Chapter 3 I traveled through time
"I have traveled through time."

"Many years later, when people ask me what it feels like to travel through time?"

“I would say, I don’t feel anything.”

"It's just like going to work and leaving get off work every day. The same thing is that no matter which plane you are in, you will feel afraid. The difference is that you are afraid at work because you are afraid of being late and having your salary deducted by your boss, or afraid that your boss will suddenly ask you to work overtime on Sunday. After traveling through time, you will also be afraid, but you are afraid of losing your life and the embarrassment of dying before your mission is accomplished. That's all."

Boom!
A slap hit Wang Yao's head hard, causing him to lie on the ground and howl like a stabbed pig.

The originally somewhat solemn atmosphere suddenly disappeared with this punch.

"What nonsense are you mumbling about?" The woman in red armor glared at Wang Yao in dissatisfaction.

"I just want to express the heroic feelings that are bursting out in my heart at this moment, and you won't even give me a chance?" Wang Yao groaned.

"It's just entering a city, why are you so excited?"

Wang Yao, lying on the ground, felt like crying but had no tears.

Some people are destined to never be able to show off in their entire lives!

Although the attack was quite ruthless, the scarlet-armored woman still reached out and pulled Wang Yao up from the ground: "Be careful with your words when you go out. Don't talk nonsense. People who don't know us might think we are country bumpkins from somewhere."

"Okay, I'll just bear with it."

Every punch from the scarlet-armored woman was unpredictable. Out of concern for his own safety, Wang Yao could only submit in silence.

Walking on the Huayan paved road, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of traffic, the sound of people, and the people of all kinds passing by, it feels like being in the set of the "Three Kingdoms Movie". The difference is that the people around are not so-called extras, they are all real people living in this city, which is a very incredible sight for a Glory fan.

"It turns out there are more than just soldiers and heroes in Honor of Kings." Wang Yao couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He turned his head and secretly glanced at Hua Mulan beside him. This character, Wang Yao's favorite and the one he played most often, was now leading the way seriously and was truly living beside him.

Although a little bit violent and aggressive, it has to be said that the real Hua Mulan is indeed a great beauty who can capture the hearts of thousands of otakus. This kind of beauty is not like those of internet celebrities who are only pretentious, but a very natural and irresistible charm.

This also made Wang Yao feel incredible, as if one day a beautiful girl from the second dimension stood in front of you alive and you had a lot to say but didn't know where to start.

"Why are you looking at me? We're here. This is where I live in Jingzhou." Hua Mulan looked at Wang Yao strangely.

"Nothing." Wang Yao turned his head away awkwardly. After all, staring at others was a very impolite behavior, so he turned his gaze back to what was in front of him.

It was a two-story classical loft that looked a bit old but was quite large. The building was located in the prosperous area of ​​Jingzhou City. In today's terms, it was similar to the Second Ring Road in Beijing.

"You actually own a building in such a prosperous area?" Wang Yao was a little surprised.

"What's so strange about this? Liu Bei wanted to give me the palace he lived in back then." Hua Mulan looked like she was not surprised at all: "Let's go in first. After sleeping in the wilderness for a few days, I kind of miss the soft bed."

Wang Yao was surprised and couldn't help wondering in his heart, what on earth did Hua Mulan do to deserve such courtesy from Liu Bei?

When you push open the door, what comes into view is a large living room, where daily household items such as tables, chairs and stools are carefully placed. On the surrounding walls are some pendant totems whose names are unclear, and the floor is also spotless. One can't help but wonder if this building has been empty for two years.

"It seems that Liu Bei often asks servants to clean." Hua Mulan didn't think too much about it and turned to Wang Yao and said, "The first floor is the reception room. The five doors on the left and right are the toilet, kitchen, and bathroom. There is also a small warehouse for storing sundries and a dining room."

Looking at this building with very advanced design, Wang Yao couldn't help but sigh that the sparrow was not only large, but also had all the necessary facilities.

After entering the house, Hua Mulan couldn't wait to take off her heavy sword and double-edged sword and put them away. Then she took off her armor and long boots, leaving only soft underwear. Only then did she stretch herself as if relieved.

"I never realized how tiring it is to travel with equipment on. I'm going to take a shower first. There are four empty rooms on the second floor. Except for the master bedroom, you can choose any of the other three to stay in."

After a few simple instructions, Hua Mulan rushed into the bathroom.

Hua Mulan is usually heroic and even though she is a woman, she has the open-mindedness of the Tang Dynasty men. Her behavior lacks the reserve and tact that a woman should have, but she is a girl after all, and she is still very clean at heart.

