The villain's love literacy

However, that dream drifted away like a white mist in a blink of an eye, and when Sylvia woke up, she almost forgot all about staring at the lines on the ceiling.

The body is covered with a quilt that can bring warmth, and there is a bitter smell of medicine in the air.

She turned her head and looked around, and she was lying in a luxurious room, even in her previous life—now she began to feel that Sylvia was just a matter of her previous life, and she was not an authentic Japanese, but everything here It is indeed good.

He even changed his clothes, and after reacting for a while, he realized that the wound on his head was covered with a layer of gauze.

Was it rescued by one of the two women?

Wait, what's wrong, when I was in the alley before, I saw the woman who came later cut her arm with her fingernails, and then it was like eating a poisonous mushroom, and a beautiful picture began to appear in front of her eyes.

Was that real, or was it just an "illusion" before I passed out?

Are there other superpowers in this world besides the "substitute ability" mentioned by the gangster godfather before?

But right now is not the time to explore this, maybe when she meets the woman named "Zhu Shi" again, she can ask again.

There was no one in the room, so Sylvia had to sit up by herself, and only then did she see the clothes on her body. Although it was not as good as those worn by those two people, it was also much better than most of the people she had seen on the street. up.

So where is the person who rescued himself?

Staring around and looking around, she found that every wall is full of doors... This is not the case in Italy, and there is only one door in each ordinary room.

Sylvia shook her head. Now that she has come here, it seems that there is no way to go back for a while, and she should adapt to life here as soon as possible.

Speaking of life...would they be kind enough to keep themselves here?Or wait until she recovers and drive her away?

But if she can be allowed to stay, she is willing to learn to do anything.

Leaving here means that you can't live, unless... unless the dream she had was real, and the person in the dream was still waiting for her.But there is no way to easily believe in an illusory thing like this, and even don't know where that person is now, let alone look for it.

In the end, compared to other people who were lying here waiting for an unknown time to come back, Sylvia planned to explore the environment by herself.

After groping tentatively for a long time, she finally figured out that only the doors in the center of the two walls are paper doors that can be opened, and all the others are decorations that either draw ocean waves or fill them with different flowers.

It was getting dark outside, and the room was illuminated by an oil lamp in the corner, and the faint flames danced.

There are no electric lights in such a family, maybe it is really as she imagined, and she has returned to the era before electricity was invented.

The courtyard outside is the kind of oriental courtyard she once saw in gardening magazines, with small bridges and flowing water, and some low buildings carved in stone and lit with candle lamps inside. She couldn't name it, but it should be Japan. up.

The stars in the sky are visible to the naked eye, densely packed and clear, but this kind of scenery cannot be seen in the city where she lives. Only when I was young, my father drove to my grandmother's house in the countryside during the summer vacation did I have such a beautiful starry sky.

Sylvia looked around for a week. Except for the room where she was in, there was only one room that was lit, and she had to pass through the courtyard—she was in a place similar to a side room, and that room was from It looks bigger from the outside.

Maybe where the master lived, she guessed.

There are shoes-like things under the wooden porch, very similar to the sandals you wear when you go to the seaside for vacation, but the shoes are made of beautiful fabrics with straps, and the bottom is thick wood.

The black-haired girl looked down at the socks on her feet. They were different from the ones she wore in her previous life. They didn't fit very well. They were loosely fitted on top, and the big toe and index finger were separated, which seemed to cater to this kind of shoe. into.

Sylvia stepped on the shoes carefully, and looked around while walking in the empty courtyard.The sound of clogs beating on the gravel road was so loud that it almost echoed, and it seemed a bit intrusive in the yard at night.

However, she really couldn't master the technique of not making a sound—it was even more difficult than walking in high heels to control the volume, so she finally gave up like breaking a can.

The owner of that big room might be able to hear her walking step by step, but when she really got there and tried to knock on the door, she didn't get any response.

So she stood outside a little at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Is she not welcome?

Or simply did not hear?Do you want to knock again?

But Sylvia couldn't be sure what the person in the room meant. After all, she didn't know a little bit of etiquette here. If she easily angered the master like this... she might be kicked out.

