Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 689 Extra: Misplaced Gift

There is a small courtyard deep in the cedar forest in the north.

Icicles hang from the eaves.

The snow in front of the door never melts all year round. When you step on it, it sinks to your ankles and makes a crackling sound.

The Moon Tree in the yard was growing very well. Its icy leaves rustled in the wind, occasionally refracting tiny bits of light, as if someone had accidentally scattered a handful of broken stars.

——This was where the original owner’s mother lived after she transformed.

After Song Yuesheng "coincidentally" completed his mission, he settled down here.

Hyun Rolin is just an excuse.

At first, life was pleasant enough.

The people in the north are warm and straightforward.

Snow wine is refreshing and sweet.

It tastes cold and chilly when you first taste it, but the aftertaste is long and mellow, making her drink one cup after another.

Occasionally, mountain elves and goblins would come to visit, chirping and surrounding her.

Although noisy, it is also lively.

It was not until half a year later that the three male protagonists of this world came to the door one after another.

Yunzhu was the first to arrive.

The news he brought was quite useful.

——Xie Shuying pretended to be the Queen of Heaven and entered the Heavenly Prison without permission. After being discovered by the Heavenly Soldiers, she was executed on the spot.

He also told her not to worry.

Song Yuesheng wasn't worried at all.

According to her original idea, when the heavenly soldiers arrived, it would be the time for her to leave this world.

But after listening to Yun Zhu, she decided to stay for a few more days.

Ok.

She actually just wanted to make wine from snow.

But the male protagonists frequently looking for her is a problem.

At first they were quite well-behaved, visiting each other in the agreed months and not interfering with each other.

But gradually, they began to test her bottom line - first they "happened" to pass by during her rest month, and when they saw that she didn't chase them away, they became more and more unscrupulous.

Now, she could even see the three of them gathered together on the same day, each of them acting with dignity, but secretly wishing to kick the other out of the North.

"Ugh."

Song Yuesheng sighed softly and stroked the torn pages of the ancient book in his hand with his fingertips - the maple leaf bookmark and the middle pages were torn into pieces, leaving only scattered fragments stuck pitifully in the spine of the book.

She raised her fingers and cast a small spell.

After a while, five or six round snowballs popped onto the windowsill, lined up in a row, and blinked their big black eyes at her.

This is a little demon unique to the North, Snowball.

They had little attack power, could not die as long as there was snow, and were all face-blind. They stubbornly believed that she was the "goddess" who had once protected them, and no matter how many times she explained, it was useless.

Over time, she became too lazy to correct herself.

"No matter who comes to see me today, tell them that I'm sick and won't see anyone," she ordered lazily.

The snowballs suddenly started chattering.

"Ah? The goddess wants us to pass on a message?"

"Can someone else go? The guy in white clothes last time asked with a smile if there was any 'abnormal spiritual energy' in the North. I was so scared that I almost melted!"

"The white fox is even worse! Last time he rolled us into a big snowball and made a snowman, even though he had a mountain elf ready to use!"

"No, no, no, the Demon Lord is the scary one! Twelve showed him how to turn his palm into water, and then restore it to its original form on the ground. But he just picked up Twelve and threw her out of the window. She almost flew out of the North and lost her life!"

……

"I didn't know that the little demons in the North also love to gossip."

A low and cold voice suddenly sounded, and the wooden door was slammed open by a gust of cold wind. Su Li strode in with a few pieces of unmelted snow on his shoulders.

"Ah! The Demon Lord is coming!"

"Run! The devil is going to kill the monster!"

The snowballs screamed and scattered, and some of them lost their way and rolled directly from the windowsill into the snowdrift.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes and glanced at Su Li speechlessly: "They are just a group of powerless demons, why are you scaring them?"

"Little demons?" Su Li snorted and raised his hand to brush away the snow on his shoulders. "They were born in the North. They have lived for at least ten thousand years."

He glanced at her thin clothes, frowned slightly, picked up the thick black cloak hanging on the wall, and wrapped it around her without saying a word.

When his fingertips brushed the side of her neck, he unconsciously lightened his force and his voice became softer.

"How many times have I told you that you are sitting facing the window and wearing so little? Are you really not afraid of freezing to death?"

Song Yuesheng was helpless: "My mother was a frost demon before she became an immortal."

In fact, she had taken a cold-resistant pill from the system mall during a certain mission. The effect of the pill was engraved into her soul, making her immune to the severe cold in every winter in the world.

"Compared to this..." Song Yuesheng pointed at the damaged page with his fingertips, smiling, "Su Li, why don't you explain why there are three pages missing from this book?"

"This is what I gave you last month." He remained calm.

"Do you really need me to point it out?"

Su Li suddenly reached out and pinched her cheek. The force was not strong, but there was obvious jealousy in it.

