Life Going Wild With Plug-ins

"Ashamed."

Someone sighed quietly during the dinner.

The owner of this voice is a stable elder, sitting west to east at the seat, and looking at the position is one of the most distinguished guests. This person is not angry, and the disciples behind him are lined up in a good manner and have a great pomp.

As soon as he spoke, he breathed his ears and listened respectfully.

"I am a century-old man in Qiuzhuang, pretending to be an orthodox sword. Today I know that we are just mediocre people who are stuck in shape and appearance, and we have almost forgotten the word sword. Today, I have to mention something like a sword. Thank you for being so old. "

After the old man spoke, the disciples behind him knelt respectfully. It was another envy to see Ye Tan get this honor.

Ye Tan faintly replied: "Mr. Qiu praised me." He turned and stepped back to the table.

Qiuzhuang old man Fuxu praised: "Do not be insulted, everyone is good."

Sitting on the seat next to Qiuzhuang's side, he was a desolate man, alone, very deserted, lying on the chair crookedly, applauding and laughing: "Ha ha ha ha! Happily! How many times have I told you that you haven't admitted to blowing your nose and finally planted it today! "

His words were unreasonable, and the old Qiuzhuang smiled lightly: "Why didn't you try a sword grave for a funeral sword? Or do you know that the class is axe-ridden?"

After hearing this, he kicked the table and jumped up, and Yang Qingzhou rushed up to appease him, and finally dragged it away.

The trial was so noisy, and it was over, and the host took guests to the dinner.

Ye Tan hasn't returned yet. The guests who passed by on the road all respected him and saluted him, deliberately chatting, Ye Tan was blocked all the way, and finally came back to me.

"You said ... pay attention to avoid the broken blade, this is what it means." Ye Tan thoughtfully.

I nodded with a smile, and said, "I haven't had time to say that you're leaving, and I'm not afraid to go up and be beaten."

"That is also the responsibility of the subordinates," Ye Tan said.

I held his chin to see him: "You see me that way."

"No ..." Ye Tan wanted to argue, but thought and couldn't speak.

"Are you unhappy?" I asked.

Ye Tan frowned: "The subordinates are shadow guards. They can only protect their masters by hiding in the shadows. They are not used to this ..."

"But I'm happy." I squeezed Ye Tan's hand and looked up at him. "I want the world to know you, understand you, respect you ... I like to see you standing in the sun, thinking Let everyone know how good A Tan is. "

Ye Tan stared blankly at me for a long while, and his dark eyes suddenly flickered. He squinted and kneeled in front of me with one knee, and gently pressed his forehead against my knee.

He was more docile and couldn't help touching his head like a serval.

Ye Tan knelt on for a while, Wen Wentun asked: "Why are you so good to your subordinates?"

I thought about it, and replied with my conscience: "It's okay ...? It's not much better."

Ye Tan looked up at me, eyes bright: "... you are too gentle."

"Also, it's okay." I objectively evaluated, "Isn't it all the way to treat others?"

Ye Tan whispered softly: "Yeah. Because you are gentle in nature and you have changed anyone ... whether you are a subordinate or not, you will treat each other like this."

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

He smiled silently, and suddenly his eyes and brows were tired.

"Are you sleepy?" I asked, touching his head.

"Yes," he said softly.

I was a little surprised. Ye Tan always liked to stay strong. Even he said that he was sleepy, and he must be sleepy. Busy resigned from the dinner party, dragging Yetan back to rest.

He was really sleepy, saying nothing along the way, shoved him back into the quilt, and quilted the horns, and he had closed his eyes.

I kicked my shoes and got in, and fell asleep on his shoulders.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard him talking to himself:

"... Am I too greedy?"

I don't know how long I slept. Someone knocked at the door. I was afraid of waking Ye Tan. I reached out and covered his ears in a confused way. Then I slowly put my head out of the bed and asked, "Who?"

Outside the door was Yang Qingzhou's voice: "The auction is halfway through, don't you see the gentleman?"

I lowered my voice: "Let's go to sleep, don't go."

Yang Qingzhou said goodbye and left, I retracted my hand and shrank into Ye Tan's arms, and immediately fell asleep again.

"Master, the subordinates have not ..."

Seems to hear someone talking? Forget it and wait until you wake up.

When I woke up in the morning, the side was empty, Ye Tan was gone again, and I rolled to the other side for a while and took a while. The place where Yetan stayed was left with a breath that was unclear, not like the temperature or the taste, but it felt more comfortable than where I slept.

After tumbling contentment, he woke up, and walked out of the room with a henhouse and wrinkled pajamas. Yang Qingzhou accidentally wrote in the courtyard. A thick stack of booklets waiting for review was on the stone table. He heard the movement to get up and salute, and his smile froze after a moment.

"Junzi ... don't freshen up and dress up ...?" Yang Qingzhou suggested politely.

"I won't," I said calmly.

Without Ye Tan, I am a ninth-level disabled.

"It was late and missed, please wait for the gentleman." Yang Qingzhou called two nieces and took me back to the room.

The two girls were smart and smart, combed their buns, tied their hair bands, and took new clothes. They were neatly dressed. I asked how to tie my belts and taught me with a smile. I did n’t laugh at my disability. .

I went out and patted Yang Qingzhou's shoulder happily: "Your house is so well prepared, and your girls take good care of people."

"Jungongzi is so famous that serving waiters and diners should be done by the servants." Yang Qingzhou laughed.

I understood: "You mean the girl is responsible for eating and living."

Yang Qingzhou asked, "Yeah, otherwise?"

"Then the guard?" I asked.

"Escort, fight, fight and set fire." Yang Qingzhou joked.

I nodded thoughtfully.

It turned out that Atan had been doing something extra special.

"By the way, the late birth is entrusted by others." Yang Qingzhou remembered the business and put the writing brush on Bishan. He picked up two exquisite and quaint long boxes from the chair, placed them one by one and opened them. A long sword, one of which is inlaid with precious stones and pearls, is full of brilliance, and the other is simple and simple, and gloomy.

Yang Qingzhou said: "This is a gift from Qiuzhuang and Yijianzug. Please ask the gentleman."