Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 425 A Lively Scene
At midnight, the courtyard was brightly lit. Although it was located outside the town and was a bit remote, it had a unique tranquility and natural charm.

Only a few voices could be heard in the courtyard.

"Hey, it's only been a few days, but you seem like a completely different person, nun."

“A nun has her own appearance, and a lady has her own life… What I wear and what I adorn is none of your business.”

"In terms of age and seniority, shouldn't you call me 'elder sister'?"

"Sister? How could I possibly..."

"Mmm, dear little sister~"

"Mu Li'er, aren't you bored?"

Mu Li'er and Guan Yunshu have disliked each other since childhood. Although their arguments are not as heated as those between Xiao Yuanmu and Luo Chaoyan, they still bicker with each other from time to time.

On the other side, things were much more harmonious. Su Qingqi was chatting with Luo Xiangzhu about some interesting stories from her journey to the Western Regions. But when Zhao Wumian and Shen Xiangge stepped out of the willow grove and came to the foot of the small hill, the conversation in the courtyard immediately became much quieter.

Apart from Luo Xiangzhu, everyone else was a top figure in the martial arts world and was naturally sensitive to the presence of others, so Zhao Wumian didn't bother to hide it.

Soon, Guan Yunshu lifted her skirt and ran out of the courtyard first, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. She came to Zhao Wumian, not to complain or to grumble, nor because she missed him dearly after not seeing him for a few hours.

Instead, he first slipped a money pouch into Zhao Wumian's hand, pulled him aside, and whispered:
"With so many people, I forgot to prepare in advance... There aren't enough bowls and chopsticks at home, and there's no bed for them to sleep on. You can sleep on the floor tonight, and let them sleep on the couch... Now take the money and go to town to buy bowls, chopsticks, ingredients, and bedding as soon as possible."

"We're not strangers, why don't we sleep together..."

"Hmm?" Guan Yunshu looked at him coldly. How could a little nun have the face to sleep with someone else?
Not to mention her, few of the girls present were comfortable with it either.

One or two of them, they just pretended it was sisterly affection, gritted their teeth and endured the embarrassment, and soon their heads were spinning anyway.

But what about four or five?
Guan Yunshu was too embarrassed to speak of it; her pretty face flushed red at the thought of the scene, clearly unwilling to let Zhao Wumian have his way.

The young couple whispered to each other, while Shen Xiangge stood aside and glanced at them. Having just received the rain and dew, she was very satisfied and felt no sourness in her heart. She just thought that Guan Yunshu's change was indeed great.

Who would have thought that such a proud and independent nun would now be worrying about such trivial matters as entertaining guests, just like an ordinary young lady?

She shook her head slightly, withdrew her gaze, and walked towards the courtyard, laughing as if she were singing:
"Having a man you like makes all the difference. It's so easy to change a detached and serene nun from the martial arts world."

"How good can you be, you demonic witch?" Guan Yunshu glanced at her sideways.

Shen Xiangge lightly brushed her fingertips across her pink lips, blew a kiss to Zhao Wumian, blinked, and smiled brightly.

“I am not a demonic witch, but a young lady of the Shen family… The demonic witch is my master, Yan Rongfei.”

Guan Yunshu took a deep breath. Everyone saw through this matter but didn't say anything, and she was no exception.

Guan Yunshu simply ignored this and pushed Zhao Wumian out, muttering to herself about what she wanted Zhao Wumian to buy.

It wasn't that she openly or secretly wanted to compete for the title of the first wife... Although she did want to be the elder sister, the main reason was that this was her ancestral home, and she should fulfill her duty as the host.

It's one thing that they're familiar with each other and don't need to stand on ceremony, but it's another matter whether Guan Yunshu herself fulfills the proper etiquette.

Zhao Wumian naturally did whatever the nun told him to do. It was a rare opportunity for their whole family to get together, and he felt light and happy.

When he returned to town, put the things he had bought into his saddlebag, and rode home, he could see wisps of smoke rising from the eaves of the houses in the courtyard.

Zhao Wumian led his horse into the courtyard and found that there was nowhere to tie it under the trees. He could only remove the saddlebag and let the horse roam freely outside the courtyard.

