Xiao Han looked at Wan Qixiang in front of him, knowing that her eyes were not on him, however, he still kept a smile and said

"Wan Qixiang, just ......"

However, before Xiao Han could say what he wanted to say, Wan Qixiang withdrew his eyes from the outside of the pavilion and looked back at him and interrupted

"Xiao Han, you should know that I don't like you."

"yes, I know."

Although he had already been mentally prepared, he had to say that when he heard Wan Qixiang's words again, Xiao Han still felt a little bitter in his heart.

However, it was his own choice.

When a wisp of breeze slipped in from outside the pavilion, Wan Qixiang took off the black hat, and her amber eyes were revealed, looking at Xiao Han silently with a faint coldness.

She put down the hat casually, her long inky hair was slightly lifted along the breeze and scattered behind her, her fair skin looked as pure and transparent as snow in the sunlight, and even when she raised her hand slightly, the blue veins on her arms were clearly visible.

The delicate and tall nose bridge, the pale golden eyes like amber, and the red lips like Dan are wonderfully combined on that small goose egg face.

When she turned her head to glance out of the pavilion again, Xiao Han finally couldn't help but say something

"Wan Qixiang, I know you don't like me, but is it a little unfair to me who has won the ring by looking at other men all the time."

Hearing Xiao Han's words, Wan Qixiang also seemed to realize that she was a little too cold to him just now, so she retracted her gaze as if nothing had happened, and then said with a hint of apology

"It's me who was rude, Xiao Gongzi."

"It's fine."

Xiao Han said, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened slightly.

After all, he always knew that he was not Wan Qixiang's sweetheart.

Seeing Xiao Han, who even knew that he couldn't let go of that person, he still came to participate in the martial arts competition to show such a calm smile, Wan Qixiang suddenly felt that she was a little too impulsive, but since her words had been released, she would definitely not take them back easily, thinking about this, she said

"Xiao Han, I just said I would give you a chance."

"I know, but I know that you don't like me, is it really good to force yourself like this?"

Xiao Han's smile remained unchanged, and he tried his best to make his tone calm and have a conversation with Wan Qianxiang, so as not to embarrass Wan Qixiang for anything.

"But you took my sword anyway."

Knowing that Xiao Han was still caring about herself even so, Wan Qixiang silently looked away from Xiao Han, she didn't seem to be as calm as she imagined.

"Well, because I can't fool myself."

To Wan Qianxiang's surprise, Xiao Han's straightforward answer made her heart tremble, however, next, Xiao Han continued

"But, since you said you would give me a chance, then I'll wait."

With that, he got up, turned and walked out of the room.

Seeing this, Wan Qixiang hurriedly stopped Xiao Han and said

"Xiao Han, where are you going?"

"Go home."

Xiao Han said without looking back, but in the next second, he only felt a warmth on his back, and the soft touch stabbed him like an electric shock, and his white and pure arms circled his body from behind, Wan Qixiang lowered his head slightly, leaned lightly on his back, and said

"I said that I would give you a chance, and I hope you can agree to this condition."

"I don't want charity, Wan Qixiang."

Although Xiao Han really likes Wan Qixiang very much, it is precisely because he really likes Wan Qixiang that it is difficult to tolerate the feelings bound by this condition, which neither he nor Wan Qixiang should have.

However, Wan Qixiang felt that she was willing.

"I'm not going to give you charity, this opportunity was won by you Xiao Han with your strength, isn't it?"

“…… Well, I see, tell me about your conditions. ”

Try his best to tell Xiao Han that once this sentence is said, it will be difficult to take it back, but in the face of Wan Qixiang, he can't be ruthless - because he likes it, so he agrees, even if the result is an abyss, I'm afraid he will be willing at that time.

What's more, he believed that Wan Qixiang was not that kind of person, at least, she would directly and clearly state her feelings for her, instead of deliberately making him guess.

This kind of cruel gentleness, sometimes, really makes him feel complicated.

"Marry me and help me get out of marriage. Then, stay by my side for the rest of your life. ”

"Do you want to divorce that person?"

After listening to Wan Qixiang's words, Xiao Han was silent for a moment, and then said.

Wan Qixiang hesitated at first, but her eyes sank slightly, and she replied quickly

"Yes."

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

And Wan Qixiang and Xiao Han still maintained the action just now, and they didn't have time to distance themselves.

The person who came was Mo Ziwei.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent like this, and Mo Ziwei looked at Wan Qixiang who was hugging Xiao Han from behind—even, after he came in, Wan Qixiang didn't let go of the hands that held Xiao Han.

"When did you and him happen?"

Trying to suppress the anger and impulsiveness in his heart, Mo Ziwei's eyes crossed Xiao Han and stared at Wan Qixiang tightly.

And just when Xiao Han thought that Wan Qixiang would dissociate herself from him at this time, Wan Qianxiang hugged her arm from behind but tightened it slightly, she pressed slightly, and then replied

"As you can see."

"Wan Qixiang, our marriage contract hasn't been canceled yet, do you know what you're talking about now?"

