The Strongest Soldier in the City

In Shen Qingwu's view, from a rational and rational perspective, Chen Liuhe's idea is very pedantic and not clever at all.

However, from a righteous and emotional perspective, Chen Liuhe is so admirable. No one can help but feel a sense of awe from the heart for people like Chen Liuhe.

After smacking his lips a few times, Chen Liuhe cast a reassuring look at Shen Qingwu and said, "If I want to defeat Zhuge Mingshen, I won't rely on other people's pity and sympathy. I will straighten my back and use my absolute strength." , can also defeat him."

"Brother, I believe it." Shen Qingwu nodded and said three very heavy words.

Gradually, the afterglow of the setting sun and the sunset glow were like red awns, pouring into the courtyard, giving this seemingly desolate and old house a more peaceful and poetic feel.

In the kitchen, Shen Qingwu and Su Wanyue were busy working there. Su Wanyue was clumsily washing, chopping and garnishing vegetables. With her busy posture, she could tell at a glance that she was a newbie. She must have been in the kitchen for the first time in her life.

Shen Qingwu, who is sitting in a wheelchair, cooks the dishes herself. Don't look at Shen Qingwu with a smile. This girl is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. In those years when Chen Liuhe was not by her side, she could do everything by herself. Completed alone, whether before the legs are intact or after sitting in a wheelchair

Chen Liuhe, who was forcibly driven out of the kitchen by the two women, sat alone on the steps of the courtyard gate. He looked back at the scene in the kitchen. A very warm and somewhat silly smile appeared on his face. At this moment, he Really, there is a bit of artistic conception that what can one ask for in such a life?

It would be great if he didn't have so many ties, hatred, and obsessions in his heart. But after all, he has too many goals that he must accomplish.

Looking up at the afterglow of the setting sun on the horizon, Chen Liuhe was stunned, and many memories of the past suddenly appeared in his mind.

His experiences in the first half of his life during the twenty years may not even be described as legendary. The things he experienced are beyond the imagination of normal people.

At the age of six, he was sent to an extremely mysterious place to learn martial arts. At the age of fifteen, he was sent to the World Hunter School to begin his journey of becoming a god and killing people. He then spent several years in the underground world, and then, he He returned to this country and began a life of intrigues and battles of wits and courage.

Almost every day, I struggle between life and death.

The first half of his life, to describe it in a few simple words, was fighting against heaven, earth, and people, and he had endless fun.

Chen Liuhe has always felt that the person he has dealt with the most in his life is not the cheap master who taught him superb martial arts, nor the grandfather he respected the most in his life, but the so-called God of Death. He has been with him almost since he was six years old. Dealing with the God of Death, even when I was studying art, I don’t know how many times I almost died.

Many scenes flashed through his mind like a movie. Chen Liuhe couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. He sighed deeply and put his thoughts back.

Tilting his head, Chen Liuhe looked at the wooden door in the courtyard. The wooden door was old. One side was intact, while the other side was half-detached. Obvious cracks could be seen on the wooden board.

Seeing this, Chen Liuhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light shone out in his eyes, which was full of murderous intent.

This door panel was given by God Zhuge Ming, and it was shattered by God Zhuge Ming himself.

Until now, Chen Liuhe has not repaired this door panel. It's not that he can't repair it, or that he can't repair it, but that he must let Zhuge Mingshen repair it.

No matter whether God Zhuge Ming will die or not, or how miserable his death will be, this is what he must do before God Zhuge Ming dies.

Chen Liuhe just sat quietly on the steps at the entrance of the courtyard. He enjoyed this feeling and the artistic conception. He still remembered that when he was a child, every time his grandfather would whip him with a belt or stab him. When he doesn't dare to go home, he likes to sit here and pretend to be pitiful and aggrieved.

Every time he does that, Grandpa will put on a stern face, but the cowhide leather belt that makes him fearful will always disappear.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. It was to the west of Yanjing. Similarly, that was also the direction of the Eight Immortals Mountain.

Chen Liuhe murmured softly: "Old man, have you missed me so much? Don't blame your grandson for being unfilial. It's been so long since I came back, but I haven't even kowtowed to you, offered you a stick of incense, toasted you with a glass of wine, or even sang a song." A song.”

"It's not that Xiao Liuzi doesn't want to go, it's just that Xiao Liuzi doesn't have the nerve to go now." Qian Qian's words were filled with too much heartbreaking sadness.

Chen Liuhe took a deep breath, cheered up, and said: "But it's coming soon, Grandpa, it's coming soon. Xiao Liuhe will definitely come to see you, with the most glorious posture and the sonorous steps. Stand tall with the straightest waist and hold the most arrogant head."

"I can suffer any grievances while I'm alive, but I can never let you suffer any grievances, let alone always lie unsteady." Chen Liuhe's voice was low, but his words were powerful, as if they were filled with all the energy in his body. He seemed to be saying the most important thing to him, and it was also the most important promise.

"Liuhe, it's time to eat." Su Wanyue's beautiful voice came from the courtyard.

Chen Liuhe retracted his thoughts, suppressed the sadness and ripples in his heart, looked back at Su Wanyue who was serving the dishes, grinned stupidly, stood up quickly, dusted off the dust, and ran over to help.

Shen Qingwu's cooking skills were full of praise. The simple four dishes and one soup made Chen Liuhe and the others eat with gusto, without even leaving any leftover soup.

After dinner, Chen Liuhe volunteered to clean up the mess, but was severely stopped by Su Wanyue again.

Sitting on the chair and watching Su Wanyue busying around like a beautiful cook, he felt a warm current in his heart.

In this world, who can make Su Wanyue, a strong female CEO, do this? I’m afraid the only one is Chen Liuhe.

His love for Su Wanyue is getting deeper and deeper, and has been integrated into his bones.

Accompanying Shen Qingwu and Su Wanyue, they enjoyed the cool air in the courtyard for a while. After checking the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Chen Liuhe stood up and said to the two women: "You guys rest at home. I'll go out to do some errands and I'll be back soon." ."

Su Wanyue frowned and asked worriedly: "Is there any danger?"