Mo Yutian has no experience in love, and her adolescence was spent in intense training and various hunting missions.

Facing sandbags, stakes, and gun targets every day, she doesn't even have a YY object.

However, it is not for nothing that she really imagines what her other half should be.

First of all, you must have good looks.

Secondly, to have perfect biceps, no less than six abdominal muscles, preferably with a tempting MAX mermaid line and a male dog waist that makes people think of it, strong thighs, slender calves, height can not be less than 1.8 meters, dress thin, undress with flesh......

As for whether the personality is suitable or not, please meet the above two conditions first.

Sorry, good looks and good figure means you can do whatever you want.

She thought that such conditions were not harsh, after all, she had grabbed a lot of such appearances in their killer organization, but she didn't have much time to communicate.

Because when she had free time, she became obsessed with reading novels and playing games, and became a dry girl at "work" and at home.

The Maitreya Buddha-like figure in front of her is naturally very different from the Prince Charming in her heart.

She was not satisfied.

Although she knows that in ancient times, she paid attention to "the words of the matchmaker of the parents", and the prerequisite was that she had to be passable before she could try to follow the local customs.

And she remembered that Red Sleeves mentioned that the original owner's father and eldest brother passed away a month ago, which means that no one in the family should be able to control her, right?

Mo Yutian frowned and said, "Red sleeves, how to get out of the marriage?" ”

Red Sleeves is simple and straightforward, answering all questions, and said: "Divorce, it's usually to return the dowry and letter of appointment and add some compensation or something......" She reacted as she spoke, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Ah, Miss, do you want to withdraw from the marriage!" ”

Mo Yutian hurriedly covered her mouth, afraid of attracting the attention of others, and booed: "No, I'll ask casually." ”

Her worries were a little superfluous, and the people around her were already completely on the "Maitreya Buddha".

Some traders from other cities also asked who the "Maitreya Buddha" was.

"You don't even know who he is?"

"This is the number one benevolent person in Shuiyun County, the eldest young master of the Lu family, Lu Qian."

"What is this going to do?" A passerby asked.

"The doctor in Shuiyun County doesn't let these homeless people enter the city, no, Young Master Lu can't stand it."

A high-pitched cry rang out: "It's a soup kitchen—"

Lu Qian's servants had already set up the greenhouse, and several servants carried a large wooden barrel down, put it behind, lifted the lid of the barrel, and a burst of fragrance came out wantonly, and even Mo Yu tilted his nose and couldn't help moving.

Lu Qian was lazily sitting on a sturdy little guy who was half-lying on his stomach at this time, shaking his feather fan and waving his hand forward.

A man in a brown and black robe immediately stepped forward and waved his hand at the crowd that gathered up: "Everyone line up on this side, don't crowd!" Lu Gongzi soup porridge, one bowl per person, those who see it have a share! If you come forward to rob or cut in line indiscriminately, you will be expelled immediately! ”

When everyone heard this, they consciously lined up in an orderly manner.

Mo Yutian frowned slightly and looked at them with a faint smile.

There were also many people in the queue who wanted to enter the city to beg for porridge, and the queue was shortened a lot.

Although this soup soup is a good deed, she does not have a trace of good feelings.

Hunger is real, though.

Smelling the bursts of incense wafting over, he immediately swallowed his mouth and saliva involuntarily.

She had only eaten half a sweet potato in the morning and had already digested it.

Now don't say it's a bowl of porridge for her, the whole bucket is estimated to be able to eat.

Red Sleeves pursed her lips, her little eyes moved back and forth between the porridge and the ink language, thinking, what is the identity of the young lady, it is naturally impossible to take the initiative to ask for porridge.

She said smartly, "Miss, the slave went over to help you ask for a bowl of porridge, right?" ”