Chapter 275 People Always Fall in Love with the Heroes Who Save Them

In the warm light, Wei Yuan quietly looked at the girl in front of him.

Simple and direct whispers.

Even the 'Vodka Goddess' who was eavesdropping in the attic couldn't help but be moved. Compared with Wei Yuan's past behavior, it was like a Daqin elite soldier holding a spear and singing "No Clothes," whispering about reeds, creating a contrasting and impactful feeling.

The goddess wearing fluffy pajamas narrowed her eyes slightly and said:

"I understand."

She pondered, then suddenly realized:

"So, it's only natural that Kua Lin would fall in love with you."

"After all, when she was on the verge of death, you carried her for ten days and ten nights within the domain of the Corpse of Nüchou. You were her hero."

The girl didn't seem to realize the meaning of Wei Yuan's words at all. Instead, because Kua Lin had just been mentioned, she naturally associated it with this. Wei Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, couldn't help but laugh. The goddess glared at him and said, "Isn't that so?"

Wei Yuan said, "I wasn't talking about her..."

The goddess asked doubtfully, "Then what were you talking about?"

She thought seriously.

"Who else have you saved..."

The girl's thoughts suddenly paused slightly, and memories of the past surfaced in her mind. She saw the martial general in the late Qin Dynasty who rode a warhorse to solve those bandits, and she saw the crouching tiger who smiled at her after she ascended to the ghost realm in this life. Her thoughts froze.

He saved me.

Heroes always appear in time to save others.

She had just said that he was the hero.

So, the meaning of his words was...

She looked at the man in front of her, whose temperament was becoming more and more heroic, as if she heard Wei Yuan whispering with a smile.

People always fall in love with the heroes who save them.

I also saved you, so will you...

The conclusion was naturally drawn, a very simple three-stage logical progression. The girl's eyes widened, and her voice became stammering. Her fair face gradually turned red, and she looked at Wei Yuan, who had suddenly said such, such frivolous words, in disbelief, stammering:

"You, you..."

"Hmm? What's wrong with me?"

Wei Yuan was at a loss. "Did I say something wrong just now?"

The disciple who had been taught by Master, 'At least, at least you have to reflect once before you do it!', the charioteer who was crowned with the name of Bamboo of Nanshan, began to reflect, recall, and analyze the words he had just said instinctively.

Well, Jue saved me.

I said that people will definitely fall in love with the heroes who save them.

Wait!

Wei Yuan's eyes widened. This sentence, this this this...

Doesn't this mean directly saying I love you?

Damn it, listen to me...

He suddenly raised his head and saw the girl's face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and a pair of eyes like a clear breeze were only a palm's distance away from him—have you ever seen the wind, have you ever crossed the snow, traveled hundreds of thousands of miles to the Western Regions, eight hundred miles of quicksand, but have you ever seen the long wind of Kunlun? Have you ever seen the red sunset that stretches for thousands of miles, reflected in the rivers and flowing into the mortal world?

Those eyes were full of flowing light, quietly reflecting Wei Yuan in front of her.

Wei Yuan's face also turned red.

Master's teachings were actually very traditional.

The three hundred poems, in a nutshell, say to have no impure thoughts.

The silent atmosphere gradually became gentle. The painter in the attic covered her mouth and nose with one hand, leaning her back against the old wooden wall to prevent herself from shouting subconsciously, but she was already shouting wildly in her heart, hurry up, hurry up!

You fucking go for it, coward!

I want to draw one hundred and eight fan art pictures!

Even she felt her heart pounding.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely good, the door was suddenly kicked open, and the cold air outside, mixed with snowflakes and alcohol, rolled in together. Water Ghost and Qian Lai Mountain God walked in with their arms around each other's shoulders, one holding a bottle of glass cola, and the other holding a bottle of turquoise classic beer.

Laughing loudly: "Good, good, good!"

"Good wine!"

"The human world is really a good place!"

"Hahaha, if you like it, I'll take you to eat skewers next time. I'm telling you, beer and cola only go well with skewers, and it has to be in the hot summer, when there are so many people, with a big pot outside, listening to stories and talks from all over the world, that's when it's fun!"

"Eating at home has no soul!"

"Hahahaha, you're a soul-devouring monster too!"

"Good brother!"

"Good brother!"

"Big brother!"

"Second brother!"

Qian Lai Mountain God laughed and drank, then stopped abruptly.

The two big hooligans, one stepping out with his left foot, the other stepping out with his right foot, both froze in mid-air.

Their faces were dull as they looked at the scene in front of them, deathly silent.

Water Ghost's right hand trembled, and the cola spilled out.

Qian Lai Mountain God's mouth twitched, and the beer he drank spewed out.

They saw the young man and woman in the museum, looking at each other, their faces flushed red.

The two of them immediately distanced themselves.

Dead silence, a dead silence.

They looked at each other.

Silence.

Water Ghost reacted instantly, broke away from Qian Lai Mountain God's arm, stepped forward, and turned around.

He kicked the door open with one foot, a powerful shot.

Qian Lai Mountain God was kicked out.

The Water Ghost, who looked handsome and洒脱 but was actually the scum of scums, directly disposed of the Mountain God.

His mouth twitched.

"Sorry, wrong way."

He threw himself out and scurried away with his head in his hands.

The cold air that swept in, on the contrary, eased the accelerated heartbeat. Wei Yuan, who had just felt the world was vast like an ice field and everything was desolate, felt a little hot, and exhaled a breath of foul air. The girl also narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Only the 'Vodka Goddess' in the attic gritted her teeth, stabbing the digital tablet with the stylus, tears streaming down her face: "Wuwuwu...Damn Water Ghost, I'm going to stab you to death, I'm going to stab you to death, stab you to death, is your brain full of water?!"

