The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 17 Whose Uncle?

Me, who am I?
Wan Yanjing opened her eyes, she was very sleepy, she had to forcefully open her eyes wide and prop up her eyelids.

She was kneeling on the ground, with long hair hanging down, her five fingers in front of her were slender but a little immature, and she was wearing an unfamiliar ocher red official uniform.

She looked up and saw an extremely tall and stalwart man with his hands behind his back at the top.

On the black cloak is a giant python embroidered with intricate gold thread, that giant python is lifelike and extremely lifelike.When she looked over, the giant python suddenly jumped out of the clothes, landed on the ground and turned into a huge monster and roared at her.

Wan Yanjing felt that she should be taken aback, but in fact, her heart was completely calm, and she could even describe the principle and subtleties of making the evil-proof python clothes in her mind.

It's nothing unusual, but it's just a deterrent that achieves a psychological suggestion through the specific frequency of the image.

But what is the specific frequency?What are psychological hints?
Why can't she remember, didn't she find someone to make this cloak for her uncle?
The man's face was hidden behind the ruby ​​and golden glazed crown, it was false and real, only a pair of deep and angry eyes pierced through the barrier to reach her heart.

"Huo Xiang!! You are so bold, do you think I dare not kill you? How can I keep you when you are so cunning at such a young age!"

Ah, my name is Huo Xiang, Wan Yanjing remembered her own name, and finally felt comfortable, but there seemed to be something wrong.

She was only at ease for a second, but her face changed in the next moment. Following the man's stern voice, an invisible force rushed towards her face. Wan Yanjing couldn't dodge it. Come out, splashing a flower of blood on the bluish-white ground.

The pain, the extreme pain, was unbearable. Wan Yanjing, who was already very sleepy, thought she was going to pass out, but for some reason she couldn't lose consciousness. Some kind of power made her stand there like a puppet and endure everything soberly. .

In the face of "uncle"'s anger and accusations, she heard her own childish voice, which trembled slightly, obviously suffering too much, but she was smiling.

"She" smiled and squeezed out a rhetorical question from between her blood-stained teeth:
"There are no outsiders, why does uncle pretend to be stupid again? Uncle handed Bai Ze to me, didn't he expect today? If you don't go ahead and get rid of aunt's natal family, you are afraid of gaining a reputation as a white-eyed wolf, okay, I Come on, let me make this blade of injustice. The cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackey is cooking, and it is indeed time for me to pay back the three hundred grievances of the Li family with my life, and give my aunt an explanation."

"Nonsense! When did I ever have that kind of thought!?" The furious man in the black crown and black robe yelled and swept the objects on the desk to the ground. An inkstone happened to fly over and hit Wan Yanjing's body. forehead.

Bright red blood melted into jet-black ink and flowed down his forehead, covering his eyes.

Everything in front of him was distorted into a black, red and red phantom, intertwined with bloody, borderless despair.

The world was noisy, it was the voice of countless souls, blood and tears flowed down, the heart seemed to be broken into pieces, and countless faces appeared on it.

The aunt caressed gently, the elder brother of the Li family held "her" hand and taught "her" to write, General Li carried "her" to the pony, and the cook of the Li family brought "her" freshly prepared flat food...

The fragments were turned over, it was my aunt who was pale and haggard all night long, and it was the eyes of Li's elder brother, General Li, Li's cook... the eyes of more than [-] members of Li's family.

Wan Yanjing heard herself laughing "hee hee", the laughter was ghostly and creepy, her heart was sore and painful, and her body was also in pain, but in comparison, the pain on her body was less than one ten-thousandth of the pain in her heart.

The Li family is loyal to the King of Wei. Do you not know who Li Shuming will choose between the King of Wei and your uncle?Li Shuming is not dead, next month will be your uncle's death.

If it weren't for me, how would uncle have the power he has today?How did you get to where you are now?

You can't kill me!I am the youngest martial arts genius and master of literature and art. I hold thousands of secret recipes, good materials for governing the country, and treasure keys. My future achievements are limitless!
You can't kill me!I am the descendant of Qingzhou, the closed disciple of the long-renowned Master Yao. I am your nephew, blood is thicker than water.

You can't kill me!Three hundred blood lives is not what I want... everything is a mistake of fate
Countless excuses and reasons were on the lips, each of which could calm down the irrational uncle.

But "she" didn't say a word.

"Uncle, kill me. It's a cheap life. I shouldn't have been born 14 years ago... Why don't you do it? Don't you dare?"

Wan Yanjing closed her eyes, it hurt so much!
But in the face of the fear of death, he didn't know where to hide.

Suddenly a sentence of proverbs was chanted repeatedly in my ears:
Wisdom enlightened, self-awareness and learning

Be respectful and polite, when the police reflect (1)

……

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, a door opened.

Wan Yanjing opened her eyes again, and saw her uncle's appearance clearly.

A man in his 30s, with a dignified body, a dignified appearance, and a knife-cut outline.With the handsomeness of a young general, he still has the gentleness and gentleness of a scholar.

At this time, the uncle's eyes were mixed with complex emotions in shock.Even if she was promoted, "she" would not be the opponent of the uncle, but the uncle did not make a move, maybe he had no killing intent from the beginning.

"A 14-year-old congenital martial artist must be the first one in thousands of years. Right or wrong, I shouldn't judge. You have your way, uncle has his way, Huo Xiang, let's do it for ourselves in the future Bar."

　(1) "Ancient and Modern Proverbs"

　　Today, the author endured the toothache after pulling out his teeth. Needless to say, both the protagonists have to vomit blood with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)