Never Marry a Man Who Has Space

Liao Han was really surprised and delighted to meet an old acquaintance in a foreign land.When Ling Zimo left back then, he still carried the books left to him in his storage bag, and he always remembered the favor the other party gave him.But at the same time, he was also a little puzzled. Ling Zimo was still a famous young genius in the city lord's palace of Shangyang City. How could he go to Liangcheng and become a craftsman now?My current identity as a fugitive is really embarrassing...

Yu An walked a few steps forward, seeing Liao Han standing still, he casually took his arm and walked forward, Xu Xu said: "When I went back that day, my brother also said that your method is very good, I tried it Try it, after the improvement, it really rises from the second level to the third level..."

Liao Han noticed that Ling Zimo's gaze had already turned his way, so he suppressed the surprise on his face and followed Yu An.

Yu An smiled and said, "Brother, he was the person I met that day!..."

Compared with the cold and serious boy back then, Ling Zimo has obviously changed a lot. A pair of deep golden pupils stared at Liao Han carefully for a while, and said: "So it's you."

Liao Han smiled at him, cupped his hands and said, "It's really a coincidence."

Although his face has been changed now, his hairstyle and eye color have not changed, and his figure has hardly changed in the past few years.There are not many people with black hair and black eyes in this world, so it is not surprising that Ling Zimo recognized him.

Yu An asked curiously, "Liao Han, do you know my brother Zhao Mo?"

Liao Han let out a "hmm", knowing it in his heart.Sure enough, it was correct not to call out Ling Zimo's name. Like him, Ling Zimo must have his own personal reasons for leaving his hometown and coming to this strange city.

There are so many people in the refining market, it is inconvenient to talk.Liao Han pointed to a restaurant not far away and said, "Otherwise, shall we go there for a drink?"

This restaurant is not too big, but the layout is very elegant and tidy. The two of them asked for a private room. From the window, they could see Yu An's stall in the refining market below.The waiters in the shop are all young Kunjun, probably because of Ling Zimo, they are especially attentive and considerate in serving them.

The two sat facing each other, Liao Han saw that Ling Zimo was silent all the time, so he inquired and ordered some dishes, and ordered a pot of sake.

When the door was closed, Liao Han smiled and said, "Senior Brother Mo, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Although Ling Zimo was the first teacher to teach him practice, perhaps because the other party was younger than him, Liao Han didn't feel pressured to face him, as relaxed as seeing an old friend. Seeing that there is no gap in my heart.Thinking back to the days when he learned to play the board with a group of brats, he even missed it a little.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ling Zimo's mouth, and his expression was very gentle: "It's a coincidence."

He didn't ask Liao Han why he appeared here as a married Kun Jun, but directly asked who he was studying under now.

Liao Han didn't hide anything, and told him that he didn't take refuge in any local sect, but learned the art of refining weapons from a senior named Xuanzi.

Ling Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Xuanzi? I've never heard of this name in the crafting world."

Liao Han watched him frowning slightly, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.He found that Xuanzi and Ling Zimo were somewhat similar except for their stern temperament, as well as their eyebrows and facial features.It's just that Ling Zimo is younger, his face is slightly rounder, and his temperament is not as mature and restrained as Xuanzi's. The hair color and eye color of the two are also completely different.

Ling Zimo said: "If you have your own refining works with you, can you let me have a look?"

Liao Han took out a newly refined defensive magic weapon from the storage bag and handed it over. Ling Zimo examined it carefully and said, "The fusion technique is very skillful, and the fusion of the two energy stones is also very good...see Come on, you, the master, are very good at teaching."

When he left, Liao Han hadn't touched the refining weapon. It took Liao Han two years to achieve the current level, apart from his own understanding, it was indeed inseparable from his master's guidance.

Liao Han said with some admiration and reverence: "He is indeed a great craftsman."

Xiao Er pushed the door and brought in the food and drinks. Neither of them was good at socializing, so they exchanged some things on the refining tool casually, and there was no silence.

After chatting for a while, Ling Zimo suddenly stood up and closed the window, seemingly inadvertently said: "Can I see the mask on your face?"

Liao Han was taken aback, this request was actually a bit abrupt.But the two are old friends, and they are familiar with each other's appearance, so he didn't think too much, carefully tore off the mask from his face and handed it to Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, and felt dazed.But he quickly reacted, his lips were tightly pursed into a line, and he held the mask in his hand and checked it over and over again.

Liao Han asked strangely, "Senior Brother Mo, what's wrong?"

Ling Zimo returned the mask to him, carefully rinsed his fingers with wine, wiped it with a handkerchief and said: "I have seen this kind of mask made of human skin before, it is indeed very realistic, and each piece is worth Qianjin—it’s just that when making it, the skin of the living person needs to be peeled off to ensure the color, which is a bit cruel.”