"Damn it, Kikasho!"

She took out a bottle of the water of life from the side.

Opening the bottle cap with one hand.

She tilted her head back and gulped it all down.

The girl's face, which was thin and delicate like a willow swaying in the breeze, was flushed with drunkenness. She raised her sleeve and wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve covered in various colors of paint. Her eyes seemed to glow red, and she burped.

While crying, she gritted her teeth:

"Wuwuwu, smelly Water Ghost, rotten Water Ghost, I'm going to draw fan art of you!"

"I'm going to turn you into a bastard who only knows how to mate, wuwuwu..."

"Give me back my atmosphere!"

"Give it back to me!"

………………

"Well, the food is also put down, Yuan, remember to eat."

The girl raised her hand and tidied her hair, with a little blush remaining on her face.

Viewing flowers under the moon, a beautiful woman under the lamp.

"I, I'll go first."

Jue's rational organization began to urge her to leave quickly.

Wei Yuan exhaled and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Wait a minute."

Ah!

The girl took half a step back in fright.

Wei Yuan looked at her, his eyes narrowed, and he said softly: "I should be a little busy during this time, to deal with some simple things, um, it won't be too long. After that, do you want to go out to play together? We can go see the snow, or take a walk... just to take a break from being busy."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, gently pressing her hand on her chest, and smiled: "It's time to take a walk."

"Are we all going together? Okay, I'll take a look at the guide in advance."

"No."

Wei Yuan shook his head, his eyes fixed on her.

"Just you and me."

"Just the two of us."

A moment of silence.

The girl answered softly:

"Um, okay, okay."

……………………

Jue had a calm expression, walked through the street, ignored the Qian Lai Mountain God and Water Ghost who were huddled together in the snow, trembling with fear and anxiety, her posture was graceful and elegant, like the long wind on the top of Kunlun, passing over the old street, her posture was cold and aloof.

Well, it's just that the fluffy pajamas are a little out of place.

Behind the girl's graceful posture, the fluffy pajamas hat swayed.

Open the door, close the door, lock it.

Upstairs, step by step.

Close the attic on the second floor.

Close the curtains on the third floor.

The elegant, peaceful, and gentle goddess was silent.

One second.

Two seconds.

In the third second, the girl kicked off her warm slippers, revealing her fair and jade-like toes. Then, with a running start, the girl in the fluffy pajamas jumped on the bed. The mattress moved elastically, and the girl who had closed all the doors and windows suddenly used force. The quilt on the bed was shaken open with a rustling sound and thrown up.

Then, she floated down from above in a fully unfolded posture.

Domain, expand!

The girl had a solemn expression.

Then, like a hamster, she directly wrapped herself in the quilt.

The four corners of the quilt were all retracted with a whoosh.

Then she rolled and rolled on the bed.

Ahhhhh!

It's a date!

A date!

No one saw it, no one knew.

So it's okay.

……………………

Wei Yuan watched the girl, whose expression was calm and peaceful, and whose demeanor was as dignified and elegant as a goddess, walk away.

His eyes narrowed.

The Great Monk and the Soldier Soul heard the commotion and came out. They looked at the two big hooligans trembling in the snow, and looked at Wei Yuan. The latter had a calm expression and said, "It's okay, it's normal. By the way, Yuanjue, I'll be going out for a few days. I'll leave the museum to you."

The Great Monk said, "It's okay, Curator Wei, do you need any help?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and looked at the Nine-Ring Tin Staff that had been passed down. "It's nothing."

"I can handle it myself."

"Remember... resonate with this staff more."

"Perhaps, you can still get more from this staff."

For example... Xuanzang's will.

If it were in Xuanzang's hands, this staff would definitely be able to evolve into a human artifact.

Yuanjue nodded solemnly. Wei Yuan nodded and walked towards his residence. The Great Monk and the Soldier Soul looked at the back of Curator Wei and sighed: "Curator Wei's steps are calm and relaxed. It seems that he is already confident about what will happen next."

The Soldier Soul nodded in admiration: "Yes, ah."

"Curator's cultivation is becoming more and more advanced, and he is fighting against many powerful enemies."

"We must also keep up!"

"Yes, yes!"

The war god who was seen as more and more lofty and calm by the Soldier Soul and Yuanjue, who was fighting on the front line of the human race, returned to the quiet room, closed the door, closed the windows, drew the curtains, and applied the talisman in one go.

Then, he clenched his right fist and made a hard gesture.

"Yay!"

"I succeeded!"

"I said it!"

Wei Yuan, a great victory!

Wei Yuan, who was in a happy mood, thought about going out on a business trip to fight. After thinking about it, in addition to improving his strength, he could also pull in foreign aid. For example, the origin of the Monkey King is Wuzhiqi, but there are a few scholars who insist on sending it out, saying that it comes from the Hanuman of the North Indian mythology.

In fact, as long as you understand the mythology, you will find that they have nothing in common except that they are both monkeys.

That monkey will definitely not be able to bear it.

Wuhu, that monkey will definitely not be able to bear it.

Wei Yuan took out his phone and, like Zhang Ruosu at the time, naturally dialed out:

"Water Lord, have you been feeling tired from playing games recently? Are you in a bad mood?"

"If you're in a bad mood."

"Well, do you want to go on a business trip to North India to relax?"

After typing this line, he was about to send it out. He was about to press the send button, but he paused, thought, deleted all the words, and rewrote:

"Water Lord, limited-time hero-level dungeon with high drop rate is now open!"

"The True and False Monkey King 1v1, are you coming?!"

Click, send!

ps: Today's first update... three thousand four hundred words.