The Nth Disappearance of My Wife

After washing the dishes, Micah began to chop the vegetables. He was going to cook some home-cooked dishes today. It seemed that Micah hadn’t been in the kitchen for a long time, because being an entertainer had a busy schedule and he didn’t need to cook by himself.

"Micah—" came a voice from the bathroom.

Micah put down the kitchen knife in his hand, wiped his hands on the apron, rushed into the bathroom and saw Su Lan sitting on the ground, so he asked, "Did you fall?"

Su Lan nodded and turned her head aside, Micah stepped forward to carry Su Lan on her back and complained, "You are so light now, even lighter than you were a few years ago." Micah's tone was distressed.

Su Lan buried her head on Micah's back, "You are still the same as you were a few years ago, you still like to meddle." Su Lan still smelled the fresh and familiar lemon smell, which came from Micah. .

Micah carried Su Lan on the sofa and turned to leave. Su Lan hurriedly grabbed his hand, "What are you going to do?" Micah pulled Su Lan's hand away and explained, "I'll buy you some Come on, didn't you fall?"

Su Lan looked at Micah's back, with the warmth left by him still in his hands, and the air was filled with the smell of lemon.

When Micah came back, she saw that Su Lan had fallen asleep. Because of the sudden heavy rain outside, Micah came back late and her clothes were soaked.

Micah took out a quilt from Su Lan's bed and covered Su Lan, looking at the sleeping Su Lan, muttering, "You go to bed first, I'm going to cook, I'll wake you up and apply medicine for you. "

After Micah worked for a while, he served all the dishes. Micah went to ask Su Lan to get up, "Get up, it's time to eat." Su Lan got up lazily, "The cooking is not delicious, and you still call me Get up and eat." But Su Lan ate more than anyone else.

After eating and drinking enough, Su Lan sat on a chair and watched Micah put away the bowl. When Micah broke a bowl and scratched his hand, Su Lan limped up to get the Band-Aid.

Su Lan grabbed Micah's hand to check the injury, "I feel bad that you dropped my bowl, so come and see." Su Lan bandaged Micah's bleeding finger with a Band-Aid.

After washing the dishes, Micah opened the traumatic oil to wipe the wound on Su Lan's feet, "Be careful next time, I don't always have to buy medicine for you."

Su Lan nodded and suddenly remembered something, "Micah, why don't you play a game with me."

The name of the game is Menghui Jinyong. It's a plot game. Su Lan and Micah wear AR glasses.

This chapter is the decisive battle against Persia.

"It's just a trivial matter... the Central Plains people are nothing more than that," one of the five Persians, the youngest Persian man's mouth twitched, he clearly felt that the white-clothed boy was amazing in his heart, but he still pretended to be disdainful. Looking at the other four people, all of them were secretly flustered.

Su Lan remained motionless, standing in the gaze of the crowd, her eyes were like a pool of unfathomable depths, with the calmness of people who were not of her age, but in the distance was the mountain that was destroyed by his palm.

"In the future, you still dare to say that there is no one in the Mingjiao in the Central Plains?" Su Lan raised her hand lightly, and saw a ruthless grin in his brow and eyes, which was a murderous intent that anyone with a discerning eye could see clearly.

The five people from Persia didn't dare to think about being as presumptuous as before, but they still refused to let go. The old woman from Persia's head teacher was a saint. She first looked at Micah, then turned to the other side and scolded Zhongyuan. Everyone in the Ming Cult: "This girl, quickly call out the Holy Fire Order, if you don't let me, none of you people here will live until tomorrow."

"Then don't blame us, we met each other in battle." Yang Xiao drew his sword first, and the leaders of Mingjiao rose up one after another. Who told you, the headmaster of Persia, that you won't be able to survive? Then see the blood, and everyone in Mingjiao will become Su Lan's backing.

Su Lan was thinking about some of the unique skills of martial arts, after thinking about it, why not use the unique skills that she just learned from Zhang Sanfeng?
"Wait a minute, if you can break my Holy Fire Commanding Skill." Among the five, the oldest Persian man suggested that since he was the oldest, his skill was also the deepest.

Not much to say, Su Lan dropped the jade stick in her hand, and made a fist with one hand, breaking the Persian's miraculous dog-beating stick method is overkill, and if the stick breaks, it will lose a lot of money.

To deal with them, the fist in the hand is enough.

So a force came from Su Lan's dantian, and he punched out a set of unfathomable fists in one go. It looked soft, but in fact it was turbulent.

This boxing method combines strength and softness, it is a first-class martial art, Taijiquan, created by Zhang Sanfeng, the master of Wudang, this boxing movement is soft and slow, continuous, but powerful.

Su Lan's fist was so fierce that he knocked out the Persian man closest to him with one punch, and broke his holy fire order.The other four people were in chaos, and even lit a beacon, this is to call someone to come.

A group of people in Persian costumes, all came, this is the backup brought by the head teacher of Persia this time, and Persia thought that the strength of Mingjiao and the head teacher was very different, so they brought twenty or thirty people.

