Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

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Aning suddenly opened her eyes, seeing a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, and occasionally a flock of birds passing by. She opened her eyes slightly, obviously confused by this sudden turn of events.

The girl jumped up from the ground and looked around blankly.

She froze in place. What the hell? Wasn't she fighting with Qingyun in the study?

Is this a hallucination or a dream?

Houses built with blue bricks and tiles…

Silent corridors and courtyards…

The closed door ahead...

The girl blinked, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.

It seems to be——the Temple of Heaven! ?

In order to confirm her suspicion, Aning walked towards the closed door. Just as she was about to push it open, she suddenly remembered something, so she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"anyone there?"

Seeing no one answered, Aning opened the door and walked in. What he saw was a gorgeous and exquisite small shrine. It was placed in the center of the altar, with a small bronze incense burner in front of it.

On both sides are various tributes and candlesticks.

Aning came closer, and the green smoke emitted by the rose-red incense stick was a bit confusing. She raised her hand and waved it, and happened to see a ceramic statue standing in the shrine.

The statue looked like a smaller version of Si Yan, even the curvature of the corners of his mouth was exactly the same.

It had only been two days since she came down the mountain. Aning was certain that this shrine did not exist originally. As for why it appeared now, she had no idea.

After walking around the house, Aning twitched her chin and thought, she always felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and she looked straight at the wall behind the shrine. She seemed to have a strange pattern on it...

With this thought in mind, she walked to the wall behind the shrine and reached out to touch it.

Very ordinary, nothing special.

She scratched her head and returned to the courtyard in confusion. She looked at the empty and desolate courtyard, rubbed her eyes and was stunned for three seconds.

What about the orange trees?

Being attacked?

At this moment, Aning was completely confused.

She must be hallucinating, right?

right?

right?

In order to verify whether he was hallucinating, Aning pinched the flesh on his thigh hard. A heart-breaking pain suddenly hit him, and physiological tears burst out of his eyes.

Damn, this illusion is too real, right?

"Who are you?"

Just when Aning was still in a trance and confused, the closed courtyard door was pushed open, and a young boy wearing a crow-green short jacket looked over warily.

The girl with a sad face raised her eyes when she heard the voice and looked over. The handsome young boy was holding a broom in his hand and looked a little unfriendly.

She looked to her left and right, but there was no one else.

"Speak, who are you? And how did you enter Lord Si Yan's temple?" Seeing that the other party did not respond and just looked at him blankly, the young boy couldn't help but yelled.

Aning turned his attention back to the young boy, then blinked slowly, pointed his thin white fingertips at himself, and asked hesitantly: "Are you... talking to me?"

"You are the only one here. If I don't talk to you, am I following a ghost?" The young boy frowned and looked at her with an expression that said, "This girl is not bad, but she is a fool."

"talk to me?"

Aning was completely confused.

Her brain was spinning rapidly, and with a ding, she seemed to be sure that she was not hallucinating.

"Hey, silly girl, who are you? And how did you appear here?" The young boy asked again angrily when he saw that the other party was distracted.

Silly girl? ? ?

Aning glanced at him and said, "Kid, who do you think is stupid?"

"Whoever responds is the one I'm talking about." The young boy replied.

Aningpi smiled but said: "You are asking me the previous question again."

???

The young boy looked at the girl opposite him strangely, and repeated the previous question with a slight hesitation: "Who...are you? And why are you here?"

Aning took a step forward. The midday sun was very bright, forming a hazy halo around her body. She stared at the young boy intently.

"Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully."

"I! I am the smart and witty new wife of Lord Si Yan that you call me."

"You're talking nonsense! Lord Si Yan is a god, and gods don't marry wives!" the young boy said angrily.

"Why can't God marry a wife? Why do you think I'm here? He wants to marry me, so I'm here!" Aning nodded proudly.

Si Yan said that he wanted to marry her because it was her.

"Stop lying! I won't allow you to be disrespectful to adults. You, you, get out of here."

The little boy was annoyed. He rushed in with a broom, and then started sweeping wildly in front of Aning. He frowned and said, "Get out!"

Facing the angry little boy, Aning seemed very calm. She calmly raised her foot to step on the broom head that was flying around, waved the dust kicked up with her hand, and calmly said a word to the little boy. Say in one sentence:

"I, just, don't, go out."

After saying that, she winked and stuck out her tongue at the young boy, snorted, turned around and walked into the room behind her, her back looking as cool as she wanted.

The moment the other person retracted his foot, the little boy pulled the broom with too much force, and stumbled back uncontrollably. He looked at the other person's leisurely back and burst into tears.

"You, you, you bully others, I'm going to tell the adults! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Aning was currently selecting the tributes on the altar. After hearing the cry, she took an orange and walked out slowly.

Until the crying little boy appeared in her sight, she peeled off the orange peel in a few times, leaned against the edge of the door, and stuffed a piece into her mouth.

There was no intention of comforting him at all.

"You still eat the tributes?!" The young boy sniffed, with tears still in his eyes, looking so pitiful.

"That's right, it's so sweet. Do you want a piece?" Aning handed a piece out symbolically.

"You, you, you ignorant human being!" The young boy was furious.

Does she know what she is eating?

That's a tribute! It is a sacrifice to the gods!

How dare she, a human?

"puff."

Aning ignored him and methodically spat out a few apricot-white orange cores on the ground.

"I, an ignorant human being, am your master's wife!"