In Xu Fu's courtyard, in front of a garden, a beauty stopped.
She looked at the blooming flowers intently, her cherry lips slightly opened and her willow eyebrows frowned.
"Mr. Yu, what are you thinking about?" Xu Fu walked behind Yu Meiren. Xu Fu, who stood with Yu Meiren, looked a little thin and thin. "Since you drifted from outside the pass to this Central Plains and gained yourself, you have been looking depressed. Is there any reason?"
This was already a year after Yu Meiren came to the Central Plains.
After Xu Fu learned about Yu Meiren's true identity, he had no other thoughts. He just felt that such an older biological substance should be respected, so she called Yu Meiren to be Lord Yu.
"Ah, Xu Fu." After a year of familiarity, Yu Meiren has become familiar with the Central Plains and has become much more dignified. She responded with a smile, "It's just thinking about something, it's okay."
"Are you thinking about what happened before you get yourself? I remember Lord Yu, you said that even if you don't have yourself, those memories will still exist in your mind." Xu Fu walked to Yu Meiren, leaned down, and gently touched the flower in front of him.
"Yes..." Yu Meiren sighed softly, "Xu Fu, you should still remember the matter of how I gained myself."
"You mean... the two machines you encountered outside the customs?" Xu Fu was stunned.
From Yu Meiren's mouth, he also learned about a series of events that had happened outside the pass that had a great impact on the Central Plains, two of which were crucial.
"Well, it was one of those two machines that gave me self and made me understand... what pain is." Yu Meiren covered her chest with lingering fear, but her face couldn't help but turn red.
Xu Fu looked at Yu Meiren's face with a disbelief expression: "Aren't you waiting for a while? Lord Yu, you..."
Yu Meiren returned to her normal expression and looked at Xu Fu strangely: "What's wrong?"
"That...I mean... you were simply beaten up at that time, right? This is obviously not a good memory! What are you missing!" Xu Fu said to Yu Meiren with some excitement.
"It's not that I miss you..." Yu Meiren's eyes became dodging, her slender fingers and wide sleeves covered half of her face, looking beautiful 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?" Xu Fu asked urgently.
Such a treasure beauty will actually be moved by the killing machine? What a joke!?
I, Xu Fu, will definitely prevent such a thing from happening, Lord Yu, Lord Yu—
"Xu Fu?Xu Fu?"
Even if that machine saved the Central Plains, it would be
"Xu Fu!" Yu Meiren's voice sounded in Xu Fu's ears.
"Ah?" Xu Fu was startled.
"Are you listening to what I just said?" Yu Meiren looked at Xu Fu with a little strange look. "Although it was true that I beat me up at that time, I was indeed able to give birth to myself because of that time. Shouldn't I think about it, well... thanks to me?"
Xu Fu's expression was speechless.
Thank you? I think you want to give away the heads!
"I won't mention these for now. Isn't that machine outside the Central Plains?" Xu Fu said with a frown.
"They are back." Yu Meiren said confidently, "Fate... will eventually arrange for me to meet him."
......
"Liao Ye, come again!"
"Ah...yes!"
In the martial arts performance field behind the Xiang family, Xiang An was competing with Liao Ye.
Both of them were holding ordinary bronze swords in their hands and fighting head-on.
"Hey—" Xiang An stepped forward, tilted his body to the side, avoiding Liao Ye's slash, and his shoulders hit Liao Ye's chest heavily.
"Uh--" Liao Ye was involuntarily knocked back by Xiang An, and Xiang An took advantage of this opportunity to continue to bully himself, with extremely fast speed and no chance was left for Liao Ye.
The bronze sword stopped in front of Liao Ye's neck, which scared Liao Ye's whole body torture, and his hand couldn't help but relax. The bronze sword fell to the ground with a clang.
"Three moves, this result is worse than just now." Xiang Yu frowned and stood on the sidelines and said.
Liao Ye's body softened and he sat on the ground, sweating all over his body, and gasping violently.
"Are you okay?" Xiang An said dissatisfiedly, stretched out his hand to pull the tall Liao Ye up from the ground, "I clearly said that I would like to guide you, at least be more serious."
"Hug, sorry, Lord Xiang An..." Liao Ye said in a low voice.
"This should be Xiaoye's true level, and he really needs guidance." Zijuan sat on the weapon stand, grabbing the spearmen with two long spears, shaking her legs.
Xiaoye felt ashamed and his face turned red.
"...No," 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 Anda can't tell how good you are..." Xiang Yu hugged his chest with a little difficulty and frowned.
"Indeed, it was sent in three or four moves." Xiang Jing complained.
"Ah haha, after all, Lord Xiang An is too strong..." Liao Ye smiled "shyly", showing a little physical discomfort to several people.
"Stop laughing, uh..." Xiang An said disgustedly, thought for a moment, and finally looked at Zijuan, "Xiaojuan, why don't you come and compete with Xiaoye?"
"Oh? Am I?" Zijuan, who was sitting on the weapon stand, was stunned and pointed at herself.
"Xiang An, do you want to?" Xiang Yu pinched his chin thoughtfully.
"Anyway, we have to see what Xiaoye is at first? Otherwise, how to guide us." Xiang An seemed to be a matter of course, "Xiaojuan should be the most suitable among us."
"Yes." Xiang Yu and Xiang Jing nodded together.
"Okay." Zijuan pouted and sighed, then became excited again, "Come to Xiaoye, sister will 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 this group of people called him Xiaoye very naturally and didn't adapt to it at all.
Sighing, Liao Ye patted his face and said seriously: "That's offending, Miss Four."
After putting the bronze sword back, Liao Ye and Zijuan stood in the martial arts field with a spear, and the others retreated to the edge of the venue.
Liao Ye had a little cold sweat on his face, but Zijuan, who was only ten years old, showed a confident smile.
With one kick, the spear tip was raised, and the girl said with great fighting spirit: "Come on! You attack first!"
Liao Ye took a deep breath, his hand holding the spear tightened involuntarily, closed his eyes and rested for a second, and his eyes returned to sharpness.
Lowering his body and rushing forward suddenly, Liao Ye launched his own attack.
Chapter completed!