A small wooden table, a worn-out chair, placed casually on the side of the alley, a canvas, propped up on the top of the head, in order to protect from the sun and rain on weekdays, but now it also blocks the dark red light overhead, which makes people feel at ease for no reason.

A bowl of wontons, a little sesame oil, and sprinkle some fresh green onions, steaming, fragrant, but a bit of appearance, so that the mouth has an appetite.

There was a large bowl in the corner of the table, with chopsticks and spoons for self-picking, Song Wenji happily took the white porcelain spoon, squinted her eyes and smelled the aroma, took a deep breath, and showed a somewhat satisfied look on her face.

Lu Chen looked at her from the side, and then also looked at the bowl of the same wonton in front of him, and after hesitating for a moment, he also picked up a spoon and scooped a mouthful of soup and tasted it.

Song Wenji was not in a hurry to eat, showing a little expectation, looked at Lu Chen and said with a smile: "How is it, is it delicious?" Saying that, she sighed again and said, "This is an old stall for many years, I ate it here when I was a child, and it tastes so delicious." ”

Lu Chen looked at the bowl of wontons in front of him, but the glimmer in the depths of his eyes flashed, and then he raised his eyes to look at Song Wenji.

This woman is in the Tianlu Hall and even the True Immortal League, relying on her identity as the righteous daughter of the Iron Kettle True Monarch, she can be said to be a popular figure in the younger generation. Even if she can't be completely unscrupulous on weekdays, most of the time, she should be free and do whatever she wants.

It's been a few years since she entered the Heavenly Law Hall, but in the past few years, listening to the meaning of her words, it seems that she has never returned here to eat something she never forgets?

Is it because she's been too busy all these years to come over, or is there something else?

And these faint words will reveal a little bit of privacy, ordinary people can just hear it, but for Lu Chen, it is easy to detect the subtleties and inappropriateness. It's just that it stands to reason that Song Wenji wouldn't know Lu Chen's identity and the suspicions of these words, but she still said this, what does this mean?

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, but he didn't answer Song Wenji's words about whether it was delicious or not, but smiled at her and said, "It seems that you are in a good mood today, have you had any good things recently?"

"There's nothing good, there's a lot of bad things, bad things, and a lot of bad things. Song Wenji sighed, scooped a little soup with a spoon, but didn't drink it in her mouth, seemed to be a little afraid of burning, turned it twice in the bowl, and said, "I heard about the incident in the rain tower on the mountain a few days ago, do you know?"

"Well, I went over that night, and I watched from the outside. Lu Chen said.

Song Wenji glanced at him, for some reason he seemed a little embarrassed, and his cheeks were slightly red, at that moment he was really delicate and moving. She was a little shy, a little melancholy, sighed, and said, "I'm embarrassed, did you see it that night, I'm embarrassed, right?"

Lu Chen said: "It's a little embarrassing, but when it comes to losing face, there is no such thing." It has nothing to do with you, it's the thief who did evil, he deserved to die, but you were innocent and implicated. ”

Song Wenji's eyes wandered, like a sparkling gem, but there was no meaning of the little daughter's sad tears, she always seemed to be more heroic and strong in her beauty and charm, and rarely saw her weak.

She thought for a while, thought about it and said: "What you said makes sense, but it's a pity that the world is like this, the woman was humiliated, even if she never lost her body, but there are rumors and rumors that don't stop." She looked at Lu Chen and asked, "In the past few days, have you heard those rumors about me?"

Lu Chen was silent, he didn't know what to say for a while, such rumors, to be honest, he did hear it, in this male-respected cultivation world, for a beautiful woman and that kind of torn clothes at night, there will naturally be people who have their brains open and imagine many things and scenes on their own.

In these matters, Lu Chen sometimes felt that there was no difference between a monk and a mortal.

