She turned bad

Chapter 193

Hearing her cry, he was full of confusion, and quickly changed the version to explain:
"Maybe you in ancient times didn't die, and you were passed over by the modern original host. Isn't the original host very smart? Maybe you have brought your father to live a good life."

"Really?" Tang Yiling cried for a long time. Hearing that her ancient body was replaced by time travel, she felt credible again. Maybe it was really the original host who traveled back in time. The original host is so filial, he will definitely take care of her father life and death.

"However, the original host is the eldest lady. She has never had to worry about eating, drinking and clothing since she was a child. How can she take care of my father? It would be fine if she didn't need my father to take care of her." Tang Yiling continued to lie in his arms as she spoke. suffering.

Yan Chengmo continued to expand his image and said: "No, the original host will use her modern knowledge to lead the nearby villagers to reform, and they will definitely become rich together. Don't worry, you don't care about her parents, she will naturally I'll take care of your father too."

"Yes, my father still has a certain reputation in the local area, and the villagers will believe what he says." Tang Yiling said while wiping away tears.

Yan Chengmo couldn't laugh or cry when he saw her crying. He helped her wipe her nose with a tissue, which made her smile embarrassedly.

"Isn't there any way of heating in ancient times? Isn't there a fire?"

"Well, I have a Mrs. Tang, and my father also has one. It can warm the bed at night." Tang Yiling said while wiping her nose, thinking that she hadn't died in ancient times, and she was resurrected with full blood.

Yan Chengmo slowly started the car: "It's reversed, and you have the ability. Accept the fact, since you can't go back, why don't you stay here, get married, have children, start a family, and start a business, don't waste the original host. thoughts."

"Yeah." Tang Yiling nodded and thought about it, then shook his head again: "Hurry up and drive to the art village, don't be so dark that you won't be able to see the handicrafts clearly."

The two were flirting and flirting on the road on the outer ring road, and the car slowly approached the direction of Minghu Village, which is the art village that people say.

"Turn to the right, the one ahead is probably Minghu Village." Tang Yiling looked at the location on the phone and said, Yan Cheng was silent, but he was already very eager to reach the Art Village in his heart.

"Why did you gamble at the intersection?" Tang Yiling saw that the intersection was blocked from a distance, and it was still blocking the intersection on the right.

"Can you get there by turning left?" Tang Yiling asked again. Yan Chengmo stopped the car and put on the handbrake. He lowered his head and picked up the phone to search for the route on the map...
There is a wasteland on both sides of the black car, and a village with white houses can be seen not far from the wasteland.

"Yes, turn left and you'll be there." Yan Chengmo started the car and turned left.

Tang Yiling's head was still stretched out to look at the mud and wooden strips blocked outside the car window: "Why does it feel like the road is blocked on purpose? The road ahead is obviously clear, why is it blocked and not allowed to go?"

strange!
The black car gradually drove into the trail on the left and circled the mountain forest. As long as it went around the mountain forest, it could enter the trail of the village.

Soon we arrived at the trail in the village, but the road was so small that cars couldn't get in at all.

"What should I do? Is there a garage here?" Tang Yiling looked around the wasteland, which was sparsely populated, and she immediately got goosebumps.

"It's okay, just park the car on the wasteland." Yan Chengmo parked the car on the edge of the wasteland without occupying the path, and then the two of them put on thick cotton clothes and got out of the car together.

The black leather jacket Tang Yiling was wearing was obviously very warm, but he kept yawning.

Yan Chengmo put the car keys in his trouser pocket, and stamped his numb feet.

"Let's go." Tang Yiling said, the black Martin boots under her feet stepped on the mud, the soil was a little soft, and it was dented by the step.

But she was able to walk along Yan Chengmo's arm, and Yan Chengmo couldn't help but smile when she took the initiative to hold her arm.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Yiling frowned and asked, she was frozen to death.

"We've only just started. This is just an old couple." After Yan Chengmo finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled up even higher.

"..." Tang Yiling rolled his eyes at him, "There are few people here, and it feels like there is not a single wire. The life of people here is basically similar to my ancient home. There are wastelands everywhere, no telephone poles, no wires. Those street lamps..."

As Tang Yiling spoke, Yan Chengmo looked at her frozen red nose, and couldn't help hugging her into his coat: "Come, hide in brother's arms."

Tang Yiling's cold cheeks instantly became hot...
"What?" Tang Yiling dodged, "Don't be rude."

"..." Yan Chengmo was left far behind by Tang Yiling, and he couldn't catch up with her even with his long legs.

Tang Yiling couldn't wait to get to the art village, and saw a black figure coming out ahead. Fortunately, some villagers came out, otherwise it would really feel like a dead village, completely dead silent.

She intends to go up and ask if this is Minghu Village Art Village, don't make a mistake after walking for so long, it is also wise to confirm in advance.

The black figure gradually approached, and she could see clearly, um, it was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wore a black hat with a woolen coat on his head, and a black scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of pupils that were as cold as coming out of a freezer.

Tang Yiling looked at the villagers whose pupils were so cold, she couldn't help but smiled and turned her head and said to Yan Chengmo: "The way the villagers wrap their scarves here is somewhat similar to the ancient times, they are all wrapped around a full circle, so that the neck is warm... ..."

The man in the black woolen coat put his hands in his pockets, gripping the cold knife handle...

Yan Chengmo looked at the man walking in front of Tang Yiling with a smile on his face. It was indeed a bit strange that he was wrapped in a scarf. He followed the man's woolen coat and looked at his legs. He stepped back and saw a pair of shiny black boots, or Prada's. Boots, the villagers here wear world famous brand shoes and clothes...

Yan Chengmo's smile disappeared, his forehead was raised, and his scalp was numb.But Tang Yiling was excitedly rushing towards the man in the woolen coat: "Hi, may I ask the way, um... is this an art village..."

Yan Chengmo rushed over with his long legs...

The man in the woolen coat only showed a pair of sharp and cold pupils, took out something with his left hand, and waved it towards Tang Yiling...

When Tang Yiling saw the gleaming knife, it was too late to back up.

The hand in the black woolen coat held a long sharp knife and slashed at Tang Yiling's right hand...
"Ah..." Tang Yiling yelled, and his right hand was thrown to the other side.

"Yan Chengmo." Tang Yiling yelled at Yan Chengmo who was blocking the knife, but the knife had already struck Chengcheng's left arm.

Yan Chengmo's black padded coat was cut to pieces. With Tang Yiling behind his back, he stared at the man in the black scarf: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"..."

The black man didn't do anything, he hesitated for a while back...
then······
The man in the black scarf still didn't stop, and swung the knife towards Tang Yiling again. Yan Chengmo went over and kicked Tang Yiling forcefully, and blocked the second time. The knife flew over and was tightly grasped by Yan Chengmo's left hand. , the white knife was held in Yan Chengmo's left hand, leaving a red liquid...

The opponent was kicked in the thigh, probably because he was in a higher grade, and the bones in his leg were not beaten, and he was beaten so painfully.

(End of this chapter)