Soon, Xiao Lengyue walked out of the courtyard. Her hair was tied up, and she had dark eyebrows and red lips. Her appearance was somewhat similar to Guan Yunshu's, but their temperaments were completely different.

Guan Yunshu's inherent pride and elegance cannot be changed. No matter how mature she dresses, she still looks like a traditional woman from the martial arts world who is devoted to her husband and children.

Xiao Lengyue was clearly more elegant and noble, and more like a long-married noblewoman.

She and Zhao Wumian carried saddlebags together and walked side by side into the courtyard. She took a free hand and felt around his body. "How are your injuries?"

"Mo Jingxue and Shamantian didn't hurt me much... The injuries were all from the backlash of those two swords. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu spent a few days in the small courtyard, oblivious to the world around them, as if they were isolated from it. At this moment, they asked.
"What's the situation outside?"

"Mo Jingxue and Shamantian are both dead. The Rong people and Goguryeo can't cause any trouble. After their humiliating retreat, the Prince of Yan sent many Yan Yun cavalry to wipe out the remaining Rong people outside the pass. The overall situation is settled. Unless Uudam appears, the situation in Yan Yun will only become more and more stable."

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly. "It is indeed a bit strange that we haven't heard any news about Uudam."

"We'll meet force with force and water with earth; whatever moves he makes, we'll deal with them..."

Zhao Wumian lowered his eyes and pondered. Although Shamantian's martial arts and status were comparable to Udam's, his personality was what it was. He only wanted to ascend to immortality and didn't care about the mortal world. Therefore, Zhao Wumian didn't really take him seriously.

But Uudam is different. This guy thinks day and night about invading the Central Plains, restoring the former dynasty and returning to the old capital. His disappearance at this moment is obviously a bit strange.

He also began to wonder if he should take the opportunity to venture deeper into the grasslands and explore their depths.

With his current martial arts skills, he can come and go freely and escape unscathed no matter what danger he encounters.

Xiao Lengyue raised her hand and patted the snow off Zhao Wumian's body to bring him back to his senses.

Xiao Lengyue's expression was gentle; she didn't care about the Rong people, and simply said softly:

"You must have gained a lot from fighting with Shaman Tian and Mo Jingxue... But your master also brought you some good things."

"Ok?"

"You'll find out later."

The two of them carried the saddlebags into the kitchen and saw that there were quite a few people standing in the small room.

Guan Yunshu, Luo Xiangzhu, and Su Qingqi are all women who are equally adept in the living room and the kitchen, and they are running around in the kitchen.

One person is chopping vegetables, another is heating a wok, and soon a dish is ready. They immediately and efficiently wash the wok, wipe it with a cloth, and start cooking another new dish.

There are many people here, and most of them are martial arts practitioners, so they naturally have big appetites, so we need to prepare more food.

The fire blazed fiercely beneath the iron pot, creating a lively and bustling scene. Even in the dead of winter, the heat was somewhat oppressive, dispelling the chill.

Su Qingqi was chopping vegetables when she saw Zhao Wumian walk in. She couldn't help but pick up the cleaver and come closer.

After realizing what was happening, he threw down the knife and then reached out to take out various bowls and chopsticks from the saddlebag. Although he was busy, he still gently called out "Young Master".

Since Zhao Wumian went to Hetuo because of the gold-inlaid Boshan furnace, the two have never seen each other again.

After a month or so apart, Su Qingqi had many things she wanted to tell Zhao Wumian, but as a woman from Jiangnan, she was reserved and couldn't express herself in front of so many people.

Just by secretly glancing at him with her almond-shaped eyes while she was working, I felt a pang of pity for her.

But Zhao Wumian didn't have so many tricks up his sleeve. He stepped forward, picked up Su Qingqi, and spun her around in the air several times, startling Su Qingqi so much that she almost dropped the clean bowl and chopsticks in her hands.

Su Qingqi glanced around in a panic and noticed that the girls were all secretly watching her. Her face instantly turned red.

Luo Xiangzhu originally wanted to go over and have a private chat with Zhao Wumian, but upon seeing this, she quickly took a few steps back, fearing that she would also be picked up.

"It really shouldn't be snowing so much in Yanyun." Zhao Wumian hugged Su Qingqi, making her legs dangle in the air, with her entire weight pressing down on him.

"What, what's wrong?"