Liao Han was about to wear it on his face, but when he heard this, he felt a chill all over his body. He couldn't wear it anyway, so he casually threw it into the storage bag.Thinking of always turning around against this thing during this period of time, he felt itchy all over his face.Seeing countless dead bodies, he was naturally either afraid or psychologically loathed.

Ling Zimo said as if nothing had happened: "It seems that the person who gave you the mask didn't say that?"

Liao Han nodded with a strong smile, he himself could not accept such heavy taste.It can be seen that Xuanzi has a lot of experience in the world and is obsessed with refining weapons. I guess it doesn't matter what the material of this mask is to him, right? ...

Thinking of this, he barely maintained his superficial calm, chatted with Ling Zimo absent-mindedly for a while, and then prepared to leave.

Ling Zimo took a veiled bamboo hat from the storage bag and handed it over, "If you're afraid of trouble, take this back first."

Liao Han caught it with some embarrassment, and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo." He thought to himself that Ling Zimo was careful, and this face was indeed easy to cause trouble.

Ling Zimo nodded and said: "I come to this market every tenth meeting, if you have any questions, come here to find me."

The two went downstairs together, Liao Han had something on his mind, bid farewell and left in a hurry.

Ling Zimo looked at his back thoughtfully. When he closed the window just now, he checked with a magic detector, and found that there was indeed a slight reaction on Liao Han's body—that is to say, Liao Han's body was lowered. Some have hidden tiny artifacts to monitor movement.

He murmured in his heart and repeated the name Liao Han said just now: Xuanzi.

If you reverse the name...

Quickly returning to the box where Liao Han was sitting just now, Ling Zimo took out a phantom stone.On that bamboo hat, he put a projection magic weapon similar to the opponent's to investigate the situation.He usually doesn't bother to use these tricks, but this time, if this is the person he is looking for...

Thinking of this, Ling Zimo clenched his fists hard, a cold and firm edge flashed in his eyes.

When Liao Han returned home, the first thing he did was to wash his face repeatedly with water.He took a closer look in the mirror and found that the skin on his face was still as white as jade. Apart from some peach blossoms from washing too hard, he didn't seem to have any other adverse reactions.He would rather change his face every day than bring that annoying thing.

At this time, Xuanzi had just come out from Mo Yao's real person, and he was very happy with the obvious progress in testing the medicine in the past few days, so he didn't check Liao Han's movements during that time.He also placed a concentric ring in Liao Han's storage bag, and he carried another ring on his body. If Liao Han was in danger, this ring would send out an alarm in time.

At night, Liao Han heard familiar footsteps outside the door, knew that Xuanzi had returned, and went out.

Xuanzi glanced at him casually, not paying much attention to whether he was wearing a mask, but said: "I have eaten, and I will be busy tomorrow, you should have a good rest today."

Liao Han hesitated: "Brother, is that mask... made of human skin?"

Xuanzi's eyes suddenly became sharper, and he said, "Oh, is that so? I bought it from a strange man in Jianghu back then. Did anyone say anything? If you care about it, don't take it with you."

Liao Han shook his head, and said, "No, I found the material a bit strange... I'm just not used to it, brother, then you should rest early."

Xuanzi walked back to the room thoughtfully, tapped on the table lightly in deep thought.Obviously, this apprentice has a fatal weakness—too soft-hearted.He couldn't help but think of Liao Han's ex-husband, the second young master of Shangyang City. Only his character and Liao Han's talent in refining weapons could be called a flawless successor.

He chuckled lightly, but Liao Han's temperament also has its advantages.

For some reason, Liao Han couldn't sleep well at night.

After leaving Shangyang City for so long, he dreamed of a bear boy for the first time.

It seems that in a dark cave, he walked for a long time in a daze, but he couldn't get to the end.Even if he concentrated his mental power on his eyes, what he saw was still a bottomless black color.

Suddenly, he heard a slightly hoarse familiar voice whispering a few inarticulate words behind him.Li Yin seemed to be seriously injured, and his speech was intermittent, the voice almost made his heart ache.

He was listening carefully, when a familiar body suddenly hugged him from behind, it was extremely cold to the bone, big drops of viscous, warm liquid with a fishy smell dripped on his neck and back... …

Liao Han suddenly opened his eyes, sat up panting, his eyes were in a trance.

It has been a long time since he had such a nightmare. In the first year after the end of the world, he lost his parents and lived a precarious life. He hardly had a peaceful sleep and often had nightmares again and again.Later, he was rescued by a supernatural team. After arriving in the safe zone, he gradually recovered his strength and cheerfulness, and those nightmares never came to his door again.

Liao Han didn't know what this strange dream meant.He felt very strange in his heart, how could he suddenly dream of the bear child, obviously he had hardly thought of him in his daily life...

Thinking of this, Liao Han laughed at himself, why did he suddenly have a feeling of weakness?Maybe it's because I met an old friend today...