When Bai Wanwan opened her eyes again, she was sitting on a large court bed in the style of old-century French decoration. The lace drapery and the soft futon with a faint scent of lilies.

She looked around, it was a closed room. The area is large enough to see the wealth of the owner's family. The walls are painted with a layer of beautiful oil paint and look extremely gorgeous, and the furniture is very simple and exquisite, and there is even a fireplace with a sense of age next to the small coffee table next to the bed.

She got up and stepped on the soft brown carpet and exclaimed, "You look rich..."

001 lifted the falling bed curtain with his long ears, jumped out of the quilt, jumped into the crook of the white arm, grinned three lips, and tried to pretend to be serious: "Generally, the first task of the host is a low-level task used by novices to familiarize themselves with the rules, and it is easy to clear the level, but you can't let up or take it seriously." Otherwise, it is possible to live less than three minutes. ”

Bai Wanwan pinched its pointed ears: "So should you give me an explanation of the background of the story, you can't let me guess blindly." ”

001 shook his ears and rubbed the small bell around his neck against Bai Wanwan's fingertips, and soon a large number of memories and stories that did not belong to Bai Wanwan poured into his mind.

If she remembers correctly, the setting of this world should be a copycat version of Bluebeard.

Bluebeard's original work is about a psychopathic rich man with a terrifying Bluebeard, who suspects the other party of infidelity every time he marries. Before going out, he would give his wife a bunch of iron keys and a gold key and tell her that the doors of other rooms could be opened, and the rooms with red painted gold keys could not be opened.

And human curiosity is endless, and every wife can't help but use the golden key to open the door of the room that can't be opened, and find that all the corpses of Bluebeard's ex-wife are hanging inside. The key was so frightened that it fell to the ground and could never be washed clean, and Bluebeard would come back at night and kill his wife who had opened the door to the room and hang it in the same room.

And the heroine of the story is a village girl, who also opens the door to the taboo, and the ending is different when she is chased by Bluebeard and cuts down her three brothers who are cutting trees not far away. The brothers hacked Bluebeard to death together, and the siblings lived happily ever after......

Let's not talk about what kind of black fairy tale the original is, just the setting of "Bluebeard kills" makes Bai Wanwan a little unbearable. The story gives him the task of saving Bluebeard's life and preventing him from killing people in the future.

This newbie task... Doesn't sound very stable!! The difference between this world and the original is that the room is hung with the corpses of Bluebeard's parents who had abused him since childhood, and his identity is his first wife.

001 happily mended the knife: "So you can only rely on the host to save yourself, and there is no brother to save you!" ”

Bai Wanwan: "......"

Although it's not very adaptable, but the novice tasks can't be covered, isn't it very unrehearsed? She took a picture of herself in front of the vanity mirror, her face was still her own, but in order to match the background of the persona, her hair turned blonde and her eyes turned blue. Obviously he doesn't look very old, but he is wearing a matcha-colored old court long elegant dress, and his coiled blonde hair looks too old-fashioned, and the strange makeup leads to a very old-fashioned temperament between the eyebrows.

For this first wife, the setting in the original world is about sixteen years old, because she was born in a noble family, she is mature and generous and sensible, and she has the aura of a master mother in order to establish majesty at a young age.

But obviously this is not in line with Bai Wanwan's idea, she feels that the first thing she should do now is to sell cowardice.

I went to the delicately embossed wardrobe and finally picked out a small blue dress with old sleeves that matched my age, and put it on, and pinned the broken hair with a pearl hairpin under the coiled blonde hair, revealing a fair forehead. The strange makeup on his face was simply wiped off, and only a light layer of lipstick was applied. At this moment, the white in the mirror is red, and Bai Wanwan, who looks innocent and immature, looks like a real sixteen-year-old girl.

"By the way, do you have any restrictions on this mission, such as not being able to OOC or something?"

"Not really, it's all up to the host to play on its own."

"That's stable."

Bai Wanwan calmly pushed open the door with confident steps.

It is a distinctly baroque castle, with a dome and long corridors covered with various colored glasses, both the paintings hanging in the middle of the rooms and the valuable works of art at the corners.

She didn't go far before she bumped into the maid who had come to call her for lunch, and she went all the way to find that the faces of almost all the attendants and maids on the road were unnaturally blue-gray, and there was no expression on their faces, and they looked as stiff and stiff as they were. But she didn't care about that.

