MTL - Heaven’s Shadow-Chapter 591 Sense of shadow

A small wooden table, dilapidated chairs are placed at the side of the alley; a piece of canvas is supported on top of the head, and in order to shade and protect the rain, it also blocks the dark red light above the head, which makes people feel uneasy.

Take a bowl of ravioli, a little bit of sesame oil, and sprinkle some fresh green onions. The steaming, fragrant aroma is a bit of a show, and it gives the population an appetite.

There was a large bowl at the corner of the table, which contained self-pickled chopsticks and spoons. Song Wenji took the white porcelain spoon with pleasure, squinted his eyes, smelled the aroma, took a deep breath, and his face was a little satisfied.

Lu Luchen looked at her aside, and then looked at the same bowl of ravioli placed in front of her. After hesitating for a moment, she took a spoon and took a sip of soup, and tasted the taste.

Song Wenji did not rush to eat, showing a bit of expectation, watching Lu Chen smiled and said, "How is it, is it delicious?" Then she sighed again, and said, "This house is a few years old The stall is here. I have eaten here when I was young. The taste is so delicious. "

Lu Chen looked at the bowl of crickets in front of him, but the glimmer in the bottom of his eyes flashed, then he looked up at Song Wenji.

女子 This woman in Tianlutang and even the Real Fairy League, with the identity of a true iron lady in the iron pot, can be described as a young man with a strong reputation. Even on weekdays, if she can't be completely arbitrary, she should be free and do whatever she wants.

She has been in Tianlutang for a few years, but in the past few years, after listening to the meaning in her words, it seems that she has never returned here to eat something she has never forgotten?

Is she too busy these years to come here, or is there any other reason?

这些 And these faintly reveal a few private words, usually people have heard it, but for Lu Chen, it is easy to detect the subtleties. It is justified that Song Wenji would not know Lu Chen's identity and the doubts of these words, but she still said so. What does this mean?

Lu Chen was silent for a moment, but did not answer Song Wenji's words about deliciousness and taste, but smiled at her, and said, "It seems that you are in a good mood today. Are there any good things recently?"

"How can there be good things, bad things and bad things? A lot of things are right." Song Wenji sighed, sipped a little soup with a spoon, and didn't drink her mouth. It seemed to be a little afraid of being hot, and turned twice in the bowl. , Said, "A few days ago, did you know about Yulou on the mountain?"

"Well, I passed by that night and looked outside the building," Lu Chen said.

Song Wenji glanced at him, for some reason it seemed a little embarrassed, his face and cheeks were a little red, at that moment it was really charming and charming. She was a bit shy and a little shy, and sighed, "I'm ashamed, have you seen that night, am I embarrassed?"

Lu Chen said positively: "It's a bit embarrassing, but when it comes to shame, it's nothing like that. It's nothing to do with you. It's the gangster who commits evil. He should be guilty of death, but you are innocent.

Song Wenji's eyes flowed like a jewel shining, but she didn't have the kind of sadness and tears of her young daughter. She always seemed to be more beautiful and charming with a little bit of British spirit and strength, and rarely saw her when she was weak. .

She was thoughtful and thought afterwards: "What you said makes sense, but unfortunately the world is the same. Women are insulted, and even if they have not lost themselves, they have talked nonstop." She looked at Lu Chen and asked: " Have you heard any rumors about me these days? "

Lu Chen was silent, for a while I did n’t know what to say, such rumors, to be honest, he did hear it. In this male-dominated practice world, for a beautiful woman and the appearance of broken clothes at night , Naturally, there will be people with their brains wide open, imagining many things and scenes by themselves.

这些 In these matters, Lu Chen sometimes feels that monks are in fact no different from mortals.

He didn't speak, and Song Wenji naturally knew the answer, shrugged, and didn't look particularly angry. He just smiled and said, "But it looks like you don't believe it. That's good. There are very few people like you. ,thank you."

