Gu Wei turned sideways to avoid Song Yan's movements, pursed his thin lips, and a trace of killing intent faintly appeared in his eyes.

It's that he thinks too much.

What kind of person is Song Yan, and what does it have to do with him? It's just a dying person anyway.

There are some things that don't need to be delved into at all.

Gu Wei raised his hand and picked up the chopsticks, and the cold air around his body refused to be thousands of miles away.

Song Yan grabbed the void unexpectedly, and sighed pretending to regret: "It seems that there is no need to be a husband." ”

Finally let Gu Wei eat obediently, Song Yan's heart relaxed a little, although Gu Wei didn't speak or shouted pain, but silent resistance was more troublesome than seeking death and life, and he was quite worried about Gu Wei's hunger strike or something......

After all, judging from Song Yan's experience in reading stories, there was no shortage of stories in ancient times that proved innocence by death.

Isn't that what is written in the book?

The woman who was forcibly robbed would rather die than obey, and the woman who was bullied jumped into the lake and threw herself into the well......

Now I still have the desire to survive in Gu Wei, this is a good thing, if you look at everything a little bit, maybe it will be clear?

It's a lot easier for you.

Song Yan sat aside and began to eat slowly, or the food can make people forget their troubles the most, he originally had a stable job, not rich but comfortable life, inexplicably dressed into this world, the original owner still left a bunch of messes, it is really a little bad...... Now it seems that the only good thing is that the life is superior, and the original owner deserves to be a rich young master.

A table of delicacies like this, in his world, there are no one or two thousand in the restaurant, he is reluctant, and now he can eat it at every moment.

And there are a lot of novelties and delicacies that he doesn't have in that world.

When you think about it this way, there's nothing wrong with that.

Song Yan has always understood that there is always happiness, there must be gains if there are losses, and everything is coming, it is better to think about how to live the moment.

It's a good thing that Gu Wei doesn't like him, what this person is most afraid of is that he owes emotional debts, and he can't tell if he can't finish it, it's a troublesome thing.

Since Gu Wei was forced, then this matter would be easy to do, just be one more partner to live.

The well water does not interfere with the river water, so it is good to gather and disperse.

Song Yan put down his chopsticks, slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, and glanced sideways at Gu Wei.

Gu Wei had already finished eating, and then leaned back there with his eyes closed and recuperated, cold and indifferent.

Song Yan was thoughtful.

It is not a matter of time for Gu Wei to heal this injury, let him lie in bed like this every day, it is inconvenient not to say it, I am afraid that the child will suffer from depression or something, after all, his situation is already very bad......

I simply have nothing to do in the afternoon, so I just go and buy a wheelchair for Gu Wei, so that Gu Wei is convenient and I can save myself some worries.

Do what you think.

Song Yan went out with Nan Yan.

Although the scene of Suming City has been known from the memory of the original owner, but when he is down-to-earth and walks on the streets where people come and go, the sense of reality comes out at once.

Song Yan was not in a hurry, walking and strolling.

The street where he was located was full of shops on both sides, pedestrians were well-dressed, and teahouses and restaurants were overcrowded, making it a lively and prosperous scene.

Song Yan walked carelessly, and suddenly heard someone calling him, looked up, and saw a carved beam on the second floor of the attic, and the girls with flowers and branches shook their handkerchiefs and smiled: "Young Master Song, come up and sit~ Young Master Song, the slave family has been waiting for you for a long time~"

Song Yan quickly glanced at the attic plaque: Cherish the Flower Building.

He immediately looked away without squinting, but he didn't see it, but his steps quickened without a trace.

Nan Yan trotted to keep up with Song Yan's footsteps, wondering in his heart, isn't the young master a frequent visitor to Xihualou? How can I avoid it today, just now the green banyan girl called the young master, and the young master is the same as if he didn't hear it......

Oh yes, the young master is now a person who has a wife, is this afraid that it will reach the ears of the young lady?

Song Yan walked briskly for a few minutes, until he couldn't hear the call at all, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when the guy at the door of the attic next to him saw him, he immediately smiled and stepped forward to solicit: "Young Master Song has just gotten married, and his luck must be good, so it's better to come today." ”

Song Yan looked at the plaque in the attic again: Jinyufang.

Good guys, the solicitors in the gambling house are not far behind.

Song Yan turned around expressionlessly and went directly into the shop opposite the gambling house.

Before the soliciting guy came back to his senses, Song Yan ran away, and couldn't help but stand there with a blank face.

Nan Yan was also at a loss.

He really can't understand it at this time, the young master just married a bride, and he can understand it if he doesn't drink flower wine, why didn't he even go to the gambling house?

