MTL - Life Going Wild With Plug-ins-Chapter 38 Which makes it harder for me to give a title and a reader a message?

At noon I tried my best to have a meal on my own. It was quite difficult, but I could barely eat enough.

Ye Tan kept his head on me silently, and couldn't help but come to help several times, but finally pressed down.

I think I should practice a lot and I ca n’t always rely on him.

The Sword Society has passed, and Yanghu Lake is over. Yang Qingzhou is relieved. He is not as nervous as he was at the table. He sometimes laughs with the guests, and someone urges him to get married.

As I listened, I remembered the stubble. It seemed that everyone had to find someone they like, start a family, have a hard time, and grow old. I also remembered that Ye Tan said yesterday that when the woman who has a favorite is in her daily life, she is different from others.

Since I had this idea, I asked straightforwardly, "Adam, do you have a marriage partner?"

Ye Tan was surprised: "Of course not."

"What do you like?" I asked happily.

Ye Tan stayed for a while before answering unnaturally: "Subordinates don't like other people, don't get married, and don't need a target."

I stared at him with eyes wide open: "How do you know that you don't have a favorite woman?"

Ye Tan didn't know how to answer, but just repeated it sillyly: "There is no subordinate."

I became more and more inexplicable and couldn't understand his logic: "You said decisively yesterday that I would have a favorite woman in the future, but you would not have it. Why should I have it? Why do you not have it? Why?"

Ye Tan thought for a while, kneeling on one knee and said, "The whole life is dedicated to the master, he will not be emotional, nor need his family."

This man is really dead-headed, and I bitterly advised: "Oh, the guard, that is a job, why bother to lose everything? You have breakfast in the morning to come to work in the future, and rush home for dinner in the evening, and there is no contradiction on either side. Isn't it? Why is that? "

Ye Tan didn't look up and didn't answer, Geng knelt straight on her neck.

Alas, this unlucky child still couldn't make sense, and could only use practical actions to affect him.

Farewell Yang Qingzhou in the afternoon, he did not know why he repeatedly advised me to be more careful these days, I do not know why, so hasty. After returning to town, I dragged Ye Tanji in the octagonal pavilion on the side of the lake. There are several arterial roads here and there are prosperous. There are fishermen on the lake holding lotus seeds for picking lotus seeds, and girls on the creek with sandy beaches, all at the age of miraculous and lovely.

I think all of them are good.

I froze Ye Tan's arm: "How is this girl in the green shirt? I like it very much, please, go and ask her if she wants to marry you."

"Ask the master what it means?" Ye Tan couldn't help it.

"Find your daughter-in-law," I blinked.

Ye Tan flatly rejected me: "Subordinates are not married."

"Hey, how did you know if you didn't try it?" Hey, dare not try this, it really runs counter to my master.

With repeated encouragement, Ye Tan got up helplessly, walked reluctantly, and whispered something to the little girl. After listening, the little girl picked up her basket and ran away.

Ye Tan crossed back again: "Run away."

"It shouldn't be." I was surprised. My family, Ye Tan, was handsome and handsome, tall and handsome.

I expected this to be an accident, and I waited for a long time, and whenever I saw a good-looking girl, I urged Ye Tan to talk.

Without exception, everyone runs after listening, which is the difference between fast and slow.

Senseless.

"Are we not in the right way?" I asked Ye Tan while smashing the seeds. "Oh, my family is so good, why should I run?"

Ye Tan didn't answer me, but asked with a gloomy face: "Why does the owner want his subordinates to be married?"

"Why not? What I have, I naturally want Atan." I said, shaking the shell of melon seeds.

After listening to it, Ye Tan murmured, "... So it is."

I thought about it a little, and thought it might be impossible to meet. It wasn't something that one or two girls could solve. By the way: "Maybe it's not too late. Don't hurry. Take your time. Atan, you have someone you like, But tell me in advance, I must think I will let you marry the best girl. "

Ye Tan thoughtfully flushed, but shook his head.

I thought about it and added a sentence: "It's not just girls. If you feel that your work is not going well, and you want to change to a different owner, I will help you find a better one."

Ye Tan was shocked, and Tong Tong knelt down: "Master, how can this be."

He hasn't been so frightened for a long time, and I was busy helping him up: "Atan is so good, of course, it deserves the best." How can a half-handed man like me, who is self-protecting and reluctant, drag him down.

"The subordinate only has you as a master. As long as you do not expel the subordinate, the subordinate has no heart." Ye Tan stared at me, saying, "... to the dead."

"Nothing." I frowned and rebuked him. "In the event of a real encounter, you should try to protect yourself."

Ye Tan is as respectful as usual, which means rejection.

Speaking of this, I thought of Yang Qingzhou's exhortation today, with some bad feelings, and touched a small bag of gold bars to him: "Yang Qingzhou said that we have been moving too much these past two days, somehow ... go buy a few A guard just in case I'm waiting for you here. "

Ye Tan just answered, I slowly went to the tea stall next door to add sugar and stir-fry the chestnuts, and sacked half a bag. It suddenly turned black and was covered with sacks.

"Only this sick seedling? The one with the sword?" Some people shoved me out of the shop, muttered to each other, and discussed first rewarding me with a board for the next Mawei.

I was shocked: "Wait! Don't do it!"

One person seemed scared and asked, "What?"

I only had ten drops of blood, and I was fragile. I was so fragile when I touched it. I couldn't help but startled. "I'm very fragile. I die when I touch a little. You can't hit me if you want.

"Hey, you kid, dare to point at your grandpa ..." He said, pinching my neck up.

Before he could do anything, I felt a sweet throat and passed out.

I am vulnerable.

Don't tell jokes.