Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 134 Young Marshal, Your Wife Escapes Again (1)

Before Ling Xiao left, it happened to coincide with the annual traditional Mid-Autumn Festival in Yinhai City.

The month is the hometown Ming.

It's just...she can't stay with Zi Fei like this all the time.

Ling Xiao motioned Zi Fei to unbutton the black shirt, and then revealed the quiet and mysterious birthmark of the crabapple flower on the right shoulder.

Ling Xiao stared fixedly for a few moments, and his thoughts turned back and forth for a while, and it was rare for him to feel a little sad.

Zi Fei followed Ling Xiao's eyes and looked over.

"This is... I accidentally fell in a wooden building when I was a child, and it was scalded by a broken hot water bottle."

"It's really weird. It just looks like a flower."

Zi Fei stretched out her hand and rubbed it meticulously.

The fair and smooth skin carried a hint of coolness that did not penetrate the bones, as if it was enveloped extremely softly by the pouring bright moonlight.

Ling Xiao's consciousness is gradually blurring.

She could clearly feel that the soul and body were being forcibly stripped away.

"No!" Ling Xiao grabbed Zi Fei's palm tightly, exhausted his last bit of strength and replied: "The begonia flower is yours..."

When Ling Xiao opened her eyes again, she had already returned to that long-lost mysterious space.

Xiaoqiang: Welcome back.

Young lady, let's get used to it first, shall we?

Ling Xiao snuggled up on the beauty's couch, and took out an apple casually.

Click!
Crunchy.

cockroach:……

Young lady, are you not the slightest bit sad?

Could it be that your emotional model... is just for completing the assigned task?

Ling Xiaoxiu frowned slightly, thinking while gnawing on an apple.

It's a bit of a shame to say it.

After all, we've been together half our lives.

Speaking of pain, it seems that there is no.

After all... She has always been so open-minded.

Xiaoqiang's playful spirit possessed him every minute: Young lady, about the birthmark of that crabapple flower!

I have the latest information, do you want to share it with you?
Ling Xiao casually raised his wrist, and accurately threw the finished apple core into a trash can.

Xiaoqiang: What the hell...

So when did this trash can come out?
Ling Xiao responded calmly: Garbage sorting, start with small things.

Start from me!

Xiaoqiang almost fainted from crying in the toilet: Miss sister, you are too cruel.

Ling Xiao began to close his eyes and meditate.

It's like... that strange man and the mysterious crabapple birthmark.

To her, it's not worth mentioning at all.

At some point, Xiaoqiang's specially adjusted mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Ling Xiao's ear: "The next mission world is open! Young lady is ready to enter!"

On the moon afternoon in the spring courtyard, the fragrant mash is swaying and the light wants to dance.

Turning to the corridor, the half-fallen plum blossoms are fragrant.

Light clouds and mist are always the place where young people enjoy themselves.

It's not like autumn light, only with Liren.

Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be no one in the room.

Oh no!
She is the only one.

The moonlight outside the window is clear, the shade of the trees is swaying, and the winter jasmine in the corner provokes a delicate and beautiful curved arc.

A bright red light rose in the courtyard, which looked like a retro hexagonal double-layer solid wood palace lantern.

Ling Xiao got up from the bed and rubbed his aching forehead.

Ling Xiao: Start receiving the plot.

Xiaoqiang pretended to be dead.

Humph, I will never tell Miss Sister!

Brother Ben Tong...is sulking!

If Ling Xiao could hear it, he must have replied unceremoniously.

You call off the chain!

Ling Xiao waited quietly for a moment, but did not receive the relevant plot of this mission world.

In desperation, Ling Xiao could only put on his clothes and get out of bed cautiously.

The shoes are still relatively old-fashioned embroidered shoes.

The light green upper is embroidered with a group of auspicious cloud patterns.

Ling Xiao tentatively opened the door, and saw a little girl who was dozing off.

The little girl's head is bit by bit, she doesn't look immature, and there is an obvious hint of youthfulness.

Ling Xiao could only rely on the memory of the original owner, and shouted in a deep voice: "Ruru, should you wake up?"

Ruru was so frightened that she hurriedly opened her eyes, then rubbed them subconsciously, making a clear begging sound from her mouth.

"Ma'am! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Madame...is this the ancient world?
Ling Xiao left Ruru, the maid who was begging for mercy, and came to the courtyard alone.

Quaint world indeed.

Su-style gardens, rockery, ponds, pavilions and pavilions.

Everywhere reveals elegance and ingenuity.

But... Ling Xiao suddenly saw a beautiful girl wearing a green cloth cheongsam with sharp eyes, passing through the Moon Cave Gate, and walking briskly towards the Chunyue Garden.

"Sister! You finally woke up!" The girl gave a cute and cute smile a little familiarly.

Who is Ling Xiao?

She could see a hint of disdain and superiority from the girl's sweet smile.

Ling Xiao subconsciously looked at his clothes.

In fact, it is not particularly old-fashioned, it is a model of feudal housewives.

In the memory of the original owner, the cheerful and beautiful girl in front of her was named Xu Lejun.

A top student at Teikyo Women's College, who is good at three foreign languages, and knows painting and piano.

But Xu Lejun is no ordinary courtesan, but a serious patriotic young woman.

She is said to have regularly participated in patriotic demonstrations.

Then he was an amateur editor-in-chief of the Teikyo Newspaper.

It can be said to be the benchmark among the emerging fashionable women of this era.

……

Ling Xiao ignored her at first, but turned around and went back to the house on his own.

This Xu Lejun seems to be a little bit hostile.

In the memory of the original owner, Xu Lejun had a bit of an affair with the original owner's husband, Qiao Ye.

The two have long cherished each other, become confidants, and admire each other.

But due to the existence of the original owner, the two of them did not pierce the layer of window paper for a long time.

But in the Qiao family... as we all know, the eldest young master Qiao Ye has no love for his original wife. He just obeyed the family's arrangement and was forced to marry the daughter of the Feng family three years ago.

The Qiao family is a merchant, and the Feng family is an official.

A well-matched marriage has always been easy to receive blessings.

After all, the memory of the original owner is only one link.

The plot of each mission world is interlocking.

Ling Xiao was about to go back to the house alone, and was about to use a small leather whip to whip that Xiaoqiang who suddenly crashed for no reason.

At this moment, Xu Lejun suddenly grabbed Ling Xiao's arm from behind.

Xu Lejun has little strength, but her nails are not trimmed.

Moreover, she deliberately grabbed Ling Xiao's thin-clothed elbow, and clasped Ling Xiao's skin at once, and a stinging pain swept over him.

Ling Xiao is not the dignified and virtuous first wife.

Ling Xiao resolutely kicked into the air decisively, offering a side kick in Jeet Kune Do, and kicked Xu Lejun straight out.

Bang!
Unprepared, Xu Lejun slammed her head into the apricot tree on the left side of the courtyard, her head was bloody from the collision, and she looked embarrassed.

"Sister! You! You!" Xu Lejun covered the painful wound, looking like a frightened deer.

Sure enough... the original owner's husband, Qiao Ye, also passed through the Moon Cave Gate and hurried over to Ling Xiao's residence.

Xu Lejun is not much of a showman.

But it's obvious... She knows how to pose in front of a man in order to be better than the original owner.

(End of this chapter)