Fast Travel: The Patient Villain Is a Love Brain

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How could a puppet withstand the temperature of the holy fire.

A holy fire that cannot be quenched by water, a holy fire that cannot be blown away by wind, and a holy fire that cannot be buried by earth, even gold will be melted, let alone puppets!

Li Yan knelt in the fire, clutching the puddle of dust tightly in her hands, as if she would also melt in the flame that symbolizes nobility.

Ryan, I'm in so much pain...

The girl has no harbor to rely on, she looks so helpless.

No one can respond to her complaints.

"Host leave, you will die!"

She couldn't seem to hear any sound, all she could feel was burning pain.

……

When Mrs. Metya arrived, she only saw a charred body emitting a frowning stench.

"Mrs. Metea, although Miss's life has been saved, it will take some time for her body to recover."

The Great Sage Envoy took out a bottle of green potion and handed it to Mrs. Metea: "This potion can help Miss Metea restore her original appearance."

Mrs. Metya couldn't believe that the ugly thing in front of her was Li Yan, but she was full of anger and couldn't attack the envoy, so she could only endure it.

"Thank you Holy Messenger for helping me save my daughter's life."

"You are serious. It is our negligence that caused Miss Metea's tragic situation."

After exchanging a few pleasantries here, Mrs. Metya finally helped Li Yan apply the potion.

She doesn't allow her most perfect work to become a ghost or a ghost.

When she finished smearing Li Yan's whole body, she wanted to break Li Yan's clenched left hand, and even used magic, but she couldn't move a single finger.

It was as if she was holding some rare treasure in her hand.

"Damn!"

She cursed under her breath and poured the potion directly into her hands.

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Li Yan woke up in severe pain, not knowing when and what month.

Like a frightened bird, she sat up suddenly from the bed.

Everything is still a familiar room.

There was a hint of joy at the corner of her mouth, she thought it was a dream.

"Lyan!"

"Lyan?"

"Le...Ann?"

Her voice gradually changed from coquettish at first to uncertain, until she lost her voice.

She didn't hear her hoarse, claw-like voice.

The strange touch in the palm seemed to remind her that it was not a dream.

She opened her hand, and there was a puddle of gray powder in her palm.

squeak-

It's Lady Metea.

"Are you awake?" Mrs. Metea was extremely gentle, as if the previous hateful face was just Li Yan's imagination.

As if Ryan never existed.

"You must be hungry, mother has prepared food for you."

The maid brought the food into the room. This should be the first time Mrs. Metea allowed her perfect daughter to enjoy food in the room.

Mrs. Metea waved her hand, and the group of maids left the room.

Here, only she and Li Yan are left.

"Li Yan, everything has returned to the original state, mother will feed you." Mrs. Metea took good care of Li Yan.

Li Yan grabbed the corner of Mrs. Metea's clothes: "Mother, you must have hidden Leian, how could you be so cruel, right?"

Her cautious inquiry completely angered Mrs. Metea.

Snapped--

The slap fell on the newly grown skin, and it was a burning pain.

But Li Yan didn't care, she looked at Mrs. Metea expectantly: "Mother, my daughter is wrong, she will marry Prince Katya and become the person you want, and my daughter will fulfill your wish and return Leian Give it to me, okay... okay?"

She smiled, but her eyes were full of steam.

She looked at Mrs. Metea with a smile, the corners of her lips curled up, like a child waiting for a reward.

She pretended not to feel the flustered feeling of uncertainty, she was only looking forward to an answer.

But such a well-behaved face did not wait for any reward.

Snapped--

The finely carved face was deflected.

"Look at you now, what a cheap trick!"

Li Yan didn't seem to hear this kind of abuse, she still smiled and begged: "Mother, give me back my puppet, okay?"

"I beg you, give me back my puppet!"

"I will be an obedient mother, I just want my puppet..."

From her initial calmness to her collapse, her hoarse voice was buried in her mouth.

Mrs. Metya had no sympathy for Li Yan's pain, and she responded indifferently: "Before entering the holy fire, that vile thing turned back into a pile of wood, and he died a long time ago."

"No, he has no life, he has always been dead, he is just occupied by a demon, he is the one who tempted you!"

"No one else knows about this matter. The Holy Messenger will keep it a secret. I hope, no, I ask you to stay obediently in Metea Manor in the future."

"The graduation ceremony is over, and there is still one month to go. You just need to be your perfect Miss Metya, and then marry Prince Katya to win honor for the Metya family!"

Mrs. Metya left these chilling words, turned and left, Li Yan who was left behind was like an unimportant pawn, she would not care about her thoughts.

"Stay..."

Maoqiu wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say.

Li Yan's tears did not fall from the beginning to the end, because no one would wipe them away for her.

"Furball, can you give me a bottle?" Her request to the system was extremely humble.

This time, there was no reminder to deduct points from the system, and Li Yan had an extra delicate crystal bottle in his hand, which was as beautiful as a gemstone under the reflection of the sunlight.

She put the powder in carefully, not even letting go of the fine dust that fell on the bed sheet, as if every fine dust was a priceless treasure.

"Host, let's go to the old place and have a look!"

Maybe those things can keep Li Yan sane.

Following the guidance, Li Yan walked towards the dilapidated tool room with his stiff legs.

Maybe it's because she's used to relying on her, or maybe it's because of an old injury that hasn't healed, so she can't even walk anymore.

She looked at the familiar wooden house, and there were scenes of memories in her mind.

"L...an... hug me!"

"Well...Lian...very gentle..."

"Lyan! Look at me, remember me, don't forget me!"

"Never... will never forget the master!"

She moved the old crib stiffly, and there was a movable wooden board underneath.

After pushing it away, it is a neat and clean basement.

After the kerosene was burned out, Li Yan found a candle to light it.

"It turns out that he has a room." In this unremarkable corner.

Every time he opened his eyes, he was on standby in his room. She thought that he would only exist in her life.

The candlelight illuminates the room, and what catches the eye is the delicate and playful dress on the hanger in the center of the room.

The owner who made it seems to have just finished, and the needlework and fine pieces of fabric are still left on the wooden table.

On the walls are various puppet body parts, as well as wooden joints that have been replaced.

She walked past the wall, these things were packaged and classified, and there were labels on them, as if afraid of forgetting.

She seemed to be able to see him doing these things.