Riding a motorcycle on the road of revenge

Xiaoyue in the space originally wanted to show her face and say hello to a few people before leaving. Looking at the young soldier's immature face, he was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, holding the spear in his hand tightly, and the veins on his palm were bulging.

Alas, forget it.

At this moment, she forgot that she was only fourteen years old in this body.

Xiaoyue used the space to teleport out of the city again. After leaving the city and walking a long way, she saw that there was no one around, so she quickly took out the motorcycle.

While it's still light, ride as long as you can.

Just after passing Qingniu Town, the sky was already turning pale. Xiaoyue didn't dare to ride the motorcycle anymore, so she had to take bus No. 11.

Fortunately, I have practiced Qinggong well.

Xiaoyue used Qinggong to travel while sighing about her hard work and study in the space, and also thanked the original owner.

After all, with the foundation that the original owner had learned and practiced, it would be much easier for her to learn.

It took Xiaoyue nearly an hour to return to Menghui Farm. She quietly slipped into the courtyard, took a shower and changed clothes in the space, and then took a comfortable nap.

The alarm rang at seven o'clock. Xiaoyue packed up and left the space, stretching her body in the yard. After a while, she heard someone coming. She opened the door and saw Aunt Zhen and Aunt Xia each carrying a food box.

Seeing that both of them had bloodshot eyes, Xiaoyue wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, she decided not to ask.

She hurried forward, snatched the food boxes from the two people's hands, and welcomed them in with a smile.

Under the grape trellis, Xiaoyue ate leisurely.

Ye Zhenzhen was at the side, hesitating to speak. Xiaoyue asked, "Aunt Zhen, what's the matter?"

"Young lady, are you going out like this?"

Have you forgotten what Xiaoyue looks like?

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhen."

Xiaoyue gave Ye Zhenzhen a reassuring smile and continued eating.

After dinner, Xiaoyue followed Aunt Xia out of the courtyard.

After walking for a while, they saw Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Jiang Xingzhou, and the other four people, with an ordinary carriage next to them. Li Chun and the others were also stunned when they saw Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, uncles, Xiaoyue didn't forget."

Li Chun nodded woodenly, handed Xiaoyue a bundle, and said: "This is Xiaoyue's bundle, everything is inside, just taken from the inn. The two sets of clothes inside were made overnight and then made into old ones by our family, and it's this fabric..."

Xiaoyue took the bundle, a soft touch crossed her heart, and she smiled: "Aunts are so thoughtful. I will work hard as soon as possible to make a lot of money and move to the town as soon as possible."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Li Chun drove off.

Xiaoyue and Li Chun said that they were changing clothes in the carriage and asked him to drive the car as usual.

After closing the car doors and windows, Xiaoyue took her bag and entered the space.

It takes more than an hour to get from Menghui Farm to Xiao Tiezhu's village, which is enough time for Xiaoyue to go through.

Halfway through the journey, Xiaoyue opened the door and called out "Manager Li". Li Chun, who was sitting on the shaft, turned around and looked, and almost dropped the whip in his hand.

Fortunately he knew everything, otherwise he would have thought he was seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

The person in front of him was no longer a young lady, but Xiaoyue who died in his inn.

"Xiao...Xiaoyue?"

"Manager Li, when can we get to my uncle's house?"

Except for the accent and voice, everything else is very similar.

"Young lady, you look so much like her."

"Manager Li, you are too kind."

Xiaoyue smiled mischievously, and Li Chun almost lost his soul.

If it were the young lady's face, she would look beautiful even when she was crying, let alone smiling.

As for the face in front of me, although it is actually very good-looking, it is now painted black and has a long scar, smiling at me... Besides, I am the one who died while looking at this face.

OMG!

Please spare my old bones!

I regret giving this idea to the young lady.

"Xiao... Miss... "

Xiaoyue heard that Li Chun's voice was trembling and his body was shaking slightly, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She closed the door, went back into the car and laughed.

It wasn't intentional, it really wasn't intentional. Even if she went out to explain and apologize, there was no guarantee that Li Chun wouldn't tremble.

The two had to talk through the car door.

"Chun Bo, I don't mean anything else, I just want you to see if I look like him."

"picture."

It's simply that Xiaoyue is not dead.

"What about the voice?"

"Sound...sound?"

Otherwise, stop pursuing any sound, this is enough.

Very good.

"How do I change my voice?"

"That... that voice of a thirty-year-old must be different from yours, young lady. A little rough, a little muffled. As for the accent?"

"Xiaoyue said her family is from the northwest, and her accent should be similar to that of Mocheng. It's normal for her to have changed a little bit since she came all the way to find her relatives. If the young lady intends to imitate and change her accent in the future, this accent shouldn't be a flaw."

"Shopkeeper Li is right."

Xiaoyue changed her voice and accent, trying to get the feel of it.

Li Chun was a little surprised. He didn't expect the young lady to be so good at imitating something she had never heard before.

He was lucky enough to recognize the young lady as his master, and his choice was absolutely correct.

The young lady is a very powerful person. This young lady is even better than the young lady.

Li Chun thought of what Jiang Xingzhou had told him about what happened in the capital a few days ago. Everyone thought that the young lady had met with an accident, but unexpectedly, she was unharmed and even more resolute than before.

Thinking about this, the fear I had just felt disappeared without a trace. I was in a good mood, with a smile on my face, the corners of my mouth turned up, and the whip in my hand was swung in the air.