The disputes between the aristocratic families of Shu, the dark clouds surging through the nine heavens.

Needles and thorns intertwined, torrential rain and stars flying in the sky.

"Tangmen?" Hajime Anze bit his chopsticks and stared at Tang Wu-le, who was sitting opposite him.

"You've heard of them?"

After spending some time together, Tang Wu-le could tell that Hajime Anze was the type of person who did not care about the affairs of the martial arts world and only focused on writing novels. (The Hajime Anze in this parallel world had never played Sword Net 3, nor did Sword Net 3 exist in the modern world of his previous life.)

Previously, he thought that Hajime Anze did not speak because he was in a daze. However, after being interrupted, Hajime Anze angrily told him that he was thinking about the content of the novel.

Emmmmm. Hajime Anze thought for a moment. How should he tell him that he knew about it from a series of wuxia novels such as Jin Yong and Gu Long?

And it was not only wuxia novels. There were also many X Point and Green River novels that mentioned it.

But could he tell him that?

Of course not.

"Tangmen. I heard that they are a family of assassins."

Hajime Anze was someone who had read a lot of novels in his previous life. "You know, when it comes to those mysterious martial arts sects, the imagination of those who don't know about them is very rich."

"For example?" Tang Wu-le had a bad feeling.

"Do you guys put poison on all your weapons?" This was the accepted version.

"Do you guys use puppets to throw hidden weapons?" This seemed to be from the game "Skyblade" that his friends played.

"Do you guys carry weights from a young age, learn how to dig out hearts with your bare hands, and put poison in every meal to train your resistance to poison?"

This was a novel that Hajime Anze saw after a certain online author combined the enemy family and Tangmen in "Hunter × Hunter".

"Are you …" Poison was hidden in their teeth, weapons were hidden in their hair, and masks were pasted on their faces.

However, before Hajime Anze could say anything, Tang Wu-le interrupted him with a dark expression, "No!"

Which family's kid had the guts to talk nonsense about Tangmen like this?

The bold Hajime Anze blinked and remained silent.

Seeing Tang Wu-le's reaction, Hajime Anze chanted "Amitabha" in his heart and decisively changed the topic.

Then he discovered many things that did not conform to history.

For example, chili pepper, which had only been introduced to China during the Ming Dynasty, had now been promoted in Sichuan.

As he listened to Tang Wu-le talking about the delicacies of Sichuan, he thought to himself.

If there was no chili, then what was the spicy fish made of?

Hajime Anze, who was deep in thought, did not notice Tang Wu-le's gaze on him.

Previously, Tang Wu-le considered that the little scholar was weak and did not want to bring him back to Tangmen as a corpse or a dying patient, so he let his subordinates drive the carriage. Now that they were in Tangmen, Tang Wu-le saw that the little scholar did not seem tired at all. Thinking of his sister's teary face, Tang Wu-le looked at the culprit, Hajime Anze, and felt unhappy.

Why was his sister crying so miserably while the young and old of Tangmen were tormented by the tears of the women at home, but he was in high spirits all the way?

Did he really think that he was on a vacation?

"Young … Young Master Tang?"

The carriage did not stop and kept moving. Hajime Anze was puzzled when he saw Tang Wu-le reach out his hand to him, and then, without any warning … he was carried over his shoulder.

Hajime Anze was dumbfounded.

Hajime Anze: What's going on???

"Who is Young Master Tang?"

Tang Wu-le said, his tone like a hooligan. "Did you realize that I was the one who tied you up and brought you to Tangmen?"

"You!" He had really forgotten about this. "Then why don't you put me down, Young Master Tang?

Tang Wu-le?

Beta Tauri! "

The last word, "Beta Tauri", was soft and tearful.

There was nothing he could do. He was frightened.

Tang Wu-le, who was already carrying the person excitedly, almost lost his footing and fell off the tree. Damn, did this kid really not escape from the South Wind Restaurant?

This "Beta Tauri", damn it, almost made him turn stiff.

Although no one knew (not even the second person present, Hajime Anze), as the Little Tyrant of Tangmen, when had he ever been so embarrassed?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up.

Tsk, if it wasn't inconvenient to carry a person, he would have flown over directly.

It didn't seem impossible.

Tang Wu-le faced the wind. The next moment, he activated the mechanism on his back and flew in the air.

Hajime Anze: I'm afraid of heights!!!

Tang Wule flew all the way to his own small courtyard with his Light-body Technique. He put An Zeyi down and noticed that his face was pale and bloodless. At first glance, he knew that An Zeyi was too frightened. His pupils were tightly shut and his lips were bitten so hard that the skin on his lips was broken.

After a long time, he slowly recovered and muttered to himself, "This is even scarier than bungee jumping."