“Every time I see snow in Yanyun, it reminds me of the first time we met in Jin, when I felt down several times a day.”

Su Qingqi's pretty face turned even redder, but she couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh?" Guan Yunshu was washing vegetables when she heard this and turned to look at her. "You're with me, and you're still thinking about other women?"

"How can I possibly be in the mood to watch the snow when I'm with you?" Zhao Wumian asked in confusion.

Xiao Lengyue took out several fireworks from the saddlebag and examined them curiously, guessing that Zhao Wumian wanted to set off some fireworks to celebrate.

Seeing this, she looked up and asked with a smile:
"And what about your aunt? What reminds you of your aunt when you see it?"

Zhao Wumian looked at Luo Xiangzhu and said enviously, "If we could switch places, I would be mute and you would be normal, so I wouldn't be subjected to such aggressive questioning."

Even if you're mute, your aunt will still ask.

"Did you hear that, Xiangzhu? I'm asking you, what do you see that reminds you of me? Don't think you can escape this just because you can't speak."

Luo Xiangzhu covered her mouth with a clean plate and couldn't help but laugh a few times.

Amidst laughter and chatter, Zhao Wumian was chased out of the kitchen by Guan Yunshu.

The reason given was that with him there, they couldn't concentrate on cooking properly.

Zhao Wumian had no choice but to carry the saddlebag and go into the inner room with his aunt.

Mu Li'er was leaning back in her recliner, having taken off her shoes and socks. Her beautifully curved, fair feet were stretched out in the air to warm themselves by the fire. In her hands, she was holding a scroll of paintings that Guan Yunshu had painted recently, flipping through it with great interest.

Two longswords, one black and one white, lay crosswise on the table.

Upon seeing Zhao Wumian, Mu Li'er's expression brightened with joy. If no one were around, she would have rushed forward to be intimate with her lover.

But at this moment she had to suppress her temper, and remembering something, she picked up the black-sheathed longsword from the table and tossed it to Zhao Wumian.

"Look what your teacher has brought you."

Zhao Wumian reached out and took it; he had already sensed it as soon as he entered the room.

The scabbard and hilt were both black. The scabbard appeared to be made of wood, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be made of deep red nanmu wood. However, for some reason, the scabbard was like a black hole, not only devouring all light, but also trying to suck in Zhao Wumian's gaze, mind, and even soul.

That's why it looks so black... without a doubt, the Sheath of Seclusion.

The long sword in its sheath speaks for itself.

Zhao Wumian flicked the hilt of his sword with his finger, and with a clang, the sword extended three inches.

However, it did not have a sharp, gleaming quality; instead, it was simple and understated.

The sword is predominantly black, resembling an eight-sided Han sword. It has a thick, wide blade with a sharp edge and a dark gold hue. The two sides of the blade are engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers.

It is said that the world is the land, and the sword is the foundation of the nation. Once drawn from its sheath, it is said to have emerged from the world.

The two Nine Bells that Mo Jingxue used to kill ten thousand people with a single sword strike are now in Zhao Wumian's hands.

Having withdrawn from the world and wielded power over killing, even with Zhao Wumian's physique, he couldn't help but feel a slight stinging sensation in his palm and eyes, which were his spiritual consciousness, as he held them in his hand.

The sword that emerges from the world may appear unassuming and dull, but in reality, it conceals a sharp edge.

Since it is said to be able to cut through anything, then it can probably cut through not only physical matter, but also ethereal things like the soul and consciousness.

Zhao Wumian finally understood why Mo Jingxue could only use one sword strike.

Not to mention Mo Jingxue, even Zhao Wumian was not confident that he could survive after drawing his sword.

This is not a weapon that ordinary people can use.

Zhao Wumian now stands at the pinnacle of the martial world, and has repeatedly comprehended the spacetime principles of the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace and the Naraku Red Silk, even gaining some insights, which can be considered as glimpsing the level of immortals.

But it's clearly still a bit lacking.

But no matter what, it is still a Nine Bells. Even if it cannot be used, simply keeping it by one's side and constantly reflecting on it is infinitely beneficial... Even Zhao Wumian is no exception.

But unlike ordinary people, he was not overjoyed. He calmly sheathed the sword and looked on with a puzzled expression, "What does this mean?"

