Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

The drunkard on the bed closed his eyes and suddenly felt drowsy.

"You just need to live your life properly! Why the hell do you have to spout this nonsense? Do you want to die?"

Yu Chen glared at him, wishing he could slap the man across the face.

"Heh...you always had this attitude..."

He chuckled, turned over, and closed his eyes. Sleepiness washed over him.

"I'm going to sleep now. Remember to come and spend some time with your old flame too... Don't forget your old love just because you have a new one!"

"Go to hell!"

Yu Chen kicked the door open and stormed out.

He talked about a bunch of awful things, and now he's suddenly making this kind of joke and talking nonsense!

Do he think he'll be happy?!

Yu Chen strode out, then paused as he turned, glancing at the person who was already lying quietly inside.

"You better live a good life..."

The maid waiting on the side kept her head down, trembling, and dared not utter a sound.

Yu Chen snorted coldly and quickly left the General's Mansion.

Only then did the maid dare to cautiously peek into the room. The general seemed to be asleep. She then looked down at the door, which was half-hanging on the wall…

It seems to be broken...

Yu Chen walked down the street with a gloomy face. He felt that the effects of the alcohol had subsided quite a bit, but unfortunately, he was still angry because of Jing Yuan's lousy words.

"How annoying!"

He grunted and then sighed helplessly.

If that really happens, what should he do?

He sighed helplessly, gazing at the azure sky with a dazed expression.

He has truly killed far, far too many of his brothers…

Among them were many people with whom he had a very good relationship.

...

The maid gently covered Jing Yuan with a blanket. At this moment, he didn't look like a general, but rather like a child, curled up and sleeping peacefully.

His lips suddenly moved, as if he were muttering something to himself.

The maid tidied up the mess on the table, then quietly carried a pile of plates away.

The door, half-hanging on the wall, creaked and swayed, and inside, Jingyuan seemed to begin dreaming again.

That proud and heroic figure lingered in his heart, lingering...

"Master..."

...

"I'll buy some rice to stock up. I still need to practice cooking, but at least I can learn to make some porridge or something..."

There's brown sugar too! Red dates look good too…”

Yu Chen muttered to himself as he strolled toward the market.

There was a wide variety of vegetables, fruits, and meats on display, and it was quite crowded.

People from Xianzhou are quite particular about their three meals a day, and a restaurant must have good food to survive.

The ordinary kind won't do; it has to be significantly better than home-cooked food to survive.

After all, for these long-lived species, deriving pleasure from food is a very important thing!

Whether you eat well or not each day can affect your mood!

He didn't buy too much at once; he just carried a bag of rice, some vegetables, red dates, and brown sugar.

I really need to go to Liuyun Pavilion and ask the chef there for some pointers.

As Yu Chen flipped through the recipe in his hand, looking at the steps for making the home-style dishes, he always had the feeling that the food went in through his right eye and out through his left, wandered around in his brain and then left again.

On the way back, they suddenly bumped into Yanqing and Xingxuan, who were having a secret rendezvous.

The woman, who was over a hundred years older than the man, squeezed the little swordsman's hand tightly, looking like an adorable little girl.

Yanqing's face was very rosy, and she stared straight ahead, not daring to look back even once.

That night's experience didn't suddenly make him bolder; he remained shy when he needed to be, truly a pure and innocent young man.

As for Xingxuan…

She had to thank the laws of Xianzhou for letting her go; if she had dared to do this a year or two earlier, she would have been behind bars.

Yu Chen glanced at them quietly, but didn't disturb them, and his mood improved considerably.

This is what a peaceful daily life should be like...

Enjoy your leisurely and sweet life, instead of saying things that make people feel bad like that idiot!

Feeling the peaceful sunlight falling on his face and the gentle breeze caressing his skin, a smile gradually spread across his lips.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, with passersby coming and going, he strolled along, observing the peacefulness of humanity.

Taipus.

Yu Chen wandered around the office and bedroom and found that Fu Xuan had not returned yet.

He pursed his lips, looking slightly disappointed.

I haven't seen my wife for most of the day, I miss her...

However, the Sword Saint was still the Sword Saint. He was only slightly disappointed for a moment before he rallied, put the things away in the brand-new-looking kitchen, and then hurried home.

It's good that she didn't come back; I quickly moved all my clothes and personal belongings over.

Then, just beg her a little, and you'll naturally be able to continue sleeping together.

We've already slept together for a day or two, so why worry about not having a third day?

Besides, she can't just let me take everything back now that everything's been moved here!

From now on, he can have a fragrant little Fu Xuan lying next to him on his pillow.

He can see her the second before he closes his eyes, and he can see her the moment he opens them again. Just thinking about it makes him feel like he's about to die of happiness... He's so incredibly happy!

The Cloud Riders guarding the gate of the Taibu Temple watched the guy with the crooked mouth almost reaching the sky leave quickly, their expressions somewhat strange.

Has something good happened to this person this time?

Chapter 85 Yu Sheng: Take care, don't bother seeing me off.

"Lulala, lulala, lulala, lulala~"

Yu Chen hummed a strange tune as he strolled home.

Yu Sheng moved a bench over and sat peacefully in the yard, playing on his phone.

He acted like the owner of the house…

He listened to the gradually clearing sounds coming from the street, then looked up slightly and exchanged a glance with Yu Chen at the doorway.

After a moment of silence, Yu Sheng lazily stood up and stretched.

"Sir, what brings you here?"

Yu Chen: "..."

He no longer even asks, 'Sir, why are you back...'.

"I come…"

Yu Chen was momentarily stunned, his mind going blank for a few moments due to the shock, and he couldn't remember why he had come back.

He stared at Yu Sheng with his mouth agape.

Then, at some point, his eyes suddenly flickered, his disconnected brain suddenly reconnected, and he remembered what he was supposed to do.

"Get your things. I'm planning to move in with Xiao Fuxuan."

"Yusheng, won't you be lonely by yourself?"

Yu Sheng looked calm, put away her phone, picked up the cup next to her, took a sip of tea, and looked at him with a very strange gaze.

He seemed to be saying silently, 'Sir, look how much easier and more enjoyable my life is without you!'

"Uh, it seems I asked too many questions..."

Yu Chen closed his eyes. Thinking about it, it seemed that he had been living alone all these years of seclusion.

drip~

Yu Sheng's phone suddenly rang. He opened it, glanced at the message, and a smile actually appeared on his usually expressionless face.

Yu Chen was immediately shocked. He squinted and looked closely, confirming that the corners of his mouth had turned up slightly, almost imperceptibly. Although it was only a little bit, it was still up!