Restart the Disaster of Another World

Jing Yao came outside the village and used his supernatural powers to check. Sure enough, he saw several familiar birds. He blew a special whistle and soon flew in the sky. All the birds resting in the woods flew in front of him.

Looking at these lively birds, he moved his hands lightly, and countless vines suddenly appeared, passing through the birds' bodies and dyeing their feathers red. The wings that were originally flapping in the air slowly drooped down and quietly lay on the vines.

There was no expression on Jing Yao's face. He collected all the vines into the space, made sure that nothing was left there, not even a drop of blood, and quickly rushed towards the city.

Along the way, he kept whistling, attracting countless birds to fly behind him. When they lowered their altitude, he would grow vines and tie up some of the birds, while others he would give orders to release back into the mountains.

When he arrived at the city gate, it was already closed and there were occasional soldiers patrolling on the gate. He did not enter the city, but continued to move north. Every once in a while, he released a bird in the deserted mountains and forests. He would not stop until he had released all the birds, and then he would quickly return home.

When the sky was turning pale, the people in Wenjiabao woke up one after another and started a busy day. Those who worked in the factory rushed to the factory after having breakfast at home. If they met people who worked in the same factory on the way, they would go together in twos and threes.

There are also some people who do not work but get up earlier than them, they are the people picking vegetables in the fields. The vegetables in the fields are now ripe. Cao's Restaurant not only did not reduce the orders, but increased the order volume, asking the villagers to pick as much as they can every day.

The people in the village were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling. So were the families who grew vegetables. The whole family would go to the fields to pick vegetables before dawn, and arrange them neatly, waiting for the waiter from the restaurant to come and weigh them and take them away. The money they could earn in a day was more than those working in factories.

Those who work in factories and those who work in the fields all think that the other's job is good, but if you ask them to change, they are unwilling to do so. In short, everyone is extremely satisfied with their current job.

When Jing Yao walked into the yard, Wen Yu was standing in the yard washing up. He looked at Jing Yao coming in from outside and asked in confusion, "Where have you been?"

Jing Yao waved the object in his hand in front of him and said, "Hunting."

Wen Yu was speechless. He didn't know how to catch other things, such as pheasants, hares, etc. Those small and exquisite birds were plucked and boned, and there might not be much meat left. He suspected that Jing Yao had not hunted for too long and was no longer accustomed to it.

Standing at the window, the man who came back with Wen Yu last night looked at the bird in his hand. I don't know what he thought of, and his face suddenly turned bad.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise beside the window of the guest room. The man's already tense nerves seemed to be pricked by someone, and he immediately jumped out of the window and attacked the intruder.

Before Wen Yu could see his movements clearly and didn't understand what was happening, Jing Yao had already rushed over to protect the person he attacked, and punched him back to stop his movement. Seeing that Jing Yao's skills were so good, the man's pupils shrank and he attacked Jing Yao again. Jing Yao pushed the person in his arms back and met his attack.

Wen Yu then saw who the person was and quickly walked over to check, "Qun Qun, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Wen Qun shook his head and said worriedly, "I'm fine. Who is this man, brother, and why is he in A Yao's house?"

Wen Yu didn't understand why the two of them started fighting, and the fight got more and more fierce: "Ayao, you, stop fighting."

Wen Yu felt a little helpless. He seemed to have forgotten to ask the man's name.

The two men in the yard didn't listen to him. Instead, the fight became more and more fierce. However, it was obvious that Jing Yao was pinning the man down and beating him.

Jing Yao did not lose the upper hand. He had two superpowers. His body looked like an ordinary person, but his physical strength was unimaginable for ordinary people. He did not kill this man. On the contrary, he tried his best to fight him against him, wanting to see the martial arts of this world.

"Ayao, be careful." Wen Qun was watching from the side and was very worried.

The two men were about to fight out of the courtyard gate, but Jing Yao raised his leg and kicked the man who was rushing towards him back into the courtyard and knocked him against the wall.

The man wanted to get up and continue fighting, but a weak voice came: "An Yi, stop."

The man who just seemed to be risking his life stopped his actions, climbed in through the customer service window, and knelt in front of the man beside the bed: "I failed to protect you properly and let you get seriously injured. Please punish me, master."

Wen Yu also heard the voice, and without caring about anything else, he hurried over, opened the door and came to the room. Looking at the weak person sitting on the bed, he asked with concern; "Mao Guan, how are you?"

"Thank you Qinglan for your concern, I'm fine." The man was very handsome, and he looked weak when he smiled, giving off a bit of the feeling of a sick beauty.

"Still laughing? I see you haven't learned your lesson from the pain of intoxication." Wen Yu looked at the wound caused by excessive force that had split open again, staining his clothes red, and his face suddenly turned dark.

The man shook unconsciously, covered himself with the quilt, looked at An Yi and changed the subject: "Why did you attack the master?"

An Yi lowered his head even lower. "I saw that young master holding the Soul Locking Pavilion's hornbill in his hand, so I acted in a hurry and almost hurt someone. Please punish me, Master."

"Hehe, now you think of the hornbill in the Soul Locking Pavilion. Then what's the point of your escape? You don't even have that much vigilance. It's a miracle that you're still alive." Jing Yao leaned against the door, crossed his arms and looked at the people in the room sarcastically.

Wen Yu seemed to have thought of something, and said in a hoarse voice: "There has been a tail following us, and they followed us into the village."

Wen Yu couldn't imagine what the killer would do if he found Wenjiabao to silence the witnesses. He thought he had been very careful, but he didn't expect that everything was under the control of the enemy.

"It was my fault for overlooking this point." An Yi lowered his head even more.