Wang Yao ignored him and just looked at the empty living room, feeling somewhat lost.

"Is this a time travel?" Wang Yao sighed and touched the bench that looked like a modern sofa. The texture felt so real.

Why did he feel much calmer than he thought? Normally, shouldn't he roll on the ground and shout all kinds of weird slogans? Or should he fall into panic and miss his family? Why didn't he feel any of these? On the contrary, when he looked at the strange scene in front of him, why did he inexplicably feel a sense of "familiarity"?

Shaking his head vigorously to dispel all the thoughts that were giving him a headache, Wang Yao used the handrail of the stairs to walk up to the pavilion on the second floor, intending to choose a home for his future self first.

There were two doors on each side of the long passage. Wang Yao casually opened the first door. There were simply decorated beds and wardrobes inside. It looked very clean, and it was obvious that someone came to clean it regularly. However, because it was facing away from the sun, the light in the room was not very bright. Wang Yao preferred brighter rooms, so he turned around and opened the room opposite.

"Ok?"

The moment he opened the door, a faint fragrance wafted in the air, and Wang Yao was stunned for a moment.

In the room, which was about 50 square meters in size, necessary furniture such as beds, wardrobes, desks, etc. were neatly arranged. Some elegant ornaments were hung on the snow-white walls. In the corner, there was a two-meter-high bookshelf, which was piled with all kinds of books.

Wang Yao walked over and casually pulled out a book - [How a Hero is Made]

"What the hell?" Wang Yao blushed and flipped through a few pages.

The book is basically an inspirational story about how an unknown person foresaw and sacrificed himself for others, took up the responsibility in times of national crisis, and finally became a hero admired by thousands of people. It was pure nonsense! I put it back on the bookshelf in boredom after a while.

However, looking at the elegantly decorated room, with the breeze blowing in from the sunny windows and the wind chimes hanging on the window eaves making pleasant sounds, it was very much to Wang Yao's taste, so Wang Yao naturally occupied this room.

"Little brother? Where have you been?" Mulan's voice came from downstairs.

"I'm upstairs." Wang Yao responded quickly and then left the room.

When Wang Yao walked downstairs, he found that Hua Mulan had finished her bath. "What's the matter?" Wang Yao just opened his mouth to respond, and was shocked by the woman who just walked out of the bathroom.

Because of the bath, Hua Mulan let down her cherry-colored ponytail. Her soft, wet cherry hair fell down to her waist. Wearing a snow-white bathrobe, she looked like a completely different person compared to her previous appearance.

It is said that hairstyle affects a person's image. At this time, how can Hua Mulan still have a trace of heroism? She is simply the queen goddess that countless otakus are flocking to!

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment. Deep down, he always felt that Mulan was the most beautiful character in Honor of Kings. She was heroic yet feminine.

"Have you chosen a room? That's great. You should go take a shower quickly. You've been sleeping outdoors for two days and you smell strange. Please help me wash my clothes." Mulan said as she wiped her hair with a towel.

But after waiting for a while, seeing Wang Yao standing there like a log without moving, he immediately said with some dissatisfaction: "I'm calling you an idiot, are you stupid? Why are you always looking at me?"

"Ah? What? What did you just say?" Wang Yao asked in panic after coming back to his senses.

"Idiot." Hua Mulan rolled her eyes at Wang Yao and said, "I told you to take a shower first and help me wash my clothes."

"Do the laundry?! Let me do it??"

Bath room.

The diffuse damp mist had not yet dissipated. In the bathtub, Mulan's underwear was placed, which seemed to still retain the woman's body temperature and a faint scent of magnolia.

After traveling through time, no matter if they are losers or geniuses, they can always get help from masters and act cool and domineering. On the other hand, after traveling through time, I have to do other people's laundry? The two pale in comparison.

But even so, we must face it with the meaningless spirit of "If God gives a man a great task, he must first work hard and starve his body." In short, for such unfair and unscrupulous things, Wang Yao wants to say, please let me do it! !
But then again, Hua Mulan doesn't seem to have any sense of vigilance against the opposite sex. This can be seen from the fact that Wang Yao has been staring at her without any reaction.

But what the hell!

Just as Wang Yao was making a fuss about the clothes in the bathtub, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to the bathroom door.

"By the way, Captain, are you sure this house is unoccupied?"

"No, even if Liu Bei had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to let anyone else live in my house. Stop talking nonsense and go wash your clothes. If you leave me with nothing to wear tomorrow, I'll punch you in the head!"

　The update is a bit slow, and writing depends entirely on my mood, but even so, I still want to shamelessly say: Please collect and support me! !

　　
　
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