Getting stronger starts with owning the system

"Hmph, this trash really regards himself as the master of this house!" Wang looked at the messy hall with anger due to the conflict just now, his apricot eyes widened and his brows frowned. Hugh, whether it is the title deed of this house or the deed of Jinxiulou, the name of the old lady is written on it. I see what benefit you can get!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got, Wang simply left from the backyard hall, leaving a group of servants and maids to clean up, and he turned a corridor to the residence of his precious son.

"Hey, it's only two hours later, Zhen'er just turned off the lights and rested?" Wang looked at the dim, candlelit courtyard before him.

Because Jia Si is really afraid of the dark, even when he falls asleep, he will light the shofar lamp for a night, so nowadays, a large area of ​​black is really unusual.

She walked slowly, came to the front of the bedroom, pushed gently, and suddenly found that the door was open.

Wang rolled his eyes and slammed the door open, and the cold autumn mood also poured in, echoing in the house, there was a whirring sound, and a bloody smell drifted out.

"Really?"

Wang tilted his upper body, craned his neck, and peeked into it.

On the bed, there seemed to be a chunky shadow standing with his back facing Wang, motionless.

"Jin'er, it turns out that you are here, why don't you light up the light?" When Wang saw Aiko's figure, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and stepped in.

"Snapped!"

The moment Wang happened to walk into the bedroom, an evil wind blew over and closed the door.

Wang's eyebrows twitched, as if foreseeing something, he turned around subconsciously to open the door, but found that he couldn't open the soft door no matter how hard he tried.

It is as heavy as iron and as heavy as a mountain, just like a strong man shutting the door firmly, preventing Wang from coming out easily.

"Really?"

Wang's tone became a little hurried, and she called her son in panic and horror, hoping to get some kind of response to calm her anxious heartbeat.

"……mother……"

The familiar voice sounded as she wished, but his voice was a bit jerky, mechanical, hoarse and rigid.

"……I'm good……"

At the same time, the young man with his back to the woman slowly turned his head, but it was strange, but his neck was moving, but the body below the neck did not respond, as if his head had separated from his body.

"...It hurts..."

When the last words fell, the boy's neck finally stopped turning, his pale and humane face was facing Wang directly, but his back was facing away under his neck.

"what--!"

Wang was so frightened that Hua Rong was eclipsed, and just as she was about to scream in her throat, she stopped abruptly.

Because a black sword light passed.

With a pop, a shallow line appeared on Wang's neck. Along this line, viscous and sweet blood oozes continuously, and the bedroom is red in an instant.

"Too noisy."

A monotonous and stereotyped voice sounded in the room, without a trace of ups and downs that a person should have, and seemed to have no emotion.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the twisted pupils in the darkness.

He was holding the saber tightly in his bleeding hand, half of his body was wounded, but he trembled with excitement, evoking a grim and crazy smile.

"The light... is too bright."

With a wave of his hand, he heard only the sound of a sword, and the lightning of death broke through the window, leaving a trace of thick black fog. In an instant, all the lights in Jia's house were extinguished.

Darkness fell.

Huhu.

The night got deeper, and the cold wind became more bitter.

Under the vermilion lacquer gate, the bright lantern with the word Jia was also blown out by the wind and dimmed.

Sunny day.

A moist breeze blew across his cheeks.

Yun Fan opened his eyes, and he saw a comfortable and warm bedding on his body.

The window was open, and a blue sky was included in this small space. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him blankly.

The sun is just right.

He could still feel the intense pain in his body, and he couldn't help but smashed his teeth, but he could not find any obvious scars, including the big hole in his memory that was pierced by Huo Xuanlang's flying sword.

"What a mysterious technique." Yun Fan thought of Mu Cangxun's action. This is the only possibility now.

Suddenly there was a noisy sound from downstairs, and he listened carefully.

He walked suspiciously to the entrance of the corridor, holding the railing and looking down at the lobby on the first floor, only to see a bunch of people carrying brand-new tables, chairs and wine cabinets into the inn.

I don't know if it is Li Weirou or Yang Shuxue's girl standing aside and directing them to set up the inn.

"Move the wine cooler here a bit, and the vacant position is just right for hanging some landscape paintings."

"Thank you to put the table here, it will make the space a bit bigger if it is horizontal."

"Well, that's it, no need to move."

The girl was in high spirits and said happily, with a pair of sweet dimples at the corners of her mouth.

Seeing this pair of shallow Liwo, Yun Fan saw through the identity of a girl, Yang Shuxue would laugh, but Liwo's sweetness and softness that pierced people's hearts, she did not have her arrogant cheeks.

"Madam boss, I've done everything as you ordered, please sign a name on this single so that we can take the receipt away for business." said the carpenter's apprentice who works as a laborer.

"I...I'm not the boss's wife." Li Weirou touched her cheek embarrassedly, and muttered in an imperceptible tone, but she still accepted the list and the writing brush and signed Yun Fan's name.

Before the apprentices left, they sincerely praised the delicious taste of the inn’s egg fried rice, which made people linger.

Although expensive is really expensive, starting with at least one hundred wen per plate, but I also think it is worth the money. By the way, I asked when the inn will reopen, and I will definitely be the first batch to visit.

After they left, Li Weirou looked at the brand-new inn and happily turned a little circle.

She was flying up in a goose yellow tunic, and the skirt danced into a beautiful circle.

Yun Fan looked at this little girl's posture. He smiled slightly, in a happy mood, and said, "Isn't my head dizzy after turning for so long?"

Li Weirou stopped, shaking her body from side to side, and she was a little unsteady. She cast a surprised look at the entrance of the corridor, "Afan, you are awake."

"Well, just woke up."

Yun Fan walked down the stairs and looked at the shiny, neatly arranged furniture, thinking that he could finally start a business.

He rubbed his hands in excitement, and the corners of his mouth evoked the trademark smile of a profiteer.

As if seeing the dazzling golden and silver mountains, beckoning to him.

"Afan, you were still asleep when you delivered the custom-made furniture from the carpenter. I don't want to wake you up, so I'm good at advocating." Li Weirou spit out her little pink tongue.

He waved his hand, not caring about this little thing.

"Do you feel uncomfortable in your body?" Although the soul that controls the body is Li Weirou, the trauma and pain are shared by both.

"No." The girl shook her head, her eyebrows showed a worried look, "Afan, you and Shu Xue and others desperately didn't tell me, or the uncle in the morning told me about you last night, I just know That dangerous thing happened."