Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

Before Shen Yiyang realized the seriousness of the matter, he stood up and planned to knock down Lin Muan.

If you haven't tasted it, just wipe out the oil and then die. After all, you can die under a peony skirt and be a ghost. He had never seen such a good-looking man as Lin Muan, and he would die without regrets if he touched him.

But Lin Muan seemed to know his intention and took a few steps back. Shen Yiyang jumped away and ate the dirt with his face on the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Shiji came to Lin Muan's side, reached out to hold Lin Muan's hand, and forcibly opened Lin Muan's bleeding hand.

Lin Muan stared at Yan Shiji expressionlessly and glanced at the long knife on his waist.

"Lend me the knife." Lin Mu'an clenched his palm again and said coldly.

"What do you want to do? Just let them come." Yan Shiji looked at Lin Muan and gently pulled Lin Muan's fingers apart to check the injury.

"I just want to do it myself, can't I?" Lin Muan let him watch and bargained.

"Yes, why not? Let me give you medicine first." Yan Shiji let go of Lin Muan's hand, took out the medicine from his pocket and prepared to apply it to Lin Muan.

"No." Lin Mu'an quickly withdrew his hand and looked at Yan Shiji stubbornly.

"Be obedient." Yan Shiji frowned slightly, tried his best to keep his voice from being cold, and sighed softly.

"I'm not a dog, why should I be obedient?" Lin Mu'an sneered, frowning.

"People must be obedient." Yan Shiji glanced at Shen Yiyang, who was still lying on the ground, and reached out to pull Lin Muan.

Lin Muan retreated and put his hands behind his back.

Yan Shiji stared at Lin Mu'an and was in a stalemate for a moment, then he had no choice but to follow Lin Mu'an's wishes and pull out the long knife and hand it to Lin Mu'an.

Lin Muan looked at Yan Shiji, stared at the long knife in his hand, and reached out to take it.

The handle of the long knife alone was thirty to forty centimeters long, and the length of the blade was about one hundred and fifty centimeters. It was a bit difficult for Lin Muan to hold it, but he could hold on.

The most edible thing for him is bitterness.

Besides, he still held the long knife with his injured hand.

Lin Muan glanced at Yan Shiji warily, and Yan Shiji took two steps back, indicating that he would not stop him.

Lin Mu'an glanced at Shen Yiyang and slashed Shen Yiyang's leg with a long knife. Shen Yiyang screamed in pain, but Lin Mu'an had no expression on his face and did not even frown.

The blood kept flowing, staining the area around Shen Yiyang red, but Lin Mu'an did not stop, cut off Shen Yiyang's hands, threw away the long knife, squatted down and stared at the screaming Shen Yiyang, staring at the place where he was bleeding.

Yan Shiji approached, intending to cover Lin Muan's eyes with his hands to prevent him from seeing the bloody scene.

Lin Mu'an turned around, stood up and gave Yan Shiji a slap on the chest.

Yan Shiji didn't expect Lin Mu'an to come so suddenly, and was knocked back a few steps.

"Stop the bleeding, poison the mute, and throw it into a beggar's den. Can you do that?" Lin Muan glanced at Yan Shiji's chest and saw that it was stained with his own blood, so he casually wiped the still bleeding palms on his body.

"Yes." Yan Shiji couldn't understand Lin Muan now, and suddenly felt that Lin Muan was very strange. The Lin Muan in front of him seemed not to be the Lin Muan he was familiar with.

"I will take care of my injury and treat it myself. You don't need to worry about it." Lin Mu'an glanced at Yan Shiji coldly and walked around him to go out.

Yan Shiji reached out and grabbed Lin Muan's arm, holding it tightly, not giving Lin Muan a chance to let go.

He had a premonition that he couldn't let go, otherwise he would lose Lin Muan.

Lin Mu'an turned aside calmly and stared at Yan Shiji.

"Do you love me?"

Yan Shiji was stunned, wondering why Lin Muan asked this question again, but he didn't know how to answer.

He stared at Lin Muan, wanting him not to leave.

His lips moved slightly, but he hesitated to speak.

"I'm just asking you. If you don't want to answer or don't know how to answer, don't answer. I'm going back." Lin Muan looked at Yan Shiji, stretched out his hand to touch Yan Shiji's hand, and took his hand away, coldly road.

"Come back with me. This place is far away from Chang Mansion. This is the outskirts of the city." Yan Shiji stared at Lin Muan and spoke a little fast, as if he was afraid that Lin Muan would walk back by himself.

"Okay." Lin Mu'an thought for a moment and gave a simple reply.

Yan Shiji didn't know what was wrong. Lin Mu'an became different, as if he was another person.

They came on horseback, without a sedan or a single horse.

Lin Muan was pulled onto the horse by Yan Shiji, but he did not resist.

Along the way, there was only the sound of the wind blowing by his ears. Lin Muan sat firmly, not being disturbed by Yan Shiji's deliberate bumping, and faced it calmly.

In the past, Lin Muan would definitely hide in Yan Shiji's arms, but not this time.

Yan Shiji was puzzled and didn't know how to speak until he reached the door of Chang's Mansion.

He dismounted first and prepared to take Lin Muan down, but Lin Muan did not need his help and got off by himself, his movements were very skillful.

Lin Mu'an didn't even spare much of his time for Yan Shiji, and went straight into Chang's Mansion.

The servants of the Chang Mansion were very concerned when they saw the blood on Lin Muan's body, and hurriedly called Chang Yiheng and Chang Songyi to come.

Chang Songyi and Chang Yiheng arrived soon, and Chang Songyi's hair bun became crooked in worry.

Lin Muan looked at Chang Songyi blankly and stared at his hands.

The doctor came before the two of them, checked Lin Muan's pulse, and made sure that Lin Muan had no other injuries. Except for the injury on his palm that needed medicine, everything else was healthy.

Chang Songyi went over and hugged Lin Muan. Lin Muan was stunned and hugged Chang Songyi carefully.

Yan Shiji stared at Lin Muan, really confused, but he was afraid that Lin Muan would ask him if he loved him, so he backed away. He didn't want to hurt Lin Muan.

But he didn't know that his evasive and unclear behavior was what hurt Lin Mu'an the most.

"Abao..." Chang Songyi hugged Lin Mu'an tightly and whispered.

Lin Mu'an responded and buried his face in Chang Songyi's arms.

"Mom, can you give me medicine for A Bao?" Chang Songyi was very concerned about the injury on Lin Muan's hand. She let go of Lin Muan, reached out and touched his face, and asked seriously.

Lin Muan didn't speak and nodded slightly.

Chang Songyi's eyes were red. She wiped off the dirt on Lin Muan's hands first. After wiping them clean, she took the ointment prepared by Jianjia and slowly and carefully applied the medicine to Lin Muan.

Yan Shiji watched the whole process without saying a word. The Lin Muan now looked like the Lin Muan he knew, but he felt that the Lin Muan in front of him was far away from him.

Chang Yiheng wanted to know what happened, but saw Yan Shiji staring at Lin Muan, so he had to ask Wuchuan next to Yan Shiji.

Lin Muan glanced at Yan Shiji and stared at Chang Songyi.

"Mother, I want to sleep." Lin Muan said coldly.

"Okay, after a while, Bao can go to bed after taking a bath." Chang Songyi gently blew on Lin Muan's palm, smiled slightly, and looked at Lin Muan.