Lu Chen waved his hand and said, "I would be stupid if I really believed those nonsense."

Ji Song Wenji Ming stared at him, his face seemed a bit complicated, and after a while, he suddenly asked Lu Chen: "I heard that you came from a shadowy company a long time ago?"

尘 Lu Chen felt a little in his heart, but his face remained the same, and he nodded, "That's true."

Song Wenji seemed to be sighing, saying, "From a shadow that no one knows, to a true monk disciple who is more than 10,000 people in one person in Fuyun Division, your experience can really be said to be a legend."

"It's just a bit of luck." Lu Chen said lightly, then glanced at her, said with a smile, "Well, why are you suddenly interested in my past?"

Song Wenji stopped talking.

In this oppressive and gloomy morning, in this lively mortal street, they are sitting on dilapidated tables and chairs in the crowd, just like an ordinary human couple. They looked at each other, their faces were calm, and the people around them didn't seem to notice anything. They covered up the faint colors in their eyes with those fireworks.

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"What is it like to be a shadow ..."

Song Wenji's white jade-like fingers, holding the white porcelain spoon, turned in the bowl in front of her. In the crisp sound of the light collision between the porcelain spoon and the bowl wall, the soup gas was not as hot as before, and the white smoke was rising, making her face look a little fuzzy.

Lu Chen thought to her that she hadn't taken a bite of maggot until now.

After groaning for a while, Lu Chen said, "It's probably not eating well, can't sleep well, I'm afraid every day, my heart is always hanging, I always feel that maybe the next moment, I will be stabbed to death, or be A group of people besieged and grabbed, and then tortured to death. "

Song Wenji paused for a moment. In the thin white air, she looked up and looked at Lu Chen. After a while, she said softly, "Isn't that good?"

"I'm sorry, so later I chose to stab others with a knife." Lu Chen said with a little mockery, then stretched out one of his palms, and laughed with a mockery, "Look, this is the top Blood-stained. "

Suddenly, Song Wenji's hand in Bai Qi suddenly came over and held Lu Chen's hand.

Lu Chen's expression on his face froze, and he almost recoiled subconsciously, but instead of looking at Song Wenji, he glanced around his body, a sharp meaning spread out instantly around him, and then again Dissipate away.

"I didn't ask someone to ambush here to kill you." Song Wenji said, "After all, you are the most beloved and only disciple of Tianlan Zhenjun. If you do something, no one can afford that anger, even me No, then, I'm afraid that even my righteous father can't protect me. "

Lu Chen smiled and said, "It seems I still have a good backer."

Song Wenji's eyes were slightly blurred. Looking at the palm he held in his hand, the man's skin was not delicate, and a rough and solid feeling came from the tentacles ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ It seemed that he was used to holding a sword Axe, but somehow, did not have the **** imagination.

"The shadow is not good ..." she said quietly again.

Lu Luchen looked at her and said nothing.

Then, she said it again, with a bit of emotion and a little contempt, and said, "Some people still have to rack their brains to do it."

Lu Luchen looked at her without blinking, the smile on his face slowly dissipated, and there was a bit of coldness in Rongse.

Qi Song Wenji didn't seem to care and let go of her hand, but Lu Chen turned her palms suddenly and grabbed her slender, white, fragile palms.

Song Wenji raised his eyes and looked at him.

Lu Chen gazed at her for a while, and the frost on his face gradually receded, and after a while, he let go of his hand and said gently, "Hurry up and eat early, otherwise it should be cold."

Song Wenji glanced down at the bowl and sipped the soup with his fingers and spoon, but shook his head, looked indifferent, stood up, and said, "It's not good, the taste of childhood, no more No more. "

With that said, she dropped the spoon, turned around, and walked away. It didn't take long for her to leave this warm and lively place, but in the eyes of the monks, she seemed to be carrying a somewhat lowly ordinary alley without looking back. Already.

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