Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Huan Rongxing first changed into a snow-white robe, which made his already handsome face look even more unparalleled.

No one within a ten-mile radius had ever seen such a graceful and elegant young man.

A girl passing by the store took a casual glance at him and saw a hint of infatuation in her eyes, as if she was fixed in place.

Then he changed into a moon-white dress.

In the current dynasty, knights are quite popular. This light blue clothing imitates the knight's clothing. The arms, long legs and waist are slightly narrowed, and the tight clothing is convenient for movement and work.

When worn on Huan Rongxing, it perfectly accentuates his narrow waist, like a knife that can take someone's life.

The bound arms and calves appeared slightly swollen, and although the muscles inside were not visible, anyone who saw it would not ignore the power within.

Now there are more people gathering outside the store. Unlike before, most of those who are peeking in are married women.

Their attention was different from that of the ignorant little girl. Their eyes were very sharp, lingering on Huan Rongxing's narrow waist and arms, and their eyes seemed to be shining.

Huan Rongxing was sensitive to the gazes scanning his body and felt unhappy.

His long eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes darkened, and the look he gave outside was cold and oppressive, forcing the people around him to quickly disperse and leave.

"This is a good one, it looks like a chivalrous hero. I can even imagine Brother Xing riding on his horse and galloping like a meteor!"

Mo Shixi's eyes sparkled. She had lived alone in the mountains for several years and was used to that kind of loneliness. However, she still had a natural liking for the cheerful knights who roamed the world.

The girl's gaze on him was very scorching, simpler than the woman's direct gaze, but much more passionate.

Huan Rongxing's ear tips were tinged with a touch of sunset glow. He casually adjusted his slightly wrinkled collar. The unhappy mood disappeared completely, and the curve of his mouth corners continued to grow.

"You must buy this, Brother Xing. If you have any other set you like, I'll ask the store clerk to pack them together and take them to the checkout."

Huan Rongxing glanced at the clothes he had tried on one by one, and finally his eyes settled on the blue one.

He remembered that during the days he had been with Shi Xi, this color appeared most frequently in the clothes she had changed.

If they bought this set, and they took turns going out together next time, it would probably cause outsiders who were not aware of the situation to misunderstand their relationship.

But for some reason, when he thought of this possibility, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Hearing Mo Shixi's urging, he pursed his lips, waved his hand towards another set of white robes, and finally pretended to casually hand over the green one.

Living in the mountains, chopping wood and cooking are tasks that can easily dirty clothes. White robes are difficult to wash clean, so they are definitely not an option.

Huan Rongxing successfully convinced himself, without a trace of guilt on his face.

Mo Shixi didn't notice his little trick, so he packed the two sets together and paid for them.

Walking out of the clothing store, Mo Shixi was still recalling the dashing knight's costume, and comparing it with his memory of when he picked up Huan Rongxing before.

A guess about Huan Rongxing's identity suddenly popped up in her mind. She turned her head to look at Huan Rongxing and told him her guess.

"Brother Xing, it seems that the outfit you were wearing when I found you by the river was somewhat similar to this one."

"Tell me, maybe you were also a knight in the past, punishing evil and promoting good every day. It was just that you accidentally fell off the cliff while fighting the bad guys."

The scene described by Mo Shixi was extremely similar to Huan Rongxing's past. In an instant, several frames of the scene flashed through Huan Rongxing's mind.

There is a scene where he practices martial arts in a spacious courtyard wearing tight training clothes;

There was also a scene where he and a man and a woman were fighting together in the woods. The man and woman looked blurry and he couldn't see them clearly, but he felt that he should know them.

There was also the scene where he swiftly hunted a hare and a pheasant and roasted them. The roasted prey was shiny and looked delicious. If Shi Xi was here, he would definitely enjoy eating it.

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Countless past scenes appeared faster and faster, and his mind was filled with many chaotic memories in an instant. He couldn't make sense of them, and he only felt his head beginning to ache slightly.

"Brother Xing, Brother Xing, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Shixi quickly put his hand on Huan Rongxing's forehead, his eyes full of worry.

I don't know what happened. He was fine just now, but in the blink of an eye, Huan Rongxing's face turned pale, with one hand on his left forehead, and his expression was very painful.

"nothing."

Huan Rongxing came out of his messy memories and temporarily ignored the past that might be his own. Seeing Mo Shixi's concerned look, he smiled weakly.

"It's just a slight headache. Maybe I didn't sleep well this morning."

Somehow, he concealed the memories in his mind that might be from his past, and pretended nothing happened, carrying his things and continuing to stroll around the market with her.

On the way back on the ox cart, Huan Rongxing looked at Mo Shixi who was fighting with Qingfeng who had ruffled her hair. She was still a simple and innocent girl.

An idea silently emerged in his mind:

"It seems to be pretty good to live a plain life with Shi Xi. Shi Xi may be curious about the life of swords and swords, but she won't be eager for it. So let it be. Anyway, I haven't remembered everything, so why bother to speak it out and disrupt my current life."

After returning home, Huan Rongxing started to work very consciously.

First, he skillfully put the rice, flour and seasonings in their proper places, then washed and hung the newly bought clothes on the bamboo poles in the yard, and then returned to his temporary room to sort out his thoughts.

The house that Shi Xi lives in now is not very big. It has everything you need, such as a medicine room, kitchen and a spacious yard, except for the bedroom.

Just like what several aunties on the ox cart said, she and Grandma Mo used to depend on each other.

When the wooden house was built, no extra space was left for the bedrooms, and there were only two. Since Grandma Mo passed away, the house where she lived was temporarily blocked off.

Now that there is a grown man, it stands to reason that there is no shortage of two bedrooms.

But when he showed up, he was a patient with severe external injuries. In order to prevent his wounds from being infected by dust, it was inconvenient for him to live in the room where Grandma Mo had lived.

Even though there are differences between men and women, in order for his patients to recover properly, Mo Shixi gave his room to Huan Rongxing and lived in Mo Po Po's room.

Grandma Mo's room was not dirty either. Although it was temporarily blocked, Shixi Mo would often clean it and open the windows for ventilation, and would also sprinkle clean water to absorb the dust in the air.

It just can't compare to an occupied room.

Entering Mo Shixi's boudoir, Huan Rongxing put down his things and sat down on the stool in front of the wooden window.

The familiar vase is still placed in front of the window, but the bouquet inside has changed in appearance, but its natural and proud look in the wind has not changed.

Huan Rongxing also saw the owner of the bouquet.