Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

The carriage passed smoothly for several days.

Rong Yuan and Rong Xin abandoned their carriages and used Qinggong instead.

The wind blew through my clothes, making a strong sound.

Chic and easy.

They stopped in a forest.

The bonfire burned at night, and the red firelight reflected on everyone's face.

The aroma of food roasted on the fire spread far away.

Xiang's No. [-] and his brothers couldn't help but look towards their landlord.

This is an incredible sight.

My host was barbecuing there, and Mr. Rong was doing nothing but just looking at their host, so sticky, tsk.

However, this is too much to be pampered, isn't it?

No. [-] muttered secretly in his heart, feeling the sight of his landlord the next second.

The coldness was laced with warning.

Number Three: ...

The warm firelight reflected on their faces, and the dancing firelight reflected in their pupils.

There was no deliberate ambiguity in the atmosphere, just tenderness flowing quietly.

"Okay, here you go." Rong Xin handed the roasted fish to Rong Yuan, then took off her water bag and handed it to him.

I am planning to bake another one.

Rong Yuan didn't answer, "Xinxin, let's eat. I'm tired these days."

After saying that, he took away the fish Rong Xin was preparing to grill.

Feeling that his lover was in a depressed mood, Rong Yuan tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, then gave the rest to Rong Xin, "Okay, eat."

Rong Xin stared blankly at the casual Rong Yuan who was seriously grilling meat, and suddenly felt a little sulky in his heart.

An indescribable sadness arose.

Rong Yuan carefully controlled the fire with his spiritual power and maintained a very suitable temperature.

"001 monitor it. If it's overheated, give a reminder."

At this time, Rong Yuan thought of 001. Since this little guy came out last time, he has refused to come out and doesn't know what he saw.

Now I'm getting along with his consciousness... not bad, at least there's no more fussing.

"Okay, host." 001 looked at the black darkness half a meter away from him and ignored it with difficulty.

It doesn't want to go out, but the host is tired of being with the task target all day long. It was almost discovered last time!

However, this world mission has been completed, which is a consolation.

On the huge virtual screen was a line of small words, which was Lou Xin's original ending.

He died of excessive blood loss during the chase.

In fact, the meaning of the system is to help the task object break away from the original world line, escape from the original ending, and not be assimilated into the small world.

outside the virtual screen.

Rong Yuan looked at his lover who was still a little unhappy and touched his head, "I want to bake it for you too."

After saying that, Rong Xin raised his head, with joy flashing in his eyes. He didn't even eat the delicious meat roasted in his hands, but just stared at the meat in Rong Yuan's hands.

Rong Yuan: ...

"001, it's up to you this time." Is this like shooting myself in the foot?

He originally wanted to make his lover less tired, and wanted to grill the fish himself, so he didn't care whether it was good or bad and he could eat it himself.

But now, he can only pray that 001 will be reliable.

Don't let him in front of his lover...

"Host, turn over!"

Rong Yuan turned the meat over obediently, and under the influence of his spiritual power, it was not burnt.

……

After a period of time.

"Host, it's ready!" Rong Yuan took off the meat without any pause.

There is nothing wrong with the surface, it looks crispy and browned, and looks very appetizing.

Rong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Cut off a piece with a dagger and bring it to Rong Xin's mouth.

Rong Xin took a bite and chewed it a few times.

No expression could be seen under the mask, but Rong Yuan still caught a moment of pause.

In his experience, that's not good news.

I tasted a piece myself.

Oh, it tastes bad.

This is definitely not his fault. At least the ones he made are not so unpalatable. It is definitely because of 001!

"Xinxin, if we don't want to eat this, we'll still eat your baked food."

Rong Xin nodded, then picked up the water bag and drank a few mouthfuls of water before stopping.

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……

After traveling like this, we arrived at Jingsha Tower in less than half a month.

This is a hidden mountain forest.

It is winding and winding, and the winding path leads to a quiet place.

When they arrived, all the killers who had no mission in Jingsha Tower came out.

"The original poster!" Hundreds of killers knelt on the ground, worshiping their original poster.

There are strict rules and strict hierarchies in Jingsha Tower.

"Yeah." Rong Xin responded lightly.

"This is you," Rong Xin paused and continued, "Madam, just call me Mr. Rong. Seeing him is like seeing me."

"Yes!"

Rong Yuan didn't say anything, but took Rong Xin's hand and intertwined their fingers in front of hundreds of people.

Feeling his lover's gaze, Rong Yuan turned his head and looked towards him, with slight doubts in his eyes.

Rong Xin said nothing, but clenched the hand that was intertwined with Rong Yuan's.

The days in Jingsha Tower are really luxurious.

As an organization that started by killing people and selling goods, the wealth in its hands can be compared to half of the national treasury.

Especially in some rare aspects.

As the "lady of the host", Rong Yuan's subordinates would make offerings from time to time, and his lover would always give him various gifts.

In addition, after dealing with the traitors and things, I stayed with him all day long.

It can be said that Rong Yuan lived an extremely comfortable life.

I am too happy to miss Shu.

But important things cannot be forgotten.

"Xinxin, I have a skill book here," Rong Yuan handed the perfected skill to Rong Xin, "We don't practice Jingsha Jue anymore, let's practice this."

Rong Xin flipped through the technique. It was exquisite and unique. It was a rare and unique technique that suited him very well.

After practicing well, there is no need for him to be poor now, but it is useless. His fate has been decided since he started practicing Jingsha Jue.

Seeing his lover's concerns, Rong Yuan explained, "Don't you still believe in my martial arts? I will protect you."

Rong Xin smiled, his eyes soft, and he remembered that this man singled out all his men when he came.

Directly convince those people.

"I don't want to waste time," Rong Xin organized his speech, "Even if I change the technique now, as long as the previous posters have practiced Jingsha Jue, their fate will be no more than 25."

"It's not that no one has changed their skills midway, but they die faster."

Rong Xin stood up from Rong Yuan's arms, walked to the window, and reached out to touch the mask on the table.

Moreover, every poster who practiced Jingsha Jue had a haggard look when he died. In just a few breaths, he changed from a young man to an old man who was dying.

The shadows of the trees outside the window were swaying, and the wind was whining, as if crying.

There was an aura of sadness permeating the lover's body. Rong Yuan knew that only by explaining this matter clearly, there would not be so many gaps between them.

Only his Xinxin can live without any scruples and love him without any scruples.