Who would have thought that a young man suddenly appeared in the Mingjiao, which was originally only ordinary people, and it was actually Cheng Yaojin who killed halfway, miscalculated, miscalculated.

Since the two sides have already started fighting, it is impossible not to see blood.

It's not just the people of the Ming Cult who drew their swords and swung behind the five people of the Persian Chief Sect, these are the descendants of the Persian Chief Sect.

Having cut off his retreat from the Persian Chief Teacher, the crazy five now have no way out. If they don't want to admit defeat, they will have to be captured.

Surrounded by the bloody rain of Mingjiao masters and the support of the Persian Headmaster, Su Lan carried Micah away from the crowd as light as a swallow.

The two stood on the top of the light, and Micah secretly took out the "Sacred Fire Token" from his arms and stuffed it into Su Lan's hand. Su Lan said with a casual smile, "Thank you, Micah...it's still hot."

Micah blushed half-cookedly, and Su Lan hurriedly put away the "Sacred Fire Token", only then did Su Lan realize that the warmth was because Micah hid the "Holy Torch" on his chest.

The light in Su Lan's eyes couldn't help looking at Micah's breasts, and Micah was so frightened that he quickly covered his chest with his hands.

Because of this opponent, it is looming, making people fantasize about it.

When Su Lan had seen enough, Su Lan withdrew her gaze, just like the gentleman at the beginning.

The system's notification sound started, "The five members of the Persian Archbishop have all been captured. This branch can get a lot of rewards. Please seize the opportunity."

Su Lan waved a folding fan half-hidden her face, and led Micah to the Mingjiao dungeon, where several members of the Persian leader who made a mistake today were imprisoned.

Su Lan fanned away Micah and the dust around him, looked at the five people headed by the Archbishop of Persia, and said, "Everyone, you are here for the Holy Fire Order, right? But now I have given this thing to Miss Micah has been taken as a betrothal token, so you guys won't leave."

"Then why are you here? Are you making fun of us?" The saint of the Persian Church, who is over fifty years old, snorted impatiently.

At this moment, the bones of the five people's lutes were all covered with silver needles, and their thousands of internal forces could not exert their strength, like ants who were allowed to play with them.

Su Lan raised her eyebrows, and turned to Micah with a smile in her eyes, "Micah, do you think the torch order should be given to them or not?" Undoubtedly, this problem was given to Micah, and the other five thought it was a turning point after all. It is the branch of the Persian Archbishop, so there is light in his eyes.

"If you hand over the torch order, we will let it go." said the oldest man among the five who was relatively kind.

Micah Pu fanned her eyelashes, and stuck to Su Lan's ear, and murmured softly, "Brother Su Lan, do you really want to give it to them?" left.

Su Lan pulled out the silver needles on the five people's lute bones in two or three strokes, quickly and accurately, these needles were not thrown away, but were hidden in a ring-shaped mechanism inside the cuff.

Su Lan can pull out the needles on the lute bones of these five people, and he can also tie them into hedgehogs. Who told him that Su Lan is a bug in this world?
Su Lan's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle has been practiced for a long time, and she is quite proficient. Otherwise, you can try it. There is no poison on the needle, which is Su Lan's integrity.

If you use poison, you will poison yourself after all. Besides, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle carries internal power, and its power is even more infinite.

The five people in Persia noticed the mechanism, and couldn't help but feel the chills running down their spines. How unpredictable is this white-clothed boy in front of him, and he is so resourceful at such a young age. Maybe the five of them will become hedgehogs in a second.

"If you have something to say, there is nothing wrong with it." The youngest Persian said flatteringly, without being arrogant when he said that "no one in the Central Plains can fight" at the beginning.

Su Lan beckoned to a few people, "Bring five stools to these five distinguished guests."

So the five of them were sitting, but they were fidgeting like ants on a hot pot, but they dared not sit down.

"The holy fire order can be given to you, but you have to exchange something, such as your sacred fire order magic skill - I heard that you are not rumored." Su Lan turned to the holy fire order magic skill.

"No..." The Persian man, who had been silent for a long time and had never spoken before, immediately stood up and said no, waving his hands.

"Sit down." The companion beside him asked him to sit down and calm down.

Su Lan released the members of the Persian Archbishop, and split the torch order in half, and returned half of them to the members of the Persian Archdiocese.

System: Congratulations to the host, you have obtained [-] Persian gold and silver, as well as the rare martial arts Holy Fire Order.

"What's going on, how did I become a female character? This game is no longer available." Micah complained.

"If you don't play, don't play." Su Lan rubbed Micah's hair, "If I die, will you not like Tian Xiaoxiao? You only like me."

Micah knocked Su Lan on the head, "What are you thinking, I treat you well because I am kind, I treat Tian Xiaoxiao well because I like Tian Xiaoxiao, no matter what we used to be, but now I like Tian Smile."

"This is your answer, then I know." Su Lan had a big plan in mind, and he wanted Micah to never forget him in his life.

"Actually, I don't want to take care of you, so treat yourself well, take care of yourself and don't let me take care of you, I have others to take care of." Micah took off her apron, "Su Lan, you should change your way of life." , the past is the past.”