This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 1103 Swordsmanship (7)

  Liang Xuan was tossed over and over again, but every time he was about to die, Chuzheng pulled him up, made him slow down and pressed him down.

   Chuzheng threw Liang Xuan into the water and looked down at the person who was fluttering in the water: "Liang Xuan, today's lesson is just because you almost hurt him."

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   Chuzheng returned to the street under the horrified gaze of the onlookers, and helped Mingxian to leave.

   walked out for a distance, and then there was a sound gradually behind.

   is like the screen where the pause button is pressed, and the playback is restarted.

  Chuzheng took Mingxian to a corner with no one: "How is it?"

   "You follow me?" Mingxian's voice was hoarse.

   "No." Chuzheng denied it very quickly.

   "Then why are you here?"

   "To save you."

   "You didn't follow me, how could you come to save me?"

   Chuzheng's face was serious: "It happened."

   Mingxian: "..."

   Mingxian certainly doesn't believe in such a coincidence.

   She must have followed her all the way.

   "Why did you give me medicine in the first place, and why do you want to save me now?"

   Drug him, don't you just want him to die?

  What are you doing now...

   Chuzheng: "..."

   I really can't explain this.

   "Go back?" Chuzheng simply changed the subject.

  The air suddenly fell silent.

   The noise of the distant noise can still be heard faintly, not very real, as if there are thousands of mountains.

   After a long time, Mingxian moved his fingertips, his pale lips slightly opened: "I'm hungry."

   "Then go back." Chuzheng said fluently.

  Mingxian didn't say anything, Chuzheng helped him up: "Can you go? I can't hold you."

   Mingxian's fingertips trembled, his expression a little stiff.

   He hasn't reached the point where he needs to be hugged!

   Chuzheng took Mingxian back, and Han Qiqi checked his pulse, saying that it was more serious than before.

  Han Qiqi made a recipe.

   But the medicine was ready, but Mingxian didn't want to drink it.

   "Why don't you drink?"

   "There's no need, I'm going to die anyway." Mingxian looked down at his fingers, and his tone was filled with the coldness of life and death.

   "I don't think you want to die."

   Chuzheng tells the truth.

   "How do you know that I don't want to die?" Mingxian was a little annoyed: "What do you know!"

  Chuzheng didn't want to argue with Mingxian about such meaningless issues. With her around, death would be impossible.

   She pushed the dark medicine in front of Mingxian: "Drink the medicine."

  Obviously disgusted and avoided: "Don't drink!"

   Chuzheng pondered: "Are you afraid of hardship?"

  Ming Xian suddenly raised his head and glared at her very angrily. It was the anger that turned into anger after being told.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Really afraid of hardship?

  Han Qiqi held a bowl of medicine and drank it next to him: "It's not so bitter, and a little sweet. You can try it. My medicine is definitely different from those outside."

  Han Qiqi is very confident in her medicine.

   "But you are a devil, afraid of hardship?"

   Mingxian: "..." What happened to the big devil? Not human!

The air around    seemed to have quieted down, and the chill was gradually rising.

   "Can you go further?" Chu Zheng turned to look at Han Qiqi.

  Han Qiqi shrugged, holding her bowl of medicine and strolling away.

   "Drink medicine."

   Mingxian turned his head and refused to drink.

   Chuzheng thought about it and left for a while. When she came back, she pressed Mingxian on the chair, pinched his chin, and poured a bowl of medicine directly.

   "Cough cough..." The bitter taste spread in the mouth.

   Mingxian's mask was a little crooked, his hair was messy on his shoulders, and his eyes were slightly red. At this time, Mingxian looked like a wolf cub who was being forced.

"you……"

   As soon as his lips opened, something was pushed into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the thing, tasting a hint of sweetness.

   followed by the overwhelming sweetness, diluting the bitterness.

  Mingxian seems to have forgotten to speak.

   Chuzheng put down the remaining candied fruit and left with an empty bowl.

  I don't know how long it took, Mingxian carefully stretched out his hand and took a piece of candied fruit and put it in his mouth.

   He looked left and right, saw no one, and touched another small piece.

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  Liang Xuan was lying on the bed of the inn with an ugly face, and there were many people in the rivers and lakes standing beside him.

   Zhao Fu shed tears next to Liang Xuan: "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I just thought we could catch him, so..."

  Liang Xuan couldn't bear to blame Zhao Fu: "Forget it, it's fine."

   Zhao Fu burst into tears.

Someone next to    asked, "Have you found out where the devil has settled?"

   "The one with the devil is a member of the Brahma Sect. The woman has been here for several days, and the townspeople know that she lives in the mansion to the east."

   "We have already sent people to watch, but there is no movement for the time being."

   "Do it now, what if they run away?"

   "We don't know how many people there are, so we can't act rashly."

   A group of people had a heated discussion about whether to do it or not. In the end, out of prudence, everyone decided to find out how many people there were.

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   into the night.

  Anxi Town is silent, only a few small wind sounds can be heard occasionally.

  By the stream, Chuzheng came out of the stream with a sword.

   As soon as she appeared, she met a pair of eyes.

  Mingxian stood on the shore with his hands behind his back, and his snow-white clothes were particularly conspicuous at night. If he hadn't seen him clearly, Chuzheng probably thought he had hit a ghost.

   "Why are you here?" Scared me to death!

   Chuzheng calmly went up with the sword.

   "You... come to find me a sword?"

   Chuzheng handed over the sword and said calmly, "I think you care about this sword."

   Mingxian: "..."

   Mingxian really cares about this sword. This is the first sword he got, and the only one. It's not a famous sword.

   But... during the fight today, he let go.

   He is tired, he won't live long anyway, it's useless to keep...

   However, after returning, the empty hands made him very uneasy.

  Mingxian raised his hand, held the hilt, and took it away from Chuzheng: "Thank you."

   This thank you didn't include anything else, just because Chuzheng got his sword back.

  The night wind blew across the willows by the stream, and the branches swayed gently, bringing the girl's clear and ethereal voice: "It should be."

   Chuzheng and Mingxian returned to the house one after the other.

   Mingxian was probably a little absent-minded because of the injury, and walked inside with his head down.

   Chuzheng suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

   Chuzheng was pulled and pulled too many times, Mingxian resisted strongly at first, then frowned in protest at the back, and finally let her pull.

"How……"

   Chuzheng put a finger on his lips.

  Mingxian's expression was a little weird for a moment, the finger on his lips was a little cool, like the wind at night.

   Above the sky, the clear moon hangs high, and the stars are woven like a weave, falling at the bottom of the woman's clear eyes, breaking into countless stars.

   Mingxian's breathing was out of rhythm, and he quickly tilted his head back.

   Chuzheng didn't seem to notice his movements, and pulled him to the side.

  Mingxian calmed down and listened carefully for a while. He couldn't use his abilities, but after so many years of being chased and killed, he still had the feeling of training.

   Someone.

  Thinking that he was hunted and killed at the market today, it is normal for someone to watch...

   (end of this chapter)