Chapter 171 As soon as possible (1/3)

On the way home, the noisy crowds were left far behind.

The world suddenly fell silent.

All that remained was the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow and a few barks from a distant house.

Yan Yu was still holding the candied hawthorn skewer with only a few pieces left.

Ruan Tang's hands were tucked into the pockets of his large military coat, and he protected her from the wind, keeping her warm all over.

The scene at the market just now was still lingering in her mind.

An Sanchuan, thorough.

One of them looked extremely unwilling, as if an invisible noose was around his neck.

The other one, however, was so excited that his eyes lit up, like a drowning person grabbing onto a lifeline.

The two of them together look really strange.

"Brother, what do you think they can do together?" Ruan Tang asked quietly in her heart.

Yan Yu's gaze fell on the snow in the distance, which was dyed golden and red by the setting sun. His voice rang directly in her mind, without a trace of warmth.

[Exchange items. Or, follow my instructions.]

[But Zhou Quan didn't seem like a bad person.] Ruan Tang recalled Zhou Quan's respectful yet somewhat fanatical demeanor.

Yan Yu did not reply using his mental power.

He simply tightened his grip on her hand.

That force carried an undeniable dominance.

Those with different stances are enemies.

This is a law etched into his very bones, a law of the end times, which needs no explanation.

Ruan Tang understood instantly.

What matters is not what kind of person Zhou Quan is, but what he did that put him on the opposite side.

She said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

The two walked quietly, and just as they were about to reach their doorstep, Yan Yu suddenly stopped.

He turned around, and his tall shadow instantly enveloped Ruan Tang completely.

He lowered his eyes and held the lonely string of candied hawthorns in his hand to her lips again.

Ruan Tang subconsciously opened her small mouth and bit off a piece with a "snap".

The cool, sweet and sour juice bursts in your mouth.

Before she could even take a second bite, she watched helplessly as Yan Yu also lowered his head.

Without bias, he bit off the one right next to the one she had just bitten.

Ruan Tang: "..."

A burst of heat shot up from the base of my neck to the top of my head.

Her cheeks felt like they were burning.

This guy's got a problem!

It's just a candied hawthorn stick, why do we have to share it bite by bite?

Her cheeks puffed out, and she glared at him angrily.

Yan Yu, however, seemed oblivious to her slightly agitated temper, and calmly popped the last hawthorn into his mouth.

Then, he casually stuck the bare bamboo skewer into a snowdrift by the roadside.