She stood outside tangling back and forth, the night wind almost blowing through her clothes.

Just when she was unprepared and immersed in her own thoughts, the paper door was slammed open with a "hula", scaring Sylvia back a step, unable to stand firmly, and fell to the ground.

When she slowly raised her head to look again, it was the first woman she had ever seen who was entangled by hooligans and fled into the alley.

But she looked fierce, impatient and condescending.

"How long are you going to stand here?"

"Uh... sorry to bother you."

She tried to speak in the most sincere tone, after all, this woman was her savior, and she came here to thank her in the first place.

However, this sentence did not get any response at all. The still female Oni Mai Tsujimu glanced at her dismally, and now her face was expressionless. Draw and write with a brush.

The trouble Zhu Shi brought back...and it was a girl?At first she thought it was a boy who agreed to Zhu Shi to bring him back.

"Thank you very much for saving my life and bringing me back to heal my wounds. If you want, I will definitely repay your kindness. No matter what I can learn to do, I, I..."

It's a pity that Sylvia doesn't have much vocabulary in her head. If she is allowed to thank her in Italian, she can talk a lot.

In my previous life, I worked hard to study, but here I am an illiterate.

She looked enviously at the woman in the room writing on the paper, even if she used a soft-tip pen that she had never seen before and would not know how to use, held upright in her hand.

Onimai Tsuji's right hand paused briefly, but then continued to write smoothly.

What she wanted to deny at first was that Zhu Shi was meddling in bringing her back. As for her original intention, she originally planned to kill the child and all those hooligans.

And now she actually came to thank him?It's ridiculous.

But when she heard that she was willing to do anything to repay this kindness, she was not in a hurry to deny it.

Anyway, Zhu Shi is her subordinate, if Zhu Shi saved someone, doesn't that mean she saved him?

Besides, is it possible that this child can repay Zhushi in the future?Of course, it must be used by her Ghost Mai Tsuji.

It's not bad to turn her into a ghost to do things for me now. Those trash... It's been so long, and I can't even find a blue flower of the other side. What's the use of raising a bunch of trash?

But she still looks too thin, the human physique before becoming a ghost may affect the strength of the future, according to her current body, she may not even have vampirism, it is just a one-time use tool .

But for the sake of her loyalty and dedication, maybe she can wait for Zhu Shi to heal her before turning her into a ghost.

In this way, not only will her combat effectiveness become stronger, but she will be able to use her until she dies in the Demon Killing Squad, or until she is taken back by her Ghost Mai Tsuji Mumi for doing something wrong.

"name."

After a long while, Wu Cang rolled up his right cuff, raised the tip of his pen to get some ink on it, and didn't look back at the child, his voice was cold and emotionless.

But in Sylvia's view, this meant that she accepted her thanks, with a smile on her face immediately.

Sure enough, this person is still very kind, but she should be the naturally indifferent type, but as long as she is willing to communicate well with others, she is confident that she can get along well.

But the name...

She does have a Japanese name, because her mother is Japanese, Sylvia was often called by her Japanese nickname when she was a child.But since she passed away due to illness, no one called her that anymore—whenever the deceased wife was mentioned, her father would be in grief, so this name was buried in Xiao Qianqian's heart.

"Yayoi."

She blurted it out without thinking, if she added her mother's pre-marriage surname to her father's.

"... Yayoi Asagiri."

From now on in this world, she should completely forget about Sylvia and everything in her previous life, and continue to live here.

Old name, but new beginning.

But then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the courtyard behind her, and Yayoi looked back, it was the woman named "Zhu Shi".

She looked at this side with a pale complexion, and her eyes could not hide the horror. Seeing Yayoi sitting in front of the ghost king defenseless like this, the porcelain bowl in her hand fell to the ground, and the bitter medicine juice oozed out. Into the crevice of the cobblestone path.

How...how did you wake up so quickly?

I just went to decoct the medicine, but I didn't see it at a glance, why did this kid come here by himself?

"Ten, I'm very sorry, Mr. Wu Mi, she didn't do it on purpose, please forgive her, I will take her away immediately..."

Maybe if I came a few seconds late, this child would also be turned into a ghost.