222 steal, the sword of the sword god~

"Dr. Wenwen?!"

Gao He woke up and found a man in white standing outside the window, still holding a sword in his hand. The arrogant and lonely appearance made Gao He's mind think of a person.

Gao He wondered in his heart, he didn't offend the great god, why did he appear outside his room at this time? Could it be that he inadvertently neglected this distinguished guest, or that he was hungry so late that he came to him and asked him to make him a supper?

Phew! What did he think, when the whole inn was the same doctor, and he regarded the dignified shopkeeper as the cook and the inn man.

Gao He plucked up the courage to open the door, no matter what, the labor sword god was in power, and he was uneasy. Even if the sword god really wanted to kill him, he could only stretch his neck and wait.

The sword god was carrying him on his back, holding the sword in his hand tightly, and the cold wind blew "he" shivering, but he still had no intention of turning back.

The closer Gao He got, the more he felt that something was wrong. Whether it is momentum or size, the version in front of it is much smaller. Everyone in the world knows that the owner of Ximen Zhuang is full of cold air, and the incomparable momentum is like a sharp sword unsheathed, even if he doesn't make a move, he can freeze to death.

And the person in front of him, the cold air can't freeze to death, and "he" himself was almost frozen to death by the cold wind. Looking closer, Gao He almost didn't scare half his life.

"Doctor Wenwen? ――”

Wen Shu glanced at her coldly, although her nose was red from the cold, tears were about to rush out. Those eyes were as red as rabbits, but Gao He was sure that she was looking at him coldly at the moment. It's as cold as ice and snow.

"Dr. Wen doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, why is he here?" It's scary. A girl's family, dressed up as the owner of Ximen Village in the middle of the night. Also ran out of a man's door. Although he is a little older, it does not affect the fact that he is a real man, and Miss Wen's move is really incomprehensible.

"I want to eat noodles." Cold, very cold.

“……”

"Eat three bowls of noodles, a bowl of golden flowers, a bowl of silver flowers, and a bowl of pearl flowers." Hey, hey, hey! This is a play that can't get in or out.

"......" Gao He only felt that countless yin winds were around him, and they kept drilling into his body. Wen Shu's lips moved and his face did not move, like a puppet, and muttered to him. Those big beautiful eyes. It doesn't seem to be turning, just staring at one point, and the tall shopkeeper is hairy all over.

"Doctor Wen, it's getting late, let's go back to the room and rest early~" The shopkeeper Gao said bitterly, thinking in his heart: This child is really worrying, if her father and mother knew, how worried they should be.

"No, I don't rest. I'm going to eat noodles. Wen Shu shook his head mechanically, "I want to eat three bowls, and the price will not be increased if they are spicy." ”

"Okay, okay, eat noodles, right? Then Dr. Wen will go down and sit down for a while, and I will go back to the house and put on some clothes, and ask someone to make them for you. ”

Wen Shu turned around. He really went downstairs with his sword.

Gao He saw that something was wrong, and he dared to stay longer. Hurriedly ran to the door of the Golden Jade Building. Report the matter to his boss.

Thinking back to Dr. Wen's example, there must be something wrong with this child. How could he cope with such a thing? It's better to leave it to the boss and Xie Xiaoji to bother, this is the right reason.

"What's wrong with the third lady, she pried us up in the middle of the night." Xie Xiaoji yawned and walked out of the house, this Gao He is really too much of a fuss, the third lady looks the same every day, what is so strange.

The Golden Bell Tower had already appeared under the hall, and when he heard that Wen Shu had an accident, his hair was not combed, so he closed his clothes and went downstairs.

When he came to the hall, he saw a man in white with his back to him, with a sword in his hand, looking like no one should enter.

The man's hair was draped behind his back, two strands of his forehead were pulled back with a white headband, and the hand without a sword held a teacup to his lips. The eyes are slightly narrowed, narrow and deep, and they glance at the person who comes with a slanted glance, but there is no movement.

"Yo! Who is this? Xie Xiaoji leaned back, looked left and right, and said with a smile.

With his eyesight, he only had to look at his head, and he knew who this man was.

"Xie Daxia, take a look, these three young ladies appeared outside the villain's door in the middle of the night. Don't say anything, just say that she wants to eat noodles, you see~"

He's an old man, but he's not like the young people like them. I was scared like this twice again, but I was not far from death.

"Where's the noodles?" Wen Shu waited left and right, but before she could wait for her beloved beef noodles, the sword god was angry.

The sword slammed to the ground, sorry, but there was no dust and sand, and there was not a big hole in the ground. There was nothing on the ground, but Wen Shu's hand was numb. He grinned secretly and rubbed his numb hands, but he didn't lose his momentum. As soon as he turned around, his hair was flying, thanks to the wind blowing outside in the middle of the night, which finally gave Wen Shu a little momentum.

"The noodles will be there soon, they will be there soon." Gao He was busy.

Wen Shu finally turned around and held her sword. In fact, her hands blew a lot of wind, and she only wore thin clothes in order to be cool, and the weather here was still very cold in the morning and evening. Wen Shu withdrew his hand and put it in his sleeve to cover it, but he didn't want others to see it, so he could only hold the sword.

