When Anze woke up, he only felt that he was swaying, which made him want to go back to sleep.

Wait, a car?

"Yo, you're awake?"

A nightmarish voice sounded from beside him. Hajime Anze sat up abruptly. "How long have I been asleep?"

He looked at the person and was slightly stunned.

The man sitting next to him was very young, looking to be in his twenties. He was very handsome, with exquisite and deep facial features, especially his long and narrow red phoenix eyes. His black eyes had a deep blue color, but in An Zeyi's eyes, whether it was his eyes or his expression, they were full of viciousness and annoyance that made him want to beat him up.

He had the temperament of a typical spoiled brat.

Tsk tsk, what a beauty.

While Hajime Anze was sizing up Tang Wu-le, he was also looking at Hajime Anze.

When Hajime Anze woke up, he felt that the young man's face with his eyes closed was so exquisite and beautiful that it was rare to see him. His facial features were soft and beautiful, and there was a rare elegance and mystery to him. When he opened his eyes, Tang Wu-le felt that he had a pair of seductive eyes.

Those eyes were so clear that it was as if they had never been tainted by the world. They were so bright that it was as if all the light in the world was contained within them. When he looked at him now, his gaze was calm and gentle. It made him feel like he was just looking into his eyes, and he was willing to do anything he asked of him.

If this young man had fallen into Kang Xuezhu's hands, he would have been dissected into nothing.

No, it should be said that if this young man hadn't been living in seclusion, he would have been eaten by others.

Because …

Just looking at him made him want to bully him until he cried.

"Four hours."

He supported his chin with one hand. "What's wrong? Are you stunned by how handsome and talented I am?"

Oh, he was a narcissist.

"I want to go back." Hajime Anze was a little angry, but he didn't show it on his face.

"No."

"You, you, you, how can you just casually arrest people?"

Hajime Anze wanted to say that there were no laws, but on second thought, he realized that no one in Jianghu would abide by the law. Even if he said that, he would only be laughed at by the other party, so he did not say it.

"No."

"Don't you just want me to write more every day?

As for … "Hajime Anze calculated the time in his mind and felt a little anxious.

"I've changed my mind."

Tang Wu-le changed his posture. "Instead of waiting for you to finish writing and hand the book over to the bookstore, why don't I bring you to my house?"

Wouldn't it be better to be the first to see it?

Hajime Anze was a little anxious. Tang Wu-le tilted his head and said, "That house of yours is so poor. What do you need that you have to go back to?"

"But the draft for 'Only Ordinary Path', the follow-up to 'A Sudden Dream' and 'If Only We Met at First Time', has to be handed over to the bookstore owner today!" Hajime Anze said after some hesitation.

Oh, follow-up? What?

"What did you say?"

"You wrote 'A Sudden Dream' as well?!"

"You're Crows Singing At Night?!" Tang Wu-le asked the fourth question with a dumbfounded expression. "Aren't you Katō Haru?"

"I used two pen names to write novels."

Hajime Anze was a little surprised by Tang Wu-le's reaction. "Don't tell me you like the novels I wrote using 'Crows Singing At Night'?"

"No." It's not him, it's Wu Yan.

Tang Wuyan, one of the Four Young Masters of the Tangmen, the son of Tang Aotian. He's a mild-mannered guy who doesn't like to fight for power.

He likes to go on excursions with his friends, recite poems, drink wine and listen to orders.

Oh, ever since Tang Wuyan read the first book of 'Crows Singing At Night' 3 years ago, he became a loyal reader of 'Crows Singing At Night'. Every time a new book is released, he would buy 3 copies, one for his own reading, one for lending to others, and one for his collection.

That's not all. Not only does he read it for himself, he would also recommend it to other people.

He's one of the people who recommended it.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Tang Wuyan is also a loyal reader of 'Katō Haru'.

"What do you want?" Tang Wu-le pressed down on Hajime Anze who wanted to leave.

Tsk, if Wu Yan knew that 'Crows Singing At Night' and 'Katō Haru' are the same person and that they're coming to Tangmen soon, wouldn't he be overjoyed?

He might even rush back to Tangmen from Seven Refined Lane.

"Of course, I'm going to give the book to the bookstore owner."

Hajime Anze struggled but he felt like the hand on his waist was like a rock, he couldn't move it no matter how hard he tried.

"It's too late for you to go back now. How about I get someone to go in your place?"

Tangmen is a family-run sect, almost all of its members are assassins.

As assassins, their lives were actually very boring. In addition to the cruel training and missions, they would also play with Panda Gungun in their spare time. Those who were in love would accompany their loved ones, and those who had family members would accompany their family members. They didn't even dare to drink too much when they went out to drink.

That's why, whether it's' Katō Haru 'or' Crows Singing At Night ', they're very popular among Tangmen.

Well, you can tell just by looking at the shining eyes of the young man who received the order.

"Is there anything else?" Tang Wu-le asked generously when he noticed the young man's hesitant expression.

An Zeyi pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Then, can I trouble this hero to help me bring the teapot over?

It's in the cabinet in the kitchen. "

If the person who kidnapped him went back, Hajime Anze could confidently say it out loud. However, if it was someone else, he would feel a little embarrassed when he thought about how the other party was also following orders.

Tang Wu-le was stunned, "I thought you were going to say something else. It's just a tea jar, do you have to carry it with you?"

"If I go out, I have to carry the tea jar with me.

I don't drink outside tea, "Hajime Anze said softly," I can earn more money if I don't have it, but if I don't have the tea, what will I drink? "

It's just tea, it's just a small matter. Tang Wu-le didn't say anything and readily agreed.