Mu Li'er propped her cheek up, her expression languid yet undeniably tinged with excitement.

"Tell me, how many Nine-Bell Bells do you own now?"

Zhao Wumian hadn't really thought about it in detail, but now that he thinks about it...

A sword that transcends the world, a sheath that hides from it, a gilded Boshan furnace, the red silk of Naraku, a jade burial suit, half of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the pearl relic banner that he can use at will...

That makes six and a half items.

He only needs Uudam's Imperial Seal, Mo Jingxue's Everlasting Lamp, and the Eastern Emperor Bell, which is now lost to time, to gather all nine bells and ascend to immortality!

There must be immortals in this world. Although it is unknown whether collecting all nine bells will allow one to ascend to immortality, it is still a path worth trying.

Zhao Wumian has unknowingly collected six and a half of the nine bells, which are a rare sight in the mortal world, and there are clues for the remaining two.

In other words, the Eastern Emperor Bell was broken for some unknown reason and scattered throughout the world, making it difficult to find. However, the grasslands and the Western Regions must have searched for some fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell to varying degrees.

Once these two places are thoroughly searched, restoring the Eastern Emperor Bell will naturally be within reach. Wow! Thinking about it this way, the monumental task of collecting all nine bells—a feat rarely seen in a millennium—is practically within Zhao Wumian's grasp.

Thinking of this, everyone in the room couldn't help but feel excited.

These are all figures who have reached the pinnacle of their careers. Who wouldn't want to know if there are any new peaks to climb after conquering this one?

Zhao Wumian was undoubtedly the person closest to that new mountain peak.

Only Shen Xiangge lay on the couch, her face showing no joy, only letting out a soft hum.

She took off her embroidered shoes, and her cute little feet, clad in cotton socks, swayed gently back and forth in the air. Her skirt bunched up at the back of her legs due to gravity, revealing two fair and delicate smooth calves.

She sniffed the scent on the couch like a wary cat, as if trying to figure out how many times the clouds had parted and the sun had shone in the past few days.

Zhao Wumian casually tossed the Birth Sword and its scabbard onto the table, causing Mu Li'er's eyes to twitch. The next moment, she saw him take Mu Li'er's hand.

"Let's go, let's put this aside for now, there's no need to rush. I also bought Spring Festival couplets and lanterns, Master will come with me to hang them in front of the door... Wife and Auntie, come along too, since you don't cook anyway."

Shen Xiangge, Mu Li'er, and Xiao Lengyue are all women who never lift a finger... the most upright women of the martial arts world.

He can kill people, but he can't cook... and even if he does cook, it'll taste terrible. He can only be an assistant.

"Hey, hey, your teacher hasn't put on her shoes yet..." Mu Li'er hurriedly bent down to put on her shoes and socks, and couldn't help but look back at the two nine-piece suits.

It was supposed to be a nine-bell bell, so why did it seem like an ordinary weapon in Zhao Wumian's hands, tossed and discarded at will?

However, upon further reflection, Mu Li'er realized that her lover was not particularly concerned with worldly matters, and she felt relieved.

Zhao Wumian is a person who values ​​relationships over personal gain, and isn't that what I like about him?
"call---"

Mu Li'er, dressed in white, carried a candle, and white breath emanated from her mouth and nose with each breath.

She stood in the wind and snow at the courtyard gate, her pretty face flushed, watching Zhao Wumian take out a folded lantern and Spring Festival couplets from his saddlebag.

Xiao Lengyue and Shen Xiangge squatted in the courtyard, fiddling with fireworks.

Guan Yunshu, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen upon seeing this, wiping her small hands on the apron, and asked Zhao Wumian in a loud, puzzled voice:

"Why are you hanging lanterns and pasting Spring Festival couplets? There's still some time before the end of the year."

Zhao Wumian held up the lantern and noticed that the lantern hooks used to hang lanterns in front of the courtyard gate were nowhere to be found. He went into the courtyard and took a few pieces of iron, then used brute force to bend them into hooks, answering:

"We definitely won't be here at the end of the year... Let's celebrate the New Year in our ancestral home too."

Guan Yunshu was speechless. She went back to the kitchen, and after a short while, she leaned out again and looked at Zhao Wumian in front of the courtyard gate.

