Quickly wear: Your Highness is too clingy

Chapter 162 Extra
Dreaming again.

In the dream, Su Heng clearly looked at the damaged tables and chairs, the collapsed wooden stairs, the broken dishes, the trembling innkeeper and waiter, and... the people fighting wantonly.

As soon as the scene changed, it turned into a martial arts fight, a vendetta, and a competition for martial arts secrets. It turned into him walking in every dark night, killing the person designated by his employer.

He was tired.

The memory seems to return to the night when I was five years old.

It was a blurry, broken past that could never be returned to.

At that time, his parents were both alive, and his family was wealthy. Just because he had money, as the saying goes, the knights in the world stole the rich and gave to the poor. His family was ruined, and he was the only one left to live.

Overnight, he went from a young master from a well-off family to an orphan living on the streets.

Until he was adopted by his master, in addition to practicing martial arts and swordsmanship every day, he also had to detoxify step by step.

The poison was also administered by that group of people. They probably finally felt compassion and did not dare to attack the five-year-old child, so they chose to poison him.

At that time, his main belief was to become stronger, work hard to survive, and find those people to take revenge.

The world is chaotic.

Ordinary people have nowhere to redress their grievances.

Jianghu knights often use force to break the law.

During his travels with his master, he saw too many things, ranging from losing money to innocent lives.

Perhaps he really had a talent for practicing martial arts, and he received the inheritance from his master. At the age of sixteen, he was fighting equally with the top masters in the world.

With such martial arts, it was natural for him to take revenge.

The sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a snow suit with a faint smile on his lips, tortured them slowly, gave them sporadic hope, and then executed them one by one.

One person was fed poison by him, one person had his limbs broken and fed to wolves, one person died in a well-designed civilian manslaughter, and the following people came one by one, and none of them could escape.

Seeing these people begging, he suddenly felt extremely bored.

His parents had begged and were willing to give up their money, but it was in vain.

They are just robbers and bandits in the shell of knights, barbarians who do not know the law, have no morals, and bully the weak.

Later, he joined the Dark Soul Pavilion and became a killer. He continued the tasks in the Pavilion and harvested the lives of others.

Those people were either corrupt officials or people in the Jianghu who killed innocent people, and they all eventually became the dead souls under his sword.

The only bottom line is that we will never take on tasks from innocent people.

He would never be like them.

In the past ten years, he has witnessed the rise of the Six Gates, the gradual decline of Jianghu, and the gradual change of the Dark Soul Pavilion into a veritable intelligence organization.

These ten years also created the reputation of Mr. Xueyi.

He was tired of this life.

Therefore, after getting the final antidote, he handed over the money such as the Hanguang Sword and the Snow Horse to Ji Fengxing for safekeeping. He found a remote place and came to Xinghua Village alone, pretending to be half a scholar.

It's not that he didn't notice the damage to the house at the foot of the mountain, it's just that he didn't care about these external things.

He interacted with the villagers politely but distantly every day, saved several villagers by chance, and occasionally went to the mountains to hunt rabbits for herbal medicine and sell them for money.

But it's still boring.

His life ended at the age of five, and the remaining twenty-one years were spent either practicing martial arts or killing people.

Even if he spent these days learning to read, cook, and make clothes, trying to integrate into the common people, and learning to make a living and make money, he could not give him any feedback.

When he was young, he wanted to live hard, but he just lived.

How could he care about the eyes of the villagers? It was more indifferent than tolerant.

Until the last bit of poison in his body broke out, he had a high fever and couldn't wake up, and he stuffed a woman on his own initiative.

That was the only accident in his boring life.

The first accident was that the family was destroyed.

This accident brought him an unexpected surprise.

In fact, he should have been in a coma for at least three days, but he felt her boldly nestling in his arms, and seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance in his breath, and his heart was throbbing for no reason. He endured the weakness after detoxification. , forcefully opened his eyes and saw her.

He opened his eyes and dared not speak for a long time in the cold darkness.

While he was thinking about it, there was only one thought in his mind, that he had finally waited for her arrival.

