The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

This hand was slender and fair, with well-defined joints, round and green fingertips, and neatly trimmed nails. It was undoubtedly a very beautiful hand.

Xie Linge's gaze moved up along this hand, and after his gaze touched the owner of this hand, he froze in place.

It's him!

Pan Jinlian!

Apart from the glimpse yesterday, this was the second time he had seen this man.

Unlike the distance of a few meters yesterday, he and Pan Jinlian were very close at this moment, only an arm's length away.

Looking at the man facing him, Xie Lingge's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

He withdrew his hand, and rarely pursed his lips nervously, thinking about how to start a conversation with Pan Jinlian.

However, just when he was about to speak, the man walked past him without even looking at him.

The moment they passed each other, the faint fragrance from the other party's hair wafted into his nose.

Smelling this not too strong, but exceptionally pleasant fragrance, Xie Linge's thoughts froze for a moment.

At this time, another man came out of the compartment.

The man wore a gray silver mask on his face. He was tall and had slender legs, but when he walked, his right leg was a little lame.

Combined with yesterday's hearing, this man should be Wu Zhi, Xie Lingge quickly confirmed this.

Thinking of Pan Jinlian's ignorance, Xie Linge clenched the hand holding the shirt slightly, feeling a little inexplicably disappointed in his heart.

But in the next second, he immediately adjusted again.

After all, Pan Jinlian didn't know him. To Pan Jinlian, he was just a stranger now.

In addition, when he saw Pan Jinlian in the sedan chair at the pastry shop yesterday, he could tell from the extremely indifferent eyes of the other party that Pan Jinlian's temperament should be extremely cold, with a sense of carelessness and alienation .

After thinking about this, Xie Lingge's emotions returned to full.

He turned around and looked at Pan Jinlian and Wu Zhi who were walking towards Shopkeeper Zhao.

Shopkeeper Zhao rushed up to meet him. Under the gazes of Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi, shopkeeper Zhao patted his head and explained with apologetic expression: "Look at my blunt wooden head, I'm really a little confused. Forgot there was someone in the cubicle."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak.

Wu Zhi's tone was gentle, and he said sincerely: "It's okay, Uncle Zhao, we just changed."

Shopkeeper Zhao looked at Fu Zhenhong: "Mr. Wu, are you satisfied with this shirt?"

Fu Zhenhong nodded slightly.

Shopkeeper Zhao laughed again when he saw this.

Wu Zhi said: "We still need to buy two more pairs of shoes."

Soon, Wu Zhi chose two pairs of plain cloth shoes under Fu Zhenhong's instruction, and then took two pieces of cloth: "Uncle Zhao, how much are these?"

When Wu Zhi was paying the bill to shopkeeper Zhao, Zhou Yu, who was standing behind shopkeeper Zhao, was not annoyed by being left alone. Instead, he stood quietly at the same spot, looking at Wu Zhi who was paying the bill... and Wu Zhi who was standing there. The man next to him.

Both of them were wearing clothes of the same color.

One is tall and straight, and the other is tall and tall.

Standing together, the two seem to be right.

But this is right, only in terms of height and build.

This Wu Zhi looks simple and honest and kind, such a person is more or less cowardly in nature.In his heart, Zhou Yu felt that a man like Pan Jinlian should at least stand by the side of better people.

Zhou Yu inspected with his gaze, both Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi were naturally aware of it, but neither of them took this person seriously.

Fu Zhenhong seldom cared about people other than the target of the attack.As for Wu Zhi, at this stage, his mind is also on Fu Zhenhong's side, and he doesn't want to waste time focusing on existence that is insignificant to him.

Even judging from the appearance of clothing, the identity of the other party should not be simple.

After Wu Zhi paid the money, Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi walked to the door of the store together.

When passing by Zhou Yu, Fu Zhenhong also never glanced at him.

was completely ignored.

Still the same person.

Seeing the back of the man leaving, Zhou Yu's mood suddenly became a little subtle.

This experience is the first time.

He raised his eyebrows, then pulled his lips into a smile.

Xie Linge walked to Zhou Yu's side, followed Zhou Yu's gaze, and said what was in his heart very calmly: "This Pan Jinlian, he is really good-looking."

Zhou Yu didn't speak, his eyes were half downcast, wondering what he was thinking.

Shopkeeper Zhao smiled and said, "That's true. After all, there is no one more beautiful than him in Qinghe County."

Xie Linge deliberately drew the topic out: "So the man wearing the mask just now is Wu Zhi? His legs..."