As soon as Song Yan entered the door, he found that this was a rouge shop, and sighed helplessly, so he could only pretend to look down at things.

It's not a good thing that the original owner is too famous, and old friends and acquaintances are everywhere.

The joy of shopping is gone.

That's it, I've seen a lot along the way anyway, so let's go back early.

The shopkeeper of the rouge shop also knew Song Yan, Song Yan had brought girls over before, and he was generous every time, but it was the first time he came alone.

"Young Master Song, we bought a new batch of rouge yesterday, the color and texture are very good, you can give it away, make sure the girls like it." The shopkeeper enthusiastically sells.

Song Yan said absentmindedly: "Then let's have some." ”

Nan Yan finally stopped being confused, the young master was still the same young master, he immediately stepped forward and shot a silver ticket.

The shopkeeper suddenly couldn't see the smiling eyes, and bent down to take Nan Yan to pick up rouge.

Song Yan lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

He can be regarded as shopping all over here today, but there are all kinds of things, but there are no wheelchairs for sale, which is inconvenient in ancient times, and it is particularly troublesome to buy something.

It seems that I can only buy some wood and go back and make it myself, but fortunately it is not a complicated thing.

Waiting for Nan Yan to come out with a large bag of rouge, Song Yan went straight to the carpenter's shop.

The shopkeeper of the carpenter shop was flattered to see Song Yan come in, Young Master Song usually passed through the door and did not enter, he asked cautiously, "What does Young Master Song need?" ”

Song Yan swept his eyes here and asked, "What kind of wood is strong and tough?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Yes, I have a good century-old cansuzuki, which is guaranteed to meet your requirements, and it is absolutely excellent to make furniture, but the price is a little expensive......"

Song Yan said directly: "Well, then let's have some and transport it directly to the Song Mansion." ”

The shopkeeper said in his heart, Young Master Song is really rich! He didn't even ask about the price, he bent down and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll send it to you right away." ”

Song Yan was about to go back after finishing his errands, but as soon as he went out, he saw a ragged beggar kneeling in front of him with a broken bowl, this beggar looked not young, his hair was gray and skinny, and he pleaded in a low voice: "Good people do good deeds......

Song Yan couldn't bear it, anyway, he was not short of money now, and he was about to give alms, but before he could speak in a hurry, he saw Nan Yan kick the beggar away, and scolded: "What dare to stand in the way of our young master!" Don't get out of the way yet! ”

As he spoke, he kicked a few times in anger, and the old beggar could only huddle on the ground with his head in his hands.

Song Yan's eyebrows furrowed, and he snorted coldly: "Enough." ”

Nan Yan heard Song Yan's voice, and when he turned his head to Song Yan's cold face, he suddenly felt a spirit, what did he do wrong?

He is the best at observing words and feelings, knowing that Song Yan is unhappy, but he doesn't know what he is doing wrong, and he is at a loss when he stands there.

Song Yan's indifferent gaze swept over Nan Yan, but he was just a little guy of the original owner, he didn't take it to heart before, and now that he thinks about it, what kind of good thing can he be doing nonsense behind the original owner all day long? It's just a few songs that are ready to meet the tiger.

Song Yan was a little unhappy in his heart, and said lightly: "Give money and apologize." ”

Nan Yan was confused and very puzzled, but he never wanted to be right or wrong, and only obeyed Song Yan. Hearing this, he immediately took out the silver and gave it to the beggar, and reluctantly said sorry, but in the end, he disliked the beggar and did not come forward to help.

Song Yan's face sank like water, and he flicked his sleeves and turned around to go home.

………………

As soon as Song Yan stepped into Yunxue Garden, he saw Caishang coming over: "Young master, someone sent a lot of wood over just now, saying that you wanted it." ”

Song Yan bowed: "Yes." ”

After speaking, he looked back at Nanyan.

Nan Yan was in a nervous mood along the way, and when he saw Song Yan looking over, he immediately showed a flattering smile.

Song Yan said lightly: "Rouge hand it over to Caishang, you go and help me find some tools for carpentry, and then ...... There's nothing to do, so you don't have to come and wait. ”

Nan Yan's face suddenly fell, it was more ugly than crying, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only hand over the rouge to Caishang and turn his head to look for tools.

Caishang looked at Nan Yan's back curiously, wasn't it okay before going out? The young master used to like Nan Yan the most, what's the matter, didn't Nan Yan offend the young master?

Song Yan said casually: "You can share these rouges with the maids in the yard." ”

Caishang glanced at the rouge in her arms, this is the rouge of Qianxue Pavilion, so she gave them a share? The young master is really generous!