Hearing this, Wan Qixiang, who looked back at Mo Ziyu, had bottomless eyes, she turned her head and said lightly

"What about you? Isn't it also a new love? ”

"That's not ......"

Mo Ziwei subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and ask something, but he thought of what Wan Qixiang had just done in the ring. Also, it turned out that the sight at that time was not his illusion.

"What's not?"

Seeing that Mo Zilu looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, Wan Qixiang opened his mouth and asked.

However, Mo Ziwei didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly shook his head and said

"In that case, let go of your own freedom, I'll say later that I'll invite Miss Su to tea, so I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, Mo Ziwei turned around and left, and from beginning to end, he didn't look at Xiao Han.

There was no explanation, no unnecessary questioning, and no angry shouting, Wan Qixiang suddenly felt that everything was just her own passion.

However, she didn't regret it now, after all, she already knew that in Mo Ziwei's heart, those grand deeds were far more important than anything to marry her.

"The one who wants to get out of the marriage is him."

Xiao Han, who was ignored by Mo Zijing, suddenly opened his mouth when he sensed that Wan Qixiang was about to let go of himself.

"Hmm."

"You just did it on purpose, right?"

Xiao Han then asked.

“…… Well. ”

Unexpected, but reasonable answer, Xiao Han shook his head with a wry smile, then turned to look at Wan Qixiang who was standing there, and gave his own answer

"Conditions, I agreed, I hope you will do what you say, Wan Qixiang."

"I will, Xiao Han."

Although, she doesn't like him, but once she gets married, the fake will become real, right?

"Also, can I ask one more thing?"

"Well, just ask."

"Do you like him?"

“…… Maybe, but it doesn't make much sense, after all, the person next to him is not me. ”

Wan Qixiang turned around and walked to the pavilion, looking down at the bustling street under the pavilion, and replied.

"Why doesn't it make sense? You've both made a marriage contract, and if you like him, you should make it clear, shouldn't you? If no one says anything, isn't this a big misunderstanding? ”

Hearing Xiao Han's words, Wan Qixiang was a little surprised, she looked back and smiled

"Xiao Han, to him, I'm just a dispensable person, just now, he didn't even want to make fire, what do you think?"

"Maybe he's trying to save face. If I were, I wouldn't want to be angry with my beloved. ”

Xiao Han frowned and replied.

"Hehe, Xiao Han, why do you want to help your opponent speak, don't forget, I can only be with you if I divorce him."

Wan Qixiang hid her face and smiled, she looked at Xiao Han who was staring at her with a serious face, and said.

“……”

Xiao Han looked at Wan Qixiang in front of him and reacted like this, sighed helplessly, and then said

"Anyway, I hope the final result will make you happy."

On the outskirts of Rain City, on a crescent-shaped lake, a wood-colored pleasure boat is being held, and on the pleasure boat, Su Yanxue and Mo Ziwei are standing side by side

"I didn't expect Miss Su to really appreciate her face, it's really Mo's honor."

"There is no need to say more compliments, but you look a little preoccupied with your face, Young Master Mo."

"No, no, I can be accompanied by a beauty like Miss Su, it's too late for Mo to feel comfortable, how can he be so preoccupied?"

"Mo Gongzi, my heart has nothing to do with the beauty not being around, what's more, I think the beauty in Mo Gongzi's heart probably belongs to something else."

"Miss Su really doesn't save half of Mo's face, but today, since it is the tea placed by Mo, Miss Su will not be disappointed."

"I hope so."

Su Yanxue paused, replied, and with that, she turned around and walked towards the pleasure boat, although the wind from the lake was blowing from the other side and made people feel very cool, but she preferred to stay inside the cruise ship and drink tea.

Seeing Su Yanxue turn around and enter the cabin, Mo Ziwei also turned around and walked towards the cabin, he followed behind Su Yanxue and said

"I wonder if Miss Su has heard of the legend of the butterfly god?"

Su Yanxue's eyes moved slightly—was it really because of that legend and wanted warrant that she came to the door?

However, she was still very calm and authentic on her face

"I've heard of it, what's wrong?"

"Then about the legends of the butterfly god, does Miss Su have any questions of interest that she would like to ask?"

"If I ask, will Mo Gongzi be able to answer?"

Su Yanxue walked to the table and sat down, and then rubbed the teacup in front of her—it contained fragrant tea.

Looking at Su Yanxue's series of actions, Mo Ziwei knew that Su Yanxue was beginning to be interested in his words, so he smiled

"If Miss Su wants to ask, Mo will definitely know everything."

"Very good, then I want to ask Mo Gongzi if he knows the relationship between this spirit butterfly and the butterfly god?"

I didn't expect Su Yanxue to directly mention the matter of the spirit butterfly, Mo Ziwei was stunned at first, and for a moment he wasn't sure if this Su Yanxue recognized him, but in the face of Su Yanxue's cold and emotionless gaze, Mo Ziwei maintained a calm appearance

"This relationship is a long story, I don't know if Miss Su has enough patience to listen to me slowly."

Hearing this, Su Yanxue stopped rubbing her hand on the teacup, her lips opened slightly, and her eyes drooped

"Absolutely."