My Cold and Beautiful Wife

Ye Fan and Angel crossed two streets in the civilian area. Sometimes people on the road would look at Ye Fan, but no one came to ask specifically.

Because of the image of the sword god, many people have actually seen it, so many people have plastic surgery like the sword god.

Ye Fan looked too "ordinary" because he had reduced all his aura and coercion, so no one believed that he would be a sword god.

"Arrived!"

Angel pointed to a wooden sign in front.

"Lanting?"

It seems to be a casual tea house.

Ye Fan felt it and smiled: "Is it really her?"

When you enter the teahouse, you will see all kinds of calligraphy works hanging on the walls.

A group of children are following a female husband, writing all kinds of calligraphy.

Shulanting looked up at Ye Fan, nodded, and continued to concentrate on guiding the children to write calligraphy.

"Here are some children of common people. Because of their deafness and aphasia, they cannot even go to normal schools."

"Lanting started as a calligraphy teacher in our school, and later opened a tea house here."

"While teaching writing and tea art at the same time, many teachers in our school also like to come here."

Ye Fan didn't expect that Shulanting would choose such a life.

Although the Shulan Pavilion nowadays cannot be said to have much combat effectiveness, it is not as good as it is, and there is more than it.

With high talent and unique magical skills, the Human Alliance definitely has her place.

However, she would rather be a teacher who teaches and makes tea in such a small teahouse in obscurity.

Ye Fan sighed, doing what he wants to do is the ideal life.

Angel was obviously familiar with this place, so she made two cups of tea by herself and handed it to Ye Fan.

"Teacher Angel, have you finished today's class?"

Two female colleagues from the school greeted them when they walked over.

"Yes, you are here too", Angel smiled.

"This isn't Teacher Angel's boyfriend, right?" A female teacher laughed and joked.

Angel shook her head hurriedly, "No, just a friend. He has been married for a long time."

"Haha, we are joking, I think your friend is like a sword god," another female teacher said.

Ye Fan smiled, "A lot of people say that."

"Right? Your wife must be very proud. Your husband looks like a sword god, so it's so good to take it out."

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "That's not necessarily the case. I'm probably worried. Other women will **** her husband from her."

"Chuck..." The two female teachers laughed from ear to ear.

"Teacher Angel, your friend is very fun."

Helpless, Angel gave Ye Fan a white look.

After chatting for a while, Shulanting came over after the two teachers left.

"came back?"

Shulanting wrote three words, which is regarded as greetings.

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, "How are you doing recently, are you satisfied with this kind of life?"

"Like," Shulanting wrote.

"I really envy you so that you can live a life you like," Ye Fan said with a smile.

Shulanting blinked and wrote, "I want to thank you. Without you, there would be no such thing."

Shulanting looked back at the disadvantaged children who were writing.

"They all adore you. You gave the common people hope."

Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly saw that several children's necks were all decorated with "sword bearers in hell" ornaments.

Angel's eyes turned into crescent moons, and she seemed to be happy for Ye Fan.

"Who could have imagined that a former assassin would become a **** in countless people's hearts?"

"Ye Fan, don't you think I am right? I said at the beginning that you are a good person."

Ye Fan has mixed flavors, and the pictures of Shellenee and Elarys that he has just experienced flashed before his eyes...

"maybe……"

Ye Fan remembered something, took out a delicate and ancient brush, and handed it to Shulan Pavilion.

"This is for you. It's an old man, just like you. He only writes but doesn't speak. He asked me to transfer it to you."

Shulanting's eyes lit up with a touch of joy, and it was obvious that this was extraordinary at once.

"Really give it to me? Very expensive!" Shulan Ting couldn't believe it.

"Take it, with a heart, let the calligraphy be passed on," Ye Fan said.

Shu Lan Ting took it, and nodded seriously, admiring it as if he was a treasure.

Ye Fan was about to ask, why Shulanting didn't ask, who was this senior.

But if you think about it carefully, perhaps for Cang Shengren and Shulan Pavilion, the name is not important at all. The pen speaks for everything.

After drinking tea for a while, Angel will go back to the monastery to pray.

Before leaving, Shulanting wrote: "If there is a need, I can do my best."

Obviously, Shulanting also knows that it is not completely peaceful now.

"Don't worry, I won't be polite to you," Ye Fan said with a smile.

Shulanting didn't say much, and went back to continue teaching.

Send Angel back to the monastery together, watch Angel put on a pious dress, bring "Little Pillie" together, and begin to pray.

Ye Fan sat in the empty church, looking at the high platform without any idols, thoughtfully.

When the sky darkened, Angel got up and sat next to Ye Fan.

"FALLEN, do you have something on your mind?" Angel asked.

Ye Fan was silent for a while, and asked: "Angel, I went out this time... I saw a lot of mythical characters, a lot of gods, and even gods..."

"In terms of realm, I am already a true god, that is to say, I am already a **** in the true sense."

Angel smiled and said: "A veritable sword god? How can I become unhappy when I become a true god?"

Ye Fan sighed: "I found that the more I know, the less I know, and many things are right or wrong."

"If I also have a **** in my heart, who can tell me that this is correct, and that you have done the best, that would be great."

"But... I am a **** myself, no one can tell me how it is right, or that I am not sure..."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Angel, there is no idol on it, then which **** do you believe in now?"

Angel fluttered her eyes, suddenly stretched out a white hand, placed it on Ye Fan's heart.

"it's here……"

"What?" Ye Fan was taken aback.

"FALLEN, the only **** in my heart is the conscience in my heart."

"The kindness in everyone's heart is the only God. If God really exists, then it is in everyone's heart."

"If you feel pain, what you have done, and feel uneasy about what you have done, it means... God is with you."

Angel smiled and said: "So, I am very happy, you are a true **** with kind thoughts, and I am proud of you."

Ye Fan stared at the girl in a daze, his eyes were a little hot, and he took a deep breath.

Looking at the bright blue eyes, Ye Fan felt that there was a ray of light in his heart, shone in and suddenly brightened.

"It's really great that you can come back to me..." Ye Fan couldn't help but mutter.

Unconsciously, Ye Fan hugged Angel.

Angel froze for a moment, then gently patted the man on the back.

After a while, Ye Fan realized something and quickly let go of the girl.

"Sorry, I... I am..."

"It's okay, I understand," Angel asked with a smile: "Do you want to eat? The food in our monastery is relatively vegetarian."

Ye Fan remembered that Feng Qinglan was waiting, and stood up and said, "Next time, I still have things to do."

"Then take care," Angel said softly.

Ye Fan nodded, walked out of the monastery, and moved back to the training ground outside Yuncheng.

When he came to the gravity training field, Feng Qinglan had already practiced and was dripping with sweat.

The close practice of Kungfu makes women look unique.

Seeing Ye Fan coming, she closed the gravity field.

"You finally came back, I figured it out clearly, I really want to enter the dragon... Um!"

Before Feng Qinglan could say a few more words, Ye Fan hugged the woman and kissed it.