Chapter 1093 Fighting with the Sword to the End of the World (7)

Liang Xuan was tortured over and over again, but every time when he was about to die, Chuzheng would pull him up, let him recover, and push him down again.

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

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

After walking some distance, there was gradually a sound from behind.

It's like a scene where the pause button is pressed and played again.

Chuzheng took Mingxian to a deserted corner: "How is it?"

"Are you following me?" Mingxian's voice was hoarse.

"No." Chuzheng denied quickly.

"Then why are you here?"

"Come to save you."

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

Chuzheng looked serious: "It just happened."

Mingxian: "..."

Of course Mingxian didn't believe in such a coincidence.

She must have followed him all the way.

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

Didn't you drug him just because you wanted him to die?

So what are you doing now...

Chuzheng: "..."

I really can't explain this.

"Going back?" Chuzheng simply changed the subject.

The air suddenly became silent.

The noise in the distance can still be heard faintly, but it's not very real, as if it's separated by millions of mountains.

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

"Then go back." Chu Zheng said calmly.

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

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

He’s not old enough to hold yet!

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

Han Qiqi made a prescription.

But the medicine was ready, but Mingxian was unwilling to drink it.

"Why don't you drink?"

"It's not necessary, we're going to die anyway." Mingxian lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers, his tone filled with the indifference of life and death.

"I don't think you want to die."

Chuzheng told the truth.

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

Chuzheng didn't want to argue with Mingxian about such a meaningless issue. It was impossible to die as long as she was here.

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

He stepped back with obvious disgust: "Don't drink!"

Chuzheng thought about it: "Are you afraid of hardship?"

Mingxian suddenly raised his head and glared at her with a very angry look, which was the result of embarrassment after being told the truth.

Chuzheng: "..."

Are you really afraid of hardship?

Han Qiqi held a bowl of medicine and drank it beside her: "It's not that bitter, and it's 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, are you afraid of suffering?"

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

The air around him seemed to have become quiet, and a chilling atmosphere was gradually rising.

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

Han Qiqi shrugged, walked away holding her bowl of medicine.

"Drink the medicine."

Mingxian turned his head and refused to drink.

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

"Cough cough cough..." A bitter taste spread in your 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 cornered wolf cub.

"you……"

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

Then comes the overwhelming sweetness, which dilutes the bitterness.

Mingxian seemed to have forgotten to speak.

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

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

He looked around and saw no one, so he touched another small piece.

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Liang Xuan was lying on the bed in the inn, his face ugly, and there were many people from the world standing next to him.

Zhao Fu shed tears next to Liang Xuan: "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 okay."

Zhao Fu burst into tears.

Someone next to me asked: "Have you found out where the devil settled?"

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

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

"Let's do it now. What if they run away?"

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

A group of people had a heated discussion about whether to take action or not. Finally, out of caution, everyone decided to find out how many people were there first.

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At night.

Anxi Town was silent, with only a few subtle sounds of wind occasionally heard.

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

As soon as she stood up, she met a pair of eyes.

Mingxian stood on the shore with his hands behind his hands. His snow-white clothes were particularly conspicuous in the night. If he hadn't seen his appearance clearly, Chuzheng might have thought that he had hit a ghost.

"Why are you here?" I was scared to death!

Chuzheng calmly went up with the sword.

"You...come to find me a sword?"

Chuzheng handed over the sword and said in a calm tone, "I see you care about this sword."

Mingxian: "..."

Mingxian really cared about this sword. It was the first and only sword he got. It was not a famous sword.

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

He is tired. He doesn’t have long to live anyway, so there is no point in keeping him...

However, when he returned, his hands were empty, which made him very uneasy.

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

This thank you didn't include anything else, it was just because Chu Zheng got his sword back.

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

Chuzheng and Mingxian returned to the house one after another.

Mingxian was a little absent-minded, probably because he was injured, so he lowered his head and walked inside.

Chuzheng suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Chu Zheng pulled and pulled too many times. Ming Xian resisted strongly at first, then frowned in protest, and finally let her pull.

"How……"

Chuzheng raised a finger and pressed it to his lips.

Mingxian's expression was a little strange for a moment, and the finger pressing on his lips felt a little cool, like the wind in the night.

Above the sky, the pure moon hung high, and stars were woven, falling into the woman's clear eyes, breaking into countless stars and dots of light.

Mingxian's breathing was irregular, and he quickly tilted his head back.

Chuzheng didn't seem to notice his movements and pulled him aside.

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

Someone.

Thinking that he was being chased at the market today, it was normal for someone to monitor him...