After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back

At this moment, he finally understood a little bit. He probably entered a place similar to a magic circle. The magic circle prevented him from entering, but did not hurt him.

Yang Yuan turned around and looked at the door hesitantly. After thinking for a while, he shouted loudly: "Your Excellency Saint, I'm here to deliver clothes to you."

As he spoke, he raised the clothes in his hands, as if to show them to those invisible eyes.

But the people inside didn't give him any response at all.

Yang Yuan waited on the spot for a while, but in the end he was still a little unwilling to go back, so he buried his head and walked in.

And after being sent out once, he also began to consciously use different routes to walk in.First he went straight straight, followed by zigzag lines and wavy lines, and then he figured out how to walk two steps and one step back, or take three steps and two steps back.

In the end, he walked back and forth in accordance with the way of the strange gossip in the novels he had read before, and he was dumbfounded by the two monks guarding the door. Those who didn't know thought he was dancing there!

At the end, Yang Yuan couldn't help being a little out of breath, but he still couldn't get in.

He was sweating from walking, so he took off his outer robe, hung it on his hand, stood there thinking for a while, and then came up with a new way forward.

And just like that, he was completely up against something that was blocking his access.All night long, he tried his best to break in and meet his sweetheart.

Until the climax of the moon, the monks guarding the gate were changed, and the surrounding temperature gradually cooled down.

After Yang Yuan was sent out again, when he stood there thinking about the new way forward, he couldn't help shivering from the cold wind.The clothes on his body were already slightly soaked in his sweat and stuck to his body, and his hairs stood on end due to the cold.

He hurriedly took back the robe in his hand, and couldn't help holding another set of clothes to his chest to keep warm.But it didn't seem to work, a gust of wind blew, and Yang Yuan sneezed hard.Then he wiped his nose indifferently, hid the flowers in his hand behind his back, and walked in again.

At this time, thin snowflakes floated in the sky.The courtyard was beautifully decorated with falling snowflakes, only Yang Yuan looked at the sky with some grief, shivering from the snow blowing on his body.

What was even more unfortunate was that when he was sent out by that unknown force again, he stepped on a rock when he landed, slipped his foot, and sat down in the puddle.

The moment Yang Yuan fell down, he subconsciously wanted to support the ground with his hands.But he held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and his freshly washed clothes in the other.He was reluctant to get dirty with both things, so he could only wrong his ass in the end.

Fortunately, he has a good sense of balance, even if his hands can't support it, he didn't fall into the mud because of it.

It's just that with the mud all over his body, it's really impossible to see the saint.

Holding the clothes, he looked at the bouquet in his hand and sighed sadly.This was the first time he gave flowers to someone, thinking about it, he seemed a little sorry for his former girlfriend.If there is a chance to go back in the future, he must make it up to her, and give her a gift every holiday!

Thinking of this, he reached out and picked out some wilted flowers in the bouquet, and carefully adjusted the positions of the flowers, trying to fill the gaps that appeared.

Although I can't see His Excellency the Saint anymore, this bouquet of flowers can be taken back and given to the other three girls in the dormitory, so it can't be wasted.

While arranging the flowers, Yang Yuan was thinking about how to use waste.

But she didn't know that she was standing in the courtyard where snowflakes were falling. Under the soft moonlight, the melancholy expression on her face when she looked at the flowers in her hands was heartbreaking.

Even the monks beside her couldn't help but feel sad for her.

They all saw her trying to get in and deliver clothes for the saints all evening.That undaunted look made the viewer fully imagine how persistent she was in her heart for His Excellency the Saint.

However, His Excellency the Saint didn't see her, and in the end he sent her to the edge of the puddle on purpose, causing her to fall into the water.

How sad should she be at this time?In such a cold day, he was pushed into the water by his sweetheart.And the moment she fell, she tried her best to protect the two things in her hands, only falling herself into a mess.

Such a good girl was so ruthlessly rejected by her sweetheart. Seeing that she was about to cry while holding flowers, one of the young monks even stepped forward to comfort her.

