Chapter 87

"Giggle..."

On the bow of the boat, it was filled with A'Zhu's silver bell-like laughter.

Wang Yuyan flickered her bright eyes, very dissatisfied with A'Zhu using Su Chen to tease her.

"Hmph."

"If you really understood Mr. Su, you wouldn't be so superficial."

"This 'Snowy Blades' can be given to you to read."

Wang Yuyan thought about it and planned to give the masterpiece in her heart to A'Zhu.

She believed that after A'Zhu read "Snowy Blades," she would definitely admire Su Chen with her.

A'Zhu looked at the "Snowy Blades" fiction handed over by Wang Yuyan and shook her head: "Doesn't Cousin Miss like this fiction very much? I don't want to take what others love."

"You don't understand this."

"People who love books meet books they truly like and should buy three sets."

"One set for collection, one set for reading, and one set for gifting to others."

"This set is for gifting, so take it with peace of mind."

Wang Yuyan said very expertly.

It was the first time A'Zhu heard this theory, and she laughed: "Since that's the case, I'll accept it."

It just so happened that there was nothing to do on the boat for this day and night.

She also wanted to understand well what kind of story "Snowy Blades" was and what kind of person Su Chen was.

Although she didn't think in her heart that Su Chen was as excellent as Wang Yuyan said.

The reason was simple.

Her young master was Gusu Gusu Murong Fu.

This most famous heaven-favored child of the Great Song Jianghu.

Young and took over the Gusu Murong family, deep cultivation, superb sword skills, handsome appearance, and extraordinary conversation.

Even if Su Chen was outstanding among his peers.

How could he compare to Gusu Gusu Murong Fu?

"I hope Cousin Miss won't be too disappointed then."

A'Zhu looked at Wang Yuyan, who had a face full of joy, and muttered secretly in her heart.

Time passed in a hurry.

Five days had passed since Su Chen last told stories.

In Seven Heroes Town, strange faces could be seen everywhere, wearing clothes of different styles, gathering in one direction.

A small town, noisy with voices, just like the Great Capital.

And more and more people were pouring into the city from outside.

In front of the West City Gate.

A small green sedan stopped.

A young girl in black walked out, her eyebrows curved, very charming and lovely.