"Shengsheng, there has to be a limit to your partiality. That fox gave you a torn leaf, and you put it in the book I gave you!"

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away: "That's a maple leaf dart. I had nothing better to do, so I asked Ah Fei to make a special hidden weapon. It's made with the craftsmanship of the demon tribe. When not in use, it's no different from an ordinary leaf."

She pointed to the flowers swaying in purple flames on the windowsill.

"Besides, isn't the Demon Flame Flower you gave also planted in Yun Zhu's crystal porcelain bottle? That is a magical tool used by the gods to store elixirs."

Su Li's face darkened: "Except for you, all the gods are hypocrites. Planting flowers is simply too easy for him!"

Song Yuesheng: "..."

"Demons are cunning, especially foxes." Su Li added coldly, "Don't trust him."

He didn't stop there, and pointed at the jade hairpin in her hair: "This hairpin——"

"It was given by the mountain elves. They said they wanted my protection, so they made a hairpin with flowers and plants from the northern border." Song Yuesheng interrupted expressionlessly.

Su Li narrowed his eyes and was about to speak again when a gust of cold wind swept across the window frame. With a "pop", the Magic Flame Flower on the windowsill fell into the snow along with the vase and flower.

"The winds in the north are strong. Why did the Demon Lord send such delicate flowers?"

Jiang Fei leaned against the door with a smile on her lips, but her eyes fell coldly on the silver ribbon that tied Su Li's hair.

Su Li sneered and flicked his sleeves.

The fox fur wind chimes hanging under the eaves broke with a snap and fell lightly into the snow.

"Oh, the wind was strong and blew it crooked," he explained insincerely.

"Demon Lord, are you going to tear down the house for my master?" Jiang Fei's voice was lazy, but her eyes were a little colder. "I didn't know that you have a habit of taking people's hairbands."

Song Yuesheng drank his tea without paying any attention.

She was used to arguments.

But Jiang Fei insisted that "Master" sounded friendly and called him that day and night.

Song Yuesheng didn't want to guess the reason anymore.

It doesn't affect her at all.

Su Li raised his eyebrows: "So you didn't receive the headband she sent you."

Jiang Fei turned to Song Yuesheng, her eyes drooping slightly, revealing a bit of grievance: "Shengsheng, are you just giving away my things like this?"

Su Li was stunned.

Song Yuesheng rubbed his brows and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a breeze blowing by, and the icy leaves of the Yuepo Tree jingled.

"Looks like I came just in time."

Yun Zhu came walking on the snow, his white clothes spotless, holding a tea box as smooth as cream in his hand.

He glanced at the two people in the room who were on edge, and smiled as warmly as usual. He walked to Song Yuesheng and put down the tea box: "I passed by the northern border and brought some new tea along the way."

Jiang Fei sneered: "You know how to pick the right time."

Su Li snorted coldly: "I wonder how long this tea can be kept."

Yun Zhu said calmly: "If you two like, you can take some away. But this tea was given by Yue Xi, I am just passing it on for you."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly fixed on the warm jade on Jiang Fei's waist, and his smile froze slightly, "... Shuanghua, you can say if you don't like the warm jade, but you can't give it away."

Song Yuesheng stretched lazily and suddenly smiled slyly: "If I don't give it to you, will you just throw it away?"

"You gave me things, but they were 'accidentally' damaged. After much thought, I decided that only by giving them away in my name can they be kept for a long time."

The three of them were silent for a moment, and then -

Su Li: "...I have never done such a childish thing."

Jiang Fei: "Master, you know I am always generous."

Yun Zhu: "The Protoss acts in an upright manner."

Song Yuesheng flicked his fingertips and his figure instantly disappeared into the air, leaving only a lazy voice echoing in the room.

"Since you don't recognize me, I'm going to go out and travel. It might take three to five days, or six to seven years."

The room suddenly became dead silent.

Jiang Fei's eyes dimmed slightly, she raised her hand to hang up the wind chime again, and looked at Su Li coldly: "You shouldn't give her the magic weapon that blocks the pure energy of the gods."

Su Li retorted: "You said it as if you could refuse. If you had it, you would give it to me."

Yun Zhu sighed softly, still gentle and elegant: "Instead of blaming each other, it is better to reflect on yourself."

The two said in unison.

"You have the least right! You were the first to break the monthly rule!"

Outside the house, under the Yuepo tree.

Several mountain elves that looked like snowmen were squatting in the snow, with a simple gambling board in front of them, on which were three people's names written crookedly.

"Listening to the noise... Miss Song is gone, and none of the three people will be driven out, so we can catch them all in one fell swoop."

"I bet on the Demon Lord!"

"Hehe, the three people I bet on will die together..."

The ice crystal leaves rustled, as if they were laughing.