The senior sister went crazy setting up a stall and asked the industry boss to let her go.

In Furong Town, hibiscus flowers bloom picturesquely, and the elegant floral fragrance fills the air. This floral fragrance is like the business card of Furong Town. When people mention this town, they can think of the unique fragrance. It has become an irreplaceable symbol of Furong Town.

As night fell, the town suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The previously bustling streets were now deserted, with only the remaining atmosphere of excitement lingering in the silence, as if telling of the prosperity that had just occurred.

Wu Guo stood by the window, but in the blink of an eye, the street full of laughter and laughter was deserted.

At this time, Xifeng walked into the room lightly as usual, holding a plate of exquisite meals in his hand, and said softly: "Madam, please have a meal."

Zhang Yichu also walked in with a bouquet of hibiscus flowers. He looked around and finally found a vase from a corner and carefully placed the flowers.

Wu Guo came back from his thoughts, with a hint of concern in his eyes, and asked: "Where are No. 87 and Anu? Where are they now?"

Xifeng raised her head slightly, with a hint of indifference in her eyes, and replied: "They have explored deeply and have not returned yet."

Wu Guo nodded and said nothing more. He turned around and sat at the dining table and began to enjoy the dinner in front of him. Zhang Yichu also sat down. Obviously, this dinner was specially prepared for them by Xifeng.

Wu Guo's eyes fell on Xifeng's leaving figure. Although the dinner in front of her was exquisite, there was only an ordinary sweet potato on Zhang Yichu's table...

Although for people in the Martial God realm, it doesn't really matter whether they eat or not.

Zhang Yichu was sitting at the dining table, looking a little embarrassed. He had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to talk about, but he was afraid of getting the answers he didn't want. Such complex emotions were intertwined in his heart, making it difficult for him to calm down.

He hesitated for a moment, finally plucked up the courage, and spoke softly: "Guo'er, it's me." However, before he could finish speaking, she interrupted him with a firm tone: "I know."

Zhang Yichu's eyes instantly lowered, and his voice was full of self-blame and regret: "Guo'er, I'm sorry. I'm a coward, and everything is my fault."

Wu Guo drank the stew in his hand calmly, with a slight smile on his lips: "Everything is determined, there is no need to blame anyone."

What is his plan?
The Liu brothers, the Zhang brothers, Xifeng, these people all had inextricable connections with me and Master in the past. So, Archie, what is the purpose of his appearance? Could it be that his appearance has some unknown cause and effect with me or Master?
Zhang Yichu quickly devoured the sweet potato in his hand and stared silently at Wu Guo in front of him, feeling regretful in his heart. If he had been braver and not afraid to back down, he might not have caused her that kind of harm.

Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the air, breaking the brief silence. Wu Guo turned around alertly and saw the figure No. 87 leaping in from the window sill, stained with blood and shocking. He quickly locked the window and drew the curtains to isolate the outside world.

Wu Guo stood up anxiously and wanted to ask, but was stopped by No. 87's deep eyes. He calmly explained: "This is not my blood, I'm fine." Although the words were concise, every word revealed unquestionable determination.

Wu Guo frowned and followed No. 87 without saying a word. Her eyes seemed to be able to catch the wounds that were difficult to detect. She gritted her teeth and said firmly: "Let me see."

No. 87 suddenly stopped and when he turned around, Wu Guo accidentally bumped into his arms. He smiled frivolously, with a hint of joking in his voice: "Since Madam is so enthusiastic and wants to take a bath with me, then please do." As he said that, he gently pushed Wu Guo into the bathroom. The corner of his eye glanced at the stunned Zhang Yichu, as if he didn't see it, he closed the bathroom door with his backhand.

Zhang Yichu's heart was like a lake blown by the autumn wind, with ups and downs and it was difficult to calm down.

The wooden door behind her opened quietly, and Xifeng walked in lightly. The movements of her hands were quick and orderly, and she cleared the tableware on the table. Her eyes fell on Zhang Yichu inadvertently, as if she could see through the chaos in his heart.

Anu's figure appeared at the door, his face was stained with some blood, and his eyes showed a bit of solemnity. He reported to Xifeng in a low voice: "Master Xi, all the tourists in the town disappeared overnight, only these aborigines are left." After a pause, he continued: "There are two waves of people chasing you. One wave is a prison, the other wave has not been identified.”

Hearing this, Mr. Xi frowned slightly. He nodded gently and said in a calm voice, "Well, we will be more vigilant tonight to ensure Madam's safety. Let's leave other matters until tomorrow."

Anu nodded in agreement, stretched out his hand, took the tableware from Master Xi, and left silently.

In the bathroom, No. 87 quietly took off his clothes. He reached out and turned on the shower. The clear cold water washed away the blood on his body, as if to wash away all the dirt. He turned to face the little woman. She had a straight face, but the concern in her eyes could not be concealed. He said calmly: "Look, it's really okay."

Wu Guo frowned, with a bit of dissatisfaction and confusion in his tone: "What's going on?"

No. 87 smiled softly and explained without changing his expression: "I just accidentally dropped it."

Wu Guo glared at him, obviously not believing this simple explanation. There was a hint of provocation in her tone: "Then you fall again and let me see how the mighty Martial God injured himself."

An evil smile flashed across the corner of No. 87's lips, he held Wu Guo's hand tightly and pressed her gently behind the door. A low and magnetic voice sounded in her ears: "Madam, you don't have to worry. It's just a broken hand. It won't affect my ability to serve you."

Wu Guo felt helpless, and she responded expressionlessly: "Then it's better to just scrap it."

No. 87 showed a pitiful look and said sadly: "Then after I give birth to a son and a half daughter for you, it won't be too late to waste her." Before he finished speaking, he came up to her and kissed her. He pressed Wu Guo's lips, not giving her any chance to refute.

His tenderness, uniqueness, was all devoted to her. Marriage and children, these worldly ties, he had never yearned for, and emotional entanglements had nothing to do with him. However, at this moment, an uncontrollable desire surged in his heart, hoping to leave his mark on her life, as deep and indelible as Liu Wu's mark.

Wu Guo's brows were furrowed, unable to understand the complex emotions intertwined in his eyes, including sadness, joy, and even more of the deep tenderness.

No. 87 spoke softly, his voice full of pleading: "Madam, can you let me do whatever you want for once?"

She was stunned for a moment, not knowing why: "Huh? What... um..." (End of Chapter)