Tang Wu-le: Bungee jumping???

What the hell????

He touched the young man's cheek with his finger. The cold temperature made him realize that this little scholar who didn't know any martial arts was scared out of his wits.

After thinking "Does he have a stomach bigger than a cat?", Tang Wu-le once again lamented, "Does he have a gut bigger than a cat?"

Hajime Anze brought the trembling little scholar to his study. When he came back to his senses, for the first time in his life, he had the urge to gouge out his own eyes.

What was that hanging on the wall?

A picture of a Tibetan mastiff hunting?

What was with the chair that he was pressed on?

Why was the red and green cushion paired with the purple back?

Did they think that the chair wasn't scary enough and added gold to the pattern on the chair?

The desk was not bad. It was obviously made of pear blossom wood. Whether it was the design or the workmanship, it was excellent.

But who could tell him why this elegant desk was either filled with glittering gold or colorful ornaments?

The windows were all beautiful regardless of whether it was blue after rain or pine green. But what the hell was this silver red with a layer of gold?

It wasn't that Hajime Anze didn't like gold and red. In fact, gold and red were extremely eye-catching when matched well. But who the hell designed this silver red with a large golden flower pattern?

"How is it?

Isn't my study especially domineering? "Tang Wu-le said proudly.

Hajime Anze's eyes were as weak as his voice. "Ah, indeed. I've never seen anything so special in my life." Ugly.

Yes, the biggest characteristic of this study was that it was special. Ugly.

But …

"Did you design this, Beta Tauri?"

Hajime Anze looked around and realized that everywhere he looked was an eyesore. In the end, his gaze stopped on Tang Wu-le's face.

Well, although his personality and words were sharp and unfriendly, he had to admit that the Beta Tauri's face was really good-looking. "It's different and unique."

This was actually a very special and novel answer for Tang Wu-le.

Those who had seen his aesthetic either directly or tactfully said that it was ugly, or because of his usual domineering and unruly attitude, they praised it against their will.

On the other hand, Hajime Anze neither expressed his dislike nor disdain for his aesthetics. Instead, he was gentle, as if there was nothing special about his study compared to other people's.

"What do you think of my design?" Tang Wu-le asked in a rare whisper.

"This is your study. Shouldn't what you like be the most important thing?"

Hajime Anze looked at him doubtfully, then said gently and considerately. He really couldn't accept this style, but what could he do about it?

This was the Beta Tauri's study, a private environment that belonged only to him. No one, including his parents, wife, and children, should casually interfere with other people's territory. "This is your study, your territory. It's enough as long as you feel comfortable and satisfied."

Tang Wu-le was silent for a moment, then suddenly said softly, "I've noticed that you've always been like this."

"Just like if you have no curiosity, you won't be curious about anyone, and you won't take the initiative to explore anything.

As long as others don't talk about it or are unwilling to talk about it, you won't ask. "

"What's wrong with that?"

Hajime Anze looked at him calmly. "I've always felt that it's very disrespectful to be curious about things that others don't want to talk about and force others to do things that they don't want to do. It's also a very, very uneducated behavior."

He had this kind of awareness since he was a child. This was also related to how much his parents valued personal privacy and liked to maintain personal space.

Under this kind of education, Hajime Anze also became such a person. At the same time, he also had this kind of awareness in his heart: I don't want others to pry into my privacy, but do others want me to be curious?

Therefore, he had this kind of habit: he would care about the people around him, but he would also keep a certain distance from them so that they wouldn't feel offended.

He would keenly deduce the truth based on his own observation skills, but as long as the other party didn't want to talk about it, he would be very considerate and not ask too much.

"There's a hidden meaning in your words, huh?"

The corners of Tang Wu-le's mouth curled up slightly into a straight line.

It was just a small change, but it made his devilishly handsome face look a lot more sinister.

He took a big step forward and trapped An Zeyi, who was standing in front of the table, in front of him. He was already ten years older than An Zeyi. In addition, he practiced martial arts all year round and had a strong body. Usually, he looked tall and straight in the Emperor Nan suit. But now, he was wearing the Broken Army uniform, which was known as the "deep V-neck seduction," which exposed half of his chest and abdominal muscles. He looked particularly strong and vigorous. The mature male's hormonal aura was simply overwhelming.

In comparison, the 16-year-old Hajime Anze was really thin, small, and short (Hajime Anze: I'm taller because I'm darker). He also had a soft, white, tender, and cute face with big eyes and a small face. It was hard to tell whether he was a girl or a boy. His entire being was shrouded in the other party's shadow.

This posture …

He's not going to beat me up, is he?

Considering that the other party's strength could kill him with a slap as if he was swatting a mosquito, Hajime Anze had a serious sense of life-threatening danger.