C13 (1/2)

On the third day, at the Hundred Blossom Banquet.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet is one of the biggest banquets in Beijing, which means the blooming of flowers in spring. That was why the Hundred Blossom Banquet was his excuse.

After a day and night of destruction, Wu Chuan had finally changed the attitude of the martial arts practitioner. However, the price was that his legs and waist were numbed by the bamboo strips, causing him to be unable to bend even if he wanted to. Even when he was sleeping at night, he couldn't lie down.

When he finally woke up, the sky had just brightened up. Su He brought someone to drag Wenchuan into the room, looking like he wanted to dress him up.

When he came back to his senses, there was someone else in the mirror.

He saw that the person in the mirror had skin as smooth as cream, and her faintly discernible shoulders were as white as snow. Usually, she looked like a person who had just walked out of a painting.

After everything was settled.

When he walked out of the door, Wei Yi was at the doorway. His eyes were attracted by the person before him, and he wore a gorgeous robe that was a pale green, with a single hand at his waist. She was used to wearing clothes that were tied up, and they were all convenient for martial arts practice. Even though her hair accessories were simple, they were just right.

However, he was born flirtatious and did not need to be tidied up. Standing there, he was just a painting, and from his sleeves, it was obvious that a flower had bloomed perfectly. Forgetfulness frowned slightly, as if he owned every single piece of clothing.

Seeing Wangchuan frozen in place, Wei Yi smirked as a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. ”Still not leaving? Would you like me to come over and invite you? ”

As he finished speaking, Wangchuan slowly approached Wei Yi. He didn't expect that his skirt was too long and that he wasn't used to it either. When he stepped on it, he would immediately fall forward and fall to the ground.

Just as a gust of wind blew past, the leaves on the tree began to fall.

”He's really stupid.” After Wei Yi finished speaking, he released Wangchuan.

Wu Chuan immediately turned around and within a few short days, she had grown close to Wei Yi twice. Fear filled her heart.

Wangchuan turned around, and Wei Yi caught a glimpse of the Resurrection Lily that was faintly discernible on her back. His pupils instantly constricted as his face revealed a rare expression of loss of control.

Forgotten had no idea what to do, so he lowered his head and walked forward.

Although she didn't know why she was dressed up like this, Wei Yi definitely had his reasons for doing so and she wouldn't ask any further. Today, she only wanted to see him later, and as long as she could see later, Wei Yi would allow her to do whatever she wanted.

Currently, she could be considered to have escaped from a sea of suffering. However, it was too late, and she was still trapped within.

The surroundings were bustling with noise and excitement, but no matter how hard she tried to search, she was still unable to see the figure she wanted to see.

Suddenly, Wu Chuan turned around, and the silver flying fish coat entered his eyes. He couldn't help but gasp, as this was a dress that Gu Zheng was used to wearing, and also a symbol of his identity. Other than him, there was no one else, so Wu Chuan didn't dare raise his head.

”Why don't you dare raise your head and look at me?” Gu Zheng's expression turned to ice.

He naturally recognized the person in front of him.

At first, he wasn't sure, but now that he had seen it, he knew that all his guesses were true. Wu Chuan really didn't die. Not only did she not die, she even survived and lived well.

Wu Chuan raised his head. His eyes were filled with resentment, but he could still see a slightly fearful and obedient expression.

All of a sudden, a pair of powerful hands embraced Wu Chuan, the strength of which caused him to retreat two steps. He raised his head and saw Wei Yi.

”Hahaha …” Gu Zheng could not help but laugh, looking at Wei Yi's protective stance.

It was as if he was protecting his beloved object.