He didn't speak, and Song Wenji naturally knew the answer, shrugged her shoulders, but didn't look particularly angry, just smiled and said, "But it looks like you don't believe it, that's not bad." There are very few people like you anymore, and I thank you. ”

Lu Chen waved his hand and said, "If I really believe those nonsense, I will be stupid." ”

Song Wenji stared at him with bright eyes, the expression on his face seemed to be a little complicated, and after a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked Lu Chen, "I heard that you were born as a shadow in the Floating Cloud Division a long time ago?"

Lu Chen's heart froze slightly, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he nodded: "That's true." ”

Song Wenji seemed to sigh with emotion, and said, "To be able to go from a shadow that no one knows to now become a disciple of the True Monarch above ten thousand people under one person in the Floating Cloud Division, your experience can really be said to be a legend." ”

"It's just a bit of luck. Lu Chen said lightly, then glanced at her, smiled and said, "Okay, why are you suddenly interested in my past?"

Song Wenji stopped talking.

On this oppressive and gloomy morning, in this lively mortal street, they sat on the shabby tables and chairs in the crowd, like an ordinary human couple. They looked at each other, their faces calm, and the people around them didn't seem to notice anything, and they used the fireworks to hide the faint color in their eyes.

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"Be a shadow...... What does it feel like?"

Song Wenji's white fingers, carrying the white porcelain spoon, rotated in the wonton bowl in front of her. In the crisp sound of the porcelain spoon gently colliding with the bowl wall, the soup was not as hot as before, and a trace of white smoke rose up, making her face look a little blurry.

Lu Chen thought to himself that she hadn't eaten a bite of wontons yet.

After muttering for a while, Lu Chen said: "Probably because I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, I'm scared every day, my heart is always hanging, I always feel that maybe the next moment, I will be stabbed to death, or besieged and caught by a group of people, and then tortured to death." ”

Song Wenji's fingers paused, and in that thin white air, she raised her head and looked at Lu Chen, and after a while, she said softly, "That taste is not pleasant, right?"

"It's a bad feeling, so I chose to stab someone to death with a knife myself. Lu Chen said with a little self-deprecation, then stretched out one of his palms and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Look, this is blood-stained." ”

Suddenly, in the white air, Song Wenji's hand suddenly pierced over and held Lu Chen's hand.

Lu Chen's expression froze, and he almost subconsciously shrank back, but his eyes did not look at Song Wenji, but glanced around his body, and a fierce intent spread out around his body in an instant, and then dissipated again.

"I didn't call an ambush to kill you here. Song Wenji said, "After all, you are the most beloved and only disciple of Tianlan Zhenjun, if something happens to you, no one can afford the wrath of that person, not even me, at that time, I am afraid that even my stepfather will not be able to protect me." ”

Lu Chen smiled and said, "It seems that I still have a good backer." ”

Song Wenji's eyes were slightly confused, looking at the palm in his hand, this man's skin was not delicate, and there was a rough and solid feeling coming from the tentacles, as if he was used to holding blades and axes, but for some reason, there was no imaginary bloody gas.

"Shadows are not good...... she said quietly.

Lu Chen looked at her and didn't speak.

Then, she really went on again, as if she was a little emotional, and a little contemptuous, and said: "It's a pity that some people still rack their brains to do it." ”

Lu Chen looked at her without blinking, the smile on his face slowly dissipated, and his complexion was a little cold.

Song Wenji didn't seem to care and let go of her hand, but Lu Chen suddenly turned over her palm and grabbed her slender, fair, weak and boneless palm at once.

Song Wenji raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were like water.

Lu Chen looked at her for a while, the frost on his face gradually receded, and after another moment, he let go of his hand and said gently: "Eat early, otherwise it should be cold." ”

Song Wenji glanced down at the bowl of wontons, scooped a spoon with her fingers and drank a sip of soup, but she shook her head, her face was indifferent, she stood up, and said, "It's not delicious, the taste when I was a child is gone." ”

As she spoke, she dropped her spoon and turned to walk, and it didn't take long for her to leave this warm and lively alley, but in the eyes of the cultivators, it seemed to be a little lowly and ordinary, and she walked away without looking back.