"While you were away, Qingqi caught a plump river fish by the river. How do you want to eat it?"

"Braised in soy sauce".

Zhao Wumian hung up the lantern, stirred a bowl of batter in his hand, took the Spring Festival couplets handed to him by Mu Li'er, and replied.

Guan Yunshu shrank back into herself.

Smoke curled up from the kitchen, and the people in the courtyard could already smell the delicious aroma wafting from inside.

After the Spring Festival couplets were pasted up and the lanterns were hung, Zhao Wumian arrived at the courtyard. He looked up and saw Shen Xiangge pointing fireworks at him and winking.

"Be careful, my lord."

Boom~boom!
The firework, now just a tiny spark with a trail of flame, grazed past Zhao Wumian, shot out of the courtyard, and exploded outside.

The horse, startled by the cold wind blowing outside the courtyard, immediately neighed loudly, its hooves clattering like a pipa, clearly frightened.

"Why aren't you aiming?" Zhao Wumian didn't dodge, but raised his hand to pat the horse's neck to soothe it, and said with a smile.

Shen Xiangge bit her lower lip lightly, lifted her skirt with one small hand, revealing her snow-white legs, and said to Zhao Wumian in a soft and charming tone:
"I'm sure it's okay, as long as my husband is fine, not only that, but he always manages to satisfy me..."

"Shen Xiangge!" Su Qingqi poked her head out of the kitchen.

Shen Xiangge glanced sideways, her expression turning cold. "I'm just whispering sweet nothings to my man, what's the rush? Pretending to be reserved. Haven't you been...?"

Su Qingqi blushed and, before Shen Xiangge could finish speaking, quickly went back to cooking, temporarily admitting her mistake.

Shen Xiangge is shameless, but Su Qingqi is different. If her secrets were exposed in front of so many people, she would probably be itching to sleep for several nights.

Zhao Wumian smiled slightly, set up the fireworks, stood in the courtyard, and brought the tinderbox forward.

Whoosh—bang!

A burst of light suddenly shot into the night sky. Although the thick snow curtain obscured some of the view, the snowy night was still illuminated for a moment. Immediately afterward, several more bursts of light shot into the sky from the courtyard.

For a moment, the sounds of 'bang bang bang' were incessant, sparks flew and fell into the air with the snowflakes, disappearing into the night, but also spreading into the courtyard with the wisps of smoke from the kitchen.

Shen Xiangge, Mu Li'er, and Xiao Lengyue were all watching the fireworks.

Guan Yunshu, Su Qingqi, and Luo Xiangzhu, also wearing aprons, emerged from the kitchen.

Luo Xiangzhu was petite and delicate, with her small hands tucked into her sleeves. Although she resembled a village girl, she possessed an exceptionally beautiful face that evoked pity and made her seem adorable.

The firelight reddened their pretty faces, and they seemed lost in thought.

But it must be a beautiful vision for the future.

Compared to many people in the martial arts world who live hand to mouth, or rather... compared to the previous generation, they are undoubtedly much happier.

And they firmly believe that happiness will continue in the future.

After the fireworks ended, a faint white mist filled the courtyard, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. Only then did they turn around and go into the kitchen to start serving the dishes.

Zhao Wumian thought it would be nice if those girls in the capital were here too, but unfortunately Luo Chaoyan couldn't possibly come to Yanyun at this juncture.

It's alright, we'll celebrate the New Year properly when we get back to the capital.

"Have a meal."

Su Qingqi called out to the crowd in the courtyard.

Zhao Wumian looked away and went into the kitchen to help.

The remote town of Yanyun was not wealthy, and the ingredients were certainly not as good as when he lived in the capital. However, Zhao Wumian had three virtuous wives with superb culinary skills, so no matter how they cooked, the dishes were delicious.

But the best craftsmanship belongs to the current emperor, Luo Chaoyan.

Shen Xiangge sat down early in the morning, placed the brazier under the table, and covered it with a table curtain, which became a small warm table.

I took off my shoes and socks and put my feet under the table curtain; it was very warm.

Zhao Wumian bought a lot of good wine. Although it couldn't compare to his own homemade Tinglan wine, it was already quite good for this barren land.

Gululu————

After filling the cup, Zhao Wumian raised it and said cheerfully:
"cheers!"

"cheers."