Of course, it's no problem to hold the sword, and Ximen Ruohan often holds his cold sword. Regarding Ximen Ruohan's words and deeds, it was as if there was a specific program input into Wen Shu's mind, and he learned it as if he was learning it in a similar way. It's just that with Wen Shu's sometimes broken and broken face, there is an indescribable funny.

"That's it, that's it." After appeasing Wen Shu, Gao He said to Xie Xiaoji anxiously: "The third lady has been shouting to eat noodles every night for the past two days. Last night, I was very talkative, but tonight, I almost moved when I came up. How can this be good, Xie Daxia, Jin Wugongzi, is there something wrong with Dr. Wen? Gao He pointed to his brain and asked a few people.

"Ahem~" Jin Yulou coughed twice, and Gao He immediately lowered his head, knowing that he had lost his words. How can it be said that the master's friend is a madman, it is indeed rude.

However, in his heart, there were many doubts. Isn't Dr. Wen crazy like this? Beyond this one explanation, could there be a better explanation for Dr. Wen's recent weirdness?

"Shopkeeper Gao, Miss Wen is not crazy, she is just unwell and has been manipulated. It's better not to say these words. ”

"I see, I said that Dr. Wen is a good girl, why her temperament has changed so much, it turns out that it is because of the plot of the adulterer." Gao He suddenly felt sympathy, and felt that Wen Shu, how cute and pitiful the child was.

Immediately put up the face she wanted for Wen Shu, everyone was sick, how could they deal with a patient.

Wen Shu cared about her loneliness, and later a few people chirped crookedly, and she didn't care what they said. She just wants to eat noodles and eat three bowls now...... Besides, she couldn't understand what they were saying.

"The noodles are here, I'll give them to Dr. Wen."

Gao He personally held the face and presented it in front of Wen Shu. Wen Shu put the sword on the table, took out the bamboo chopsticks from the bamboo tube, lowered his head and ate slowly.

She chews the dough very slowly, and she looks very gentle. Each noodle is chewed carefully, as if there is no next meal after eating this meal.

"Is this what Simon Ruohan eats noodles like?" Xie Xiaoji bumped into the Admiralty Tower beside him and asked him.

"...... "Does Simon Ruohan eat noodles?" Maybe Xie Xiaoji wanted to ask this question more.

"And that sword ......" Xie Xiaoji touched his chin, "It's familiar, I've seen it somewhere, it's really similar to Ximen Ruohan's." ”

Jin Zhonglou also thought of this question, where did the sword in Miss Wen's hand come from? He didn't use a sword, and neither did Xie Xiaoji. Among so many people Wen Shu knew, only Brother Simon made the sword.

And Simon Ruohan's sword is even more impossible. Looking at the world, no one has been able to snatch the sword from Ximen Ruohan's hands.

But the smiles of the two quickly froze.

Xie Xiaoji's voice was a little wrong, "It won't really be what I guessed~"

Ximen Ruohan's cold sword, unparalleled in the world, is not how peculiar his sword is, but the value of a sword, often not the sword itself, but the person who makes the sword. There is really nothing strange about this sword, it is at most a little colder and more domineering than ordinary swords.

Why are you shivering with cold when you are Wen Shu? Do you really think the cold at night is so heavy?

Why are you Wen Shu there like a grandson, and the sword is slightly raised as if it wants her life?

Ximen Ruohan is really a pervert, where did he get a sword with such a heavy cold, it's so cold~

Sure enough, there is a price to be paid for being cool.

Wen Shu's little face was frozen purple, but the sword did not relax at all. Because the sword is the life of a swordsman for a swordsman. When she put down the sword, she gave up her life.

But if Wen Shu thinks that this price is only that, then she is wrong.

Not only did Jin Zhonglou's face change, but Xie Xiaoji also changed.

There was nervousness and anxiety in the shock, "Miss Wen, where did you get this sword?" ”

"Huh?" Wen Shu snorted lightly and ignored it. She is now the sword god, and she will take care of whoever you want to talk to her.

Jin Zhonglou was in a hurry, "Miss Wen, let's stop playing, and before Brother Ximen finds out, hurry up and return the sword." "If you let him know, then Wen Shu will be finished.

They didn't even have time to think about how Wen Shu had stolen the sword from Ximen Ruohan, why hadn't Ximen Ruohan noticed it at this time?

At that time, even if Jin Zhonglou and Xie Xiaoji protect each other with their lives, it will be difficult for Wen Shu, this girl, to come back. Dare to steal Ximen Ruohan's sword, even if he has a hundred heads, it is not enough for him to cut it.

Who would dare to bear the wrath of the sword god? I'm afraid that by then, Xie Xiaoji will have a hundred mustaches, which will not be enough to change Wen Shu's life.

Xie Xiaoji was also unprecedentedly solemn, and the lobby that was lively a moment ago was like an ice cave, like a real sword god descending. (To be continued......)