At this time, how can you still have the heart to care about Nanyan's affairs.

Rubge went with great interest.

The sun is very good today, the snow is melting, and the yard is not so cold, Song Yan looked at the wood in the yard and touched it, the texture is very good, it is enough to make a wheelchair.

Soon Nan Yan found the tools.

Song Yan weighed it for a moment, then tied up his sleeves and began to work.

Seeing Song Yan doing things in the yard, I was afraid that he would be cold, so I hurriedly brought a few charcoal basins over, the basins were burning with gold wire charcoal, covered with hollow carved copper covers, and the heat was curling and I didn't feel scorching, and the whole yard was warmer.

A group of delicate girls with a clever smile, clever and sensible, someone saw that Song Yan was tired, so they took a fragrant handkerchief to help Song Yan wipe his sweat.

Caishang brought back a bowl of fruit with a crystal bowl, the fruit looks similar to grapes, but the color is crystal clear red, which looks very tempting, Caishang put the fruit in water to soak it warm, and then peeled the skin little by little with her fingertips and sent it to Song Yan's mouth.

Song Yan paused, opened his mouth and tasted one, it was sweet and juicy, very delicious.

He had just finished cutting the leg of the chair in his hand at this time, and a maid next to him immediately reached out and helped him take it and put it aside.

There was also a maid in the back who helped him knead his shoulders.

Song Yan experienced the happiness of the rich, and sighed in his heart, these maids are really dedicated, he has nothing to repay, so he will give them a salary increase next time.

The door was open.

Gu Wei leaned on the side of the bed, his cold gaze falling on the courtyard.

The warblers and swallows in this courtyard are surrounded, looking at Song Yan's enjoyment, thinking that it is the same on weekdays, and he does not change his nature at all.

In this way, it is no different from the rumors.

It was he who was overthinking before.

Of course, a group of little girls are lively together, and Song Yan is busy here, so they gather around to eat melon seeds and chat.

Talk about everything from family lengths, hero anecdotes, and ancient oddities......

The warm sun in winter, laughter and laughter.

Song Yan sharpened the chair leg in his hand while listening to the little girls chatting, but he was so comfortable and leisurely.

"I heard that a few days ago, Young Master Zhao secretly went to the Qinglou and was caught by Young Master Zhao, and he broke his leg when he went back!"

"Young Lady Zhao is a monk, dealing with Young Master Zhao, it's not just a matter of being caught, hehe."

"Fortunately, our young lady is gentle and beautiful, otherwise what would the young master do~"

Song Yan: ...... You're getting bolder.

"I really envy those monks, it is said that the triennial selection of the Xianmen is coming, I don't know what kind of talents there are, this time I can be favored by the Xianmen......"

"If you want to talk about the pride of the sky, who can compare to the young master of the Xianmen Sect Zong Yao, it is said that he is also extremely good-looking."

"Young Master of Xianmen, naturally it is incomparable, I will be satisfied if I can see it at a glance in my life, but unfortunately in a small place like Suming City, I am afraid that I will not be able to see it for the rest of my life......"

Song Yan turned his head suddenly.

"Ah, young master, why are you so careless, your hands are bleeding!"

Caishang grabbed Song Yan's fingers and said anxiously, "I'll give you medicine." ”

Song Yan lowered his head in a daze, only to realize that he had just cut off his fingers, and the blood was pouring out, but he didn't even notice it......

Seeing this, the maids stopped chatting, and shouted around him, but he only felt that all this was in a trance and unreal, as if there was a film that shrouded everything, and everything became hazy.

Absurd, bizarre.

And he realized that his body tensed up, and the hairs on his body stood up one by one, even if there was a charcoal basin next to him, the cold could not be suppressed and drilled into the body.

The young master of the Xianmen, Zong Yao.

Suming City.

Song Yan finally remembered why he felt that Su Mingcheng was familiar.

He's wearing a book.

He once passed the time to read a novel, which is a long upgrade stream, and the male protagonist is Zong Yao, the young master of Xianmen.

This novel features Zong Yao as the protagonist, telling the story of his growing ups and downs, facing the demons who are causing disaster to the world, and finally defeating the demon lord and saving the Three Realms to bring peace.

Su Mingcheng doesn't have many scenes in the book, almost a brushstroke, so that Song Yan didn't think about it at first.

But now he finally remembered......

Song Yan smiled bitterly.

After the Demon Lord came out of the customs without returning, the first and only city that was slaughtered - Suming City.

Tens of thousands of people have not survived, rivers of blood flowed, and purgatory on earth.

Announce his return to the world.

