back and forth, which made him recall two years ago.At that time, he felt that he suddenly became a duckweed with no refuge.

I just feel that the world is so big that there is no place to be attached to and care about.

He also feels that the way of heaven is unfair, and just wants to find the great way one day, and ask him in front of the way of heaven what the laws and destiny of this world really mean.

As Shen Weichu thought about it, his fingers around the girl's waist tightened unconsciously.

The girl in her arms seemed to feel the pain and hummed softly. Shen Weichu froze with a tender moan.

Fortunately, he lagged behind his junior brothers and sisters and no one noticed.

He lowered his eyes, his expression slowly returned to normal, and he said softly: "I'm sorry."

Even if she can't hear it.

No one has lived in the Shen Mansion for a long time, and weeds are overgrown. Shen Weichu carried the young lady in his arms to a side room in another courtyard, performed a cleaning technique, and then placed the person in his arms on the bed.

It was getting late, and Shen Weichu took the candlestick and stood by his fiancée's side.

As for Ying Huan and the other two, they each found an empty room nearby without Shen Weichu's reminder, and settled in after simple cleaning.

At night, Shen Weichu rested his forehead, and the candle beside his hand had been extinguished for a long time. At this time, the moonlight was bright and the room was filled with clear light.

The girl on the couch had black hair covering her face, a straight nose and plump lips. The blush on her face had faded a little. Shen Weichu looked at her for a long time and had an inexplicable urge to push her hair to the side of her face.

His mind was so wandering that he didn't notice that the girl on the bed slightly opened her eyelashes.

Ji Yan's eyes were dry. When she opened them, she found that it was not the familiar darkness. She was startled and sat up. When she was about to leave the bed, she was caught off guard and faced a cold and indifferent face.

Shen Weichu also noticed her at that time. After a slight pause, his cold eyes like the thin snow in early winter looked over: "Miss Ji, Shen Weichu, whose name is Yunzhi, is a disciple of Changheng Xianmen Sword Sect, and she is also a young lady. Fiancé."

The girl's pretty face was stunned for a moment, her delicate body was half-covered in the thin quilt, and her voice was as delicate as her appearance: "Thank you, Mr. Shen, for saving me."

When Shen Weichu heard this, he did not take the credit, and said in a voice like a pine spring: "It was Master's magic weapon that saved the young lady, not my merits."

"Same." A soft smile appeared on the girl's cheek, she raised her hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "I made you laugh."

Shen Weichu paused and said, "It's getting late. Miss, go to bed early. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it after dawn."

"Yeah." The voice seemed to come from the nasal cavity, unusually soft.

Ji Yan lay down again, glanced at Shen Weichu with her moist and beautiful almond eyes, then clenched her fingers and slowly closed her eyes.

When Shen Weichu saw her sleeping, he got up and left.

When Ji Yan woke up the next day, she opened her eyes and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. Seeing that she was awake, the other party handed her a brand new set of clothes.

"Miss Ji, all your old clothes have been burned to ashes, so I bought a new set. You can put them on and see if they fit you."