Cooking in the Monster Shelter

From Feitouman's mouth, Lin Yu learned more news on and off.

It turned out that Song Xiuyan's parents were married through family marriages, and they had no love for each other. His biological mother died prematurely, and his body is not as good as the day, and he can only rely on precious medicinal materials to continue his life. Of course, he was regarded as a dispensable burden by the Song family.

Rumor has it that this young master is surly and withdrawn, and there are few close people around him. He stayed in the house full of Chinese medicine all his life until he died of illness and died quietly without causing much fluctuation.

No wonder he cares so much about his new wife, perhaps for Song Xiuyan, that is the only person in the world who can have such a bond with him.

Concubine Lin remembered for no reason that when he left the room, he said aggrieved "You also want to abandon me", and sighed softly.

Compared with Song Xiuyan, Miss Ye's life seems to be bleak.

Her real name is "Ye Yi", and she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a well-known talented girl in the city, and she can't miss the sudden changes in her home. When his father sold his daughter for prosperity, Ye Yi was imprisoned in the Song's house overnight, and was eventually thrown into the well and died. He is still entrenched by the ancient well in the back garden.

"In fact, the master didn't want her to live at all." Feitouman said with a sneer. "Two dead people are the best match for the marriage of the dark, not to mention the Song family with such a big family business, there is an extra outsider. Fighting is always bad. Everyone knows that Miss Ye will definitely not survive the day of her wedding, and she did not expect that she would die before then."

The house where Ye Yi was detained happened to be built on the way to the well. Lin Yu was curious and looked inward very quickly.

Many faded pictures of people in the city were scattered on the ground, and streets, shops and pedestrians were depicted vividly. The painter's technique is delicate and soft, but his pen strokes are as cruel, making the overall picture look messy.

The carved wooden door panel is full of shocking nail scratches, bloodstains scattered around like stars, condensed into a series of shocking black spots. Just looking at it made people subconsciously hurt their fingertips, and a scene of Ye Yi trying to open the door faintly appeared in his mind.

The girl who originally had a bright and smooth path is waiting for her doomed death in this dark and cramped hut day by day.

Going through the path shaded by trees, you come to the back garden where the ancient well is located. Compared with the verdant house yard, it looks much dilapidated here.

Although it has entered summer, there is no greenery in the garden. The withered yellow grass and trees faintly gave birth to a bit of black after decay, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was no wind, and the air seemed to have stopped flowing and gathered in a dull mass.

In such an empty scene, it seems that even the heart is emptied unconsciously, and every space contains an undetectable crisis. The rich darkness is more turbulent than the tide, and it presses on the heart mercilessly.

A bright moon was still pouring in the sky, and the mist enveloped the mottled ancient well, and also reflected the girl sitting at the mouth of the well.

She lowered her head, so she couldn't see her face. The crimson-embroidered phoenix dress that lays on the ground outlines the girl's slender figure, with black waist-length hair pouring down, and a few strands of it lightly fall on the butterfly-shaped collarbone, forming a very beautiful color contrast with the bright moonlight.

Concubine Lin couldn't bear to disturb the scene, so he hesitated for a while before calling her name softly: "Ye Yi."

Ye Yi moved her fingertips slightly when she heard the words, and raised her head quickly.

She was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she had a gentle and weak appearance, and her gestures were full of elegance and grace. But the face of the eccentric girl was particularly cold, revealing a decidedly brutal murderous aura. There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, and she was gloomily pale, adding a bit of sordid yin to the whole person.

Concubine Lin looked into her eyes and stepped forward as usual: "Hello, my name is Concubine Lin."

The girl didn't move, her hollow eyes stared straight ahead. Then Ye Yi spoke in a deep voice, with a soft and sweet voice, but it was so strange that it was creepy: "Don't come."

She deserves to be a well-taught eldest lady, if it were other ghosts, she would have grinned and let her get away.

"Don't worry. I'm not malicious," Lin Yan's voice melted into the moonlight softly, "I just want to talk to you."

Seeing that she didn't mean to stop, Ye Yi's expression was stunned, and her fingertips lifted slightly.

Accompanied by the sound of the shaking of the branches and leaves, the surrounding dead trees and vines began to spread and grow rapidly, floating in the air as if they had consciousness, and slamming towards Lin Jia with lightning speed.

There were numerous tree vines and swift movements, but Lin Feng dodged her body dexterously to avoid the attacks again and again, taking advantage of the trend and drew the dagger from her waist. She was quick and swift, with a sharp sword, but the dagger drew a cold light in the air, enough to cut all the vines close to her.

Ye Yi sat by the well, staring at the scene in front of her in a daze.

Withered vines surged crazily from all around, but the strange outsider standing in the center of the storm was calm, the moon shadow and the light of the sword moved silently, illuminating her light and determined figure. In the dim night, among the ferocious and violent black vines, the slender figure is like a dancer among thorns, breaking through nearly a hundred years of silence and depression with a dagger.

Then he walked towards her without hesitation.

Concubine Lin approached step by step, and the girl beside the ancient well shuddered. She gritted her teeth and drew out a knife, leaning straight against the former's abdomen.

