"I want to avenge him." Xiao Ya raised her head and looked at him.

She knew that this person was her husband's boss. "I want to be a killer."

"You're just an ordinary person who doesn't even have the strength to truss a chicken." Chao Lin glanced at her. "If the Ah Dynasty was still alive, they wouldn't want you to be like this."

"Becoming an assassin is not only for the sake of avenging the Ah Dynasty, but also …"

She looked at him, her beautiful eyes full of pleading and sadness. "Will I be closer to the Ah Dynasty?"

"I know I'm stupid. I also know that the Ah Dynasty has always been unwilling to let me know what he does every day."

"I want to be closer to him."

She doesn't even know when she fell in love with this taciturn man. Is it because they shared sweet childhood memories?

Or was it that year when he extended his hand and said, "Let's go home"?

Or is it the meticulous and trivial warmth and concern that accompanied you day and night?]

[She didn't know either. She didn't know when this feeling started, but it went deeper and deeper. To think that the living could die.]

Just like that, Xiao Ya became an assassin, and as she continued to grow stronger, others found that she became more and more silent, more and more like the male lead.

Until …

She received a mission from Chao Lin's superiors, asking her to kill a traitor.

She went and saw a man who exuded an aura that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her. It was obvious that his face had been burned by fire. He looked ferocious and terrifying.

When she stabbed down, she noticed a pair of familiar eyes behind that ferocious face.

The Ah Dynasty?

She didn't want to believe it, so she caught a neighbor and questioned him. However, she heard that he floated along the river a few years ago. His face was burned and his body was covered in injuries. After he woke up, he lost his memory. He only remembered that he was married and that he and his wife loved sugar cakes.

Sugar cake, that was his favorite, and also her favorite. Similarly, it was also a memory that they shared.

The deepest love I have for you is that after we separated, I lived like you, as if you were always here and never left me, and we could grow old together.

It was just that the heavens were toying with people and did not allow the human world to grow old.

Xiao Ya smiled and lit a fire.

Hugging his still-cold skeleton, she smiled and said, "Let's go home."

Their reunion began in a fire that destroyed a family, and ended in a fire that they both left together.

When people put out the fire, they saw the two burnt corpses. The burnt color was like the dark bitterness of sugar melted in the fire.

"…" Tang Wule was speechless.

Tang Wu-le put down his book and walked over to the bed expressionlessly. Then, he lifted the blanket and the person onto the floor!

"Tang Wu-le, are you crazy?!"

"Hajime Anze, you motherf * cker. Will you die if you don't write a good ending?!"

What the f * ck was the abuse novel from before?

Right now, he felt like he had drunk 20 catties of sugar and then 20 catties of sugar melted into caramel. After the sweetness, it was so bitter that he wanted to flip out!

Hajime Anze was also very angry. He had been sitting in a carriage for the whole journey, and he was frightened by Tang Wu-le's Qinggong. Then, he did not have much rest to write his novel. Now that he was awakened from his dreams by Tang Wu-le, he just wanted to slap the bastard who was as noisy as a mosquito to death!

"Shut up!"

He roared. Tang Wu-le was stunned, probably because he had never been yelled at like this before. "If you have something to say, say it tomorrow."

"You!"

"Shut up and go to sleep!"

'Motherf * cker, I've never been yelled at like this in my entire life.' Tang Wule was infuriated. He pulled An Zeyi, who was lying on the ground and sleeping, out of the blanket. At the same time …

"Wu-le, why are you yelling so late at night?

Sorry to disturb you. "

As soon as he opened the door, he saw his brother tangling with someone on the ground. His clothes were in a mess. With his excellent eyesight, he could see that his skin was as fair and smooth as a peeled lychee.

It simply made people want to reach out and touch it. Wu Le, this brat, was blessed.

He was rolling on the ground. It was a fierce battle.

"Brother," Tang Wuxun looked at Tang Wu-le ambiguously. "Lower your voice. Everyone can hear you."

Aiya, I'm really the best brother in the Tang Dynasty.

"Huh?"

Tang Wule was disgusted by his brother's expression. He followed his brother's gaze and lowered his head to look. The little beauty under him had a rosy glow under the candlelight. Her skin was as white as snow, making her look even more like a beautiful woman.

Perhaps it was because he was too rough when he pulled the blanket away. His clothes loosened slightly, revealing his slender neck and collarbone. Tang Wule's face darkened when he connected the dots between the two of them.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" He propped himself up, but felt that the temperature under his palm was not right.

Throughout the journey, he had stayed with Hajime Anze. It could be said that he knew a little about him. For example, he was pretentious when it came to food. He also knew that his soft and delicate skin was so fair that any woman would be jealous of it. He also knew how cold it was to touch his skin.

Compared to other people, Hajime Anze's body temperature was as cold as jade. But now, it was hot.

"Are you having a fever?"

He touched his forehead. It was slightly higher than normal body temperature. This was nothing to a normal person, but to Hajime Anze, who was born with a low body temperature, it was a fever.

"Cold."

Hajime Anze mumbled in a daze. He pulled the blanket and moved towards a warm place, which was his arms.

This Young Master's reputation is completely gone.

Under his brother's ambiguous gaze, he gathered Hajime Anze's clothes, wrapped him up, and placed him on the bed.

After such a torment, no matter how sleepy or tired An Zeyi was, he woke up.

He was a little dizzy. His gaze fell on Tang Wu-le's face. "Beta Tauri?"

