Fast Time Travel: The Green Tea Villain's Sweetness Is Overwhelming

Chapter 68 Honkai Fairy Tale Tea Party 1

Author: Qi Yinfen

"On the left..."

Jian Yuling, who was transported to the system space, manually sent himself to the next plane.

That little bastard hasn't come back yet.

Since this was not the first time that this guy Xitong had done something outrageous, Jian Yuling still hesitated before teleporting to the next plane.

Thinking about that guy's mistake once or twice, he couldn't cheat him a third time. Jian Yuling planned to give her another chance, so he firmly chose the left button.

…

[Have you ever read fairy tales?

You are the witch in all fairy tales.

However, your identity has been replaced by someone else.

Someone is using your identity to mess up the story. Only by saving the affected characters can you regain your original identity.】

Brief background memory, the silence is deafening.

Does this count as a set within a set?

She has traveled to various planes. How come there are unit stories in this plane, one after another?

At this time, Jian Yuling was wearing a complicated medieval dress, a small top hat lowered his eyes, and his long wavy hair like seaweed was spread behind his back.

The chestnut hair on the sideburns hangs down on the chest.

The turbulent career line is an existence that Jian Yuling can not ignore without having to lower his head.

She sat silently at the long table; her hands wearing white rose gloves were elegantly folded on her lower abdomen.

In the dim environment, only the surrounding candles were lit, and the figures projected on the ground or walls swayed in and out.

There were four guests sitting on both sides of the long table.

To Jian Yuling's left is a woman, and to his right are two men.

Their seats were spread out, and there were dinner plates and goblets filled with red wine in front of everyone's table.

On the long table, there are various desserts, European tableware, candlesticks lighting up the atmosphere, and somewhere, there is a faint scent of incense.

When the melodious cello sounded, the man on the right who was farthest from the main seat slapped the table hard.

The tableware on the table was shaken, making a crisp collision sound.

All eyes were on him.

The man was a little fat, and he was dressed gorgeously, with a red cloak tied around his neck. The various gemstones on his chest were shining brightly, and they were still shining brightly under the dim candlelight.

His voice was a little low, mixed with anger and irritability,

"Damn God! What did I do wrong?! I am a king and I have made so many contributions to my people. Why am I being betrayed?!"

Hearing this, Jian Yuling couldn't cheer up and was not surprised.

After all, the drama of being backstabbed by the people is not unprecedented in history.

The focus is on this king and what he wants to save.

However, the king's words seemed to open up the conversation for others.

Then, a short-haired girl opposite the king, her clear voice was like a clear spring, like an oriole in the forest in the early morning, like the orchid in the empty valley, like water and song.

Her tone was high and angry, and with the background music of the cello, it became more crisp and bright,

"I don't care about love! I just want my godmother to come back! She raised me and she has never done anything evil!"

Her broken hair swayed as she spoke excitedly, with a hint of competence.

Then, the woman next to her was wearing a gorgeous palace dress. She was a middle-aged lady, her charm was still there, but her face was filled with hatred, fear and resentment, and her voice was excited,

"What an ignorant wolf! If my two daughters hadn't had an accident, I would never treat her as my own!"

The young man who spoke last had a straight body and was dressed like an upper-class aristocrat. Thin chains hung diagonally on his shoulders, and there was a sapphire on his chest. A metal badge with some kind of totem printed on it hung on his chest, and he had a silver collar on his front.

There is also a tall hat on his head that is tilted sideways; the edge of the hat is decorated with gold rims, inlaid with several gems, and a white feather is half hanging down.

The young man's face was plain, and he spoke little. He just wrinkled his nose, and his expression flashed with disgust for a moment, then returned to calm.

"She is a savage and unreasonable bad woman!"

After he finished speaking, the table became quiet again.

Jian Yuling cleared his throat, "You all are destined to have grievances. To gather together today is Xin Ming Ruoyue's luck, and everyone's luck..."

"Can you please stop talking about it and get straight to the point, my witch?"

The woman interrupted Jian Yuling and chirped, her eyes sad.

Why does it appear here?

They weren't all poor people who had been tricked, otherwise who would appear in this dark cellar? She couldn't stand this environment for even a second!

Trying to finish the original owner Xin Ming Ruoyue's long essay-like beginning, Jian Yuling's red lips slightly opened, but she caught a glimpse of everyone's look of sadness, so she shut up.

"...Then let's get straight to the point. Now, who wants to backtrack first?"

"Ladies first!"

The young gentleman spoke.

The king, who was still eager to make the first move, also sat upright. He also nodded and agreed with the young man's words.

"Sister, please go first, I'm not in a hurry."

The girl's clear voice is very crisp.

The woman glanced at the girl's profile and said, "My dear, your mouth is so sweet!"

She is already old, how can she be called "sister" by a sixteen or seventeen year old girl?

However, who doesn’t like to hear nice words?

Everyone was waiting for her to speak.

The music of the cello matched the scene, and the woman's voice was passionate, rising and falling with the rhythm.

“I divorced a few years ago and my second daughter remarried, and my second husband was in business;

The second husband has a daughter and often does dirty work;

Since an accident, my dear child left me forever..."

When she talked about her sadness, the woman lowered her eyebrows and shed tears, wiping the corners of her eyes with silk.

Except that the two stepsisters had an accident and disappeared, everything else is basically the same as in the original story.

Another difference is that because she has lost her own child, the stepmother's heart rests on her stepdaughter.

So the stepdaughter's life was not difficult, she was even quite happy and carefree.

But the stepmother still tried her best to prevent her stepdaughter from going to the prince's party, but she couldn't get over it——

"Later I felt soft and found someone to send the stepdaughter a dress and glass slippers. Then I heard that the lecherous prince with many beautiful concubines actually became lustful and insisted on marrying the stepdaughter!

When the prince brought her the lost glass slipper, I locked up my stepdaughter to protect her; I never thought——

She ran out anyway, held me down forcefully, and put shoes on my feet!

Oh my god! Why is it just right?!

Just like that, I was taken away by force! Hate!"

…

The story of the explosion was so overwhelming that he didn't even notice it. After listening to it, Jian Yuling didn't dare to think that it was the same as the original work. He didn't know where it had collapsed. It was simply a new story.

Jian Yuling went back in time and became Cinderella's stepmother.

The real stepmother is in the cellar, with three other people, watching her situation through the magic of Shuiyue Jinghua.

At this point in time, it had been a few months since the stepmother's two daughters had an accident and passed away.

Although she could no longer accept her daughter's death, it was the fact.

In order to distract herself from her sadness and brokenness, the stepmother at that time noticed that the daughter left by her husband's ex-wife was her stepdaughter.

Her stepdaughter has been silent and low-pitched since the first day she came to this family with her two daughters.

In the stepmother's impression, the stepdaughter always wore dusty clothes and held a broom, either sweeping the floor or feeding chickens, ducks and geese in the backyard.