Finally, the unscrupulous observation of others attracted the attention of the young man.

He turned his head and looked at the "female beggar" sitting on the street not far away. Then he was stunned for a moment, then seemed puzzled, and frowned as if thinking, and asked.

"I wonder if I did something wrong, this girl?"

“What’s wrong?”

Wang Wu's attention finally shifted to his face because of the young man's voice. The next moment, she reacted, knowing that her behavior might have aroused the other party's vigilance, then raised her shoulders and said indifferently: "No, what's wrong?"

"Why did that girl keep staring at me?" A trace of vigilance flashed in the young man's eyes, but his words were not the tone that an ordinary passerby should have.

In comparison, he is more like a man from the martial arts world.

The young man's sharpness hidden in his vigilance made Wang Wu look more cautious in his heart.

"Oh, nothing, but when I see you look rich, you can even eat pickled buns, so it's inevitable that you are a little novel." She said with a brow raised.

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to eat his own food, as if he was not going to talk to the young man more.

Seeing that Wang Wu took the initiative, the young man had no intention of going up to ask for a clear plan.

He took the steamed buns handed over by Old Man Wang, swept his eyes in the direction of Wang Wu again, and turned around and left the steamed bun shop.

Wang Wu raised his head again after the young man left.

Looking at his back from afar, he narrowed his eyes and thoughtful.

······

Ning Que'er had just arrived in Poyang City these days, the second month after he left the cave with a huge mountain and a valley.

He came here to find a family whose surname was Li.

He looked for the Li family to find someone, who was named Wang Wu.

Although many years have passed, well, to be precise, it should be 11 and 12 years.

But Ning Que'er still couldn't forget the girl who calmly stuffed a short knife into his arms when he was in trouble.

At that time, he felt that the knife was stabbed into his arms, and it still made him unforgettable.

The reason is that he knew that the short knife not only represented the girl’s only self-protection method at that time, but also represented the only hope that she could survive well between the two.

But the girl handed it to him, and sold the fifty taels of silver she had obtained from her free self.

Ning Quer'er can't forget this kind of kindness that was calmed by the other party, or "cold" and dared not forget it.

What's more, he still remembered the girl's appearance when she used to boil medicine for him, the beautiful brows after they frowned slightly, and the cold snowy night they first met.

Therefore, after leaving the isolated valley, Ning Que'er rushed back to Poyang City as soon as possible.

He wants to find the girl, whether she is alive or dead.

If she is gone for some reason, he will go to worship, and then repay kindness and revenge.

If she was still there, he would do his best to allow the other party to have a stable life.

A person no longer has worries or suffering for the rest of his life, so as to make up for her lonely wandering in the first half of her life.

Also, if the other party wants to.

Yes, the premise is that she wants to.

So no matter whether the girl is beautiful or ugly now, or what is her identity?

Ning Quer has already thought about it.

He would propose marriage to marry her, just like an ordinary man and a woman, and the media married her.

This was something he decided a long time ago.

It was not for repaying kindness, but for the little girl who would rather be injured himself than protect him.

In secular terms, they are childhood sweethearts and are well-known.

Ning Que'er wanted to protect the girl, as she said before.

This is the idea he had many years ago.

As he once thought, they should always be together.

Unfortunately, he failed to do it in the past.

Fortunately, he should have the ability to do it now.

······

After leaving the world for more than ten years, where are the old friends in the past now?

Sharpen your sword and turn into a sharp edge and frost and white blades, and become the king without doing anything.

······

Wang Wu was not sure whether the short knife on the young man's waist was the one she had given out.

After all, her knife has no distinctive features, it is just a knife with ordinary shapes and materials.

A knife that you may see when you walk into a blacksmith shop.

The reason why Wang Wu paid attention to the young man's knife was just because she suddenly felt something in the dark.

Is it possible that I feel wrong?

Or maybe I just didn't wake up because of a hangover?

Wang Wu asked himself this, but his footsteps were already following the figure of the young man.

She wants to see where he plans to go next.

Just a thought flashed through me and I made such a decision in my heart.

So, on a small street, Ning Que'er walked in front, recalling the direction of the Li family in memory.

Wang Wu followed behind, recalling the appearance of the short knife in his memory.

They all seem to be approaching an answer they think.

Until Ning Que'er, wearing white clothes, suddenly turned into an alley.

Until Wang Wu set out to follow in a distraction.

"brush!"

In an instant, a sword light lit up.

In the alley, under the scattered light and shadow, Ning Quer did not hold back.

The cold and frosty face was half bright and half dark. The dark ones were the shadows in the alley, and the bright ones were the sky light reflected by the blade.

Although it was his first time to enter the world alone, it was not the first time he had fought with people, nor was it the young man who had never seen blood.

When people are in the world, life and death are determined by fate, the world is dangerous, and they have the intention to kill.

This is what his master taught him, so after he felt someone was following him, he directly led people to the alley.

Then he made all his strength and stabbed an unreserved sword.

The sword should have been hung under the short sword around his waist, but it suddenly came out of the sheath, but it was cold light Lili, as if it was still venting the cold air.

However, Ning Que'er would not have killed anyone for the sake of being followed.

He just wanted to give the other party a warning, a warning that was deep enough to the hearts of the people.

Therefore, his sword would stop in front of the throat of the visitor, the moment the tip of the sword pierces its skin.

To do this, it is not as simple as movement and stillness. He needs a person to have almost slight control over a sword.

Even those famous sword-users in the world who have become famous can stop the sword between hairs while using all their strength.

And Ning Quer is obviously better than them.

His sword is fast, ruthless and accurate.

Unfortunately, his opponent is not the right person.

The next moment, the person who was standing in front of Ning Quer had already fallen backwards.

Immediately afterwards, a foot without shoes kicked him in the chest without hesitation, causing him to take three steps back.

The kick left only a shocked face on his face.

Ning Que'er had not yet come to her senses when she looked down at the black footprints left by her small feet on her snow-white clothes.

The person opposite him was already holding his hands, leaning his body beside the wall of the alley, and speaking lazily.
Chapter completed!