This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 1100 Swordsmanship (4)

  Chuzheng went into the house to find an umbrella, Ming envied her single clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked at her with cold eyes.

   "Who's out there?"

"do not know."

  Chuzheng found the umbrella and went out with it: "Go to sleep, they won't disturb you."

   Then the door closed.

   Mingxian: "..."

   He was silent for a while, then rolled over and fell asleep.

  The sound of the rain was mixed with the sound of fighting, swords, lights and swords flashed through Mingxian's mind, he got into the quilt and wrapped his whole body.

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   Chuzheng walked into the rain with an umbrella.

  Boom——

   Lightning pierced through the sky, and the sudden light illuminated this side of the world. Chuzheng could also see who was besieged in the middle.

   She was thinking about who to arrest——Han Qiqi.

  Bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella surface, crackling like a tune with a clear rhythm.

   Chuzheng stepped on the rainwater and walked slowly from the bluestone slab.

"Do you need help?"

   Her voice passed through the rain screen, through the dark night, and fell into Han Qiqi's ears.

  Han Qiqi turned back suddenly, and suddenly saw the little girl standing in the rain curtain, holding an umbrella, her moon-white clothes, like a gleam of white light in the dark night.

   The people who besieged Han Qiqi were also surprised.

   None of them found out when the man approached.

   "You promise to do me a favor and I will save you." Chuzheng said slowly when they were stunned.

  Han Qiqi covered his arms in embarrassment, his whole body tensed, and he was alert to the people around him: "Are you talking to me?"

"if not?"

  The rain screen blurred her vision, Han Qiqi was in the falling rain and asked her, "What if I don't agree?"

   "You are arguing with my people." Chuzheng moved her umbrella, revealing her face completely, and the lightning flashed her cold eyes: "I will kill you."

   That sentence is not like a joke.

  Han Qiqi didn't know what to do.

   Save her by agreeing to her terms.

   Kill her if she doesn't agree.

   What is the difference between this and forced persecution? !

   The person who besieged Han Qiqi took a few steps back inexplicably, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

  A little girl, what are they afraid of?

   "Don't meddle with your motherfuckers!" One of them pointed at Chuzheng: "Those who are sensible, hurry up and get out!"

   As soon as that person finished speaking, the whole person flew out and hit the wall with a 'bang'.

  No one saw how she moved her hand.

   The group of people who besieged Han Qiqi were horrified in their hearts and did not dare to act rashly for a while.

  Hanqi smiled: "Okay, I promise you."

  The sound of the rain is getting louder, and in the rain curtain that is connected into a line, it seems that some beast is dormant.

   The group of people was uneasy, but in the end they shouted: "Go!"

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  Han Qiqi limped along with Chuzheng through the courtyard and into the promenade.

  Han Qiqi glanced back: "Those people..."

   "Someone will clean up." Chuzheng put away her umbrella, her tone indifferent.

  Han Qiqi remembered her. The last time she was on the street, she touched Liang Xuan.

  I didn't expect that they would meet again.

   is still the same scene.

  Chuzheng pushed open a door and motioned her to go in: "Don't bark if you're okay, don't bark if you have something."

  Han Qiqi: "..."

   When can we call?

  Han Qiqi entered the house: "I have clothes..."

boom.

  The door has been closed.

  Han Qiqi stood at the door, the water on his body dripped straight to the ground, but after a while, a pool of water had gathered on the ground.

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  Han Qiqi suffered from a serious internal injury. He adjusted his breath all night. Although he got better, he was still a little weak.

  Han Qiqi found the kitchen outside and boiled the medicine.

   When the chef came, what he saw was a girl in blue, squatting on the ground and making medicine...

   "You... who are you?"

  Han Qiqi turned back and subconsciously looked at the opponent's next plate. Seeing that the opponent's footsteps were frivolous and not like a martial artist, he withdrew his guard a bit: "Are you a servant in this house?"

  In this huge house, after Han Qiqi got up today, he didn't see a living person.

   This is the first living person.

   Chef: "No, I'm the cook."

  “…”

   Isn't the cook the servant?

   Chef suspicious: "Who are you?"

  Han Qiqi said: "I live here temporarily."

  The chef is an honest man, he can't think of too many things. Seeing Han Qiqi's calm and calm appearance, he is making medicine again, and he is just a friend of Chuzheng.

   "How many people live here?"

Chef    said while preparing breakfast, "Just Miss Chuzheng and a son."

   "No one else?"

"Gone."

   Chef didn't see anyone anyway.

  Han Qiqi smelled the food, and her stomach began to growl. She glanced at the chef and found that the chef made a lot of breakfast.

   "You don't say there are only two people, how can you make so many breakfasts?" Han Qiqi was suspicious.

   "That young man is picky, do more for him to choose." Sometimes a busy morning might not make that man take a bite.

  Han Qiqi: "..."

  Han Qiqi finished drinking the medicine by himself, and when the chef went to deliver breakfast, he followed behind him and went all the way.

   From a distance, she saw the girl from last night, sitting on the promenade, with her moon-white skirt hanging on the ground.

  The chef took a few steps: "Girl..."

   Chuzheng didn't lift his head: "Send them all in."

   Chef nodded and walked towards a room.

  Han Qiqi walked to Chuzheng and sat across from her: "Thank you last night."

  Although the way she rescued her last night was a bit strange, it was not unacceptable.

   After all, at that time, she really couldn't hold it anymore.

   "It's just a transaction."

   Chuzheng said so, Han Qiqi also naturally continued: "What do you want me to do?"

   "Help me see someone."

  Han Qiqi stared at Chuzheng, and suddenly remembered that Liang Xuan had called her by name before.

Although the name   Hanqiqi is not a household name yet, it is still somewhat famous in the arena.

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  The chef came out of the room with a little joy on his face: "That young man drank a bowl of porridge."

   Chuzheng asked: "What kind of porridge?"

   "Just... porridge."

   He had prepared several kinds of porridge, but he chose the bowl of white porridge.

   "Hmm." Chu Zheng asked the chef to go down and took Han Qiqi in.

  Mingxian sat at the table drinking porridge, Han Qiqi went in, he put his hand next to him and immediately put it on the sword.

   The first time he saw Chuzheng, he glanced at it, let go of his hand on the sword, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

  Han Qiqi's surprised voice sounded: "Ming Xian!"

   Chuzheng looked back at her: "Know?"

  Han Qiqi innocently blinked: "Celebrities in the rivers and lakes, isn't it strange to know them?"

   "Most of the people who have seen him are dead. Knowing his name may not necessarily recognize his appearance."

   Mingxian moved slightly.

   He swept towards Chuzheng from the corner of his eye, Chuzheng was standing sideways, looking at Han Qiqi with coldness in his eyes.

   Mingxian moved his fingertips and lowered his head after a while, if no one else continued to compete with the bowl of white porridge.

   "I'm fortunate enough to have met once." Han Qiqi's charming face had a smile on her face: "Isn't this okay?"

   Chuzheng's eyes met her, Han Qiqi did not shy away from her, and looked very calm.

   (end of this chapter)