Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Wang Xuebin smiled:

"nothing!"

He raised his hand to pick up a white piece, put it on the board, got up and said:

"Young Master lost, it's getting late, Young Master, let's rest earlier!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the ceremony, he turned his head and left!

Han Fei looked at the chessboard, the lore momentum, powerless.

"Young master? Huh! This person is really arrogant, no, it's a bad job..."

Chapter 148 Departure to Zhao

In the side hall, Shan Lan and Zhao Zhi have already rested, and Shan Rou is meditating and practicing.

Wang Xuebin didn't bother, walked to the side, took out a pot of plum stuffing, sat against the wall, and tasted it by the moon.

I don't know why, but now he especially likes to look at the moon. The cold moonlight shines on his body, and he feels very peaceful in his heart.

At this time, a figure came to the side, Wang Xuebin looked back, it turned out that Shanrou had finished practicing and came over.

Wang Xuebin smiled slightly, opened his arms, and hugged the future man in his arms, quietly feeling the heartbeat of the other party.

Shanrou's feelings for Wang Xuebin are very complicated. Grace, gratitude, admiration, and admiration are intertwined and mixed together. It is not clear which feeling is more, but what she can be sure of is that she is enjoying the present time very much.

Wang Xuebin's feelings for them are quite complicated, sympathy, pity, admiration, coupled with the man's little desire, caused their feelings to develop to the point where they are today.

In terms of love, it doesn't really count.

Wang Xuebin is a child who grew up in a single-parent family. He doesn't know much about love. He has never experienced it, never seen it, let alone got it, so he has always been skeptical.

Now when dealing with Shanrou and the three of them, it is more about the sense of responsibility, the sense of responsibility after the passion, the sense of responsibility as a man, he has to be responsible for them.

Wang Xuebin hugged Shanrou, feeling the tenderness in his arms, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head, and murmured:

"How is the practice? Are there any difficulties?"

When Shanrou heard Wang Xuebin's words, she arched her head into his arms.

"Mr.'s skills are really miraculous. I have also learned the way of martial arts, but I never thought that there would be such a miraculous skill. I wonder if Mr. Jixia Sword Master is better than him?"

Wang Xuebin chuckled lightly:

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, I have never compared it. I can't compare it. I have learned a lot and am not good at swordsmanship. If there is a fight, I will be the last one to survive!"

Wang Xuebin's voice is not loud, but the meaning is very firm.

He has already practiced kung fu to the core, fists are fists, palms are palms, there are not so many versions.

What he has been thinking about recently is how to integrate magic into kung fu. He only felt it after learning magic.

What I like the most is to become the sword god of Shilipo, and then crush him all the way.

Shanrou moved her ears when she heard the words, and asked with hidden meaning:

"Sir, do you know where I learned my swordsmanship?"

This is the first time that Shan Rou took the initiative to mention her origin. They never mentioned it before. They were afraid that after Wang Xuebin knew who their enemy was, he would hand them over to Tian Dan to ask for credit and reward like Zhao Mu.

Wang Xuebin didn't ask, just smiled, and said softly:

"I'll call you Mr. Lang from now on. My surname is Wang, my name is Xuebin, and my name is Guanlan. We are husband and wife, so we should be called husband and wife!"

Shanrou suddenly raised her head when she heard the words, and looked at Wang Xuebin. Under the moonlight, her eyes were shining brightly.

After a long time, she lowered her head and buried her face in Wang Xuebin's arms. After a while, Wang Xuebin's chest was wet.

Wang Xuebin didn't speak, but clenched his hands tightly, letting her vent.

The next morning, Shanrou woke up from her sleep, and she slept very soundly that night.

Just when she wanted to get up, she suddenly realized that she was still in Wang Xuebin's arms. When she turned her head, the younger sisters looked at her teasingly.

Looking up again, he met a pair of black pupils with a three-point smile.

In a hurry, she turned over and wanted to get up, but her legs and feet were numb and she couldn't feel it. She fell limply into Wang Xuebin's arms as soon as she got up.

"Look, Eldest Sister is reluctant to part with your husband's arms!"

Zhao Zhi and Shan Lan laughed haha.

Listening to her younger sister's teasing, Shanrou was anxious and angry, turned her head to stare at Wang Xuebin, punched him twice, got into his arms, and refused to show her face.

Wang Xuebin laughed, picked her up directly, and went out to get on the carriage that had been set up long ago.

In the courtyard, Han Fei saw this and said with a smile:

"Mister and his wife are deeply in love!"

Wang Xuebin sent Shanrou to the car, let her wash in the car, turned around and got off, looked at Han Fei and said with a smile:

"We wait as a husband and wife, so we should be in love with each other!"

Han Fei looked a little sad when he heard this. Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and said nothing, he greeted Zhao Zhi and Shan Lan to get in the car, walked up to Han Fei, and saluted with both hands.

"This time, I would like to thank you, Young Master, for your hospitality. It's getting late, and it's time for me to say goodbye!"

Han Fei came back to his senses after hearing the words, and raised his hand to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he sighed:

"Mr. I wish you a smooth journey here!"

Wang Xuebin smiled, exchanged a few words of greeting, got into the carriage, the horsewhip exploded in the air, and the carriage started slowly.

Han Fei stared at the carriage going away, and suddenly shouted:

"gentlemen!"

Wang Xuebin poked his head out when he heard the words, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Sir, is my legalist school?"

Wang Xuebin looked at Han Fei with an expectant face, shook his head, did not speak, the carriage rattled forward, and disappeared from Han Fei's sight.

"call"

Han Fei heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the small house.