However, after the young man left, he looked at Hajime Anze and felt that something was wrong.

Was he kidnapped by him?

G!

Did he have to be so calm?

"If I get angry, will you send me back?"

"No."

"So," Hajime Anze, who was a little cold in his underwear, wrapped himself with a small blanket in the car.

Oh, warm, "Why would I make life difficult for myself?"

"Think about it from another perspective. Just treat it as if you don't need me to pay for your trip."

Hajime Anze lay down again and turned his back to Tang Wu-le, "I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up when it's time to eat."

Tang Wu-le opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared fiercely at Hajime Anze's back and finally reached out to pull him out, "You're so comfortable.

Hey, what's your name? "

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking for someone's name?

Let go! "Hey, hey, hey, you're grabbing my collar. I only have this undergarment on …

"Rip."

"…"

"You bastard!"

A few seconds later, Tang Wu-le was blasted out of the carriage by Hajime Anze, who was in a mini universe. He sat in the driver's seat.

His entire face was buried in the collar, and under the shadow, he looked extremely gloomy. At the same time, he scolded whoever stared at him.

No, didn't she just accidentally tear his clothes from the back?

Was it necessary?

She was so weak, yet she wanted to punch him. She deserved to be pressed to the ground.

Tang Wu-le tried his best to ignore the redness of the other party's snow-white skin when it was rubbed against the coarse carpet on the floor of the carriage. It was so erotic that it made people want to continue making more peach blossoms on his body.

They were all men. Their body parts were all the same. The clothes they were wearing were even his clothes. Who would want to look at them?

She thought about how she had been chased out by the other party with the excuse of changing clothes.

He lowered his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on his hands. It seemed that there was still the lingering softness of the youth's skin.

The rustling sound in the carriage disappeared. He was probably done changing. Tang Wu-le glanced at his trembling subordinate and snorted lightly. He lifted the curtain and was stunned for a moment. Then, he quickly went in and asked, "Why are you still not done?"

"Your clothes are too big."

Hajime Anze, who was still struggling with the belt, frowned. He was 174cm tall, but he was born with narrow shoulders, a thin waist, and a small frame. Tang Wu-le's clothes were so loose on him that it was as if he would fall out of the clothes at any moment.

In fact, it was true.

Seeing how Hajime Anze's clothes fell off his shoulders just as he was about to fix the belt, Tang Wu-le was speechless. He pulled the other party back. Hajime Anze quickly used his hands to support himself. It was so close that he almost fell onto the other party.

"You!"

"What about me? How old am I? I'm so clumsy. I can't even wear clothes properly." Tang Wu-le said righteously. He did not admit that it was because of the size of the clothes.

Hajime Anze: So angry!

"My name is Beta Tauri." When they reached Tangmen, he would naturally know his name. "What's your name?"

"Tang, Er?"

Tang Wu-le looked at Hajime Anze's subtle expression when he heard this name. It made him want to beat him up. "Family number two?"

Hmm???

"Even if it's a fake name, it's human nature to choose a fake name that is related to oneself."

Otherwise, if he had chosen a fake name, half the people on the street would turn around and not react. That would be a problem. "But can't you be more careful when choosing a fake name?"

It sounded like he was especially stupid. That was why he was called Beta Tauri.

"Tang Wu-le."

"My name is Hajime Anze.

Is it 'Le' as in benevolent and charitable? "

Tang Wu-le raised his head and glanced at him.

Hajime Anze was a little confused. "Could it be that you're reining in the horse at the edge of the cliff?"

"No, it's' Le 'as in merry." Tang Wu-le adjusted his collar. "But the word that most people would think of is' seeking pleasure and making merry '."

"Seeking pleasure and making merry?

Don't tell me you have a brother named Wu Huan? "Hajime Anze casually complained.

No, he had a brother named Wu Xun. One was seeking pleasure, and the other was joy. Emmmm, two names in one idiom. His father was a little too casual in naming his son.

Tang Wu-le also slipped away, but his gaze stopped at the young man's neck.

On a thin silver chain, there was an exquisite silver buckle inlaid with silver and inlaid with jade.

The exquisite jade buckle was snow-white and flawless, sparkling and translucent. There were three layers inside, and each layer was thin and matched with the other. They were engraved with images of clouds, cranes, and characters. The silver was embellished with grain-sized emerald crystals. It was gorgeous and exquisite, shining in all directions.

Just by looking at this exquisite buckle, one could tell that Hajime Anze's family background was not simple.

He leaned over slightly and saw that the engraved words were Zhuangzi's' Wandering the Carefree '.

"This exquisite buckle, it's … eh?"

Hajime Anze saw him easily unlocking the mechanism on the exquisite buckle and opening it. Ever since Hajime Anze woke up and realized that he had never seen this exquisite buckle before in his previous life, he inexplicably knew how to open it. However, those who did not know how to unlock it would not be able to do it so easily.

Who exactly was Tang Wu-le?

Inside the exquisite buckle, there was a ring.

The ring looked like it was made of the same jade as the exquisite buckle. It shone with an aloof luster in front of the young man's chest. It was obvious that they were made of the same piece of jade.

"Don't move," Hajime Anze held the exquisite buckle and moved his fingertips slightly. Once again, it returned to its original state.

Tang Wu-le raised his eyebrows and memorized this scene in his heart. Then, he continued to help him fasten the belt.

Had this little brat never eaten his fill before?

His waist was too thin!