After they said it in unison, they started laughing to themselves for no apparent reason.

They probably felt that the people at the table didn't seem like the kind of people who should be sitting together eating.

There are constables in the imperial court, demonesses in the demonic sect, sword masters in the righteous sect, rebels in Jiangnan, princesses of Yanyun, and nuns in temples.

But the fact that they could come together is truly a wonderful thing.

Inside, the candlelight flickered softly, and the aroma of food filled the warm table.

But under the table, every now and then a mischievous foot would lightly hook onto Zhao Wumian's leg, sometimes several feet at a time, making it impossible to tell which was which.

Even though he was having a proper meal, Zhao Wumian had the strange feeling that he would have to exhaust himself after eating.

After a few rounds of drinks, the women's faces were flushed, and they were all in high spirits, having no intention of using martial arts to expel the alcohol.

Guan Yunshu didn't drink much, and she ate in a very elegant manner. After she finished eating, she got up, put on her shoes and socks, and left the room.

crunch————

The cold wind howled for a moment, then was blocked by the door.

Zhao Wumian followed to see what was happening, and Guan Yunshu took out the dishes that had been prepared in advance from the kitchen, carried the plates to the grave outside the courtyard, placed them in the wind and snow, and then respectfully lit three incense sticks.

Zhao Wumian stood behind Guan Yunshu and also lit three incense sticks.

Neither of them said much. After bowing to Guan Yunshu's mother, they held hands and went back into the house together.

Before they had finished eating, Zhao Wumian sat down to eat again, while Guan Yunshu picked up a piece of white paper, sat on the couch, and began to draw.

The painting naturally depicts several people eating.

It's a rare opportunity for us to get together, so this is quite memorable.

Shen Xiangge puffed out her cheeks, chewed her rice, turned around and asked curiously, "When did you develop this hobby?"

“A few days ago,” Guan Yunshu replied matter-of-factly.

Su Qingqi held a bowl of hot soup in her hand and leaned closer to take a look. She saw that Guan Yunshu's painting skills were excellent. Soon, the group of people sitting at the table chatting and laughing came to life on the paper.

However, seeing Yun Shu sitting here alone, it's clear she can't draw herself. Even if she does draw herself later, there's always a hint of her being out of place, and she seems rather lonely.

Taking this into consideration, Zhao Wumian beckoned Guan Yunshu to sit with him.

"What are you doing?" Guan Yunshu hadn't thought that far ahead. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she still obediently sat down next to him.

"look."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and threw out the white paper. With a flick of his finger, his inner energy guided the charcoal pencil, which scribbled across the paper in mid-air, sending Guan Yunshu into the drawing as well.

Guan Yunshu blinked, then glanced at Zhao Wumian with a hint of helplessness, her tone tinged with a smile.

"It's unnecessary."

"You can paint?" Shen Xiangge looked at him curiously, and everyone present froze.

The others were all lifelike, but Zhao Wumian's Guan Yunshu... was not much different from a stick figure.

To say that it was superfluous was an understatement; it was an understatement to praise Zhao Wumian's painting skills.

Zhao Wumian examined the drawing paper, feeling somewhat embarrassed, but still retorted:

"An atmosphere is enough."

"What kind of atmosphere?" Guan Yunshu glanced at him sideways.

"It's such a big family atmosphere."

Zhao Wumian picked up his pen and wrote on the back of the blank paper:
"Returning to the moon, in the depths of winter, it is a rare occasion for us to gather together. I offer this painting as a token of my joy..."

Before he finished writing, Guan Yunshu, finding Zhao Wumian's handwriting ugly, snatched the paper and wrote it herself, saying:
"Look at your handwriting, it has none of the elegance of a marquis."

"Isn't Lord Marquis a marquis?"

“What do you mean, ‘Marquis on the Road’…” Shen Xiangge joked, “You should be called Marquis Shangyun.”

What cloud should I look up to? Let's look at this white cloud, Yunshu.

"Shangyun doesn't sound good, Woyun is more like it..."

Guan Yunshu looked coldly at Zhao Wumian.

The room immediately filled with laughter and joy.

The annotations on the back of the drawing paper were quickly written.

The first half of the text is written in a messy handwriting, while the second half is written in a neat and elegant handwriting.

(End of this chapter)