[Synchronous data transmission begins...1%...15%...51%...] When the white scroll flew into this house, many people on the street saw white "meteors", but most people thought they were just dazzled. After all, white "meteors" were extremely fast, and the time on this plane was noon, so there were not many people on the street.

Bai Youmo felt that his body turned into pieces, but he didn't feel anything.

[Data synchronization transmission progress: 100%! The data synchronization between the host and the media is completed!]

While the data synchronization was completed, Bai Youmo gradually became conscious. His fingers moved instinctively, then opened his eyes and looked around. A few rays of sunlight passed through the paper-paste window, and the room was still bright.

The limping square table was in the middle of the room, with a white porcelain teapot and two tea-colored cups on it, and one of them had a small mouth missing.

Bai Youmo felt a little thirsty when he saw the white porcelain teapot. He raised his body with his right elbow and rubbed his elbow against the rough mat. The uneven mat surface was slightly uncomfortable.

Bai Youmo felt that his arms were not as flexible as before. When he looked again, he found that his arms were much shorter, but they were thicker than before. His eyes were down and his legs were much shorter!

Bai Youmo thought to himself: "Did you travel through time? And when I was a child? That... would be great! But why are these furniture so old? It's not like my family... I don't care. Since I come here, I'll be at ease and solve the problem of thirst first."

Between doubt and curiosity, Bai Youmo straightened up, stepped to the table, leaned over and stretched out a broken round stool under the table, and wrapped it around the stool with a thick hemp rope. Bai Youmo just sat down and felt his body leaning back, the round stool actually collapsed. It turned out that a wooden stool had its legs folded by Bai Youmo.

The legs of the stool should have been broken long ago, but fortunately, Bai Youmo adjusted the center of gravity of his body with his feet, and reacted very quickly, making his body turn into a horse-stabilizing posture, and did not fall down.

Bai Youmo swallowed, held the handle of the white porcelain teapot on the table, and gently weighed it with his hand. He felt that the white porcelain teapot was a bit heavy, so he mentioned it in the air, and the spout was slightly tilted towards the complete tea-colored cup on the table, but no tea flowed out...

"strangeness……"

Bai Youmo directly tilted the angle of the teapot to ninety degrees, but the tea still couldn't flow out. So he lifted the lid of the teapot and saw that there was no drop of tea inside? It was just that the weight of the teapot made Bai Youmo feel illusion.

Bai Youmo sighed slightly, put down the white porcelain teapot, and swallowed the saliva from his mouth.

Bai Youmo sat back on the bed and touched his face. He felt that his face was quite big. Then he looked at the wooden board beneath his feet, as if he was very disappointed. After the freshness passed, this series of experience reminded him of the Grandpa of the Bai family, and then Situ Qin. Situ Qin should have more time.

"How could this happen? What about those strange clips in your mind?"

The sound of footsteps in the corridor interrupted Bai Youmo's thoughts. The footsteps were very light. There should be only one person who stepped out from the rhythm of the footsteps. Bai Youmo looked around and saw a linen door curtain, which was gently lifted.

When the door curtain was opened, Bai Youmo smelled a faint smell of powder, with a slight jasmine aroma, and there was a special smell mixed in it. Bai Youmo couldn't say it for a moment.

Bai Youmo's first reaction was to look at the person's face, but the person's face happened to be blocked by the hand that lifted the door curtain. Bai Youmo had no choice but to pay attention to something else. He saw a gray cloth headscarf tied on the head of the person. To be precise, the gray cloth headscarf wrapped around the man's forehead, stretching the black hair in front of the forehead, but a few strands of black hair slipped out mischievously. The long hair hanging behind was like a black waterfall, almost reaching its waist.

This person was wearing a coarse women's clothes that Bai Youmo often saw in ancient costume TV series. Bai Youmo looked at the clothes on his body. The colors were the same, and it must be about the same material.

People who wear the same material should also be closer to each other.

At this time, Bai Youmo noticed a strange look in his eyes. The light in the room became a little dimmed and the curtain was put down.

After putting down the curtain, the man naturally put down his hand. Bai Youmo looked at the person coming again...

"Good... I have a good figure." After Bai Youmo saw clearly the face of the person, he praised it in his heart. In the era where Bai Youmo was, there were naturally many beauties he saw. How could he easily praise the word "good"?

His facial features are pretty, and his slender eyebrows seem to be curved into a month and a half without makeup, but his face is a little red and there are some water stains on his forehead... The visitor glanced at Bai Youmo, and a hint of chill suddenly appeared in Bai Youmo's heart!

Why do these pair of eyes that are more beautiful than peach blossoms give such a chilling look? There is a hint of indifference in the little sadness, and a hint of indifference in the little coldness, and a hint of self-pity in the little ruthlessness.

Bai Youmo suddenly knew what special smell was in the powder smell I just smelled, it was resentment!

"When I first met, how could this person feel sad and grieved about me?" Bai Youmo also felt a little worried and confused.

After looking at Bai Youmo, the man said softly, "Dalang... are you awake?"

Bai Youmo saw that the man was holding a broken porcelain bowl in his hand, and the heat was steaming out of the broken porcelain bowl. He rolled up half of his sleeves to reveal the white and red lotus arms, making Bai Youmo unable to help but want to stew a cup of lotus root rib soup.

But after carefully observing the word "Dalang" I heard just now, and using my eyes to determine my short figure, Bai Youmo felt furious!

"I... can't have become the one selling cooked cakes... Dalang? This person's eyes were filled with peach blossoms, and he must be the golden lotus! A bowl of poison in her hand... I'm not so unlucky, right?" Bai Youmo became more and more afraid of it as he thought about it, and kept comforting himself in his heart: "No! I can't obey fate's arrangements, and I must not drink that bowl of poison!"

When the visitor saw that Bai Youmo had not spoken for a long time, he gently placed the bowl on the table, took a lotus step to Bai Youmo, shook it in front of Bai Youmo with his lotus arm, and asked softly: "Dalang, what's wrong? Haven't you woken up from the nap?"

Bai Youmo came back to his senses, looked up at the person coming, thinking: "Although she is probably a head taller than me, she is just a weak woman! What are you afraid of? How could I, Bai Youmo, be afraid of a woman? What a joke! Although I will never hit a woman in normal times, it should not be too much to protect myself at this critical moment of life and death, right?"

"Dalang, what are you thinking? Why do you feel like you are weird today?" The visitor glanced at Bai Youmo, thinking that Bai Youmo was not awake. Then he walked straight to the table, picked up the bowl on the table, and blew it at the mouth of the bowl. The heat on the bowl slowly spread, and he opened his lips lightly and said, "Dalang, drink..."

At such a critical moment, how could Bai Youmo not closely monitor the visitor's every move? When he was highly focused, he heard the visitor say the word "drink", he stood up in a flash.

(End of this chapter)
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