But obviously, he will not have such an opportunity.

Lancelot had no mind for anything else that night.

Ever since Yang Yuan came to this side hall, even though he had already decided to ignore him, when the other party intruded into his domain again and again and made various actions that made him feel ridiculous and helpless, he had no way to focus on it. Move away from him.

So he can only be silly with him, watching him walk back and forth over there, even jumping and jumping, that stupid look is simply horrible.

It wasn't until snowflakes fell in the sky that he suddenly woke up that this stupid black mage had been staying in this courtyard for a whole night.And the other party was already shivering from the cold wind.

He stood up a little annoyed, and sent him out again, hoping to send him a little farther, or send him directly out the door, maybe he would never come back again.

Thinking of this, his heart trembled slightly, and then he was surprised to find that the moment he hesitated, he was sent to a puddle and fell directly into the water.

Lancelot couldn't help frowning as he looked at the intact bouquet, the still dry clothes held in front of his hands, and the muddy half skirt on his body.

But that stupid black magician still stood there, looking at the bouquet of flowers in his hand with a melancholy expression, but still trying to make it more perfect.

He guessed that the bouquet of flowers should be given to him by him——judging from his behaviors of approaching him courteously and doing his laundry for him.

And until now, he still doesn't seem to give up on this intention.

Seeing the other party standing in the wind and snow, covered in muddy water and looking stupid, Lancelot finally sighed helplessly, walked out of the room, and walked towards him slowly.

So when Yang Yuan was looking at the bouquet he had trimmed with satisfaction, he suddenly found that the moonlight above his head seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and a shadow suddenly appeared in his vision.

He raised his head suspiciously, and saw the face that made his heart skip a beat.

Looking at that face, the joy in his heart was like swollen popcorn, filling his whole heart, and slowly climbing up his face, making his whole face suddenly light up.

He looked at the other party with shining eyes, but subconsciously hid the flowers behind him.Then he raised his hand and handed over the clothes in his hand, tried to adjust his voice, and said: "Well, thank you for finding the clothes for me. I have already washed them. This is the day I saw you change it, I also took it back to help you wash it together, and I will return it to you."

This excuse was so high-sounding and upright that Yang Yuan couldn't help but applaud himself in his heart.

But Lancelot still frowned, took a deep look at the other party, then reached out to take the clothes, and said to him: "Then, you can go back now."

But Yang Yuan is willing to leave now.He worked hard all night to see him. If he left after saying such a word, he would be so regretful that he couldn't sleep tonight.

So he tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that might have been distorted from smiling, and placed the bouquet behind him in the prepared position, then he freed his hands, and said to him with a mysterious face: "Look at the ground."

Lancelot frowned at him, but his eyes were burned by the bright smile on the other's face, so he had to lower his eyes and look at the ground.

Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the opponent's slightly bent knees, stretched out his hands on both sides of his shoulders, and made a forward pounce.Then he heard the other party's voice full of joy: "Look, there is a turtle on the ground! Hehehe!"

Only at this moment did Lancelot try to divert his attention away from the other party, looking at the ground, and sure enough, he found a turtle-shaped shadow standing at the other party's feet.He even saw that something projected on the opponent's body turned into a tortoise's tail, and he flicked it mischievously.

"Look, I still have a tail. Guess what the tail is?" Yang Yuan said with a smile while shaking his head and ass.

Lancelot raised his head and looked at the other party still putting on that stupid and ridiculous look, but kept silent and didn't answer.

Yang Yuan didn't care, he just turned around slowly, as if he wanted to show him what was on his back.But then he stopped, stood there awkwardly, scratched his head, and gave him a look of embarrassment.In the end, he turned around again, reached out and untied the bouquet from behind, but still handed it to him with a smile on his face.

Lancelot didn't take the flowers in the end, but asked the other party to put on the female priest's robe again, and then ordered someone to send him back.

After the lost figure of the other party disappeared from sight, Lancelot stood in the room, reached out and picked up a petal that fell from another set of clean clothes, and gently placed it on the palm of his hand.

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