Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 332 Offerings
Fang Zilan was extremely weak, but still holding on to her strength, she smiled and said, "I knew you would come."

"If you die, no one can save you." Wen Ya snorted coldly, "If you can't eat plum blossom soup, don't eat it..."

"The King of the Wheel made it, I can eat it." Fang Zilan interrupted him in a cold voice, "Tell me the reason."

Wen Ya stared fixedly at the person in front of her. She was so thin that she almost lost her shape, her voice was hoarse, but her eyes were extremely persistent.

"Miss Fang, you can't ask for a reason for everything." Wen Ya sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea, "Have you ever thought that now that you don't know anything, it will be even more important to you?" it is good?"

"I'll decide whether it's good or not." Fang Zilan couldn't help coughing, and the sweet smell rose up in her throat, and she felt sick again.

She forcibly suppressed it, and then continued: "You can either tell me the reason, or go back and tell Your Majesty and Young Master, Fang Zilan's life is not long."

"What if the King of Wheels doesn't want you to know?" Wen Ya stood up and walked to the edge of the bed, and looked at Fang Zilan condescendingly, "People who have never paid attention to this before, when did they become so thoughtful?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Fang Zilan looked up at Wen Ya, showing no sign of weakness, "If you don't want to say, let me guess."

"Okay, then you can guess." Wen Ya sat on the edge of the bed in a dignified manner, with an appearance of listening attentively.

Fang Zilan weighed his words carefully and said: "What is added to the plum blossom soup made by Zhuanlun Wang is related to my Gu, right?"

Wen Ya nodded, "What else?"

"You know what you added, and since you didn't stop it, it's tacit consent." Fang Zilan said very cautiously, "It means that the added things are beneficial to me and not harmful, right?"

"That's right." There was more approval in Wen Ya's eyes, and Fang Zilan's expression became colder, "But it's harmful to the King of Wheels, right?"

The approval in Wen Ya's eyes turned into surprise, and the next moment turned into vigilance, "You..."

"Wen Ya, you have seen my determination." Fang Zilan leaned in front of Wen Ya, calmly said: "I'm betting my life here today, in exchange for the secret between you, the King of Wheels, and me, you may consider Clear?"

"If I tell this secret, you can live. But..." Wen Ya moved back calmly, "Whether the King of Wheels and I can live is another matter."

"Wen Ya, you don't need to lie to me." Fang Zilan calmed down and said, "I'm afraid there is no third person in the world who knows what I want to ask except you and King Zhuanlun. Otherwise, what I saw today would not be It's you."

Wen Ya didn't speak, but Fang Zilan's lips curled up, and her tone became more and more determined, "Young Master has always hated someone to threaten you with his life. If he knew the reason, he would definitely arrest me, how could he let me see you?"

Wen Ya was still silent, and Fang Zilan's smile had a hint of evil, "Or, do you want me to tell the young master about this, and he will ask you to explain the reason?"

"When did you learn how to pretend to be a fox?" Wen Ya's expression became lighter, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "I just learned it."

Since Wen Ya was willing to speak, he didn't bother to chat with her, and said straight to the point: "Turning Wheel King also has Gu. You are the main Gu, and he is the secondary Gu."

"What do you mean?" Fang Zilan asked suspiciously, "Why is Gu still divided into master and deputy?"

"It's the master and deputy, but to put it bluntly, he is your sacrifice." Wen Ya's thin lips curled into a cold smile, "Otherwise, why are you number one in the world and he can only be at the end of the ten halls? You wouldn't Do you think your talent is different from ordinary people?"

Fang Zilan's voice was a little trembling, "So what is added to the plum blossom soup is..."

"His blood." Wen Ya said, "It would be great to use his blood to support the Gu in your body. Since he is willing, why should I stop it?"

Fang Zilan lowered her eyes and said, "Did he know about this all along?"

"He knew it before he planted the poison." Wen Ya said quietly: "In a place like the ghost gate, who else would be willing to be a sacrifice for you besides him?"

"Why is he..." Fang Zilan's eyes were red, and she couldn't continue after speaking halfway.

"Why?" Wen Ya said helplessly: "He entered the ghost gate with you, saying that you are his master. Why do you think?"

"Master?" Fang Zilan repeated the word, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "What about plum blossom soup? Why plum blossom soup?"

"He said you love to eat." Wen Ya couldn't bear it, "but he didn't know that when your mother was killed, you were eating a bowl of plum blossom soup, and the blood fell into it and you were frightened. When it comes to plum blossom soup, you will instinctively feel sick."

Fang Zilan's face sank like water, "He doesn't know, how could you know?"

Wen Ya didn't dare to look at her, turned his head and said softly: "When you planted the poison just now, you were a little delirious. In order to stabilize the poison on your body, and because you couldn't smell blood when you were young, I gave it to him. This method."

"Add his blood to the food?" Fang Zilan couldn't help interjecting, Wen Ya nodded slightly, "Yes, all he could think of at the time was that you love plum blossom soup, but you spit out bowl after bowl, It caused him to shed a lot of blood in vain. And he is very stubborn, never allowing others to touch your food, insisting on doing it himself."

He said as if recalling the scene at that time, "At that time, he was not much higher than the stove, and he cut his palm. It was very difficult to make a bowl of plum blossom soup. I really couldn't bear it, so I asked quietly. It took a lot of twists and turns to find out why you don’t eat plum blossom soup. I was about to tell him, but I never thought that you ate half of the bowl. Later he found out, and he was in a dilemma, so he only made plum blossoms when he needed to feed Gu with blood soup, so no one knows the secret except me and him."

After he finished speaking, he took a peek at Fang Zilan, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "But I didn't expect that after so many years, you can't eat anything except the plum blossom soup he made."

Hearing this, Fang Zilan only felt that her whole heart seemed to be tightly clenched, kneaded over and over again, and wrinkled out of shape.

She calmed down and said slowly: "Then how did you find out the reason why I don't eat plum blossom soup?"

"Your mother was killed in Baiye Temple back then, and many monks in the temple witnessed it with their own eyes." Wen Ya said in a low voice, "I know your mother's murder has hit you hard, but after so many years, I ask you to express your condolences. As for him I don’t want you to know, and I don’t want you to be sad.”

"What else?" Fang Zilan looked at Wen Ya, her voice trembling more and more, "What else are you hiding from me?"

"That's all about plum blossom soup." Wen Ya hesitated for a moment, "But the poison on your body..."

Fang Zilan bit her lips tightly, "Whatever you want to say, just say it, I can bear it."

"The witch doctor talks about Gu, but I talk about poison, you should know that this is not a good thing on you." Wen Ya sighed lightly, "In addition to a pair of master Gu and offspring Gu, this Gu also has a mother Gu."

Fang Zilan couldn't help asking: "Who is the mother Gu on?"

"This has nothing to do with what you asked." Wen Ya said solemnly: "What I can tell you is that if you keep doing this, it will only take a few years for your fragrance to disappear. It's either dead or wounded."

"You don't even want to tell me who I am, so what does it matter to me whether that person lives or dies?" Fang Zilan pulled the brocade quilt, bent her body and said: "I just want to know, if I die, what will happen to the Wheel-Turning King? "

Wen Ya remained silent, Fang Zilan understood, "Can you save his life?"

　Alas, the sacrificial little bamboo horse of the Wheel-Turning King...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)