Chapter 102 Wine and Story

When the man turned around and looked at Shuli with caution, Shuli was sitting calmly on the bed, looking at the man with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?" the man asked in a low voice.

The internal force that burst out behind him just now far exceeded his cognition. The child who felt like an ordinary person in front of him was definitely not as simple as he showed now.

At that moment, he felt as if he had faced Bai Qi's murderous intent and fell into endless coldness.

Shuli's lips curled up, "The luck of 22 o'clock seems to be good."

The man couldn't understand what Shuli meant. He just wanted to know who Shuli was and.

He turned his head and looked at another room.

Seeing him, Shuli got off the bed and walked out of the room slowly, "Relax, I am neither seeking revenge nor coming to kill you, nor will I do anything to that child. I just want to ask you a few questions."

The man was thinking quickly in his mind.

Running is possible to run away, but if you take a child, there is no possibility of running away.

But if he really fights, even if he doesn't care about the child, just based on the internal force fluctuations that exceeded his cognition just now, he thinks he can't be an opponent. Even if the strength of the internal force does not represent the strength of the force, this is his intuition.

"You are from the Yin-Yang family? Why not show your true face?" the man said.

Shuli raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that he would think he was from the Yin-Yang family and replied, "You don't have to provoke me, and I am not from the Yin-Yang family. I am just a little curious about you and want to ask you a few questions."

The man didn't care much about his tricks when he saw that he had seen through it, but he was surprised that Shuli was not from the Yin-Yang family.

In his impression, only Yin and Yang families will have such people who seem to be young but have a very high level.

"If you have any questions, please ask, as long as I know, but I want to know, you are just here to ask questions?" The man looked at Shuli tightly.

"Of course." Shuli nodded, then walked to the yard, found a small stool to sit down, and looked at the man, "You should know the Battle of Changping."

When the man heard the word "Changping", a hint of loneliness suddenly flashed across his face, but he quickly covered it up and replied, "Of course."

Of course, Shuli saw the man's reaction, smiled and continued to ask, "Then, you should know Zhao Kuo, who is known as the 'horse coquettish boy', or know him."

The man nodded slowly.

"Then what do you think of him?" Shuli asked.

"Zhao Kuo?" the man repeated, "April, pretentious, and even a bit arrogant. Perhaps he was full of passion, but he was born at the wrong time and realized the reality until he died."

As if it was emotion, as if it was self-report, the man sighed slowly, and then looked at Shuli, "You should have known my identity early in the morning, right?"

"No." Shuri shook her head, "I just doubt it, but now I'm sure, but I didn't expect you to be alive."

"No." The man came to the water tank and looked at the blurry reflection in the water. "Zhao Kuo had already died in Changping with more than 400,000 soldiers, and I was just a nameless person floating around."

Turning around, Wuming smiled bitterly and asked, "I would like to ask you, how did you know my identity and address."

In his perception, this person is not weak.

Shuli opened the note in her hand and looked at it, then stood up, smiled and said to Wuming, "The story is very wonderful, I'll give it to you. We have the chance to see you again."

Wuming stood up and looked over again, but Shuli disappeared. He closed his eyes and felt the hidden aura around him. It seemed that he had left. When he opened his eyes again, his face was no longer drunk.

Wuming looked down at the wine gourd in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!