Especially when she huddled in his arms unconsciously and whispered coldly.

Accepting her and recognizing her is a matter of course.

He has deep inner strength and is not afraid of the cold, so he has always allowed the leaky windows and holes in the roof to exist, and has not seriously made money.

After having a wife, all this became a neglect. Decorate the house, prepare three meals for her, and take her to the town for shopping and medical treatment.

Because he had been poisoned for many years, he knew a little about the art of Qihuang, and he noticed by checking her pulse that she was cold and weak, but he didn't expect that her body would be so serious when the doctor told him in private that she was terminally ill.

You can't even take medicine frequently, you can only take supplements.

At that moment, he was angry and sad.

Fortunately, after traveling around the world for these years, he knows a lot about everything and can take good care of her, at least to make her better.

With her, you can get emotional infection every day.

She is always full of ideas, noisy, does not shy away from her likes and dislikes, and talks about making a lot of money in the future.

He just looked at her and chuckled.

Life didn't have many ups and downs, but he no longer found it boring. He was thinking about what dishes to cook for her every day. Just thinking about how picky or greedy she was, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

She said that life needed a sense of ritual and she needed to reward herself every seven days. She looked at him with her beautiful eyes and kept hinting that he was preparing a barbecue feast.

Sometimes she is very squeamish, saying that other people have Crazy Thursdays at home, and if others have it, she has to have it too.

Although he didn't know who else had it and didn't understand what Crazy Thursday was, he still couldn't resist her acting coquettishly.

She was in poor health and needed to control her diet, but he seemed unable to be strict with her.

He guarded her, watched her, and manipulated her, and she blossomed little by little, opening many novel shops, and later made a lot of money as she said.

Because she wanted to travel more conveniently, she gave many recipes.

Because he wanted a beautiful container, he led others to make glass.

Because I don’t like naughty children, I simply let all the children in the village go to private schools, regardless of gender.

Because I wanted to eat fried chicken and fries everywhere, I sold the recipe at a cheap price.

There are many more such things.

She was always different from others, and for various reasons, she helped the world indirectly and directly. However, her original intention was indeed just for herself, and the rest was just incidental.

Because of what happened in the past, he has always been very cautious, locking the door every time he goes out alone, even if there are no bad guys in the village.

It's just that after being at ease for a long time, she became negligent for a while, which actually brought her face to face with people in the world.

He couldn't help but be afraid.

What happened on the boat trip made him never dare to leave her again. How could he dare to leave her.

He never wanted to see the people around him leave him.

It was his incompetence when he was young, but now he only allows this one mistake.

His life has truly come alive since meeting her.

*
During the wedding, Su Heng's master rushed back. Xu practiced martial arts and was proficient in health care. He looked like a middle-aged and handsome uncle.

This time, Su Heng promised to marry with the betrothal gift he had prepared in the past two years (he received a lot of extra money privately). The elders of both parties were present, and many friends such as Ji Fengxing sent congratulatory gifts. Eight banquet tables were set up for the guests to witness their marriage. marriage.

In this way, the regret is finally over.

later.

By chance, there was a fried chicken stall somewhere else on the street, selling some iced sour plum soup and fried chicken nuggets.

Because of its excellent taste and low price, the iced sour plum soup is very popular for relieving the heat.

They were a talented and beautiful couple.

When a guest came, he saw the husband smiling and coaxing the beautiful girl who was fuming, and it seemed that the couple were flirting.

The stall was not open often, and after the local customers got used to their presence, the couple disappeared.

after that.

Yunzhi got an exotic gadget, a delicate silver bell that made a crisp sound.

She gave the bell to Su Heng, "Husband, would you like to wear it on your ankle? It feels like it suits you very well."

The bell will ring.

The killer put on the bell, as if he had a weakness.

But he still caught the delicate and beautiful silver bell.

She was his bell.

This is my first attempt at farming, but I still can’t balance it all. It’s very difficult to write, and I can barely finish it now.

The emotional line this time is considered to be thin and long-flowing. There are no intense emotional fluctuations, but they moisturize things quietly and accompany each other.