Traveling through the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 72 Difficult to break through (please recommend, please collect)

Looking at the harvest that was much higher than the day before yesterday, a smile appeared on Lu Ming's face, but he was still worried about his breakthrough in his heart.

Seeing the smile on Lu Ming's face, Zhao Qingcheng felt slightly relieved, but he knew it in his heart.Lu Ming was still worrying about the breakthrough.

Zhao Qingcheng rolled her eyes and blushed, thinking of something.

Back at the Jiangnan Pavilion, Lu Ming and Zhao Qingcheng took a bath respectively. After taking a bath, Lu Ming came to the training room again, took a long spear, and silently stabbed at the metal wall, then retracted, and then stabbed out again, repeating like this .

"husband!"

A soft female voice came from the door of the training room.

The spear in Lu Ming's hand stopped, wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and turned to look at the door.

Lu Ming, who turned his head, froze.

At the door, Zhao Qingcheng wore a light gauze covering her body, other than that, there was no other clothes.

Lu Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva.Some stammered: "Qing, Qingcheng, what are you doing?"

Zhao Qingcheng showed a smile that didn't match his temperament, and said softly, "Honey, am I beautiful?"

Lu Ming looked at the indistinct scenery of Zhao Qingcheng's whole body, and said, "Beautiful, very beautiful!"

Zhao Qingcheng raised the gauze around her legs, and said seductively, "Then why are you still there?"

Lu Ming suddenly realized, threw the spear in his hand on the ground, walked forward quickly, picked up Zhao Qingcheng by the waist, and walked to the bedroom.

When the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Lu Ming lay on the bed with Zhao Qingcheng in his arms.

Zhao Qingcheng snuggled into Lu Ming's arms and said softly, "Honey, are you feeling better now?"

Lu Ming suddenly realized, and said guiltily: "Qingcheng, it's hard for you."

Zhao Qingcheng shook his head with a happy face: "Qingcheng is not bitter, Qingcheng knows that he can't help her husband, but it can make her feel more relaxed, which is also very good."

Lu Ming gently stroked Zhao Qingcheng's soft back, and assured Zhao Qingcheng: "Qingcheng, don't worry, I won't let you worry so much in the future."

Zhao Qingcheng nodded happily, fell into Lu Ming's arms, and fell into a deep sleep. Seeing that Zhao Qingcheng was asleep, Lu Ming didn't dare to move, and fell asleep at some point.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone through the window into the bedroom on the second floor, and now it was on the heads of Lu Ming and Zhao Qingcheng.

Zhao Qingcheng rubbed his somewhat confused eyes, opened them slowly, and looked at Lu Ming who was holding him in his arms. Zhao Qingcheng continued to be in Lu Ming's arms happily.

After Zhao Qingcheng woke up and moved his body a little, Lu Ming woke up. Seeing Zhao Qingcheng's delicate movements, he couldn't help chuckling.

Zhao Qingcheng heard the laughter, looked up and found that Lu Ming was smiling at him, Zhao Qingcheng said coquettishly: "Honey, you are laughing at me!"

Lu Ming smiled and said, "No way, I just think you are very cute!"

Zhao Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction, that's about the same.

The two lay down for a while, and after talking about themselves for a while, Zhao Qingcheng suddenly said: "Honey, I want to eat your cooking!"

Lu Ming asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhao Qingcheng thought for a while and said, "I want to drink porridge."

Lu Ming said: "Okay, let me see what ingredients are left the day before yesterday, and I will make porridge for you."

Lu Ming got up, put on a piece of clothing on the ground, and walked to the kitchen, preparing to make porridge for Zhao Qingcheng.

When he came to the kitchen, Lu Ming found that there were no other materials in the kitchen except a few green onions.

Lu Ming rolled his eyes, and there it is.

Ten minutes later, Lu Ming walked into the bedroom with a bowl of steaming porridge.

Zhao Qingcheng is still like a little lazy cat, nestled in the bed and unable to get up.

Seeing Lu Ming coming in, his eyes lit up, he turned over from the bed, came to the bedside, and said coquettishly, "Honey, I want to eat."

Lu Ming said dotingly: "Then get up quickly and eat."

Zhao Qingcheng said coquettishly: "No, I'm going to eat on the bed."

Lu Ming had no choice but to say, "Okay, then sit up and I'll feed you."

Zhao Qingcheng smiled happily, "My husband, you are so kind."

Zhao Qingcheng put the pillow behind his back, propped it up with both hands, looked at the pillow from his upper body, and covered the scenery in front of his chest with the quilt.

Holding the bowl, Lu Ming scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it lightly for a while, and tasted it again. He felt that it was no longer hot, so he handed it to Zhao Qingcheng's mouth.

When Zhao Qingcheng just entered the porridge, his eyes widened, he swallowed the porridge in a hurry, and said, "husband, what kind of porridge is this? Why is it so delicious? I have never tasted such delicious porridge before." .”

Lu Ming smiled and said, "This is called pimple soup, and there are only flour, chopped green onion and salt in it."

Zhao Qingcheng snorted: "You lied to me again, how can it be so delicious that there are only flour, chopped green onion and salt?"

Lu Ming had no choice but to tell the truth, why didn't he always believe it?
After feeding Zhao Qingcheng a few mouthfuls, Zhao Qingcheng took a mouthful of porridge into his mouth, and signaled Lu Ming to pass his head over with his eyes.

Lu Ming stretched his head helplessly.

Lips meet, and a mouthful of porridge is taken from those soft lips.

In this way, one mouthful per person, the porridge will be finished immediately.

Lu Ming cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. Zhao Qingcheng lay on the bed and hiccupped, and asked Lu Ming, "Husband, is there any more in the pot? I still want to eat."

Lu Ming's head was full of black lines, "It's gone, I just made this bowl."

Zhao Qingcheng sighed: "Oh, there is only one bowl."

Lu Ming ordered: "Okay, after I finish washing the dishes, I will go directly to the practice room to practice. If you want to find me after you get up later, you can come to the practice room to find me."

Zhao Qingcheng nodded and watched Lu Ming leave with the bowl.

After Lu Ming left, Zhao Qingcheng got up and walked to the bathroom.

After washing his body, Zhao Qingcheng felt a lot more relaxed.

After changing into a set of exercise clothes, Zhao Qingcheng came to the training room. In the training room, Lu Ming was still boringly pointing the gun at the metal wall, stabbing it, and pulling it out.

Although it was still the same action as last night, the restlessness in Lu Ming's heart was gone.

Lu Ming calmed down and didn't remember honors, disgraces and gains or losses. He just felt the gun in his hand and the strength in his body when he stabbed.

Zhao Qingcheng also came to a corner of the training room and began to practice his sword skills.

In the next few days, on the hunting day, Lu Ming and Zhao Qingcheng went to City No. 008 to hunt monsters to earn battle points. On the rest day, Lu Ming and Zhao Qingcheng practiced in the lounge in Lu Ming's room Spear and knife skills, occasionally, Lu Ming cooks Zhao Qingcheng a delicious meal, which makes Zhao Qingcheng want to stop.

Half a month later, Lu Ming discovered that his marksmanship only needs to be able to break through the second layer of "Mie Shi". However, Lu Ming couldn't find a way to break through.

Lu Ming's mentality slowly became irritable again.

Looking at the corner of the training room, Zhao Qingcheng was practicing sword skills, and Lu Ming made up his mind.

He said to Zhao Qingcheng, "Qingcheng, I'll go out for a while."

Zhao Qingcheng said anxiously: "I want to go together too."

Lu Ming smiled slightly: "No problem, come on."

(End of this chapter)