Seeing that things were gradually exceeding his expectations, Han Anzai couldn't sit still.

He quickly said: "Daughter... this matter needs to be considered in the long term, but we can't be careless..."

"Dad!" Han Ying's face was full of seriousness: "My previous marriages were all appointed by my father. You should know very well that I don't like any of them, but this time, I want to choose by myself, as my daughter.

Please……"

My daughter begs you.

These five words made Han An melt in his heart.

Han Ying has been very sensible since childhood, but this is the first time in these years that she begged him.

"well……"

So, he just sighed heavily and stopped talking.

Han Ying looked at Feng Wuchen again: "Master Feng! You don't have to care about your origin or your situation! You just need to answer me, are you willing to marry me..."

Feng Wuchen was caught in a dilemma for a moment.

He thought for a moment and was about to speak.

suddenly……

He seemed to have been struck by lightning, his expression was dull, and he was stunned on the spot.

"..."

After a long time.

"Master Feng..."

Feng Wuchen woke up after receiving Han Ying's call.

I saw him nodding mechanically: "Ah...I do!"

"..."

Seeing Feng Wuchen nodding, Han Anzai was a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything else.

"Forget it...forget it! Since you two are in love, I can't say anything else, so I'll choose an auspicious day for you and hold your wedding!"

"Daughter, take Feng Wuchen and find a wing in the backyard!"

"yes……"

Han Ying's cheeks were slightly red, she stood up slowly, and said to Feng Wuchen: "Master, please come with me!"

"..."

Along the way, Feng Wuchen was a little distracted. Han Ying talked to him several times, but he ignored him.

After a while, when they arrived at a wing in the backyard, the woman suddenly stamped her feet and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Feng... I was a little aggressive just now! In fact, you can't bear to say it from the bottom of my heart.

, you don’t want to marry me, right?”

"Ah? Why did the girl say this?"

The woman sighed softly, and her words were filled with deep self-abasedness, even a bit crying: "I can feel that you really don't dislike my appearance, but that's just out of sympathy, right?

…Which normal man is willing to marry an ugly monster as his wife?”

"Sigh... But I have no choice. My father has reached the point of using whatever means necessary because of my marriage! I don't want him to worry about me anymore! Mr. Feng, if you don't like Han Ying, you and I will have nothing to do with our marriage.

Just treat it as a transaction! There is no need to force the rest..."

"actually……"

"Master Feng, your room is here. I live opposite. If you need anything, you can call me!"

"..."

After saying that, Han Ying simply turned around and left.

Feng Wuchen turned around and opened the door. After entering the room, he sat cross-legged on the bed, frowning.

"Miss Bai? Just now...were you calling me?"

Previously, in the study, Feng Wuchen had no intention of agreeing to Han Ying's request.

However, at the critical moment, a voice came from his mind: Promise her...

Speaking of which, he hadn't heard that voice for nearly a hundred years!

It is the voice of Bai Muyun, the fourth level sword master of Long Yuan!

That's why he was so distracted all the time.

However, no matter how he asked, there was still no movement in his body.

After a long time, he lay on the bed like a puddle of mud. Disappointed, he let out a long breath: "Did you have auditory hallucinations? It seems that my state of mind is not strong enough... that's all!"

After being in the world for a hundred years, I can’t decide what happens to me. It’s better to just take things as they come! Maybe meeting Miss Han is also a part of my destiny..."

"..."

At night, Feng Wuchen was resting in his room.

suddenly,

There was a knock on the door.

"Master Feng!"

"Miss Han?" Feng Wuchen opened the door and asked curiously: "Miss, I'm here late at night. Is there something wrong?"

But she saw Han Ying holding a quilt in her arms: "The weather has turned cold, and you don't have any cultivation skills. The quilt in the room is too thin, you will catch a cold!"

Feng Wuchen was stunned for a moment.

Han Ying is a heavenly being who doesn't care about cold or heat, and doesn't eat grains.

But the other party took his situation into consideration and sent him a quilt in the middle of the night.

Perhaps it was because she had received strange looks from people since she was a child that Han Ying was extremely considerate and could even think about Feng Wuchen from the perspective of an ordinary person.

"Thank you so much, Miss Han!"

Feng Wuchen was moved and quickly took the quilt.

"Miss Han, would you like to come in and sit for a while..."

"That's not necessary..."

"It's okay! Miss, I'd like to have a cup of tea before leaving!"

Saying that, Feng Wuchen stretched out his hand to pull Han Ying in an extremely natural manner.

But the moment their skin touched each other.

"Do not touch me……"

Han Ying, who had always been gentle, actually screamed.

Feng Wuchen looked stunned.

After looking at each other for a long time, Feng Wuchen realized what he was doing and withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Miss Han! I was rude..."

Han Ying's face showed panic, and she hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng... I didn't do it because I dislike you..."

"Are you afraid that if you get too close to me, I will be unlucky?"

After hearing these words, Han Ying, who was at a loss for words, was suddenly startled: "You...how did you know?"

Growing up, except for her father Han An, as long as she had physical contact with others, she would be extremely afraid of them.

Over time, she herself became more sensitive than others.

When Han Ying raised her head, the moonlight happened to shine on Feng Wuchen's face. At this moment, she felt that this man had a strange charm.

Moreover, this

A man actually said what he was thinking.

"Miss Han, you keep asking me if I really don't care about your appearance and destiny! Now it seems that you shouldn't ask me this question, but should ask yourself!"

"I……"

"Also, although you said you wanted to marry me, you have never taken off your veil until now! Miss Han, it is easy to get rid of thieves in the mountains, but it is difficult to get rid of thieves in your heart..."

"..."

After a long silence, Feng Wuchen said again: "It's late at night, Miss Han, please rest early. Thank you for the bedding! Otherwise, my seven-foot body will be frozen all night!"

"..."

"It's easy to get rid of thieves in the mountains, but it's harder to get rid of thieves in your heart..."

Han Ying kept repeating what Feng Wuchen had just said, looking a little dazed, and returned to the room.

A night without words...
To be continued...