After transmigrating into Yiyou, the fake villain is no longer alive!

Chapter 75 [Shen Wanjin] The Echo of Fate
Since I entered the rivers and lakes, my dream is to be a free eagle and travel around the world.

I didn't like him at first, he used to stalk me, I avoided him for several years, and came to Moon City in Nanban.

I thought I would stay away from him forever, but unexpectedly, I met him in such a desolate place.

I pretended to be a man, a Nanban man, and just sat in the middle of the inn, watching his every move.

He is gentle and gentle, pouring tea and putting the cups away without unnecessary movements.

For a moment, he closed his eyes and didn't notice me.

After three years, I saw him again. He was still the same as before, he liked the free life in the rivers and lakes, and liked to travel alone.

Saying that I don't like him is all false. If I don't like him, why would I go around and try my best to create a chance encounter with him.

I bribed the spies in the rivers and lakes, and followed his footsteps all the way to Nanban.

I knew I was ashamed, and dared not express my true feelings to him, just because I almost agreed to his elder brother to be the queen, which made him feel sad.

Later, I understood what I wanted. The person I love the most is Shen Wanjin. I don’t care whether he is in Jianghu or the king of Nanping. I only care about him, the only person.

He sighed in his seat, and as I approached him, he gave me a puzzled look, but soon, he smiled at me.

"Why do you sit and drink alone?"

I didn't even think about it, so I picked up the jug and got myself a glass of dirty wine.

He smiled and stared at my face for a long time.

I was a little puzzled: "What's wrong friend? Is there something on my face?"

He smiled and shook his head, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with me, then drank it in one gulp: "I have a thorn in my heart."

"what?"

"The thorn is actually a person, and that person stands on the tip of my heart. After so many years, I still can't forget her. She should be traveling around the world now, right? I don't know if I can still see her. "

I smiled contemptuously, then realized he was probably talking about me.

I always thought he should have forgotten me, but now he told me that he still loves me.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist: "You are not a Southern barbarian."

"Guest officer, I am a Southern barbarian." I dare not recognize him.

For some reason, he stared at me with a strange expression, which made my whole body stiff and my scalp numb.

Shen Wanjin sneered, removed the beard on my lips, and hugged me horizontally in public, and carried me into his house.

"You?!" I was terrified.

He moved very close to me, with the tip of my nose pressed against his chin, and it took him a while before he let me go.

He said calmly: "I bribed the Jianghu spies and found out that you came to Yuecheng. Wherever you go, I will go there."

My face was full of displeasure, and he actually learned my tricks.

He suddenly tore off my clothes and looked straight at me: "You like to pretend to be a man? But you don't look like one at all..."

I kicked him lightly: "I want you to take care of it!"

Seeing my fierce eyes, he let me go, brought a cup of hot tea instead, drank it in one gulp, and sat by the window without saying a word.

"How long are you going to fight in the cold?" I couldn't help it, "I have already rejected your emperor brother, I... I have my heart and soul for you!"

He seemed to have got the answer he wanted, smiled with satisfaction, rushed towards me, and hugged me tightly.

"I know."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I do not have."

He had gentle eyes, held my cheeks, and gently rubbed the tip of my nose.

The moonlight fell on his eyelashes, and his eyes moved slightly.

"I've been waiting for you, and I've been behind you to protect you. Maybe one day you'll run towards me by yourself. Look, isn't that what I'm waiting for now?"

I smiled, I really didn't expect that the first cold war and reconciliation was because I insisted on going my own way and paid attention to each other in the same way as him.

We have never had a cold war, but he and I both love the world and freedom, sometimes, all we need is a world of solitude.

But he seems to be unable to let go of me all the time, and so am I.

(End of this chapter)