Wen Yu didn't know what to say. He knew that the injuries An Yi suffered in his attempt to escape were no less serious than those of his master, and might even be more serious. It was understandable that he couldn't take care of the whole thing. What he couldn't forgive was himself for bringing disaster to the village.

Wen Qun walked in and listened for a while. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but he felt that the atmosphere in the yard was weird. He didn't know why his eldest brother was suddenly unhappy. He pulled Jing Yao's hand that was wrapped around his chest; "Ayao."

Jing Yao stopped releasing his cold air and pulled Wen Qun up and down to check: "Qun Qun, are you okay?"

Wen Qun shook his head, "I'm fine."

Just now when An Yi rushed over, he was indeed startled, but it felt like when you were walking on the road and someone suddenly appeared at you and yelled at you, and then asked if you were scared. If you were a little more alert, you wouldn't be scared. He just didn't expect someone to appear there.

"That's good." Jing Yao hugged Wen Qun, let him go, and said to Wen Yu: "Brother, I have dealt with those tails last night. They will not come to us in the short term. Let your friend rest and recover."

Wen Yu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Thank you, Ayao."

Jing Yao waved his hand, indicating that you're welcome, and asked, "Big brother, do you want salty or sweet breakfast?"

Wen Yu answered subconsciously: "Sweet."

After getting the answer, Jing Yao took Wen Qun to the kitchen. After working all night without a break, Jing Yao was now sleepy and hungry.

After Wen Yu answered, he felt a little annoyed. Why did he say it in front of Mao Guan?

The person leaning on the bed listened to their conversation and said with a smile: "Qinglan, your taste has not changed after all these years."

Wen Yu shook his head, "You haven't changed either."

Hearing his words, the man laughed even more happily: "Haha, yes, we haven't changed, that's great."

Wen Yu heard his laughter and frowned, "Alright, have a good rest and stop talking. Watch out, I'll give you another phantom intoxication. An Yi, get up and go to the kitchen to get some water to wipe your master."

An Yi raised his head and looked at the person lying on the bed, asking, "Go."

After receiving the order, An Yi stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The two were cooking in the kitchen, Jing Yao was in charge of lighting the fire, while Wen Qun was washing rice and making porridge. Although they didn't know who that person was, since that person was brought by his brother and lived in Jing Yao's house, as the host, of course they had to treat him well.

"Ayao, what do you want to eat?" Wen Qun asked.

"Just cook some noodles, that's quick. I also have to cook dumplings for my brother." Jing Yao said while yawning.

"Okay." Wen Qun nodded and agreed.

While the two were busy, a man suddenly walked in and knelt in front of them without saying a word. Wen Qun, who was sitting below, was startled and dropped all the noodles.

Jing Yao was speechless, "What are you doing!"

"An Yi almost hurt the young master just now. Please punish him."

"It's okay, I just scared you suddenly." Wen Qun didn't care.

"Okay, we are not your masters, so don't kneel down at every turn." Jing Yao was very angry just now and was afraid that he would hurt Wen Qun, so he didn't blame him anymore. He also knew that for professionally trained secret guards like them, the first responsibility is to protect their masters.

"Yes."

"Watch carefully next time. The people in the village are all ordinary people who don't know martial arts. If you dare to hurt anyone again, I will make you pay." Jing Yao originally wanted to say something harsh, but since Wen Qun was next to him, he could only speak implicitly.

"Subordinates, please keep this in mind."

"Okay, go get a bowl." Jing Yao pointed to a cabinet next to him and asked him to go over.

An Yi obediently walked over, opened the cabinet door, took out a bowl and walked over.

All the bowls in Jing Yao's house are large bowls, mainly because he has a big appetite and can finish a small bowl in just a few bites. It is very troublesome to add rice frequently, so they simply prepare large bowls for all the dishes and serve them on plates. The only small bowl is exclusive to Wen Qun.

Jing Yao took it and walked to the condiment table and asked, "What don't you want to eat?"

An Yi was puzzled, but still answered: "No taboos."

Jing Yao nodded and asked again: "Do you want to eat dogwood?"

"eat."

Jing Yao quickly started to prepare the seasonings. After adding them all, he handed the bowl to Wen Qun.

Wen Qun and Jing Yao picked up the noodles they wanted to eat. There was still more than half of them in the pot. Wen Qun smiled and picked up a full bowl, clearing the pot clean.

Jing Yao handed him the bowl; "Eat it first, or it will get clumpy later."

Wen Qun cleaned the pot skillfully, then added water to make dumplings for Wen Yu.

An Yi returned to the guest room in a daze, carrying a bowl of noodles. Seeing his appearance, the other two people fell silent. Wen Yu knew that Jing Yao was no longer angry, and Mao Guan thought that Jing Yao was an interesting person.

"I'll go to the kitchen and take a look. You eat first, otherwise the noodles will get clumped together." After saying that, Wen Yu walked out of the room.

Seeing Wen Yu leave, An Yi lowered his head and whispered, "Master, that young master is not an ordinary person. He has a murderous aura and is a decisive person."

Xuanyuan Ting was stunned, but then he changed his mind and said, "Don't act rashly. I saw it this morning. You can't beat him. Since Qinglan brought us here, he must be someone we can trust. If he is stronger, we will be safer."

"Yes, master."

Xuanyuan Ting, who was being watched by him, smelled the tempting aroma of noodles and said, "You eat first!"

An Yi hid in a corner and began to eat heartily. He had been traveling for several days without even taking a break, so he naturally didn't eat properly. The ingredients prepared by Jing Yao were delicious and the noodles were chewy. An Yi was very satisfied with the meal, but the noodles were too spicy and he was sweating profusely while eating.

When Wen Yu walked into the kitchen, he saw two people eating noodles. The small dumplings made for him were rolling in the pot. Hearing the sound, they both looked up at him.