Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

She had treasured those picture books for several years and had never dared to keep them at home. She was unwilling to see them confiscated.

Nangong Xiulan snorted, "Naturally, they will all be destroyed."

"You..." Yao Jia's face changed.

Nangong Xiulan said expressionlessly: "These books are obscene. Keeping them is of no use to you. Instead, they will always tempt people to break their rules. Destroying them is the best outcome."

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Lin Ruyi standing not far away, looking at Yao Jia with a gloating expression.

"Junior Brother Lin has disrupted the class without reason. Please go to the Punishment Building to receive your punishment."

"Ah?" Lin Ruyi was stunned.

Yao Jia smiled, "Birds of a feather flock together. I wish you good luck!" She did not forget to make a face at him before leaving.

After all this trouble, when Yao Jia arrived at the cafeteria, the only few noodles left were all her least favorite ones.

Now that she had no money to spend, and Nangong Xiu Lan wouldn't let anyone cook for her, Yao Jia went around and only got half a bowl of mutton sauce and a steamed bun.

Yao Jia grew up in Jiangnan and has a particular fondness for rice, especially the golden rice, which is so crystal clear after being steamed that she can eat two bowls of rice without cooking.

But she really had no appetite for noodles. Yao Jia ate the steamed buns, carefully picked out the mutton sauce and vegetables, and then got up and left.

According to Nangong Xiulan's rules, she couldn't delegate the task to others. After leaving the dining hall, she headed directly to the library.

The charcoal stove in the library was burning brightly and it was warm. As soon as Yao Jia walked in, her whole body was warmed up instantly.

There were several piles of books at the innermost part. Yao Jia had to clean the empty bookshelf and put the books in order and place them in their corresponding positions.

"It's all because of that Lin Ruyi. Why don't you just stop calling me Ruyi and change my name to Lin Gou? He will only bite me."

The library had never been cleaned up, so the disciples who made mistakes were asked to do the hard labor. Yao Jia was a frequent visitor here.

Looking at the mountain of books, Yao Jia's heart trembled. It was estimated that no one had broken the rules in the past three or four months, so it would take an eternity to finish them.

"What bastard came up with this way to punish someone?"

After saying that, Yao Jia immediately covered her mouth. Isn't that her ancestor? She bowed to the air.

"My dear granddaughter, please do not blame me for speaking without restraint..."

After wiping several layers of bookshelves, Yao Jia shook her sore wrists and greeted Nangong Xiu Lan in her heart, but then she thought, he didn't set a limit on how much work she had to do every day, so she might as well be lazy for a while and live a muddled life.

Yao Jia was immediately delighted. She threw the rag aside, moved a few books to the ground, and made a bed for herself.

Lying on it, squinting my eyes, I feel extremely comfortable.

If we talk about enjoying life, Yao Jia is at the top of the list. He yawned and fell asleep unknowingly.

Seeing that she didn't eat much at lunch, Nangong Xiu Lan asked Lin Jiang to buy some of her favorite food and go find her.

I couldn't find her for a moment. After walking around for a long time, I finally found her sleeping figure behind a pile of books that formed a wall.

The girl curled up on a thick bed, with her hands folded and bent on one side, like a docile kitten, well-behaved and cute.

Somewhere in his heart began to soften, and he took off his white Taoist robe and covered Yao Jia with it.

Looking back, he saw the rag that Yaojia had thrown away on the ground. He reached out to pick it up, walked to the basin, wet the rag, and wiped the bookshelf beside him. After that, he sorted the books beside Yaojia one by one and placed them on the bookshelf according to their categories.

Yao Jia, who was soundly asleep, suddenly uttered a few words in a daze, "San Lang."

Although the words were spoken lightly, they sounded particularly loud in the empty and silent room, like a thunderclap striking Nangong Xiu Lan's heart.

With a crash, all the books in his hands fell to the ground.

The sleeping girl was suddenly awakened, opened her sleepy eyes, and looked through the gap in the wall of books towards the source of the sound.

Mu Di was startled, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

Nangong Xiu Lan didn't say anything. He stood quietly behind the layers of books. After a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Yao Jia in the gap. With sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, he spoke coldly.

"I asked you to clean the library, but you're slacking off here?!"

Yao Jia's heart trembled at what he said, and she hurriedly prepared to stand up. Perhaps because she moved too big, she accidentally bumped into the wall of books.

Under the impact of external force, the wall of books, which was not so solid to begin with, collapsed inward like a pair of Kuromi cards, and all pressed towards Yao Jia.

The mountains of books pressed against Yao Jia's body, and she felt as if she was swallowed by the lake. Her ears were buzzing, her breathing was disordered, and she was unable to breathe as if she was drowning.

She wanted to struggle, but the thick book nailed her to the ground, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe. The strong feeling of suffocation and the fear of death instantly pulled her back to that snowy night.

She held her throat, struggling to take in the freezing cold oxygen, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

He has such a gentle appearance, and his eyes and eyebrows are 50% similar to Le Wuyou, but why does he look so scary now, like a ghost, making people shudder.

"Why...why...why is it you..."

Yao Jia treated Sanlang well, dismissed all the other male favorites around her for him, and even didn't look for Nangong Xiulan, why would the person who betrayed her in the end be the one who betrayed her? He was just lingering with her and promised to be each other's true love, but in the blink of an eye, he poisoned her?

Yaojia struggled and crawled towards the door, but Sanlang grabbed the hem of her clothes and pulled her back little by little.

Blood began to come out of his mouth, bright red, flowing down the corners of his lips and onto his delicate chin.

His dark eyes were filled with sadness and reluctance. He wiped the blood that kept oozing out of Yao Jia's mouth, cried, and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, Yao Yao, I'm sorry... I will stay with you..."

No, Yao Jia didn't want this vile snake to accompany her. She wanted Xiu Lan, the husband who had been entangled with her for more than ten years; the husband who no longer wanted her after touching her; the husband who always scolded her for being unambitious, arrogant, lustful, and shameless.

But Sanlang held Yaojia tightly in his arms, put his face close to hers, and comforted her softly, "Yaoyao, don't be cold. I will accompany you. I will accompany you to the ends of the earth and the underworld. I will warm your body and you won't be cold anymore... Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid..."

Yao Jia: “…”

I'd rather die.

The pressure on my body gradually eased and the calls in my ears began to become clearer.

"Yaoyao... wake up quickly... Yaoyao..."

Nangong Xiu Lan carried the unconscious Yao Jia to an open space and began to give her breathing mouth-to-mouth.

Nangong Xiu Lan kept shaking Yao Jia and transferring his internal energy to her chest, but no matter how much he transferred, the internal energy seemed to dissipate without a trace as if it was thrown into the sea.

The scene seemed familiar, and it made his heart beat faster.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

Why doesn't she have any internal energy in her body? What is going on?

Perhaps it was a disaster that had been lingering for thousands of years, but Yao Jia on the ground somehow took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

When he saw clearly the face of the person lying in front of him, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard.

"Didn't you leave? Why did you come back to see me?!"

Nangong Xiulan was completely stunned, "..."

After shouting this angrily, Yao Jia realized that something was wrong.

I looked around and found that I was in the library, and my thoughts gradually came back to me.

His body was stiff as he looked at the red slap mark on Nangong Xiu Lan's face.

Damn it, how did I touch the tiger's butt again?

Yao Jia lowered her head, not daring to look at Nangong Xiu Lan's face again. She had used all her strength in that slap just now.