Fast time travel, but the villain is not a human being

Week...what week?

Zhou Xiaozhou's head felt a twinge of pain and he thought he hadn't heard clearly. He endured the discomfort and asked, "What did you call the young disciple just now?!"

My colleague made it clear: "Zhou Yue. The beauty is thousands of miles away, and the mountains and rivers are insurmountable."

Zhou Xiaozhou took a deep breath, but her mind was surging and she couldn't calm down. She wanted to say something, but her chest was so tight that she couldn't speak.

"Zhou Xiaozhou?" A colleague put down his wine glass and walked over.

Zhou Xiaozhou leaned back and said nothing.

Zhou Yue.

Zhou, Yue.

You heard it right, it was Zhou Yue.

Was it really such a coincidence, or she was drunk and confused.

Zhou Xiaozhou sat blankly, wondering if those assessments were really just a dream.

This dream was no longer real. It was so hazy that I couldn't see anything clearly.

A colleague touched her forehead: "Drunk?"

Zhou Xiaozhou said nothing and reached out to pat his hand away.

The colleague smiled and handed another glass of wine to him.

Zhou Xiaozhou stared at the swaying drink, slowly raised his hand to take it, raised his head and drank it all, swallowing it along with the blood in his throat.

The colleague stood in front of her and asked her: "You have asked again and again. Three disciples have already asked, why are you still unwilling to ask the ninth elder?"

Zhou Xiaozhou didn't answer and lowered his eyes.

The colleague raised her chin: "You don't dare to ask because you feel guilty?"

Zhou Xiaozhou raised his eyes to look at him.

The colleague said solemnly: "Are you satisfied after hearing that Changfeng was so distraught?"

The nerves in his head were throbbing with pain, and his ears were buzzing. Zhou Xiaozhou was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was choked by blood foam gushing from his throat.

"Cough..." Zhou Xiaozhou choked, turned his head and leaned down to cough.

Colleague: "Zhou Xiaozhou?"

Zhou Xiaozhou felt pain in his chest and felt dizzy. He found that the music in the room had stopped at some point.

"Zhou Xiaozhou, what's wrong with you?" The colleague knelt down to check.

The person in front of him looked anxious, and Zhou Xiaozhou suddenly understood where this person's strange familiarity came from.

The face is actually unfamiliar, but what is familiar is the other person’s words and deeds.

"You are..." Zhou Xiaozhou was frightened and vomited out another mouthful of blood. Huaijin? Lu Chen? Dog eggs? Or are there no such people at all, and there is only this colleague in front of me from beginning to end?

Zhou Xiaozhou wanted to see where he was, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he felt that the world was spinning and his vision became blurred.

"Zhou Xiaozhou."

It seemed like someone was calling her, but Zhou Xiaozhou's eyelids were heavy and he could only vaguely see someone walking out from behind the screen.

"You are finally willing to come out."

"It's not her fault, why are you so irritating to her?"

"You can't sit still after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. If I don't do this, you don't know how long you will have to hide before you show up."

Someone was talking in the room, it was vague and unreal.

who is it?

Who is around?

Zhou Xiaozhou struggled to raise his hand, but finally lowered it.

Before losing consciousness, Zhou Xiaozhou felt as if he was being picked up.

So cold.

So hungry.

Zhou Xiaozhou curled up and gathered the thatch scattered around him again.

"Zhou Mansion is out giving porridge again! Everyone, go quickly!"

Hearing the shouts from outside, Zhou Xiaozhou, who was hiding in a corner of the ruined temple, immediately stood up, picked up the broken bowl hidden in the corner and rushed out.

But it was still late, and the porridge shed was already crowded with people.

Zhou Xiaozhou didn't hesitate and followed the others and pushed forward.

"What are you squeezing in! What are you squeezing in!"

"Little beggar, get out of the way!"

Zhou Xiaozhou finally squeezed in a little, and was pushed out of the crowd.

People keep coming, and if you keep being squeezed outside, there will easily be nothing behind you.

Zhou Xiaozhou gritted his teeth, put the bowl on his stomach, and burrowed into the crowd.

"Little beggar, get out of here!"

But soon, Zhou Xiaozhou was not only squeezed out again, but also kicked twice and knocked to the ground.