Concubine Lin did not hide, but quietly lowered her eyes, looking at the trembling arm of the person in front of her.

As expected, the tip of the knife did not sink into her abdomen after all. The vines before seemed menacing, but they weren't really lethal. Ye Yi didn't want to put her to death from the beginning, so naturally it was impossible to start cruelly at this time.

In the final analysis, Miss Ye Jia is just a girl who hasn't been involved in the world.

"The hand of a scholar is not for holding a knife."

Lin Yan held her hand, gently took the knife and threw it on the ground. With a sharp metal landing sound, Ye Yi pursed her lips and raised her head.

After she plunged into the well, she was deeply resentful, and her overly fierce and violent power was completely out of control, and she put everyone in the Song family to death overnight.

Ye Yi's mind is still sober, but many people in the Song family have turned into ghosts keen to kill because of their resentment. In order to prevent innocent human beings from suffering, she built this independent space with her own hands, imprisoning herself and other people in it, and the right to be a belated atonement.

Here, some people gritted their teeth and hated her, while others feared her shiveringly. The back garden became a forbidden place for no one to set foot on. Only occasional moonlight slipped in. This was the first time Ye Yi saw an outsider in a century.

She wanted to touch each other with great curiosity, but at the same time she remembered the betrayal and bullying she had experienced.

The more gentle Lin was, the more scared she felt, worried that the beautiful illusion would be completely shattered at a certain moment, just like her amiable father, just like those friends who kept saying that they would help her escape.

In this daze, a layer of soft heat suddenly enveloped his back, and the gentle thrust forced Ye Yi to lean forward and fell straight into an unfamiliar embrace.

According to the personal lessons of countless predecessors in the harem anime, faced with a miserable life experience and a darkened little pitiful in the later stage, rushing to escape or trying to fight back can only end up in a different place.

A real warrior, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood. In this case, the best way is not to flee in a hurry, but to use the unexpected nirvana—

Embrace, middle, hug, sister, kill.

Lin Yu covered the girl’s back with one hand, and stroked her long hair like black clouds with one hand, in a very low and light voice: "Betrayed to death by the most trusted person, and there was malice and betrayal everywhere around you... You must be very scared at the time. Right."

The warmth that hadn't been felt for a long time flowed from her forehead to her body, Ye Yi's eyes widened in shock, but her body seemed to lose strength, and she leaned motionless on her lower abdomen.

How can you not be afraid.

The housemaid who came and went to see her was full of contempt and mockery. She tried to ask other people for help, but she got more and more violent punches and kicks. What is even more unacceptable is that she will die shortly afterwards for a stranger she has never met, and marry him after death, which is absurd and ridiculous.

There are well-known secrets hidden in the huge house, and together with the dying girl, they are locked in a dark and damp hut.

"I saw your paintings. You must really want to go back to the outside world. You don't want to be trapped here-leave with me."

The girl in her arms stiffened when she heard the words, Lin Yan deepened her smile, and slowed down her voice and said in a deep voice, "I will take you to a brand new place. Without killing and deceiving, you can meet many new friends and do what you like. ,OK?"

This is an invitation that cannot be refused.

The heart that has been silent for a long time is like a long dry and dry well. Under the moonlight tonight, a drop of shining water suddenly falls in. Even if the hope is small and slim, it is enough to make her eyes blush.

She hadn't been treated so tenderly in nearly a hundred years.

The girl in the gorgeous wedding gown closed her eyes slightly, and her bright red lips slowly opened. However, the word "good" was not yet spoken, and she was interrupted by a rustling sound of no origin—

Slowly, black air rushed out of Lin Concubine's shoulder bag, and gathered into a young man who also wore a red wedding dress.

His face was stern, his eyebrows and eyebrows were vaguely mixed with black smoke that had not yet dissipated, and his hostility and indifference were hidden under his eyes. He looked at Lin Hao and said coldly: "Madam."

Lin Yu: Oh, huh, overturned.

This...what's the situation? The script shouldn't be like this! Healing to Redemption Cookies instantly turned into giants to tear ○ Emotional drama? This is too confusing!

Concubine Lin's heart sank and looked at Ye Yi who was still in her arms, then turned to look at Song Xiuyan with frowning brows.

Although everyone has no substantive status, for the young master who is too deep into the play, the scene before him is probably no different from "the former fiancée and the new wife are holding themselves together inexplicably behind their backs".

Who can stand this.

A glimpse of him in his suit, one can roughly guess the identity of the young master. Ye Yi raised her eyebrows and sneered, and put her palms on the back of Lin Hao's neck, curled up her fingertips slightly and rubbed her fingers: "Who is your name'Mrs.'? Tuberculosis ghost."

Song Xiuyan's complexion is not good, and the black mist behind him is thicker: "Stay away from her, you look strange."

The unmarried couple who had never met before finally met at this moment, but they were fierce and murderous, and there was a blank-faced Concubine Lin between them.

Lin Lin: Oh, don't make a noise.

The husband and wife are birds of the same forest. Although you two are ruthless concubines, you still have a reputation.

You see this is making trouble.

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Lin Yu: It's all routines.

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