Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

An Wuyang was weak, but he was still distracted by the experience and thought that the Patriarch's body was actually warm.

It doesn't look like a ghost at all, and it still has a nice agarwood scent.

Curious, he raised his hand and touched Jinchen's heart, trying to see if there was a heartbeat.

There actually is!It jumps pretty fast!An Wuyang was surprised.

"Are you going to sleep on me?"

Jinchen spoke in his ear, his voice low and flirtatious.

"While I don't mind it, it's just not a good place to sleep."

An Wuyang's face was bloodshot again, and he belatedly wanted to stand up, but Jin Chen stopped him.

"Don't move, let me take a look at your injuries."

Jinchen switched to hugging her with one hand, lifting up the clothes from the hem with the other hand, and lowered his head to take a look.

It can be seen that An Wuyang is not good at bandaging. He only wetted the gauze with talisman water and applied it to the wound. The edges of the wound were turning black, and there was a ghostly aura lingering around.

He gently lifted off the gauze and brushed the wound with his fingertips. His spiritual power drove away the ghost energy and repaired the wound.

"Don't touch the water these days, and don't use this talisman water again. The ghost energy will be dispelled for you. Just apply the medicine normally."

Jinchen's eyes were serious, and he raised his eyes to look at him, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard it." An Wuyang pulled down his clothes, feeling really at a loss and mixed with subtle touches.

"Then, then I will go to bed, and Grandmaster will also go to bed early."

He thought Jinchen would return to the portrait to rest, so he stood up and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, Jinchen followed him all the way to the bedroom.

"You don't need to call me Patriarch in the future to avoid being overheard by interested people, and I also need sleep."

Jinchen felt confident and followed him into the bedroom.

An Wuyang glanced at the bed. He definitely couldn't clean up the room at this time, "Then what should I call you?"

"What do you want to be called?" Jinchen seemed to be in a happy mood, taking off his coat and hanging it on the hanger.

"Your name is Jin Chen. To deceive others, I might as well call you Uncle Jin."

Jinchen: "..."

The smile on his face stiffened and he repeated, "Uncle?"

"Are you dissatisfied?" An Wuyang thought for a moment, "But with your current appearance, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to call you Grandpa, right?"

Jinchen was about to be overwhelmed by his wife talking about you, and he suddenly felt that he had gone through a lot of vicissitudes.

"You don't need to call me uncle, and you don't need to be called by honorifics. The age I assigned myself is 27."

An Wuyang suddenly realized that it wasn't that the Patriarch didn't feel respected enough, but that he felt he was too old.

It turns out that ghosts and immortals who have been dead for hundreds of years also have age panic.

"Then...Brother Jin? Brother Jin?" After saying a few words in succession, An Wuyang felt that something was not right.

The last two people knocked on the board and called Brother Chen.

He doesn't look too old, doesn't have a nickname like a gangster, and doesn't look awkward like he's flirting.

This was the first time An Wuyang had slept with someone in the same bed since he had grown up. His mood was very complicated, and there was some indescribable novelty. He rolled around on his side wrapped in quilt, and wrapped himself into a long strip.

Jinchen came back after washing up and commented on this look.

"Are you preparing to wake up tomorrow morning and be reborn?"

An Wuyang smiled and prepared to escape, only to realize that he could no longer move and could only roll.

He looked at Jin Chen as if asking for help, his hair was messy, "Can you please help Brother Chen to peel off the cocoon first?"

Jinchen: "..."

He came closer, rescued the person from the cocoon, smoothed the hair that was fried due to static electricity, and pressed the dull hair, watching it rise again.

"Sleep honestly."

An Wuyang looked up and saw that the outline of Jinchen's face, standing against the light, was clearer, and the gentleness in his eyes was completely genuine.

He felt his heart began to pound again, and he quickly held it with both hands, looking serious.

"It's incredible."

"Why, does the wound hurt?" Jinchen sat on the bed, half lying down.

"I think I'm having a heart attack, it keeps beating so hard."

"Okay, stop thinking about everything." Jin Chen was dumbfounded by the young man's erratic thinking, and tapped his forehead with his finger.

"Go to sleep."

"It's strange to say that it jumps when you come over. Could it be that the heart also has the property of controlling appearance..."

An Wuyang muttered, leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Half an hour later, Jin Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked sharply at the window that was about to move.

Who is not afraid of death?

He let go of the pressure around him and dispersed it like it was outside the window.

The movement disappeared immediately, and the ghost who had smelled the extremely yin body ran faster than anyone else.

It rushed to tell people that the little Taoist priest in the suburban community, who had a very yin body, was attracted by a very powerful ghost. The ghost was frightened to death just by the dispersion of his breath!

Jinchen cast another seal on the window, and when he looked back, he saw An Wuyang lying on his back with his hands on his chest, sleeping very peacefully.

[Hahahaha, this posture is so familiar!You have also used the host! 】0731 started to complain.

[...If you don’t sleep, throw your body out to date a ghost. 】

【I slept! 】0731 Able to bend and stretch.

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The next day.

An Wuyang woke up in the morning and stared at the sunshine outside the window in trance.

He hasn't slept so well for a long time since his master died!Not only were there no stray ghosts to harass me, I didn't even have nightmares.

magical!

He touched his chest, and it didn't hurt much anymore. Fortunately, Grandmaster was there to help... Grandmaster!

The sleep-conscious memories came back, and An Wuyang subconsciously turned his head to look at the bed.

Why is it gone?

After he washed and changed his clothes and went out, he saw an even more magical scene.

Jinchen has transformed his green shirt into modern clothes. His dark hair is tied up casually and hanging behind his back, looking casual and elegant. The cuffs of his shirt are half tied up to his forearms. He is concentrating on...pulling noodles.

An Wuyang thought about the only ingredients left in the kitchen. It seemed that the only thing that could be used for breakfast was the bag of flour that he had bought together, but he didn't like the trouble and felt silently ashamed.

"Good morning, Brother Chen."

"Morning." Jinchen raised his eyes and nodded, "I finally opened my eyes and slept more peacefully than a ghost like me."

An Wuyang was right, "I call it a good sleep. Master corrected me for a long time."

He sat down next to the dining table and tied up his sleeves, feeling amused, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Jinchen glanced at the excited young man, pinched some dough and threw it to him.

"Mold it into whatever shape you like."

The implication is to have fun while playing.

But it was obvious that An Wuyang didn't hear it, and he happily started kneading the dough, his delicate eyebrows full of smiles.

"You and I will go out shopping later, and there won't be any food at home."

Jinchen had already pulled out the noodles and started to mix the sauce.

After a pause, he added: "How much money do you still have on you now?"

An Wuyang opened his phone and looked at the balance, his hair drooping.

"Three thousand more."

Fortunately, I don't have to pay rent.

【Host! With 50 points, you can store 50 liquid funds in your fake identity!I specifically went to the Shenhao system next door to redeem the permissions! 】

Jinchen moved his fingers slightly and began to calculate, [Only 50? 】

[I only have this little permission. 】0731 I think it’s really cool to be a Shenhao system.

As if he had figured something out, Jin Chen raised his lips and smiled.

【no need. 】