Chapter 827 Something is obviously wrong with Poppy
In Xu Fu's courtyard, in front of a garden, a beauty stopped.
She looked at the blooming flowers infatuatedly, her lips parted slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Master Yu, what are you thinking about?" Xu Fu came from behind the poppy. Xu Fu, who was standing with the poppy, looked a little slender. "Since you drifted from outside the pass to the Central Plains and gained yourself,
You look depressed all the time, is there any reason?"
It was already a year after Poppy came to the Central Plains.
After Xu Fu learned about Poppy's true identity, she had no other thoughts. She just felt that such an elderly creature should be respected, so she called Poppy Mrs. Yu.
"Ah, Xu Fu." After a year of familiarity, Poppy has become familiar with this Central Plains and has become much more dignified. She smiled and responded to Xu Fu, "I'm just thinking about something, it's okay."
"Are you thinking about what happened before you got yourself? I remember Master Yu that you said that even if you don't have yourself, those memories will still exist in your mind." Xu Fu walked to Meiren Yu's side, leaned down, and spoke softly.
Touched the flowers in front of me.
"Yes..." Poppy sighed softly, "Xu Fu, you should still remember what I said before about how I gained myself."
"You mean...the two machines we met outside the customs?" Xu Fu was stunned.
From Poppy's mouth, he also learned about a series of events that had occurred outside the customs that had a great impact on the Central Plains, among which two machines were crucial.
"Well, it was one of those two machines that gave me myself and made me understand... what pain is." Poppy covered her chest with lingering fear, but her face couldn't help but look a little dull.
red.
Xu Fu looked at Poppy's face with an expression of disbelief: "Don't you wait a moment? Master Yu, you...?"
Poppy returned to her normal expression and looked at Xu Fu strangely: "What's wrong?"
"Well... I mean... you were simply beaten up, right? This is obviously not a good memory! What are you missing!" Xu Fu was a little excited.
Said to Poppy.
"It's not that I miss you..." Poppy's eyes became evasive, and she covered half of her face with her slender fingers and wide sleeves. She looked pretty and delicious, and she was clearly missing, "
Just... I'm a little curious about what he said at that time..."
"Okay, curious? What are you curious about?" Xu Fu asked anxiously.
How could such a treasured beauty be tempted by a machine that can only kill? Are you kidding!?
I, Xu Fu, will definitely prevent such a thing from happening, Master Yu, Master Yu——
"Xu Fu? Xu Fu?"
Just, even if that machine saves the Central Plains, still——
"Xu Fu!" Poppy's voice sounded in Xu Fu's ears
"Ah?" Xu Fu was startled.
"Did you listen to what I just said?" Poppy looked at Xu Fu with a slightly strange look, "Although it is true that he beat me up at that time, it was indeed because of that time that I was able to give birth to myself.
Shouldn't I think about, um... thanking people?"
Xu Fu's expression was speechless.
Thank you? I think you want to send someone to death!
"Ignoring all of this, isn't that machine outside the Central Plains?" Xu Fu said with a frown.
"They are back." Poppy vowed, "Fate... will eventually arrange for me to meet him again."
...
"Liao Ye, do it again!"
"Ah...yes!"
On the martial arts field behind the Xiang family, Xiang An was competing with Liao Ye.
Both men held ordinary copper swords in their hands, and they were fighting face to face.
"Hey -" Xiang An stepped forward, leaned to the side, avoiding Liao Ye's chop, and hit Liao Ye's chest heavily with his shoulder.
"Uh--" Liao Ye was involuntarily knocked back by Xiang An, and Xiang An took this opportunity to continue to bully him at a very fast speed, leaving no chance for Liao Ye.
The bronze sword stopped in front of Liao Ye's neck. Liao Ye's body was so frightened that he could not help but loosen his grip. The bronze sword fell to the ground with a clang.
"Three moves, this result is even worse than before." Xiang Yu said while standing on the sidelines with a frown.
Liao Ye's body softened and he sat on the ground, sweating all over his body and breathing heavily.
"Are you okay?" Xiang An said dissatisfiedly, stretching out his hand to pull the tall Liao Ye up from the ground, "You clearly said you wanted me to guide you, so you should be more serious."
"Hug, I'm sorry, Master Xiang An..." Liao Ye said in a low voice with a gloomy expression.
"This should be Xiaoye's true level. He really needs guidance." Zijuan sat on the weapons rack, holding two long spears in his hands and swinging his legs.
Xiaoye felt ashamed and his face turned red.
"...No way." Xiang An looked uncomfortable, "With your level, how many years can you be a bully in Kuaiji?"
"I, uh..." Liao Ye scratched his face.
"You and Xiang An don't know how good they are at playing..." Xiang Yu said with a bit of difficulty, crossing his chest and frowning.
"Indeed, I sent it in three or four moves." Xiang Jing complained at the side.
"Ah haha, after all, Master Xiang An is too strong..." Liao Ye smiled "shyly", which made several people feel a little physically uncomfortable.
"Stop laughing, uh..." Xiang An said with disgust, thought for a moment, and finally looked at Zijuan, "Xiaojuan, how about you compare with Xiaoye?"
"Huh? Me?" Zijuan, who was sitting on the weapons rack, was stunned and pointed at himself.
"Xiang An, what do you want?" Xiang Yu pinched his chin thoughtfully.
"In short, we need to see what level Xiaoye is first, right? Otherwise, how can we provide guidance?" Xiang An seemed to take it for granted, "Xiaojuan should be the most suitable among us."
"Indeed." Xiang Yu and Xiang Jing nodded together.
"Okay." Zijuan pouted and sighed, then became excited again, "Come to Xiaoye, sister, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Liao Ye:......
Liao Ye is twenty-three years old this year, a few years older than Xiang Yu and Xiang An, but the group of people called him Xiao Ye very naturally, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Sighing, Liao Ye patted his face and said seriously: "That's offensive, Miss Fourth."
Putting the bronze sword back, Liao Ye and Zi Juan each stood in the martial arts arena holding a spear, while everyone else retreated to the edge of the arena.
Liao Ye had a little cold sweat on his face, but Zijuan, who was only ten years old, showed a confident smile.
One step forward, the tip of the spear was raised, and the girl said with high spirits: "Come on! You attack first!"
Liao Ye took a deep breath, his hand holding the spear tightened involuntarily, he closed his eyes for a second, and his eyes regained their sharpness.
Lowering his body and rushing forward, Liao Ye launched his own attack.