Chapter 114 (1/2)

”Thank you... Thank you for saving my life.” Morris looked at Huang and asked Xie, then slowly got up, patted the snow and mud on his body, and slowly calmed down.

”Ding! Mission: save Morris's life and reward FanJie props for a lucky draw!” the prompt tone of the system told Huang Wen that Morris was out of danger.

”Hiss! Hiss!” just then the horse named Philip ran back and stopped beside Morris.

”You didn't know to save me when you came back!” Morris patted Philip's head angrily and asked Huang again. ”Thank you very much. My life-saving benefactor, my name is Morris. If you don't mind, can I invite you to my house? By the way, I don't know your name...”

Huang Wen raised his eyebrows. He knew what Morris meant. He was worried about any danger later and wanted Huang Wen to protect his safety.

”It's no problem, but the environment here is a little strange. Let's go another way.” Huang asked with a smile and nodded. ”My name is Huang asked.”

”Huang? Asked?” Morris read out the name that was a bit awkward for him, then squatted down and looked for the item he had just dropped. It was a delicate metal windmill, which contained his memories of his wife.

”Mr. Huang Wen, you get on the horse and I can walk.” when he packed his most important things, Morris stood up, looked at Huang Wen and said with a smile.

”No, Morris, just ride a horse. My legs and feet are fast.” Huang asked with a smile and refused Morris, ”come on, we should leave...”

Huang Wen and Morris returned along the way they came. Before leaving, Huang Wen took a deep look at a place, and then turned to leave. There was a huge shadow where Huang Wen looked, and there seemed to be a look hidden there.

”Mr. Huang asked, where are you from?” on the way, Morris chatted with Huang.

”Just call me Huang Wen. I'm Chinese and now I live in the United States.” Huang Wen said with a smile.

”America? It's a little far away. I heard it's very prosperous...” Morris asked in some doubt, ”do people there take four-wheel carriages?”

”Yes,” Huang asked with a smile and nodded. ”Morris, where you live, don't you contact the outside world?”

”Contact! Why not? I often go to the market jointly organized by the nearby village to buy things!” Morris asked with a strange look at Huang, and then said with some regret, ”it's a pity that all the things I bought fell this time, otherwise I can give you something to express my gratitude... Hmm? No! Roses! Roses that Belle wants!”

Morris raised his head and looked at the sunny weather after sunrise. It seemed that he had forgotten what he had experienced in the night before, and a piece of rose he had seen before flashed before his eyes.

”Mr. Huang Wen, the first house in the village ahead is my home. I still have something to leave. My daughter is at home...” Morris pointed to the direction of his home and handed the exquisite windmill in his hand to Huang Wen. ”You said you came to my house as a guest. With this windmill, Belle will let you in.”

”Ah?” Huang asked, blinking, subconsciously took over the windmill, as if he thought of something. Before he could say anything, he saw Morris driving his horse back to the previous direction again.

”Beauty and beast?” a thought flashed through Huang's mind. ”Roses, Belle, and guys almost as tall as hawk in the shadow... Well, go and see Belle first, and you'll know if it's right.”