"Thank you... Thank you for saving my life." Morris looked at Huang and asked Xie, then slowly got up, patted the snow and mud on his body, and slowly calmed down.

    "Ding! Mission: save Morris''s life and reward FanJie props for a lucky draw!" the prompt tone of the system told Huang Wen that Morris was out of danger.

    "Hiss! Hiss!" just then the horse named Philip ran back and stopped beside Morris.

    "You didn''t know to save me when you came back!" Morris patted Philip''s head angrily and asked Huang again. "Thank you very much. My life-saving benefactor, my name is Morris. If you don''t mind, can I invite you to my house? By the way, I don''t know your name..."

    Huang Wen raised his eyebrows. He knew what Morris meant. He was worried about any danger later and wanted Huang Wen to protect his safety.

    "It''s no problem, but the environment here is a little strange. Let''s go another way." Huang asked with a smile and nodded. "My name is Huang asked."

    "Huang? Asked?" Morris read out the name that was a bit awkward for him, then squatted down and looked for the item he had just dropped. It was a delicate metal windmill, which contained his memories of his wife.

    "Mr. Huang Wen, you get on the horse and I can walk." when he packed his most important things, Morris stood up, looked at Huang Wen and said with a smile.

    "No, Morris, just ride a horse. My legs and feet are fast." Huang asked with a smile and refused Morris, "come on, we should leave..."

    Huang Wen and Morris returned along the way they came. Before leaving, Huang Wen took a deep look at a place, and then turned to leave. There was a huge shadow where Huang Wen looked, and there seemed to be a look hidden there.

    "Mr. Huang asked, where are you from?" on the way, Morris chatted with Huang.

    "Just call me Huang Wen. I''m Chinese and now I live in the United States." Huang Wen said with a smile.

    "America? It''s a little far away. I heard it''s very prosperous..." Morris asked in some doubt, "do people there take four-wheel carriages?"

    "Yes," Huang asked with a smile and nodded. "Morris, where you live, don''t you contact the outside world?"

    "Contact! Why not? I often go to the market jointly organized by the nearby village to buy things!" Morris asked with a strange look at Huang, and then said with some regret, "it''s a pity that all the things I bought fell this time, otherwise I can give you something to express my gratitude... Hmm? No! Roses! Roses that Belle wants!"

    Morris raised his head and looked at the sunny weather after sunrise. It seemed that he had forgotten what he had experienced in the night before, and a piece of rose he had seen before flashed before his eyes.

    "Mr. Huang Wen, the first house in the village ahead is my home. I still have something to leave. My daughter is at home..." Morris pointed to the direction of his home and handed the exquisite windmill in his hand to Huang Wen. "You said you came to my house as a guest. With this windmill, Belle will let you in."

    "Ah?" Huang asked, blinking, subconsciously took over the windmill, as if he thought of something. Before he could say anything, he saw Morris driving his horse back to the previous direction again.

    "Beauty and beast?" a thought flashed through Huang''s mind. "Roses, Belle, and guys almost as tall as hawk in the shadow... Well, go and see Belle first, and you''ll know if it''s right."

    Huang Wen looked at the village in the distance, directly flashed, disappeared in place and came to the outside of the village. Huang Wen saw a woman with the same appearance as Hermione, and a man was pestering her around her.

    "It''s really beauty and beast..." Huang asked. Looking at Belle''s appearance, an idea flashed in his mind and walked in Belle''s direction.

    "I just want to teach the child to read, Gaston..." Belle was stopped by Gaston at her door and said with a slight frown.

    "You should think more about your children, our children..." Gaston pointed to Belle and said to himself.

    "I... haven''t made this plan yet!" Belle looked at Gaston with disgust on her face, then avoided Gaston and walked towards the yard.

    "You just didn''t meet the right one!" Gaston came forward, straightened his chest and made it clear that he was the right one.

    "Gaston, this village is very small. I know all the men here." Belle also resolutely refused Gaston, "no one will be reborn. I know what kind of person you are!"

    "Belle, do you know what happens to the old girls in the village without their father? They can only beg in the village. This is the reality. There is nothing to choose from in the remote areas!" Gaston narrowed his eyes slightly and threatened to grab Belle''s skirt.

    "Sir, if your hand moves forward an inch, I can''t guarantee that it can still be on your wrist." Huang asked. At this time, he came over and looked at Gaston and said faintly.

    "Hmm?" Belle and Gaston looked at Huang at the same time. When Belle saw the exquisite windmill in Huang Wen''s hand, Belle''s face changed. She hurried to Huang Wen''s side and looked at the windmill in Huang Wen''s hand. "Where''s my father? Is he okay?"

    "It should be all right. He forgot to bring you roses, so he went back again." Huang asked. Thinking that Morris really had nothing to do in the original play, he was just locked up, so he nodded with a smile.

    "Hey! Stranger! Who are you?" Gaston shouted angrily at Huang, "stay away from my baby!"

    "As you said, I''m a stranger!" Huang asked, handing the exquisite windmill to Belle and said with a smile, "it seems that your head is not very good, otherwise you wouldn''t ask such a question..."

    "You!" Gaston was choked by Huang''s question and didn''t know what to say.

    "Pooh!" seeing Gaston''s shriveled appearance, Belle couldn''t help laughing, and her heart suddenly smoothed up.

    And Belle''s smile made Gaston even more embarrassed. He angrily went to Huang and said in a deep voice, "foreigners, you may not know my strength. In this village, no one is my opponent, and no one dares to talk to me like this! You will pay for your words!"

    "Gaston! He''s my father''s friend! Stay away from him!" Belle stood up and looked at Gaston without showing weakness.

    "Don''t worry, Belle, he just has no opponent in this village, but I''m not from this village." Huang asked, smiling and blocking Belle behind him and looking at Gaston, "do you want to try?"