Quickly travel to redeem the villain and get excited

When Wen Xi rubbed her head and went back to her room to sleep, she passed by the study.

Under the warm orange light, Bai Tingyan's profile was also dyed softly.

He explained the work content in a low voice, and paused slightly as if he felt something.

However, his expression remained unchanged and he continued to arrange his work.

"Manager Wang, the relevant units of the Luo family's project are under review. You should continue to follow up and coordinate the needs of multiple parties. It must be perfect..."

Wen Xi leaned against the door, recalling the contents of the original world line in her mind.

In the information provided by Zero Zero Seven, the description of the villain is not very detailed.

He was kidnapped when he was twelve years old, and after barely surviving, he suffered from severe PTSD.

Relying on the heroine's company, he gradually returned to his normal life. From then on, his obsession with the heroine became deeper and deeper.

The identity of the chaebol president seems to be just an embellishment for the villain, just to bring out the beauty of the heroine.

Everything is based on love and ignores all aspects of life.

But what about in reality? The fact that he can sit in this position proves that he is not simple, and his intelligence and means are first-rate.

Wen Xi sometimes can't understand.

How could such a person be addicted to love and need redemption?

He is obviously a very dazzling person.

But there is such a task.

Wen Xi sighed slightly in her heart, Ling Lingqi couldn't explain why.

For it, just receive the task and complete the task, without having to think so much.

Wen Xi could only attribute everything to the fact that the world line setting was too strong and the world was a big stage.

It must develop according to the trajectory of the world line (script).

Wen Xi tilted her head, feeling that she could not find the answer to this question yet, and left quietly.

After the figure at the door left, Bai Tingyan slowly moved his gaze over.

In the headset, the subordinates are still reporting on their work.

He listened for a while and suddenly said: "That's it for today. Give me the budget and planning for the next quarter before Friday."

"Okay, Mr. Bai."

Bai Tingyan took off his earphones.

He looked a little tired.

He raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows.

Maybe it's all just a wish, he said to himself.

......

After Wen Xi closed her eyes, she moved from darkness to darker darkness.

"No!" came a trembling scream.

"Go away! Go away!"

"what!"

A scream came from the dark mass of giant monsters, and the tone of the voice was severely changed due to fear.

Wen Xi could barely tell that it was the little duck's voice.

The surrounding black looks like an abstract painting painted with crayons.

Wen Xi was a little anxious, but didn't know where to start.

"Duck?"

she shouted.

"Duck! Can you hear me?"

Only the sound of low sobbing came.

Wen Xi took a deep breath to calm down.

This is her dream. Just like before, she just needs to forcefully change this dream.

Wen Xi closed her eyes and imagined that the surrounding environment became gentle and soothing.

Surrounded by a lush green grassland, above is a blue sky with floating clouds.

The kite is flying with the wind.

She opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that the surrounding scenes had changed according to her wishes, but the dark crayon ball did not move at all.

The crying subsided.

Wen Xi felt anxious and thought of the "protection of magical girls" in the previous world.

Although the characteristics were taken back by the small world after completing the mission, Wen Xi still has memories, so it shouldn't be a big problem to restore them in a dream.

There was a flash of light.

A pink magic wand appeared in Wen Xi's hand. She clenched the magic wand and slashed hard at the black crayon ball.

The touch under my hand was like cutting into a dry and crisp hard shell.

She pressed down hard and heard a "bang!"

The black crayon ball exploded like a balloon, turning into black powder and gradually dissipating.

The little boy inside huddled up.

His face was stained with tears.

The wounds on his body were intertwined, and his hands were bloody.

"Little duck?" Wen Xi called softly, fearing to irritate him.

Her eyes flashed as a figure hugged her tightly.

"I thought you wouldn't come. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The duckling muttered hoarsely, his eyes red.

"Sorry." Wen Xi apologized softly.

I don’t know when she started to think of the duck as more than just a character in her dreams.

"How long has it been since we last met?"

Wen Xi asked. She felt that the time in the dream seemed to flow very differently from the real time flow.

"Almost a year." The little duck sniffed and raised his head.

Only then did Wen Xi realize that the wounds on his body had disappeared completely.

She calculated that the last time she saw Xiaoya in her dream was when she was participating in a love show a month ago.

It seems that the flow rate of time is really different.

"What have you been doing for so long?"

Wen Xi sat cross-legged on the grass, picked out a blade of grass and played with it. The little duck also sat down and got very close.

"I went to participate in something called a love variety show. Sorry, I'm a little busy."

"What is a love variety show?"

"Well, just think of it as a fairy's job."

The ducky nodded confusedly.

Wen Xi pinched the little duck's face with her hands. Although it was a little thin, it was very elastic.

The little duck blushed suddenly.

"You...what do you do?"

"I have a question for you. What is that dark thing just now? Are you willing to tell me?"

The little duck looked gloomy: "I don't know either..."

"Since returning home alive, whenever I close my eyes, I feel like I'm being swallowed by darkness."

The little duck crossed his arms and trembled a little.

Wen Xi noticed something unusual in his words: "Go home alive?"

The little duck buried his head in his knees: "A year ago, I was kidnapped."

Wen Xi's pupils tightened and she stood up suddenly.

The keyword "kidnapping" of a teenage boy flashed through her mind.

Xiaoya, it sounds like a nickname, not like a serious name.

"You...what's your name?"

The little duck raised his head: "Baiting Banquet."

Wen Xi felt like she was struck by lightning. The child in front of her turned out to be the villain from her childhood!

Her mind was a little confused: "Then why do you still say your name is Little Duck?"

"Aren't you a fairy that my sister named me when I was little? I thought you knew."

Wen Xi choked and was speechless.

She did coax the villain into saying she was a little fairy.

What's going on now?

Did she dream of the childhood villain Bai Tingyan? Or did Bai Tingyan dream of her when he was a child?

Or is this just a false dream?

"Aren't you willing to listen to what I'm saying?" Xiaoya, no, thirteen-year-old Bai Tingyan asked hesitantly.

He saw Wen Xi's bad expression and seemed very unhappy.

Wen Xi patted his head: "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of something."

"Thank you for helping me get rid of these weird things." Thirteen-year-old Bai Tingyan thanked her seriously.

Wen Xi waved her hand hurriedly: "It's okay, this is what a little fairy should do."

Thirteen-year-old Bai Tingyan pursed her lips and said in a low mood: "In the past year, when you were not around, I would be like this as soon as I fell asleep. Sometimes I don't know which day I will be swallowed by it. "