Wu Xuanye stood on the street and looked at the scene in front of him. Compared with the silence of Gu Palace, this bustling market was too noisy, which made him uncomfortable.
Jun Limo said: "You go for a walk, just wait for me in front of the city gate before dark."
Wu Xuanye asked: "Aren't you going to send someone to follow you?"
"It's not necessary."
Jun Limo looked at him with a heavy gaze: "Southern Xinjiang does not need the Gu King and the Holy Son to protect it. I will take on the responsibility of protecting Southern Xinjiang."
Wu Xuanye nodded and looked at him with a somewhat pleased look.
Jun Limo took out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to him and said, "Buy whatever you want."
Wu Xuanye took the banknote, looked at it and asked, "Is this also silver?"
Jun Limo smiled and said: "It seems that the Holy Son needs to slowly adapt to mortal life. I'm going to see A Lanyi. If you don't understand anything, just ask Miss Wen."
After saying these words, he lowered the curtain and asked the coachman to drive away.
Wu Xuanye took the banknote he gave him and turned around to ask Wen Qian, "How much can I buy with this?"
Wen Qian took his arm and said, "Just go and try it and you will know."
She took Wu Xuanye and blended into the crowd. The two of them walked around and bought things they liked.
When passing by a clothing store, Wen Qian took Wu Xuanye inside.
The clothes Wu Xuanye wore were still the same as those from decades ago and were already out of date.
The Holy Son of the Witch Clan only wears white, and Wen Qian has never seen him wearing any other color.
She picked and picked, and finally chose a lake blue brocade robe for Wu Xuanye, and urged: "Go and put it on quickly."
Wu Xuanye couldn't resist her, so he went to the changing room and put on the clothes Wen Qian chose for him.
After changing her clothes, Wen Qian looked at Wu Xuanye, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.
Wu Xuanye was handsome, and the lake blue made his skin like jade even more beautiful, making him extremely handsome.
The aura about him is even more extraordinary.
Even the waiter was stunned, as if he had never seen such an elegant and noble man.
Wen Qian walked over and straightened the skirt of his clothes. This clothes was different from what he usually wore. It was a low-cut brocade coat.
While arranging her clothes, Wen Qian inadvertently saw the faint red marks hidden under her clothes, which were obviously scars.
She was stunned for a moment, then opened his collar.
This time, she was so frightened that her expression changed.
Under the clothes, there were slender scars everywhere, criss-crossing them.
Wen Qian's eyes widened, and she gently touched the scars with her hands and asked tremblingly: "How did you do this?"
Wu Xuanye was startled and quickly held her hand, pulled his collar and said, "I scratched it accidentally."
"You lied to me."
Wen Qian said with tears in her eyes: "This is obviously a scar left by a whip. You are a holy son, how could you have such a wound on your body?"
After a pause, she came to her senses, looked at Wu Xuanye and said, "Is it because I'm wrong? They... they tortured you?"
She should have thought long ago that releasing the Saint without permission was a capital crime. Even if Wu Xuanye could escape death as the Son of the Saint, the rules of the Witch clan would kill him.
Wen Qian didn't dare to think about what happened to Wu Xuanye after she left?
She couldn't help but looked at Wu Xuanye with tears streaming down her face and said, "What else are you hiding from me?"
Wu Xuanye said: "It's all over, and none of us should mention it anymore."
He held her hand with gentle eyes: "Qianqian, it is God's gift to me that I can see you again."
Wen Qian's heart feels so blocked, what kind of gift?
If God was truly affectionate, he would not let them be separated for so long.
She thought that after leaving, she was the only one who experienced pain and nightmares