The Princess of Transmigration is Married: Your Highness, Please Go Away

Chapter 419 Tiandong Endgame (1)

At the end of that day, Lin Zhixuan couldn't figure out whether the word "Yulin" had anything to do with Qin Yudie's name, because after Huang Lin rushed into the latrine and vomited wine, he was escorted back to the painting club by his followers to rest up.

It was the follower, Ade, who returned to the restaurant to inform them of the situation after he settled his master.So Lin Zhixuan and the others went across the street to visit him again after the banquet in a hurry, and found that he was really drunk, his face was red, and he was lying in the corner of the inner room with his eyes closed. on a bench.It looked like he was really drunk.

Lin Zhixuan thought to himself: Anyway, if the monk can run away, he can't run away from the temple. Sooner or later he will figure out the origin of the name of his painting company, and he is not in a hurry. Die and the others bid farewell and left, and went back to the old house.

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The group of people who fled to Tianxia Kingdom without any danger or trouble along the way, had settled down temporarily with Lin Zhixuan's old house as a shelter.

However, after they left Tiandong Kingdom, the life of the lost soul who was left behind was not so easy.

Dong Bowen stood there until the dusk of that day, despite Shunzi's endless calls, but Gu Zi stood still, as if he had been given a fixation technique by someone.No, it's even more powerful than the immobilization technique. The immobilized person can at least move their eyes and mouth, but he can't even "fix" his eyes.

The carriage Qin Yudie was riding in had already run away, getting farther and farther away from him, but he was still reluctant to look in that direction, as if he could really see her and get closer to her if he kept looking that way. Kind of like that.

The poisonous sun at the end of summer slowly climbed up from the east and stopped on top of Dong Bowen's head, looking down at this desperate man sadly, as if wanting to warm his cold heart and body at that moment, he was reluctant to leave.

However, even the old man Sun couldn't survive this resolute and dull young man, and finally slid down the western sky without a sound, "going home to rest".

Finally, night began to fall, and everything around him became blurred. Shunzi couldn't bear it anymore, and didn't try to wake Dong Bowen any more, so he stepped forward and pulled his arm, then pulled him back.

He originally thought that his lord would throw him off and reprimand him, but he never expected that he just didn't dare to pull so lightly with much strength, and the master staggered and slumped to the ground uncontrollably Fall over!
Shunzi was frightened out of his wits, anxious and frightened, his call had already carried a strong cry: "My lord, what's wrong with you? My lord, my lord, don't scare the slaves! My lord..."

Dong Bowen finally said coldly: "This king is not dead yet, why are you crying so loudly?"

Shunzi breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed, and quickly took the opportunity to persuade: "My lord, look, it's getting dark, let's go back to the city and find a place to rest, how about some food? You don't drink water every day. Did not enter..."

Dong Bowen sat slumped on the ground. Although his body was weak, his tone remained firm: "You want to eat, right?"

Shunzi took the opportunity to pretend to be pitiful: "Yes, yes, the little one is already hungry and his chest is sticking to his back. If he doesn't eat any more, he might die here! Your lord, please take pity on the little one!"

Dong Bowen was indeed exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted, probably due to the suppression of physical exhaustion, as if the psychological and spiritual pain had been reduced a bit.

(End of this chapter)