Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

Ye Youran smiled maliciously, with a faint cold light in her peach blossom eyes. She jumped out of the man's arms, raised her chin and pointed at the wooden wall next door: Here?

The man's eyebrows were curved, with a hint of brilliance in them. He looked at Ye Youran, smiled faintly and nodded.

She felt her body and curled the corners of her mouth after sensing the four faint energies in her body.

She gathered her strength and kicked the wall.

With a loud "bang", the entire wooden wall collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

And inside there was a voice saying “What the hell? Cough, cough, cough…”

"what happened?"

"Hey, pull me up!"

Zhang Shi was pinned down by the sudden wall and lay on the ground in a panic. When he was pulled up, he was covered in dust and wood chips. He was already furious, and when he saw the figure standing behind the wall, his heart skipped a beat. After seeing who it was, he shouted angrily, "You little jerk, did you do this?"

When Ye Youran saw Zhang Shi, he grinned. The eager smile on his face made Zhang Shi feel creepy. He felt annoyed and spat on the ground: "Bah! You little bastard, you are so bold. You dare to laugh while pretending to be so arrogant? Today, we brothers will make you laugh enough!"

When everyone on the first floor heard the loud voice, they stretched their necks to look up. There was no sound after the first sound, but now there was finally a second sound. Some locals recognized that it was the voice of Zhang Shi, the son of the mayor, and immediately gloated over his misfortune. It was really unlucky to offend this little ancestor.

At this moment, Ye Youran looked at the men who were walking towards her with malicious intent, and the smile on her face widened coldly: "Trash, it's useless for you to kneel down and cry today."

Zhang Shi smiled and patted the people around him: "Hahaha, what did she say..."

"Puff!" A stream of blood sprayed on his face, interrupting his mockery.

"...What, what..." Zhang Shi was speechless. What did he see? That little loser broke someone's neck with just one hand, and a cut on the neck was torn open with surging blood, which was particularly bloody.

But she looked at him and smiled evilly.

Soon, the ground was covered in scarlet.

He felt that his legs were not under his control because they could not stop shaking. Some of his friends were lying on the floor with their bodies torn apart, while others had holes in their chests and were bleeding violently.

Ye Youran picked up the dagger that had fallen into a large pool of blood and approached Zhang Shi. The increasing amount of red spots on her body stimulated him. He heard her ask faintly: "What did you call me just now?"

Zhang Shi came back to his senses instantly, his heart beating like a drum. He took a few steps back and hurriedly sent out several streams of spiritual power to attack Ye Youran.

He is a junior third-level spiritual master! Is he still afraid of a waste like her?

Looking at the attack without any sense of coercion, Ye Youran sneered: "What rubbish."

With a flick of his hand, the dagger flew out and flew towards Zhang Shi. "Puff!"

With a loud bang, he was nailed firmly to the opposite wall.

"Ah!" The entire dagger was not inserted into his body, leaving a bloody hole in his chest, and one could still see the handle covered with minced flesh.

Soon, he was out of breath.

The whole teahouse was filled with a greasy smell, and the walls were covered with splattered blood. In the center was Zhang Shi, who was firmly pinned down. Around him, several young men whose chests were brutally ripped open fell in a pool of blood. It seemed as if an extremely bloody massacre had taken place here, and even the air was extremely sticky.

A large amount of scarlet liquid dripped from the second floor, and the "tick-tick-tick" sound echoed on the first floor. Everyone sat in their seats with a serious look on their faces, seemingly chatting, but in fact their minds had long been focused on the little bit of blood, but no one dared to explore what happened upstairs.

Ye Youran looked at her masterpiece, feeling quite happy. She shook off the blood on her hands, walked back to Ye Chenyuan, squinted her eyes and smiled: "I came here to do this." She looked like an innocent child.

Ye Chenyuan leaned elegantly against the window, looking at the scarlet ground behind Ye Youran, and smiled gently: "Come and take a rest."

Ye Youran felt happier.

