Fast Travel: The Green Tea Villain's Sweetness Is Over the Table

"On the left..."

Jian Yuling, who was teleported to the system space, manually sent himself to the next plane.

That little guy hasn't come back yet.

Given that this guy Xitong had done outrageous things for the first time, Jian Yuling hesitated before teleporting to the next plane.

Thinking about that guy once or twice, he couldn't cheat a third time, Jian Yuling planned to give her another chance, so he firmly chose the left button.

……

[Have you read fairy tales?

You are the witch in all fairy tales.

However, your identity has been replaced by someone else.

Someone has taken advantage of your identity and messed up the story, and only by rescuing the affected characters can you regain your original identity. 】

Brief background memory, the silence is deafening.

Does this count as a set in a set?
She travels to various planes, why does this plane have unit stories, one after another?
At this time, Jian Yuling was wearing a complicated medieval dress, a top hat lowered his gaze, and his long wavy hair like seaweed was scattered behind him.

The chestnut hair mustache fell on the chest.

The turbulent career line is a non-negligible existence that Jian Yuling can feel without bowing his head.

She sat in front of the long table in silence; her hands in white rose gloves were gracefully folded on her lower abdomen.

In the dim environment, only the surrounding candles were lit, and the figures projected on the ground or on the wall swayed from time to time.

On both sides of the long table, four guests were sitting.

On Jian Yuling's left is a woman, and on his right are two men.

Their positions were spread out, and there were plates and goblets filled with red wine in front of each table.

On the long table, there are all kinds of desserts, European-style tableware, and candlesticks that light up the atmosphere. I don’t know where, and there is a faint scent of incense.

When the melodious cello sounded, the man on the right hand farthest from the main seat slapped the table hard.

The tableware on the table was shaken, making a crisp crashing sound.

All eyes were on him.

The man is a bit fat, gorgeous, with a red cloak tied around his neck, and the gems of various colors on his chest are shining brightly, and it is still difficult to conceal their brilliance under the dim candlelight.

His voice was a little low, mixed with anger and rage,

"Damn God! What did I do wrong?! I am a king, I have contributed so much to my people, why should I be betrayed?!"

Hearing this, Jian Yuling couldn't lift his spirits, and it was not surprising.

After all, the scene of being backstabbed by the people is not unprecedented in history.

The point is the king, what he wants to save.

However, the king's opening seemed to open the door for others to talk.

Immediately afterwards, a short-haired girl opposite the king had a crisp voice like a clear spring, or a yellow warbler in the forest in the early morning, with orchids in the empty valley, like water like a song.

Her tone was high and angry, and with the background music of the cello, it became more crisp and bright,
"I don't care about love! I just want my godmother to come back! She raised me and never did anything harmful!"

The broken hair swayed when she spoke excitedly, with a sense of ability.

Afterwards, the woman next to her was wearing a gorgeous court gown, a mid-aged woman, her charm was still there, but her face was full of hatred, fear and resentment, her voice was excited,
"What an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! If my two daughters hadn't had accidents, I would never treat her like my own!"

The young man who spoke last had a straight body, dressed like an upper-class aristocrat, with thin chains slanting down his shoulders, sapphires on his chest, a metal badge with some kind of totem, hanging on his chest, and silver tassels on his front collar.

On his head was a tall hat, which was slanted; it was trimmed with gold, inlaid with several precious stones, and a white feather was half hanging.

The young man's face was plain, he said little, but wrinkled his nose, his expression flashed with disgust for a moment, and then returned to calm,
"She is a savage and unreasonable bad woman!"

After finishing speaking, the table fell silent again.

Jian Yuling cleared his throat, "Everyone is predestined, but also has grievances. Gathering today is the luck of Xin Mingruoyue, and the luck of everyone..."

"Could you stop talking about it and get straight to the point, Mrs. Witch?"

The woman interrupted Jian Yu, chirping and wailing, her eyes mournful.

Why are you here?

Aren't they all poor people who have been trapped miserably, otherwise, who would appear in this dark cellar? This environment, she really can't bear it for a second!

Trying to finish the beginning of the original owner Xin Mingruoyue's small essay style long speech, Jian Yuling's red lips parted slightly, but she caught a glimpse of everyone looking sleepy, so she shut up.

"...Then let's get straight to the point. Now, who wants to go back first?"

"Ladies first!"

The young gentleman spoke.

The king, who was still eager to try and act first, also sat upright, and he also nodded, agreeing with the boy's words.

"Sister, let's go first, I'm not in a hurry."

The girl's crisp voice is very crisp.

The woman glanced at the girl's side face, "Honey, your mouth is so sweet!"

She is so old, how can she be called "sister" by a girl of sixteen or seventeen?
However, who doesn't like to hear good words.

Everyone waited for her to speak.

The music of the cello fits the scene, and the woman's voice is passionate, fluctuating with the rhythm,

"A few years ago, the divorce brought the second daughter to remarry, and the husband of the second marriage is a businessman;
The second-married husband has a daughter, and often does dirty work;
Since an accident, my dear child has left me forever..."

Speaking of her sadness, the woman lowered her eyebrows and wept, and wiped the corners of her eyes with silk.

Except that in the original story, the two stepsisters disappeared in an accident, everything else is basically the same.

What's different is that because of the loss of her own child, the stepmother's spiritual sustenance rests on this stepdaughter.

So the life of the stepdaughter is not difficult, and she is even quite happy and carefree.

But at the prince's party, the stepmother still tried her best to prevent her stepdaughter from going, but she just couldn't persuade her——

"Later, I was soft-hearted and asked someone to send a dress and crystal shoes to this stepdaughter, and then I heard that that lecherous and concubine prince became lustful and insisted on marrying that stepdaughter!

When the prince brought her dropped and lost glass slipper, I locked her up to protect my stepdaughter; never thought——

She still ran out, held me down forcibly, and put shoes on my feet!

my God!Why is it just right? !

Just like that, I was forcibly taken away!hatred! "

……

Bengdi didn't see the story of the explosion. After listening to it, Jian Yu didn't dare to think that it was the same as the original book. He didn't know where Beng went. It was simply a new story.

Jian Yuling went back in time and became Cinderella's stepmother.

The real stepmother was in the cellar, and the other three watched her situation through the magic of Shuiyue Jinghua.

At this time point, the stepmother's two daughters had an accident and had passed away a few months ago.

Although she could no longer accept her daughter's death, it was what it was.

In order to divert her sadness and brokenness, the stepmother at that time noticed that the daughter left by her husband's ex-wife was her stepdaughter.

Her stepdaughter has been silent and low since the first day she brought her two daughters into the family.

In the impression of the stepmother, the stepdaughter was always wearing dusty clothes, holding a broom, either sweeping the floor, or feeding chickens, ducks and geese in the backyard.