Slime's Evolutionary Journey

"Brother Wenshan, no, it should be Mr. Fangte. Wen Qin has heard of your name for a long time." Chen Wenqin stood up and bowed, "Actually, your true identity, Miss Dongxue, has been informed to me today."

Fangte was a little speechless for a moment, but finally he transformed back into his original form, a round slime one meter tall standing in front of Dong Xue and Chen Wenqin.

"Brother Chen, please forgive me. After all, my status is somewhat special. However, I sincerely want to invite Brother Chen to the orc tribe."

"Wen Qin knows that if this were not the case, you would not come to this simple place like mine, nor would you identify yourself, and Wen Qin is also willing to go to the orc tribe with Brother Fang."

Chen Wenqin never glanced at the beautiful and dignified girl sitting on the wooden bench from beginning to end, as if she didn't exist, and the girl didn't speak, just sat quietly.

Fang Te felt really embarrassed, it was like he had broken them up, and this Chen Wenqin was really, even if you were leaving, you still had to have a good talk with your girlfriend, just without saying a word. You didn't even say anything, which made me really embarrassed, as if I had robbed you.

In the end, Fangte really couldn't bear the atmosphere, so he could only tell him simply that he was leaving tonight, and that he could take him with him and come visit him again tonight. Fangte wanted to leave the couple as soon as possible.

"Then I'll bother Brother Fang. It's just that there's no further delay. Since we've eaten and drank enough, let's leave now so as not to delay our trip."

Fang Te turned around and wanted to get away, but unexpectedly Chen Wenqin grabbed Fang Te's small tentacles directly and refused to let Fang Te go. At this time, Fang Te really wanted to complain:

Your girlfriend is like this, and you still don’t comfort her and think about leaving like this?

"Brother Chen! It doesn't matter, I just want to buy some specialties! I'll come back later."

"Brother Fang!"

Fangte retracted his tentacles and ran out quickly, not forgetting to close the door when he left.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

After the spring-filled slime left, there was only one man and one woman left in the small hut. The man was gentle and elegant, and the woman was beautiful and dignified. However, the hut was extremely quiet. After a long time, the woman slowly spoke, with a soft voice. But with a little choking.

"I was born in Dongxia and grew up in Dongxia. Dongxia is my home, but I have to leave."

The man took a deep breath and stood with his back to the woman, his fists clenching his sleeves.

"Have to leave? For what? For your ambition? For the world? Or for your reputation as the number one genius?"

The woman stood up, leaning on the simple table with half-clenched fists in her delicate hands, looking at the scholar with his back to her with red eyes.

The man didn't speak, just silent, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Say it! Chen Wenqin! Say it!"

The woman burst into tears, raised the wooden teacup and threw it at his back. The tea splashed on his clothes, and the teacup fell to the ground, rolling slowly to his feet.

"You know what? If you participate in this chaos, you will die!"

The woman roared, covering her mouth with her delicate hands, tears streaked across her palms, and she cried silently, but every suppressed choked sob hurt his heart even more.

"Those who become great have already put life and death aside." He finally spoke.

"Good! What a person who puts life and death at risk!"

The woman slowly walked towards the man and stood side by side with him.

"You have your ambitions and your heart! You have your choices, and you have nothing to do with me."

She passed him by, and he didn't even look at her until the end. When her back disappeared in front of the door, he slowly squatted down and picked up the teacup at his feet.

His mind wandered a little, and he couldn't help but think of a story.

A story that should only appear in Zhiyi.

In the story, a five-year-old boy lost his parents since he was a child and lived on the street. However, like all stories, someone adopted him. However, unlike other stories, it was adopted by a wealthy family. The boy was adopted by a family. A woman.

The woman was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was beautiful, dignified, and generous, especially her big, watery eyes. It was the most beautiful scenery the little boy had ever seen. Even when the boy grew up, he traveled around to study and saw countless people. The mountains and rivers, the most beautiful Guijiang River are not as good as the ripples in her eyes.

The woman placed the little boy in a small forest and built him a thatched house. Although many people who had seen the small thatched house said it was ugly, the boy thought it was the most beautiful house in his time.

The woman taught him how to read and write. Every time she came, she brought him many books, clothes, and the boy's favorite food. Although the woman could not come often and the time was short, every time she came, she was always A boy's happiest time.

Gradually, the boy grew up and became a man, but the girl always looked eighteen or nineteen years old. She was still so beautiful, dignified, and generous, and her eyes were still my favorite scenery.

He read more and more books, and his knowledge became more and more extensive. Even the teachers in the rural private schools gradually felt ashamed of themselves. His reputation became more and more popular, and many people came to visit him in the hut. His talent His reputation grew bigger and bigger, and finally some people said he was the number one talent in the central area.

However, he has never been proud, and he even just laughed at the name of this "number one talent", because as he gets older, he comes into contact with more and more things, and he knows less and less. Just more and more.

He learned the identity of the woman who raised him.

As for the identity of a woman, except for the extremely beautiful empress, no one in Dongxia Kingdom can compare with her.

The woman once joked that she would help him find a matchmaker and help him marry a beautiful and gentle wife, but the man shook his head and refused. She asked him why, and the man just smiled and looked at her quietly. .

To him, is there anyone in the world who is more beautiful and gentle than her?

However, the man did not dare to say it, so what if he was the most talented man in Dongxia? In front of a woman, what kind of identity could be worthy of her?

Gradually, the man is already twenty-five, but he is still unmarried.

Chen Wenqin put the tea cup on the table and picked up the luggage that had been packed under the bed. These clothes were all chosen for herself.

"Dongxue, you ask me why I left, ambition? Talent? Fame? The world? Compared with you, what are those? I just want to be worthy of you, that's all."

He walked out of the hut, locked the door gently, and looked at this hut that had been around for nearly 20 years and was the most beautiful in the world. He couldn't help but smile.