Shopkeeper Zhao sighed softly: "His leg was smashed. This Wu Zhi is also pitiful. Both his parents died since he was a child, and he took his younger brother to depend on each other. When he was ten years old, there was a fire again. Misfortunes never come singly."

"However, it is impossible to say that I am so unlucky that I will be with others for the rest of my life." Shopkeeper Zhao changed his voice: "No, I took such a beautiful bride. Although the bride is a man, it is not uncommon for a man to be the husband. thing."

I don't know where it touched shopkeeper Zhao, and the conversation immediately opened up, "From what I see today, Pan Jinlian is not as miserable as those people outside said, there must be some misunderstanding. "

Xie Linge nodded in agreement.

Zhou Yu glanced at him.

Shopkeeper Zhao added: "The two brothers of the Wu family can be regarded as I watched them grow up. The relationship between the Wu family master and his husband should be getting better and better. We are married, happy, and the bad luck in the future will dissipate." Already!"

Zhou Yu listened to Shopkeeper Zhao's words, but did not express any opinion from the beginning to the end.Only when shopkeeper Zhao mentioned that the relationship between Pan Jinlian and Wu Zhi would get better and better, he raised his eyelids.

As for Xie Lingge, after hearing Shopkeeper Zhao's words, he felt a slight sense of loss.

He felt suddenly empty in his heart.

This feeling was like he had finally fallen in love with a beautiful existence at first sight, but before he had time to get close, he was snatched away by others.

Here, Xie Linge and Zhou Yu had different thoughts.

the other side.

After Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi returned home, Wu Zhi went to the kitchen and started making biscuits.

Wu Zhi has his own thoughts and plans in his heart. Although he has been reborn, some things cannot be changed instantly.So at this stage, he still has to make and sell the biscuits.

The most important ingredient for making biscuits is white flour.

While Wu Zhi was kneading dough, Fu Zhenhong stood at the kitchen door and watched him make it.

When kneading flour, it is necessary to use skillful force, so that the kneaded dough will taste better after being fried and fried.

In order to facilitate things, Wu Zhi rolled up both sleeves.

As he kneaded his face, his arms were pulled out into a very smooth line, strong and powerful, and the slightly bulging muscles were full of masculine and hormonal firmness.

Against the backdrop of the wheat-colored skin color, it looks full of masculinity.

It didn't take long for Wu Zhi to knead the flour in the basin. When he was about to do the next step, Fu Zhenhong turned and left. He didn't want to smell the oily smoke.

After leaving the kitchen, Fu Zhenhong looked around the room.

It has to be said that Wu Zhi is really shabby compared to those Chosen Ones he used to attack.

There are not many things in this room, and some of those things are also very old, and it can be seen that they have been used for many years.

In all fairness, if this world is an official strategy world promulgated by the Space-Time Administration, no matter how poor and destitute the situation is, Fu Zhenhong can perfectly complete the strategy mission.

But since he came to this world, since it is considered a vacation, then in terms of quality of life, it must be raised.

What should be improved must be improved.

What should be bought, must be bought.

And these, of course, have to be handed over to Wu Zhi.

After all, it would be fine if it was Wu Zhi before his rebirth.But the one in the kitchen now is Wu Zhi who has the memory of his previous life.If it is still the same as in the previous life, it only knows how to make sesame seed cakes and sell sesame seed cakes.

That would be a waste of this chance of rebirth.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhenhong took another look in the direction of the kitchen, then walked to the table and sat down.He rested his chin on one hand, put the other on the wooden table, and tapped the table with his index finger one after another.

In order not to make her life boring in the future, Fu Zhenhong decided to ask Wu Zhi to buy some picture books for him to pass the time.

.........

It didn't take long.

A scent came from the kitchen.

Wu Zhi brought out the prepared biscuits and placed them on a pushable wooden stand.

The top of this wooden frame was covered with white oiled paper cloth. When Wu Zhi sold sesame seed cakes in the previous life, he pushed this wooden frame to the street outside the door to sell it.

Seeing that Wu Zhi was about to push the wooden frame, Fu Zhenhong got up and said, "Do you have any books or pictures here?"

Wu Zhi paused with his hand on the wooden stand: "Book and picture book?"

Fu Zhenhong hummed, "Is there any?"

Wu Zhi thought for a while and replied, "There is one."

Fu Zhenhong said: "Then you take it out."

Hearing this, Wu Zhi walked to a cabinet and

The cover of this book is dark blue, it is still very new, obviously it has not been read much.Wu Zhi lowered his eyes, glanced at the words on the cover of the book, and handed the book to Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong took the book, and saw a few golden words written on the dark blue cover——

Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.