The dining room is a large room with great natural light, floor-to-ceiling glass windows that look out over the garden of red roses, and two white tablecloths at each end of the glossy long table, on which are placed two silver cutlery. A vase with a red rose in the middle of the table just happened to add a bit of brightness to the ebony table.

Bai Wanwan blinked, dragged his chair and leaned towards the main seat. She had just lowered the back of her chair when she noticed footsteps pausing in the doorway.

The visitor was extremely tall, with a pair of straight, long legs wrapped in black boots, and a white tuxedo jacket with pearls encrusted over a baroque intricate white shirt. If you look up at Bai Wanwan again, you will be stupid.

The blue hair was the color of a strange poisonous dye, and the bangs were messily hidden in front of the eyes, revealing a pair of long, narrow, slightly squinted eyes. The man's eyes were also pale blue, like two cold glass beads that had no lustre, and there was a small tear mole in the corner of his eye. Underneath is a tall and straight nose bridge, and a thin begonia-colored lip is slightly pursed in displeasure. Due to his eerily fair complexion, the man as a whole looked like a gloomy and spiritless nobleman.

this kind of fairy, you call him Bluebeard?? Bai Wanwan had a dirty word in her heart, and she repeated it in her mind: awsl, awsl, he is so good-looking!!

001：“？？ Wake up, people only have your dog's life in their hearts. ”

At this moment, Bai Wanwan picked up the hem of her skirt and raised a sweet smile on her face that could be called a "weak white lotus" towards the man at the door with her head slightly tilted, because the sunlight outside the window was excellent, and the sunlight refracted by the floor-to-ceiling window was plated on her blonde hair, like a petite butterfly. She stood in front of the man and looked up at him, "Welcome back, dear." ”

"Wanwan?" The man's uncertain voice was a little obscure and hoarse, and his tone was as stiff as if he was speaking for the first time.

Bai Wanwan asked 001 in her heart: So why is my name still Bai Wanwan in this kind of story that looks like a foreign background? Won't you be playing?

001 blinked: "Because I was afraid that the host would not get used to it, I changed the names of all the mission hosts to the host's own." ”

White Ribbon: ...... Good, very sweet. The question is, what is the name of my apparent husband now?

001: "Hmm, I'll take a look... Louis. ”

Bai Wanwan asked again: Then is it really okay for you to stand stupidly on the table and talk to me so swaggeringly!!

001 scratched his ears with his little paws, and rolled around the dining table by the way: "Oh, don't worry, host~ No one can see me except you, and I can't hear me." ”

The rabbit's voice was extremely rippling, and when Bai Wanwan looked at the man in front of him because he hadn't replied for a long time, his face began to darken, and he hurriedly took the initiative to take his hand that naturally hung aside. Whether it was the cold touch from the other party's hand or the sudden movement of Bai Wanwan, in short, the two of them were very uncomfortable.

Bai Wanwan tried to make herself look innocent and beautiful: "What's the matter, Luis? Let's eat first. ”

She led Louis all the way to the table, like a statue without body temperature. The strange look coming from behind her gave her goosebumps a little overwhelmed.

After all, they were husband and wife on the surface, and Louis sat obediently on the throne. Bai Wanwan took the cutlery at the other end of the table, and sat down next to Louis with the chair she had just moved.

The way Louis looked at her was even more strange at this moment. Although the heroine in the original background is mature and sensible, she is extremely afraid of this husband who doesn't like to talk and always has a gloomy face, although she tries to maintain the etiquette and elegance of a lady, but the two are not very close after all, like strangers living together. At this moment, Bai Wanwan's state of dedication is too abnormal in Louis's eyes.

In the process of waiting for the maid to serve the food, Bai Wanwan kept holding her cheeks and pretending to be tender, and the butterfly-like eyelashes on her blue eyes flickered, looking harmless and cute: "I just found that there is no favorite skirt in the wardrobe, and I don't like the style I used to like now." Because my mother used to wear it like that, I thought it would look good, but after trying it for so long, I still didn't like it..."

Make an excuse for your makeup first, after all, it's normal for you to imitate adults when you're so young.

Louis let out a "hmm" as he crossed his fingers on the table, his white, slender and bony hands shining in the sunlight as if they were works of art carved from clear white jade.

But what Bai Wanwan cared more about was the golden key with a red thread that was faintly exposed under his cuffs.