Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

"You like to eat with your hands. This dirty thing will pollute the food." Shangyin takes Xi Ying's hand and stands up.

"Come on, let's wash our hands, wash them clean, and eat again."

Xi Ying stood up obediently and walked with Shangyin.

Shang Yin walks in front, his face slightly stained with a thin layer of powder.

No one else could detect his abnormality except that he could feel the burning cheek himself.

What made him react like this was that he was holding Xi Ying's wrist.

From that place, it was as if there was a flame burning straight into Shangyin's blood, heart and face.

But Xi Ying did not feel at all.

What's wrong with a wrist?

In her heart, the most important thing is to wash her hands and come back to eat drumsticks.

Although for her, killing is equivalent to another way to eat, but killing is also very tired, OK.

Eating is her best way to relax.

Shangyin takes Xi Ying to the washing table.

All the way, Xi Ying didn't see any servants.

In the past, when she came out of her room to the washstand, there would be at least a row of maids.

"Why is there no one?" Xi Ying also asked what she thought.

"It's too much, it's boring." Shangyin turns on the tap and washes Xi Ying's palm.

In fact, he didn't want those people to disturb his time with Xi Ying alone.

When the water glides over Xi Ying's white tender palm, Shangyin looks at her nervously.

Shangyin is afraid that Xi Ying will take her hand out, and he is afraid that Xi Ying will not let him wash her hands for her.

In Shangyin's opinion, washing hands is more personal.

After all, it takes so long to make a blind date, and you have to wash it slowly.

Of course, he wanted to have close contact with Xi Ying for fear that she would refuse.

Therefore, when he saw that Xi Ying had no expression, he was relieved.

Xi Ying thought very simply.

If someone washes his hands, he doesn't have to wash them. What a relaxing thing.

How could she refuse?

Shangyin helped Xi Ying wash his hands as carefully as possible, which took longer than usual.

When Xi Ying grew up, she began to think.

"Shangyin, do you think killing people is hateful?" Xi Ying frowned and asked in a very lovely way.

"Did you hear anything outside?" Shang Yin's mind separated from the foam palm.

"You don't have to worry about what others say. You can do whatever you want. I will support you behind you, right or wrong."

Shangyin's words touched Xi Ying for a moment.

However, this move flashed so fast that even Xi Ying didn't understand why she was moved.

"Well, if one day I want to kill everyone?" Xi Ying thought for a moment and continued to ask.

"Even if you want to destroy the world, I won't frown." Shang Yin rinsed the palm of Xi Ying with water.

Hearing this, Xi Ying's eyes are confused.

"Do you mean to destroy the world?" Her voice was faint and distant.

"If you want to do it, why not?" Shang Yin looked at Xi Ying and said with a smile, "OK, let's go to dinner."

Xi Ying is dragged by Shangyin stupidly.

Her ears echoed what Shangyin had just said.

What do you want to do?

But why does she seem to have a voice in her head?