Chapter 11: This is a farewell, as if it were another world

Hu Yan put this letter in his space ring, there were few things in the ring, but everything was cherished, Ouyang Mengdie gave him clothes, Xiao Mengting gave him Seven Star Smoke, Song Tianya gave him unspeakable things, and so on.

A woman like Shen Wenchen will either soar into the sky by herself, or find someone who is the right person to marry, and estimate her next life with herself. There is a good saying: "What kind of people play with what kind of birds." "I'm just a guest, what can I do? It seems that I'm going to drink again.

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Shen Wenchen

The sun was shining for a long time, Shen Wenchen got up, dressed himself, pushed open the door, looked around for Hu Yan's figure, found that he had not returned to his house, and when she saw the paper on her door, she cried, she wiped her eyes, went to the house to find breakfast, it was already cold early, and there was a trace of warmth in her heart after eating. When she finished eating, she began to think about whether she was okay here, would it cause problems for the man? She didn't even seem to tell the man her name, she found that the man didn't talk much, but he took care of people, knew that he didn't want to say his name, so he didn't ask much, he knew that he was beautiful, but he didn't watch his body too much, he knew that he was her savior, but he didn't ask for himself, and he cooked sweets for himself. She hated her identity very much on this day, and really wanted the two of them to live quietly for the rest of their lives, yesterday was the smoothest, simplest but most unforgettable day she had ever lived since she was a child. Anyway, she went back to the house to clean up herself, and left a letter with her name at the end, she wanted to at least let him know his name, even if the two of them didn't see each other again.

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Hu Yan rarely went out with Ouyang Mengdie to take care of the elderly, but went to the tavern to drink by himself. When Hu Yan drank a few pots of wine, he didn't know what to think there. A young man took some people into the tavern and shouted: "Damn, you kid has caused us so hard" This is naturally the prince who was hung on the pillar, the people at the other tables didn't pay much attention to this person, Hu Yan continued to drink his own wine, and the young man directly flipped Hu Yan's table over, but Hu Yan himself said that although he drank, his reaction was still okay, so it didn't spill it on him. The boss complained to Hu Yan in his heart: "What a broom star, but he knows that Hu Yan is also a master who can't be provoked, so he has to pretend to faint" Xiao Er saw that his boss didn't care, and hid in the back kitchen. The young man tugged at Hu Yan's collar and said, "You made me lose a lot of face Sun Wuving, do you know?" Hu Yan didn't pay much attention to it, he just felt that the noise in his ears was a little unbearable, Sun Wushu found that the kid ignored him, he was angry, and he was about to stretch out his fist and prepare to hit someone, and he said with words on his lips: "Where are you hiding, master's girl? Hu Yan looked at him indifferently and said, "Whose girl?" Sun Wushu scolded angrily: "Wash the master, listen clearly, you master..." Hu Yan ignored Sun Wudi's fist, as soon as he touched the matching sword, a dragon roar sounded, Sun Wushu saw that his fist did not bring any actual harm to Hu Yan, and sneered: "What, the woman who stole Lao Tzu still wants to steal Lao Tzu's sword?" Sun Wuving's subordinates laughed together, and the other tables shook their heads for some reason, at this time there was a new situation, the sword was pulled out, and at the same time, a dragon roar resounded throughout the tavern, Hu Yan held the sword in his right hand, directly on Sun Wuving's neck, Hu Yan used his soul power to control the sword at the same time, a breath of despair, killing, and death wrapped around Hu Yan's body, and at the same time, the dragon roared together, as if his master was violated, and the sword spirit attacked the enemy with the master's momentum.

Everyone present except Hu Yan was stunned, or frightened, because in their opinion, it was not a young man, but a butcher in the world, born to kill gods. One of the older attendants of Sun Wuving walked up to the two, knelt in front of Hu Yan and said, "We have eyes that don't know Taishan to provoke you, please let us go, and we will be grateful in the future." Hu Yan didn't pay attention to him, and still asked Sun Wuyi, "Whose girl? Say it again?: Sun Wushu didn't dare to be hard-mouthed, who knows if that kid will go down with a sword and kill himself." His voice trembled and said, "It's your girl, it's yours." Hu Yan said: "Oh" and then threw it on the ground, and walked away, I don't know where to go?

Bai Zhengdao in the City Lord's Mansion heard his subordinates talk about Hu Yan, and he laughed and scolded: "This stinky boy. Then he said to his subordinates: "The herald is that the owner of the tavern is not allowed to pass on the matter without authorization, and the violator will be in prison." Bai asked and also heard this and wondered in his heart Brother Yan's temper is not so irritable, and there are two kinds of people with that kind of momentum, and that woman doesn't seem to be Sister Ting'er or Sister Mengdie, who is it?

In this way, Hu Yan's unintentional move made a mess of all forces, Shen Wenchen heard her junior sister talk about Hu Yan, her hands trembled slightly, and his junior sister asked in surprise: "Senior sister, are you okay?" Shen Wenchen replied: "It's nothing, but I'm a little tired and want to rest early." The junior sister also knew what her senior sister meant, so she said, "Senior sister, I will retire first." After her sister left, she closed the door, recalled the two of them, watched the moon together, dodged the chase behind her back, cooked for herself, and gave me a whole breakfast. A person cries silently, I don't know if it's a pity for myself or for the one in my heart.

ps: The author didn't want to write about abuse, but first bitter and then sweet