Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

Wu Xie and Ling Yue tacitly refrained from discussing Su Nan further.

Regardless of Su Nan's true feelings for Wu Xie, their relationship was destined to be one of mutual exploitation once Su Nan became a member of the Wang family.

Su Nan used Wu Xie to complete the ultimate mission she was born for, and Wu Xie, in turn, used her importance in Su Nan's life to break down her defenses.

Perhaps at some point in the future, she can become an asset to Li Cu during crucial moments in the Wang family.

After three painful days of taking medicine, Fatty Wang, Second Master Wu, Zhang Rishan, Black Bear, and the others finally arrived.

Also present were Sheng Sheng Man, representing the New Moon Hotel; Huo Xiu Xiu, representing the Xie and Huo families; and members of the Kangbaluo tribe, representing Kangbaluo.

This also means that they have assembled, are fully prepared, and are about to head straight for the Wang family's stronghold!

However, before leaving, Wu Xie finally got to see the scenery he wanted to take Ling Yue to see.

Spring in Medog arrives quickly and passionately.

Like a young girl who has been waiting for a long time and has finally met her beloved, she can't wait to bloom all her beauty for her lover, unrestrained and charming.

What looked like a sparse patch of grass yesterday has transformed overnight, with the golden sun rising once more.

A riot of colors unfolded across the land.

Under the dazzling morning sun, the flowers were as radiant and beautiful as the sea of ​​flowers that Ling Yue had gazed at countless times from the mountaintop.

"Spring in Tibet is short but intense; these flowers bloom after patiently enduring the long snow season."

Wu Xie bent down and quickly picked a bunch of flowers. He turned around and smiled as he approached Ling Yue, who was staring blankly at the sea of ​​flowers.

He wanted to say that he wished to give you the warmth and beauty of early spring.

He also wanted to say that he hoped that when you see flowers in the fields or by the roadside in the future, you would occasionally think of him.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yue spoke first, abruptly asking him, "Do these flowers smell good?"

Wu Xie paused for a moment, then lowered his head and sniffed lightly, belatedly realizing that he had no sense of smell.

Suddenly, I felt a little regretful.

However, he still handed over the flowers, saying confidently, "They smell wonderful."

Ling Yue smiled, took the flower, smelled it, and then walked over to tuck it into his clothes.

Wu Xie is wearing her own clothes today, not a Tibetan robe, and the lapel is not suitable for arranging flowers.

But she wanted to do that, so Wu Xie tore the coat into a fold and pressed it down with her hand.

He patiently waited for her to use her lapel as a vase to arrange the flowers, then smiled and asked Ling Yue, who had stepped back to admire the view, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Ling Yue folded his hands behind his back, revealing a strange sense of ease. He tilted his head and looked him up and down several times before saying, "It's not good-looking."

But she smiled with her eyes crinkling.

It's obvious that they really like it.

She added, "Wu Xie, these flowers are so beautiful."

Wu Xie feigned frustration: "So, the one who's ugly is me, right?"

Ling Yue casually picked flowers, then turned around and gave him a "teachable" compliment.

Wu Xie wanted to pretend to be angry, but seeing her happy expression, he couldn't bear to be angry anymore.

This was the first time Ling Yue had given him a tangible sense of reality.

It's clear that she really loves these flowers.

Wu Xie was already thinking that when they eventually settled in their secluded farmhouse, they should plant more flowers.

Perhaps Ling Yue will be willing to come back and visit him occasionally because of those flowers.

It was a rare moment when Wu Xie had a moment to clear his mind and think about the future, so he picked some flowers to make a flower wreath for her.

It doesn't matter if I dislike other people, as long as I don't dislike the flowers they send!

At the entrance of the Lama temple in the distance, Fatty Wang leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets and said to Hei Xiazi, who was also leaning against the door frame next to him, "Hey, look at our Tianzhen, he's pretty good at it!"

Black Bear stood with his arms crossed, facing the rising sun, gazing into the distance with a faint smile on his lips.

He just hummed in response and said nothing more.

Fatty Wang, feeling awkward, retorted, "No wonder Tianzhen always says that if she didn't know your surname wasn't Zhang, she would have thought you were like Brother Zhang, the Zhang family's specialty, the Silent One!"

Black Bear leaned his head back against the door frame, no longer looking at the young men and women in the sea of ​​flowers in the distance. He drawled and said lazily, "I'm an old man now, I'll just bask in the sun."

After seeing so much, I can't help but overthink, and overthinking makes me worry about my cheap apprentice.

Fatty Wang pursed his lips, looked left and right, and then went to bother Sheng Sheng Man who was passing by: "Hey! Man'er, I'm talking to you!"

Sheng Shengman stopped silently and looked at him.

Fatty Wang, ever the cheeky one, deliberately brought up the most sensitive topic: "I heard your boss's crush ran away? What happened? Will we ever have a chance to step into the Crescent Moon Hotel again to attend your boss's wedding?"

Sheng Shengman rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

Standing there and listening to him is pointless; you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!

After one of them left in a huff, Fatty Wang shouted Huo Xiuxiu's name into the courtyard again.

Huo Xiuxiu felt a chill run down her spine. She secretly glanced at Zhang Rishan, who was sitting on the stool next to her, his hands on his knees, his face stern and his whole demeanor extremely serious. She had a bad feeling about this.

She glanced to the side again, and her eyes met those of Master Wu in the corridor.

The other party smiled slightly, then turned and left with his assistant, White Snake.

Huo Xiuxiu felt even more uneasy.

But Fatty Wang kept calling out to her, "Xiuer? Xiuer, aren't you going to come and see?"

Thanks to Wang Pangzi's persistent calls for Xiuer, Zhang Rishan finally turned his gaze to her.

Huo Xiuxiu jumped up from the stool and said dryly, "I suddenly remembered that I have something to tell my subordinates. I'll leave for a bit!"

Pull your legs and run.

Fatty Wang was disappointed that he couldn't invite his friends to watch the show and enjoy the gossip.

He could only turn his head back and continue looking at Wang Meng and Kan Jian not far away.

The two stood in the courtyard outside the gate, looking at the clearest view of the sea of ​​flowers.

Kan Jian was patting Wang Meng on the shoulder, comforting him as he sobbed.

Wang Meng cried uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down her face, constantly glancing at the shop owner and his future wife amidst the sea of ​​flowers. She kept repeating, "I knew it! The boss definitely likes her. I could tell back in the desert. I've been with him for so long, how could I not see his feelings? Now he can finally stay in the shop properly, right? With a wife, and a little boss, I bet he'll stay put, run the shop, and earn money to support the family. Waaah, I've finally waited for this day..."

The black lines on his vest were practically hanging from every angle around his head. He thought to himself, "Aren't you worried that your boss will take his wife and kids back to the Wu family to inherit their billions?"

Who still lives in a three-bedroom apartment where even the water and electricity bills have to be paid by you, young man?

However, seeing Wang Meng crying her eyes out, looking like she'd finally gotten over her hardships, Kan Jian decided to remain kind, considering they were both Wu's employees.

After a brief moment of relief, Wu Xie bid farewell to his master and finally led everyone away from Motuo.