She crawled into the man's broad arms, stretched her little head to the teacup, and drank the tea in big gulps from where he had drunk.

The aftertaste in her mouth made her narrow her eyes slightly.

Ye Chenyuan looked at the cat-like person in his arms and raised his eyebrows slightly with interest, finding it interesting.

When the tea aroma in her mouth gradually disappeared, Ye Youran raised her head, but only saw the man's delicate chin. She stood up and straightened her worn gray robe. She saw a small bloodstain on the man's gorgeous white robe. She looked at it carefully and said, "It seems more handsome after being dyed red."

Ye Chenyuan looked down at the scarlet spots on his white robe, his eyes overflowing with interest. The gentle man, who was as gentle as jade, suddenly revealed a cruel and tyrannical aura that was inconsistent with his appearance, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

With a raised corner of her mouth, she took the man's hand and walked out of the private room and downstairs. This man looked gentle and elegant, but the look in his eyes was really bad and likable.

The two walked down the blood-covered staircase, hand in hand, as if the blood flowing down the ground was just a foil, like a red carpet on the ground, making people feel awe that they dare not look directly at. Seeing that everyone downstairs fell silent instantly, Ye Youran couldn't help but chuckle, and her soft and tender laughter echoed in everyone's ears. She said to the shopkeeper with a cold sweat on his face, "Go to the Ye family to ask for the loss. If anyone asks who did it, tell him that it was Ye Youran who just killed his three descendants."

"..." No one answered in the teahouse, and everyone just watched the two people walk away.

......

The sun sets, leaving only a hint of deep yellow light shining into the dense forest. Unlike the flying petals in the small town, the mottled shadows of the trees here make the forest flicker, dark and eerie, as if something is lurking in the dark, which is a bit unsettling.

A cluster of flames lit up, extremely bright in the almost dark forest.

Above the flames, two skewers of sizzling barbecue exuded an aromatic aroma that seemed out of place in this cold and dense forest.

Ye Youran was wearing an exquisite little red dress. She leaned on a man in a clean white robe like a willful loli, turning the barbecue in her hands from time to time.

Ye Chenyuan smelled the meaty aroma coming from the fire, his eyes glowing with surprise as he stared at the roasted meat in the hands of the little man in his arms, and said, "What kind of meat is this? It has such a strong meaty aroma. I have never smelled the seasoning you sprinkled on it."

Ye Youran narrowed her eyes: "This meat is unique on the continent. This seasoning is also unique here. It's normal that you have never seen it before." This is the meat of a mutated animal in the apocalypse. The man has definitely never eaten it before.

Fortunately, her magic ring is still there...

The man smiled after hearing this: "Then I'm really honored." Then he buried his head in Ye Youran's neck and sniffed hungrily.

Even hungrier.

Looking at the snow-white and delicious little neck in front of him, the man stuck out his tongue and licked it.

After a pause, as if he tasted something delicious, he couldn't help licking it again.

Ye Youran only felt the wet and sticky touch at the crook of her neck which made her body tremble uncontrollably. The places that were licked by the man's tongue became particularly sensitive.

Without stopping her, she turned the barbecue around, turned her head slightly and asked in an ambiguous tone: "Want to eat?"

The man narrowed his eyes, a hint of cruelty flashed in his gentle eyes, and said: "...I want to eat."

She turned her head away: "Not now."

"Then when can we do that?" The man couldn't help but gently bite the snow-white neck beside his lips.

"after."

"Later..." I can't eat it now..

He licked and bit it again, then looked at the roasted meat with a look of unsatisfied feeling.

He took a bite, and the slow and leisurely movements were as if he was enjoying some high-end cuisine. "It's really delicious and unique." The man hugged the little person in his arms and praised the food in his hands.

Ye Youran blew gently on the steaming barbecue in her hand, and asked while waiting for the entrance: "What are you doing in that town?"

The man tore off a piece of the warm meat in his hand and fed it to the little one in his arms, and replied happily: "Take a walk."

Looking at the food handed to her mouth, she took a bite and chewed it, but raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure?"