Seeing that Fu Zhenhong's eyes fell on the title of the book, Wu Zhi, who didn't believe that Fu Zhenhong would really read this book, concealed the coolness deep in his eyes, and explained: "In the early years, there was a monk who ate biscuits. Afterwards, I confiscated his money, and the monk gave me this scripture."

"I heard that this Buddhist scripture is difficult to understand, if you..."

"Very good." Fu Zhenhong interrupted Wu Zhi.

Wu Zhi asked, "Do you want to see it?"

Fu Zhenhong said lightly, "It can be used to pass the time."

In the end, Fu Zhenhong took a look at the thickness of the book, and said to Wu Zhi: "Go and buy some books and picture books for me."

"now?"

Fu Zhenhong nodded: "Now."

Wu Zhi lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips slightly. Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, he said with some embarrassment: "But these biscuits are already ready, so we have to roll them out and sell them while they are hot."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak.

Wu Zhi said again: "If I go to buy now, there will be no one guarding the biscuit stand, and if these biscuits are wasted..."

Fu Zhenhong said, "I'll watch."

Wu Zhi looked at Fu Zhenhong in surprise: "You...I...I heard it right..."

Fu Zhenhong said calmly: "You heard me right, I said I'll watch over it."

After confirming that the man in front of him was telling the truth, Wu Zhi was really surprised.Although he did have that meaning in what he said, he didn't expect Pan Jinlian to bring it up.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong asked back, "Any more questions?"

Wu Zhi's lips moved: "No...no more."

"Hmm." Fu Zhenhong stood up and motioned, "Push out this biscuit stand and move another stool."

"Okay." Wu Zhi replied, and then first told Fu Zhenhong how much money he would charge for a biscuit, and then showed him how to use tweezers to put the biscuit into a paper bag.

After finishing these, Wu Zhi pushed out the biscuit stand, and then moved out a wooden bench.Before leaving, he said something special: "I will buy it back as soon as possible."

…………

The sesame seed stand is on the street directly in front of the house.

Fu Zhenhong sat on the stool brought out by Wu Zhi, looking down at the book in her hand.He was very quiet, with an air of indifference all over his body.

At this time, there are not many people.

But almost everyone on the street focused on Fu Zhenhong.

One is because Fu Zhenhong's appearance is too eye-catching, and the other is because of his identity and his unique style of painting.

The latter does not mean that the picture looks weird, but that in the eyes of others, regardless of other things, just looking at the feeling that Pan Jinlian gives people now will make people feel that he should be pampered by the government. Young master, it should be elegant and noble.

And it's not just these people, Xie Lingge, who had chosen a beautiful emblem from Jinxiu Pavilion and walked out slowly, also felt the same after seeing Fu Zhenhong not far away.

This kind of Pan Jinlian is not at all like a servant who used to serve her master.

What's even more amazing is that the other party obviously has a very beautiful and coquettish appearance, but the appearance of quietly reading a book is unexpectedly calm, and the drooping eyebrows and eyes precipitate a kind of elegant youth.

It's like a painting.

Living in the street with the smell of fireworks, but away from the hustle and bustle, casual and natural, not pretentious.

It makes people feel that there is no difference whether it is a biscuit stand in front of him or a mural of ink and ink.

Xie Linge looked at the man not far away, and said to Zhou Yu beside him, "Tell me, don't we have a predestined relationship with him?"

Zhou Yu glanced at him, and said in a flat tone, "Didn't you go this way on purpose?"

Being exposed by Zhou Yu, Xie Linge smiled, and said bluntly: "It's rare for me to be curious about a person, and I always want to see more."

After finishing speaking, Xie Linge stepped forward and walked towards the center of everyone's gaze.

Xie Linge was the first person to walk to the sesame seed stall.

Although those who were watching Fu Zhenhong wanted to go for various reasons, they didn't take action in the end.

So Xie Linge was also the only one who walked over.

He walked to the biscuit stall, looked at the man with half-downcast eyes looking at the book in his hand, and said, "I'm buying biscuits."

Hearing the voice, Fu Zhenhong looked away from the book, raised her eyes and asked, "How many should I buy?"

Fu Zhenhong's tone was light, with a sense of carelessness, and her clear voice was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

The sound was even better than he had imagined.

And this was also the first time that Pan Jinlian looked him in the eye.

Xie Lingge, who had been completely ignored twice, was a little dazed when he looked at the pair of beautiful dark eyes after meeting the other party's eyes.

And when he was stunned, his reaction was half a beat slower.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, Fu Zhenhong asked again: "How many do you want?"

But this time, Xie Lingge hadn't fully recovered from his thoughts, so he didn't pay attention, and said two words casually: "All."