Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

Jiang Yuan blushed slightly: "Okay."

The time machine looked at this scene in despair: You are mortal enemies! What is love at first sight?

She hugged her head and wailed silently, deciding to give up.

Maybe love can save the world?

No, no, no, of course you can. The host can influence everything with love!

What can she, a little artificial retard, do?

She would only be regarded as a demon, so she'd better not give orders and let the host play his role, just as if it were a halftime break.

The last world was so scary that I didn’t even finish watching the whole show.

Slipped away, her soul remained with the host.

May God bless the host! Amen!

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Jiang Yuan sat on the picnic blanket and talked to her grandmother. She had a lot of things to say to her grandmother. If her grandmother were still alive, she would definitely lie on her grandmother's knees and chat with her all night long.

But even facing the cold tombstone, she could still talk nonstop. She believed that her grandmother must have turned into an angel and could hear her whispers.

"I had nightmares for a long time. In my dreams, there was always a shadow chasing me, and I couldn't escape it no matter which direction I went."

"Every time I escaped to our hut, I believed it was safe there, but now that my grandmother is not here, I still have nightmares even when I sleep in the hut."

"I can't understand any of the books you left behind. You and the angel left in such a hurry that you forgot to teach me."

"By the way, a new neighbor has moved in here. He is a very polite gentleman. It's incredible, isn't it? Before this, only the Moriti family lived here."

"I wish you a happy life in heaven. I will keep my promise and live here from the time I reach adulthood."

She walked towards the cabin, thinking about what kind of gift she should bring to her new neighbor's house.

A proper lady needs to dress up properly before attending a gentleman's party. She felt that they would definitely get along well afterwards.

Just wear that skirt. My grandmother said that when she wears that emerald green skirt, she looks like a forest elf.

The girl walked happily, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

As she was getting ready to visit her new neighbors, a little bird landed on her windowsill, as if by telepathy, holding a piece of black letter in its beak.

————Beautiful lady:

We have prepared bright and delicious wine tonight and sincerely invite you to come.

Signed Eric.

The bright red handwriting seemed to smell like blood.

Jiang Yuan still didn't notice anything wrong and she was still looking forward to the date in the evening.

When the time came, as soon as I went out, I saw two ponies pulling a small and exquisite carriage, as if it came out of a fairy tale.

Jiang Yuan covered his mouth in surprise: "Oh! My God, are you here to pick me up?"

She walked forward and stroked the horse's long brown mane. The horse lowered its head obediently and let her stroke it. Its obedient and loving attitude made Jiang Yuan chuckle. His good impression of this neighbor increased a little.

She got into the carriage and let the horses lead her through a forest and a plain towards the top of the mountain.

She was very sleepy on the way, so she took a short nap and woke up slowly when she arrived.

Wiping the non-existent saliva from the corner of her mouth, she was surprised to find herself stopped in front of an ancient castle.

She muttered to herself, "I've lived here for so long and I didn't even realize there was an ancient castle here."

Perhaps they had been neighbors for a long time, but they just met for the first time not long ago. This was really a special fate, the little girl thought.

The door opened automatically from the inside, and Mr. Eric walked out. He was wearing all black today, looking mysterious and elegant. He stretched out a hand to hold Jiang Yuan and made an invitation gesture: "My dear girl, you are the only one missing from this dinner."

The inside was just as Jiang Yuan had imagined, magnificent and golden. There were many fresh meats, vegetables and fruits on the long table, and a small fountain-shaped decanter in the middle, which kept emitting dark red wine. Just smelling it made one almost drunk.

Eric politely pulled out a chair for her: "Please eat, my little girl."

——Why don't you eat meat? Is it because it doesn't suit your taste?

——What about Mr. Eric? Why are you only watching me drinking? Is it because it doesn't suit your taste?

——Haha, Miss Moriti is so beautiful that I feel full just by looking at you.

His stomach made some gurgling sounds at the right moment, not very loud, but loud enough for Jiang Yuan to hear.

—There’s something a little dishonest about Mr. Eric, your stomach is protesting.

——Okay, you should eat more too, you are too thin.

——Our Moriti family is vegetarian. My grandmother said that eating meat would make the bloodline impure.

——The bloodline must be pure...

After the conversation, Eric fell into deep thought. He still didn't eat much and the meat on the table was hardly touched.

He seemed to like drinking very much. Influenced by him, Jiang Yuan also drank a little more and leaned back in his seat, a little drunk.

In the blur, Mr. Eric came closer and closer: "Would you like to visit my basement? Believe me, you will be amazed."

Jiang Yuan's face flushed, she giggled and quickly stood up: "Okay, I like it here."

Eric smiled triumphantly and took her to open the hidden secret door.

It was a little dark inside, and Jiang Yuan squinted her eyes a little uncomfortably, but Eric seemed completely unaffected and pulled her forward.

——It’s so dark, aren’t there any candles in the basement?

——Of course not, basements are supposed to be dark.

——But I can’t see anything.

——If you are scared, just close your eyes. The moonlight will shine in and you will be able to see clearly soon.

—Yes, Mr. Eric.

There was a creaking sound, as if a door that had been in disrepair for a long time was opened.

There was moonlight pouring straight into the room, casting a beam of light on the coffin inside.

The silver decorations on the coffin reflected the moonlight, presenting a gorgeous color.

It was like a demon whispering in my ear: "Go, open it, it should only be opened by you."

Jiang Yuan raised his finger: "Shh, it's so noisy."

She tugged at Eric's sleeve next to her: "Do you hear someone talking?"

Eric looked a little embarrassed: "No, maybe it's the call of your destiny alone?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head, feeling a little dizzy, and used both hands to steady his head: "No, no, no, it's not the call of fate, it's the whisper of the devil, he is harassing me."

Eric: …

It seemed that he was too drunk and failed to seduce her, so he had to speak himself.

"Look at this beautiful coffin. Don't you want to open it? Maybe there is a handsome prince lying inside."

Jiang Yuan was a little unsteady, she pulled her shoulders together: "Mr. Eric."

"Ok?"

"Have you never heard of fairy tales? There is no prince lying in a coffin. Maybe it is Snow White lying in the coffin, and you need to kiss her. But the princess can only kiss frogs, and I cannot accept kissing frogs."

Eric: …

What the hell is Snow White and the Frog? Which ugly guy wrote this fairy tale?