He was glared at.

"Young Master Tang?

Young Master Wu-le?? "

Tang Wu-le did not know what he was angry about. His expression was a little fierce. "Do you know that you're sick?"

Medicine and poison were closely related. Although he was not as proficient in medicine as the Huahua in the Thousand Flower Valley, he could still treat simple illnesses. Therefore, he could tell the cause of Hajime Anze's illness just by taking his pulse.

It was the exhaustion from the journey, the fright from the experience, and the cold from sleeping on the table. The accumulation of all these factors resulted in a cold that came like a landslide.

Hajime Anze blinked sluggishly. He looked at the angry Tang Wu-le and suddenly smiled.

Under the flickering of the hazy candlelight, his smile was gentle and tranquil, and his pair of clear and translucent eyes were sparkling like water. It actually seemed to carry a slightly affectionate and affectionate feeling.

Tang Wu-le blushed under such a gaze.

"I'm sorry," Hajime Anze said softly.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper.

I'm sorry. I thought too badly of you and was prejudiced against you. You're actually not as bad as I thought.

Well, it's still pretty bad.

Hajime Anze lowered his eyes. Looking at the ancients from a modern perspective, this only shows that he was too arrogant.

The ancients had three wives and four concubines. Modern people required monogamy. The ancients had imperial power. Modern people controlled my own life. Ancient people viewed life as nothing. Modern people killed people.

The only thing he could do was not go with the flow. He could only be himself.

"Oh, you're sick. Have a good rest."

Tang Wule was used to seeing An Zeyi's angry face. When he saw that An Zeyi was weak and easy to bully, and that An Zeyi was apologizing to him gently, he softened his tone.

Anze pulled him back and looked at him with watery eyes that resembled a peeled lychee. Just as Tang Wule felt that his self-control, which he had always been proud of, was about to be fed to Tian Ce, this ancestor opened his mouth and said, "Please, help me send the manuscript."

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll help you."

And so, Tang Wu-le pushed the task of brewing the medicine to his brother, Tang Wuxun. (Tang Wuxun: Is this my future sister-in-law?)

He took the manuscript and went to send it. After he sent it, the cold wind blew and he finally came back to his senses. "F * ck!"

What happened to giving the manuscript to Little Sister Xiao Wan as soon as possible?

To hell with this old man. Was he blinded by lust?

Also, Hajime Anze, how dare you use your beauty to trick me!

Ann didn't have that consciousness at all. She was so slow that she was at her grandma's house. Ze Yi wrapped himself in the blanket and turned over. He slept soundly.

Katō Haru's new work, "Sugar Bathed in Fire", was out!

Tang Xiaowan: "Wuwuwu, I'm so touched QAQ."

Tang Xiaowan's brother, Tang Wuyan + Tang Xiaowan's cousin, Tang Wu-le: "…"

Tang Wuyan: Emmmm, it's really touching.

Tang Wu-le: If Hajime Anze wasn't sick, he would have dug him out to change the ending!

Tang Ziyi: "Wuwuwu, we Tangmen actually have such an affectionate man. I'm so touched QAQ."

Tang Ziyi's brother, Tang Wuying + his cousin, Tang Wuxun, who was devastated by the sound of crying: "…"

Tang Wuying: Could Hajime Anze really be based on Tangmen?

Tang Wuxun: I don't know if Tangmen have such a thing, but what's so good about being affectionate? It's better to wander among the flowers.

Old Madam Tang: "Your great-grandfather was also such a good man of few words back then. Wuwuwu, Zhongshu, why did you leave me so early?

QAQ”

Tangmen's leader + Fourth Elder: "…"

Why was the Old Madam crying too?!

Compared to the women in the family who were crying, the biggest problem that Tangmen encountered after the publication of "Sugar Bath in Fire" was that spring had come for all the bachelors in the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone knew that assassins made people tremble in fear, but at the same time, it was accompanied by fear and resistance. This was why most of the men in the Tang Sect could only rely on their internal organs. However, the reality was that there were more men than women, and more monks than porridge. This also caused the number of older single men to increase day by day.

However, ever since the publication of "Sugar Bath in Fire", the Tangmen could clearly find that they were favored by many women when they went out on missions. They were even more popular than Master Cangjian who was covered in gold, silver, and jade, and Chunyang Taoist who was only handsome except for his wool.

In just a month, several couples had already left singlehood, and the marital status had reached a record high.

Incidentally, the quiet and ordinary-looking men of the Tang Sect, who no one cared about in the past, were now the most sought-after and popular.

Most of the assassin organizations were silent and ordinary-looking. Looking at his subordinates who had successfully left singlehood, Wu-le, the leader of the Tang Assassin Organization, was speechless.

Why is it that I am so handsome and good at flirting with girls, but not a single girl is interested in me?

Shouldn't it be the girls who take the initiative to throw themselves at me?

Although I have such high standards, I definitely won't be interested in them, but not being interested in them and not being interested in them are two different concepts, okay?

Tang Xiaowan: "Because you're not silent enough, brother."

Tang Ziyi: "Because you're not honest enough, Wu-le."

Tang Wuyan: "Brother, to be honest, the most popular person now is Xie Wuchao (the male lead of" Sugar Life "), who is silent but considerate, honest, reliable, and unrepentant. And you … are the complete opposite."

Tang Wu-le, who was known for being arrogant, domineering, and tyrannical, said with a dark face, "I'll go look for Hajime Anze now."