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From the back, she was dressed in a green veil, her body was graceful, her hair was long and draped over her shoulders.
She was also a fairy who did not know how to play the piano and the lake pavilion.
Han Qianqian smiled bitterly as he had searched through his memories and never seemed to know this woman.
However, seeing that the footmen and the people in white had stopped where they were, Han Qianqian could only sigh bitterly and walk towards the pavilion.
The lake was green and the water was clear, and the colourful fish were like schools, the scenery was very pleasant.
As Han Qianqian settled down, the woman did not turn back, but only stretched out her luxuriant jade hand in a foreign invitation gesture, and then continued to play her zither.
The sound of the zither was melodious, the mountain and the water were good, and Han Qianqian was happy to be at ease for a while, half squinting his eyes and enjoying this leisurely and relaxing moment.
I don't know how long it took, but with the sound of a subtle string in the zither, Han Qianqian opened his eyes slightly, a smile crossed the corner of his mouth, shook his head and closed his eyes again.
After the song, the woman turned back slightly and glanced at Han Qianqian with embarrassment. Although Han Qianqian's eyes were closed, the hint of a smile that curled up at the corner of her mouth already told the story.
"Oops, so you know music, not funny."
Shake dang~~
With a dissatisfied and deflated scattering of hands, the woman's hand touched the zither, emitting a confusing sound.
Han Qianqian opened his eyes and saw the angry woman in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, although he had already roughly guessed who it was from the sound, but when he saw her with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Her posture, to Han Qianqian's knowledge, was definitely a first-class super beauty.
Only, this was not the impression she had in Han Qianqian's mind.
"I know a little." Han Qianqian laughed.
"Boring you to death." She glared at Han Qianqian grumblingly, muttering her mouth in anger.
"And pouting? That's not like you." Han Qianqian grinned, picking up the fruit next to her and putting it in her mouth.
"Not at all!" When she heard Han Qianqian say that, her face flushed red: "Then I'm a girl in the first place, you can't be like that? Sick chicken."
This woman was quite unexpected, but when she thought about it, it seemed logical.
The Wang family's eldest daughter, Wang Simin.
She got up, Wang Simin snatched some kind of crystal grapes that Han Qianqian was just about to feed into her mouth, and then put them directly into her own mouth without being polite, then, with her big and bold body, she sat down: "I'm so annoyed with you, it's hard for me to change my clothes and perform playing the piano for you. I didn't expect ......"
Although Wang Simin was imposed by Wang Dong as a child to practice qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, after all, is a lady of the house. But where do you know, Wang Simin grew up with a passion for juggling swords and guns, and although she did learn the qin well, more often than not she secretly went to practice her sword. As time went by, the qin was slowly abandoned.
Wang Dong had said that the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting were skills that a girl must learn to cultivate her emotions, as well as to know how to read and write, so that she could find a good husband in the future. Naturally, Wang Simin did not take these words to heart, but today, after hearing in the city that Han Qianqian was the mysterious man, she suddenly remembered Wang Dong's words from more than ten years ago to the death.
Moreover, she had deliberately dressed up in the house. Counting up, this was the first time in her life that she had dressed up so finely, or dressed up like a girl, since she understood.
It was enough that she liked her, even though she didn't know whether he liked her or not.
"I told you that last time when Fuye was competing in the martial arts, how come someone I didn't know came to my rescue, after all it was you." Seemingly realising that she had gone too far in grabbing the crystal grapes from Han Qianqian's hand, Wang Simin said as she plucked a grape and handed it to him.
Han Qianqian waved his hand with a smile and took a grape again himself.
"Have you ever treated me as a friend? Once I left the Carefree Village, the next message I received from you was that you had fallen into the Endless Abyss and died, I thought you were really dead, which made me sad for days." Wang Simin looked at Han Qianqian with displeasure.
Han Qianqian laughed dumbly, "So you can be sad too."
In Han Qianqian's eyes, although Wang Simin was big-hearted on the surface, she was actually very kind inside, and knowing that she had passed away, Han Qianqian believed that she would indeed be sad.
"Shit, then I'm a human being too, okay, how ......" Wang Simin retorted on the spot, but only halfway through the sentence did it dawn on her that she had accidentally spoken foul language, and she immediately blushed: "How... . how can I not be upset."
Han Qianqian smiled, looking at this girl who was clearly not on this path, but had to pretend to be a lady, it was also funny.
"By the way, dead sick chicken, did you really fall into the Endless Abyss?" Wang Simin asked.
Han Qianqian nodded, "Yes."
"Then how are you ...... alive then?" Wang Simin asked cautiously, to her this was simply impossible.
"Why should you all think that falling into the Endless Abyss must be the same as dying?" Han Qianqian frowned.
"That ...... would have been the unwritten rule of the Eight Directions world. For many years, even true gods have never appeared again when they fell in." Wang Simin muttered.
In the Eight Desolate Heavenly Books, those True Gods' graves were one after another, and Han Qianqian knew that many True Gods had died in the Eightfold World over the years.
It was just that just because some people couldn't do something, it didn't mean that others couldn't do it.
"Rules are something that have always been made by people, and since they are made by people, what's so strange about breaking them? Besides, you've never been to the Endless Abyss, so why do you have to think that it's a place where death is certain?" Han Qianqian explained.
After hearing Han Qianqian's words, Wang Simin nodded thoughtfully, "Dead sick chicken, this view of yours is actually quite novel, however, I think you have a point. There are some things that you really can't follow the clouds without trying them out. By the way, then how did you come to show yourself as a mystic? And ...... how did you become so powerful?"
In Wang Simin's impression, Han Qianqian naturally did not belong to the ranks of experts, after all, she remembered the encounter at Carefree Village very clearly.
Han Qianqian but if he was really half as good as he is now, they wouldn't have been in such a sorry state back then. Even though Han Qianqian had gotten the Undying Xuan Armour as well as the strange encounter later on, according to Wang Simin's conversion, Han Qianqian would not have grown so quickly.
"You should have come today to do more than simply want to hear me tell a story, right?" Han Qianqian laughed gently.