"Dǎláng,àlá gāi chī yào le."

About then, Buzhi heard a call.

With effort, Wu Zhi squinted open his eyelids like iron plates, and saw a man in ancient costume, holding a steaming earthen bowl, striding towards him.

Her figure was slender and graceful. With each step, her waist moved like a water snake, swaying gently back and forth in an alluring dance.

Her melon-shaped face was flawless, with a blush on her watery skin. Beneath her captivating eyes that seemed to cut through water, sat a mole, while her arched eyebrows and alluring gaze were truly mesmerizing.

Her fingers, like jade scallions, held the medicinal soup as she approached gracefully.

Due to her slightly bent posture, the hem of her robe fell open, revealing two large, white, round mounds in front of Wu Zhi's eyes.

"Dalan, come, have your medicine."

Between two delicate petals, moist and translucent, a fragrance spills forth, carrying an intoxicating aroma.

Wu Zhizheng unconsciously wanted to open it, but suddenly stopped!

How could I be lying in bed?

Who is this person in ancient costume?

Wu Zhi only has a primary school diploma. He learned martial arts at Lin Temple when he was young. At the age of 15, he started working in society by washing dishes in a restaurant. He worked as a construction worker, a street singer, and a background actor in Hengdian. He also worked as a security guard at a club.

After years of hard work, I'm about to achieve my grand ambitions: owning a luxury car, living in a mansion, and having a beautiful wife.

As a result, at the company's IPO celebration banquet, with a "crack," he died at the table.

"Hiss!"

Wu Zhi suddenly felt a terrible headache.

"Dālang, nǐ zěnme le?"

The sound is soft and mellow, like someone singing softly beside you, it's very comfortable.

But Wu Zhi was concerned about how he was being addressed: “What do you call me?”

"Big Lang, don't you recognize me? It's me, Jin Lian."

Wu Zhi blinked his eyes, steadied himself, and swallowed nervously.

Suddenly, I realized to my utter shock that I had time-traveled to ancient times!

That's not right!

Lotus?

Big Brother?

"You, you Jinlian, Pan Jinlian?"

"Well, I am, I am Wu Dalang?"

A man in ancient clothing handed a clay bowl to Wuzhi. “Eldest brother, you must have been sleeping groggily. Eat the medicine first, after taking it, your illness will get better.”

Wu Zhi was terrified! If it were Pan Jinlian, then the bowl passed to him would be poison!

I don't eat!

Wu Zhi hurriedly closed it and turned his head away!

"Biglang, although this medicine is bitter, you will get better if you eat it." Pan Jinlian persuaded bitterly on the side.

"Eldest son, eat quickly!"

Pan Jinlian kept pushing the medicine closer, Wu Zhi was enraged and suddenly raised his hand, knocking the medicine over!

"Ping!"

The medicinal soup spilled and splashed everywhere.

"Big brother, this bowl of medicine cost 500 wen, enough to feed our family for three days."

Pan Jinlian crouched on the ground, her two willow-like eyebrows furrowed together, tangled and heartbroken.

Wu Zhi pointed at the door and roared at Pan Jinlian, "Get out! Get out!"

Is the medicine Pan Jinlian gave edible?!

But she is the number one woman in the world!

Pān Jīnlián's eyes were moist and sparkling.

That person's lips parted slightly, their voice choked with grievance: "Big Brother, you... Please rest first, and when your anger subsides, I'll bring you medicine."

Seeing Pan Jinlian's graceful and alluring figure walk out of the room, Wu Zhi finally let out a long sigh. He covered his forehead and sat up from the bed.

It turned out that I looked very strange, with short limbs!

This is not his original!

Not until this moment did Wu Zhi believe he had truly traveled to ancient times.

Why did he have to become Wu Dalang?

Oh my God, are you trying to kill me?!

Wu Zhi cursed at the heavens, and after insulting every member of heaven's family for eighteen generations, he finally got up slowly from his bed.

His surroundings appeared dilapidated and rundown.

A rickety table, a bed, and two creaky doors.

That table was placed beside it, looking just like a dressing table for a person.

Above lay a copper mirror. When Wu Zhi cautiously brought his face closer, the mirror reflected a very blurry face.

The clarity of the bronze mirror is not high, it's a bit blurry.

But through the outline, Wu Zhi discovered that this face was the same as his from his previous life.

Very young!

He's a little bit handsome!

But why has he changed like this? He looks barely five feet tall! He used to be a tall man, over six feet!

No, you have to find a way to grow taller!

Just as Wu Zhi was suffering from a headache, he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from downstairs.

Wu Zhi tiptoed out of the room and quietly saw Pan Jinlian downstairs talking to an old man.

"Young lady, everything is ready on my side. How about yours?"

"I'm almost done, I should be finished around four in the morning."

Wu Zhi was horrified!

This poisonous woman, Pan Jinlian, is still not satisfied!

This is going to get yourself killed!

"Then you'd better hurry, the adults over there can't wait."

"Well, I understand."

Dad?

Are you talking about Ximenqing?

Xi Menqing, this dog bastard! As expected, he's already gotten together with Pan Jinlian!

Wu Zhi was furious upstairs. Though he had just crossed over to this place and hadn't fully taken on the role of Wu Dalang yet, he couldn't help but seethe with anger.

What was accessible, however, was the treacherous and vicious nature of Pan Jinlian!

After the elderly person left, Pan Jinlian rolled up her white arms and walked to the kitchen by the side, starting to make noodles.

That slender arm, working hard at the dough, with drops of sweat falling from her delicate cheeks.

If it were anyone else, Wu Zhi would feel compassion and hold them in his arms, carefully protecting them.

But Pan Jinlian, who knows if she wouldn't put arsenic in it here!?

Wu Zhi slowly retreated back into the room, he opened Pan Jinlian's dressing table.

>The drawer contained only a single hairpin, and nothing else except for bits and pieces used for sewing red: scissors, needles, thread, etc.

Wu Zhi picked up a pair of scissors and sat on the bed, waiting for Pan Jinlian to come.

He intends to make a desperate last stand against this vicious person!

Anyway, he's Wu Dalang, and his younger brother Wu Song is coming soon!

When the time comes, brothers, we'll join forces and take down this couple. Then we'll go into hiding in the mountains, becoming bandits. We'll raise an army, buy horses, and conquer the world!

A man lives a lifetime, while grass and trees live only an autumn.

If fate has brought this bastard into this world, then let's give him a hell of a ride!

He's still able to become emperor!

Then, there will be 3,000 beautiful women in the harem. Hehe!

"Well..."

Wu Zhipu let out a long sigh. He sat on the bed board for a long time, and Pan Jinlian didn't come up.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"It's dry today, be careful of fire!"

From outside the window, one could hear the sounds of the night watchman making his rounds.

It's already four o'clock in the morning.

Wu Zhi once acted as a crowd actor in Hengdian, knowing something about ancient times. Four more, which is around 2 am.

"Clank!"

Wu Zhi suddenly heard the sound of the door opening downstairs.

He quickly slapped himself! The sleepiness was gone for the most part.

He knew that Pan Jinlian should have been punished!