As for himself, he is neither the protagonist nor a supporting role, not even cannon fodder, and his name has never appeared...... He was just one of the tens of thousands of creatures who were buried in Ming City.

In this world, small as dust ants.

After knowing the future, looking at the comfort and laughter here, Song Yan felt a lot heavier.

The person in front of him gradually became clear again.

Everything is real and real again.

Caishang bandaged his fingers for him, and a tingling sensation came from his fingertips.

Song Yan took a deep breath and asked casually, "By the way, how many years has it been since the Battle of Fuzhou?" ”

Caishang was a little puzzled, and she didn't know why Song Yan suddenly asked this, but she still replied obediently: "It's been nineteen years." ”

A maid next to him said: "There are still five months and twenty years." ”

"How do you remember so clearly?"

"Every year, a festival is held to celebrate the victory in the Battle of Fuzhou, and it will be lively at that time."

"You stinky girl is just playful."

The maids frolicked again.

Song Yan closed his eyes.

It's only been five months......

He looked at these carefree little girls, and felt helpless in his heart.

They are only fifteen or sixteen years old, and they have never seen the horror of the demon race, all their knowledge of the demon race is from the mouths of others, they never thought that one day the catastrophe of destruction will come without warning.

But it's not their fault, it's that no one thinks about it.

The demons can make a comeback.

Nineteen years ago, the demons from the abyss appeared in front of the world for the first time, they were powerful, murderous, and mortals were like ants in front of them, all lambs to the slaughter.

In the face of the demon race, the human race has no resistance at all, and many cities have been attacked by the demons one after another, with countless casualties, and under the leadership of the demon lord who has no return, the demons are invincible.

The immortals above the Void Realm couldn't bear the misery of the human world, and they also participated in the war against the demons, but they were still defeated by the demon army and retreated.

In a desperate situation, the lord of the Xianmen, Zong Chaoshan, led the twelve elders of the Xianmen to besiege the Demon Monarch and was silent.

In this battle, the mountains were razed to the ground, the rivers were cut off and dried up, and the land was torn apart...... The twelve elders of the Xianmen were all killed in battle.

At the last moment, Zong Chaoshan did not hesitate to burn his own cultivation, and he lost both with the Demon Monarch.

The history of this battle is called the Battle of Fuzhou.

After the Demon Lord was left alone and seriously injured, the Demon Clan could not resist the army of immortals and monks, and retreated to the Soul Burial Mountain Range step by step, and has been in obscurity all these years.

The immortal gate sent immortal envoys to garrison each city, and united with the monks to hunt down and kill the demons, and there has been no rebellion among the demons for many years.

There are about hundreds of cities like Suming City, and the people here are guarded by the fairy gate, and after nineteen years of carefree life, they have long forgotten their fears, they think that this life will continue forever, and they begin to sit back and celebrate the so-called victory.

There are even rumors that the Demon Lord is dead after no return.

But Song Yan clearly knew that the Demon Lord was not only not dead, but would soon return to the world.

The twentieth year of the Battle of Fuzhou - the Demon Lord came out of the customs without return.

The Lonely Return of Returning to the Customs again will be stronger than before, unmatched.

The Xianmen suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Fuzhou, and the Immortal Master Sect was dying in retreat in the mountains, and he could no longer fight.

The first thing after leaving the customs was to order the demon army to destroy Suming City, and tens of thousands of living beings were not alive.

In the face of the collapse of the Immortal Gate, in the next few years, the entire continent will be plunged into war, and the lives of the people will be miserable.

There will be no peace in this world.

The only one who can defeat the lonely and homeless is the male protagonist Zong Yao.

As the young master of Xianmen, Zong Yao has shouldered the responsibility of protecting the common people since he was a child, and after the Battle of Fuzhou, he traveled in four continents in order to become stronger.

But Zong Yao is not a lonely opponent at this time, Song Yan remembers, it should be in the tenth year of the war, Zong Yao has become the new master of the immortal gate, in the face of devastation, in order to block the pace of loneliness, he resolutely chose to inherit his father Zong Chaoshan, as well as the inheritance of the immortal masters of the Void Xuan Realm, paid a huge price, and finally broke through to become a god at the last moment, defeated the silence and ended the ten years of war.

In other words, no return is the last big boss that the male protagonist fights, and before that, Zong Yao has to go through many battles large and small.

In terms of Song Yan's feeling of reading books, Lonely No Return is the highest level of combat power set by the author, until the end, the male protagonist was hung up that he defeated Lonely No Return and ended the whole text.

But by that time, the grave grass of the souls of the dead in Suming City would be several meters high.

Song Yan smiled bitterly.

Originally, I just wanted to spend this life in peace, but now it seems that God doesn't allow it.