The next day.

In the early morning, the bright sunlight shone down, and An Buxiu stood in the courtyard.

Looking up at the sun, put five fingers on my face, and looked at the bright red sun through the gaps of my fingers.

"It's another day. When will my charm that has nowhere to rest end?" An Buxiu couldn't help but sighed deeply, feeling extremely moved.

...

I got my father's words last night, which made Dean Buxiu understand that the marriage and the marriage with Hu Miaomiao were arranged by his mother.

He didn't say much and left the secret room.

Mother, a vague figure that only exists in the memory of five years old, left a fierce mark in An Buxiu's memory.

Even if... he forgot how his mother looked like?

But... he respects his mother very much.

If the marriage was arranged by his father? He could still refuse, but his mother?

He could only leave silently.

But his silence does not mean that he will compromise.

Of course, he had to make decisions on his own marriage. His father could not arrange his marriage, and his mother could not.

...

An Buxiu had already made up his mind to avoid marriage, and it was only in the past few days.

Marriage events, matchmakers’ words, parents’ orders, all the goddamn it!

He is destined to show off his own marriage? Of course, he also has to make his own decisions.

...

"Little Yanzi!" An Buxiu stretched out, moved her muscles and bones, and bathed in the sun, shouted.

"Young Master!"

When An Yan heard An Buxiu call him, he came to him as fast as possible, standing with his back straight.

It looks extremely energetic.

"Um!"

An Buxiu nodded slightly and said slowly: "Little Yanzi, I will be in seclusion from today on my way to practice. Someone comes to me, but I will never see you. Do you understand?"

"this……"

When An Yan heard An Buxiu's words, he was stunned and looked at An Buxiu in horror.

"Is this really the young master in my impression?" An Yan murmured in extreme horror.

Because, the young master has never been in seclusion, let alone practice.

After coming over for a while, An Yan gradually came to his senses, still a little shocked, and said weakly: "Young Master, are you serious?"

"What? Does this young master sound fake?" An Buxiu couldn't help but frown.

Isn’t he just going to retreat? Is he practicing? Why does this “Little Yanzi” look surprised?

He looked disbelief. Could it be that An Buxiu's words are so suspicious and don't believe it?

...

"No, no..."

An Yan quickly shook his head and waved his hand and explained: "I have been with the young master for so many years, and I have never seen the young master practice, let alone practice in seclusion."

"So, now the young master said he wanted to go into seclusion, I really can't believe it!"

At the end of the day, I couldn't help but smile and touch my head, a little embarrassed.

"This... seems..."

When An Buxiu heard An Yan's words, she was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed as he said.

I have indeed never practiced, let alone went into seclusion.

He has the strength of a powerful man of the rank of honor, and he is all obtained through playing and sleeping.

Cultivation?

It does not exist.

Can a person as outstanding as him still need to practice? There is no need at all.

Are they all about strength, realm, etc., coming to the door? Are they delivered to the door?

There is no need to work hard at all, all he has to do is waste and waste.

...

This is the legendary treatment of the sons of the mainland. They are as outstanding as the wind, and they always accompany me, their realm and strength. They all come to me by themselves.

It is difficult to be excellent or not, it is difficult to improve one's strength or ordinary.

In short, in a word, it's too difficult.

...

"Just just inform me. Anyway, from today on, I will go into seclusion and practice, and make up for all the wasted years and time I wasted."

"Time is worth every inch, and it is hard to buy time. This young master is tired of the wasted life. From now on, he has to change his mind and become a new person."

"Practice well and become a powerful person as soon as possible. Standing on the top of this continent, proudly the sky, dance the world, and show off the continent alone." An Buxiu, carrying his hands on his back, looked up at the sky thirty-six degrees, and said with a firm and solemn expression on his face.

The tone is full of firmness, giving people a solemn aura of looking at death.

"Young Master..."

An Yan looked at the young master at this time and couldn't help but be infected by him, and tears of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Master, it has changed.

He has become sensible. Such a young master is so handsome! He... is about to fall.

"Little Yanzi, I know what you want to say?"

"Do you want to say, Master, are you so handsome?" An Buxiu still carried his hands on her back, looking up at the sky thirty-six degrees, interrupting An Yan's words, and said slowly.

"Well! Master, you are so smart. That's what I want to say."

An Yan looked at An Buxiu with admiration, and the young master was worthy of being the young master.

So excellent and smart.

"Well, you go down! I already know. I am going to start practicing." An Buxiu nodded slightly, waved his hand, and issued the order to expel guests.

"Okay, young master." An Yan did not hesitate at all. The young master rarely wanted to practice hard.

How could he disturb him? So, he left the yard as soon as possible.

Looking at An Yan's back as he left, An Buxiu then withdrew his thirty-six degrees of looking up and murmured: "I hope Xiao Yanzi can stop me from "trouble"."

Retreatment is fake.

Cultivation is also fake.

Everything is fake.

It's true that I don't want to see people.

As for whom do not want to meet? Of course, it was the fiancée who was inexplicably born yesterday!

Apart from hiding from her? Who can he hide from?

Now hide from her first, and when the time is right, he will run away from home.

Go around the mainland and show off all over the mainland.

As for now...

...

"ah……"

An Buxiu stretched and yawned: "Go to have a nap first!"

After saying that, he took a step and left the yard and headed towards the room.

Time is a scrupulous little goblin, and the best way to spend time is to sleep.

As for cultivation?

This is impossible to practice, and it is impossible to practice in your entire life.

If you have time to practice, it is better to sleep. Anyway, slept is also a kind of cultivation.

He doesn't know whether he is An Buxiu, but he is indeed a kind of practice when sleeping.

Maybe...this is the treatment of the son of the mainland!

...

“Huhu…”

...

Just when An Buxiu was sleeping soundly, not... it should be when An Buxiu was in seclusion and practiced.

Hu Miaomiao came here, but was stopped by An Yan outside the yard.

"Young Master, go to seclusion and practice, and the idle person stops!"
Chapter completed!