"Still acting like a baby? This can't be like you." Han Sanqian smiled, picked up the fruit next to him and put it into his mouth.

"No way!" Hearing what Han Sanqian said, her face flushed immediately: "Then she is a girl. Can't be like this? A sick chicken."

This woman was beyond Han Sanqian's expectations, but after thinking about it, it seemed reasonable.

Miss Wang, Wang Simin.

Standing up, Wang Simin snatched some kind of crystal grape that Han Sanqian just wanted to feed into his mouth, and put it directly into his mouth without any politeness, then, the big and three rough sat down: "I'm so annoying, It's hard for someone to change into clothes and play the piano for you. I didn't expect..."

Although Wang Simin was forced by Wang Dong to practice piano, chess, calligraphy and painting when he was young. After all, everyone is a lady. But who knows, Wang Simin has loved playing with knives and guns since she was a child, although she is really good at learning the piano. But most of the time, I secretly go to practice swords. Over time, the piano gradually fell into disrepair.

Wang Dong said that piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are skills that a girl must learn. They can cultivate their sentiments and be knowledgeable, so that they can find a good husband in the future. Naturally, Wang Simin didn't take these words to heart. However, after hearing that Han Sanqian was the mysterious person in the city today, she suddenly remembered what Wang Dong said more than ten years ago.

and. She also specially dressed up in the room. After she became sensible, this was the first time in her life that she dressed up so carefully, or dressed herself like a girl.

A woman is someone who pleases herself, although I don't know if he likes her or not. But I like her, that's enough.

"I said last time when Fu Ye was recruiting talents, how could someone I didn't know come to save me. After a long time, it was you." He seemed to realize that he had directly savagely snatched the crystal grape from Han Sanqian's hand It's a little too much, Wang Simin said as he picked a grape and handed it to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian waved his hand with a smile, and took another grape by himself.

"Did you treat me as a friend? After leaving Wuyou Village, I received your message that you fell into the endless abyss and died. I thought you were really dead, which made me sad for several days. "Wang Simin looked at Han Sanqian unhappily.

Han Sanqian smiled dumbly: "It turns out that you will be sad too."

In Han Sanqian's eyes, although Wang Simin was careless on the surface, she was actually kind-hearted. Knowing that she passed away, Han Sanqian believed that she would indeed be sad.

"Damn. Then I'm human too, why..." Wang Simin retorted on the spot, but only halfway through the sentence did he suddenly realize that he had accidentally swearing. Immediately, his face turned red: "Why...how can you not be sad."

Han Sanqian smiled, seeing that this girl obviously didn't follow this path, but she insisted on pretending to be a lady. It's also funny.

"By the way, sick chicken, did you really fall into the endless abyss?" Wang Simin asked.

Han Sanqian nodded: "Yes."

"Then you...then why are you alive?" Wang Simin asked cautiously. For her, this was simply impossible.

"Why do you all think that falling into the endless abyss is equivalent to death?" Han Sanqian frowned.

"Then...then this is the unwritten rule of the Eight Directions World. For many years, even if the true god fell into it, it never appeared again." Wang Simin muttered.

In the Eight Desolation Book of Heaven, the tombs of the true gods are one after another, and Han Sanqian also knows that many true gods in the eight directions world have died in them over the years.

It's just that just because some people can't do something, doesn't mean others can't do it.

"Rules are always made by people. Since they are made by people, why break them? Besides, you haven't been to the endless abyss, why do you think that place is bound to die?" Han Sanqian explained.

After listening to Han Sanqian's words, Wang Simin nodded thoughtfully: "Sick chicken, your point of view is actually quite novel, but I think what you said makes sense. Some things cannot be achieved without trying. Just echoing others. By the way, then why did you show yourself as a mysterious person? Also...how did you become so powerful?"

In Wang Simin's impression, Han Sanqian is naturally not a master. After all, she remembers what happened in Wuyou Village very clearly.

If Han Sanqian was half of what he is now, they wouldn't be in such a mess back then. Although Han Sanqian got the Immortal Profound Armor and Qiyu later, according to Wang Simin's conversion, Han Sanqian would not grow so fast.

"You came today, you should not just want to listen to my story, right?" Han Sanqian smiled softly.

Wang Simin stuck out her tongue: "I don't care, I'm here to listen to the story, and your story interests me more than anything else."

Han Sanqian then told Wang Simin some general things. JrNovels.com