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15. Do you want a wife or not?(1/2)

Just one morning.

Lin Shanbai watched with helpless eyes as Anle's sword skills changed from rough to silky and smooth.

Even though he didn't say anything, he was still shocked in his heart.

I got another day off today.

I went to the village to meet an acquaintance for a drink.

Lin Shanbai doesn't have many hobbies, that is, a good drink of wine. Before, he wanted to have two drinks with Anle.

It's a pity that Anle has always been insensitive to drinks.

It will paralyze the nerves and cause permanent damage. What if someone wants to harm him when he is drunk?

Anle couldn't let himself fall into that defenseless state.

Therefore, he decisively refused.

The old Orion didn't force it, he just said: "You are still young, in the future... you will understand the beauty of this thing."

He went to meet a drinking buddy for a drink.

An Le has nothing to do, and is ready to take some time to relax in the village.

Ease the complicated emotions of killing someone in the game.

By the way, let's see if anyone has found the chopped tree.

Now.

When meeting the villagers in the village, Anle is no longer as overly cautious as he was at the beginning.

Say hello and say a few words.

My heart will not beat wildly and my palms will be covered in cold sweat.

Anle realized that he had become stronger after working hard in the deduction for so long!

A body full of blood, various entries and skills such as [Jianghu Swordsmanship] and [Spiritual Power Slash], as well as the experience of killing people.

Ordinary villagers are not their opponents.

Strength is confidence.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry too much.

To be honest, most of the villagers in this closed Chenjia Village are quite friendly.

Only a few people have evil intentions and are not good people.

Because of Lin Shanbai, Anle became familiar with many villagers.

Plus he looks good.

Over time, Anle's popularity in the village actually improved.

Many villagers would take the initiative to say hello when they saw him.

The most outrageous thing was when Anle walked to the corner of an intersection.

Another matchmaker named Mrs. Chen with a mole on the corner of her mouth came up to her.

She smiled and asked: "Boy from the An family, do you want a wife or not?"

"Is there any girl you like in the village? If there is someone you like, tell Auntie at any time and she will help you organize it!"

Anle: "..."

I'm only fifteen years old!

Still a child.

Then I thought about it, in this village where the average life expectancy is generally low.

It is quite normal to start a family at the age of 15.

There are many girls who get married at the age of 13!

But how can Anle think about this matter now?

Whether he can survive this month is a question.

So she declined politely: "I haven't thought about that yet, so I won't bother you."

"You kid, a man should start a family as early as possible!"

"Do you look down on other girls? Madam, I know several pretty widows..."

When she opens her mouth, it's like a machine gun.

Can't stop.

An Le never expected it.

I've traveled through time, and yet I'm still being forced to get married?

He opened his legs and quickly quickened his pace before throwing Aunt Chen away.

Walking to a secluded corner, Anle breathed a sigh of relief and sighed at the lethality of middle-aged and elderly women.

Dealing with her is more tiring than practicing swordplay all morning!

At this time, a faint female voice suddenly came from behind.

"Are you... An Le?"

A young woman just walked out of the door, holding a urinal in her hand, and looked at him in surprise.

The woman is not very old, but she is obviously a married woman.

Although she is only above average in appearance, her figure is graceful, her breasts are firm and her slender waist outlines the charm of a mature woman.

Even though he is wearing rough linen clothes, he is still eye-catching.

"Do I know her?"

Anle was a little confused. He felt that the young woman in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

"Why do you have time to come to my place today?"

The young woman carried the urinal to the edge of the vegetable patch in the yard and splashed it skillfully while talking.

There is a reason why the vegetables in the fields stand tall and lush.

Anle was used to smelling this natural and wild scent, so she didn't find it objectionable.

It's just strange. Are the original owner and this woman... very familiar?

The young woman placed the urinal next to the door, washed the handle with water and walked to Anle's side. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said resentfully.

"You don't recognize me?"

"My man used to have a good relationship with your father. I even hugged you when you were a child!"

After blinking, Anle really remembered sporadic memories.

This young woman, whose surname is Chen Mingjiao, is also called Jiao Niang by the villagers.

She is a widow, her husband has been dead for more than three years.

Moreover, Anle suddenly remembered that wasn't she one of the young women who teased him by the river yesterday?

"hiss……"

A bad premonition arose in his heart, and Anle replied bravely.

"How could I not recognize Aunt Jiao?"

"Just recognize it."

Chen Jiao smiled and looked Anle up and down.

Although this boy is not very old, his arms are strong and his shoulders are about the same width as an adult.

The arm muscles are smooth and obvious, strong and strong.

The body that is still developing is full of vigor and vitality, like the rising sun.

Not to mention that handsome face, just looking at it makes people want to get close to her.

'So handsome...'

The widow's pretty face turned red, she admired secretly, and said softly.

"Just call me Jiaojie."

"In a blink of an eye, you are now so big. You are already an adult."

No, I'm still a child!

Anle was worried, afraid that Chen Jiao would make such a request.

Being too good-looking can also cause trouble.
To be continued...
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