Chapter 1122: Fighting the Sword to the End of the World (38)
Chuzheng didn't say that she would take Mingxian to find an antidote. She only said that she would take him out to relax. In order to take care of Mingxian's messy problems, the whole team was extra luxurious.
Mingxian lifted the car curtain and took a look outside. He saw green mountains, flowing water, wandering clouds and wild cranes. It was refreshing and made him feel much better.
Chuzheng was leaning against the car wall reading a book, with tranquillity incense burning beside her.
Mingxian had never dared to imagine such a day.
Mingxian lowered the car curtain and moved to Chuzheng. Chuzheng glanced at him and the latter fell directly on her lap: "Where are we going?"
"Wander around as you like." Chuzheng moved the book so that he could sleep more comfortably: "You don't like being outside?"
"No." Mingxian picked up a strand of Zu Zheng's hair, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed: "I feel good anywhere with you... It's just that sometimes it feels like a dream. I'm afraid that when I wake up from the dream, you won't be here."
"hiss……"
Mingxian gasped.
"Why are you pinching me?"
Chuzheng released her grip on his arm and said confidently, "I want you to know that I'm not dreaming."
Mingxian: "..."
Chu Zheng and Ming Xian's eyes met, and the air became inexplicably quiet, and the sounds outside seemed to disappear.
She slowly lowered her head, took Mingxian's lips in her mouth, and kissed him tossing and turning.
Snapped--
The mask fell off, spun around, and fell to the ground on its back.
Chuzheng's fingertips touched Mingxian's forehead, and the fingertips slowly rubbed over the scar.
"How did you get this injury?"
Mingxian raised his hand to cover Chuzheng's hand, looking a little dazed: "When I left Kongming Valley, I accidentally fell off a cliff."
At that time, he was frightened and stumbled out of Kongming Valley.
On a snowy day, he was not very young, his family died tragically, and various factors intertwined, causing him to accidentally fall.
When he woke up, he had been rescued and the injury on his forehead was gone.
Mingxian didn't want Chuzheng to look at it, so he buried his face in her arms: "Don't look at it, it doesn't look good."
"I do not mind."
"I mind." Mingxian's voice was a little dull: "Will you think I'm ugly in the future?"
Maybe one day, she would finally get tired of him being like this.
But then I thought about it and realized that he didn’t actually have much time.
Chuzheng touched his head and stroked his hair which was not too soft: "No." You are a good person, how dare I dislike you.
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The customs and customs in foreign countries are different, and their clothes are very different. Villain A and B got two sets of clothes from nowhere, as if they were about to perform acrobatics.
Chuzheng looked at them like two turkeys.
The two turkeys haven't realized it yet, so they change one set every day with the pocket money given by Chu Zheng.
Outside the territory, Mingxian's food became a problem.
The few cooks led by Chu Zheng gathered together and murmured together every day. Every time it was meal time, these cooks wanted to disappear immediately.
If it weren't for the amount of money Chuzheng gave them, they would never be here!
Mingxian wouldn't eat, so Chuzheng would sometimes patiently coax him, but if he didn't, he would just force-feed him.
Mingxian was so tortured that he couldn't live without love, so he tried his best to eat it by himself every time and not let Chuzheng do it.
Chuzheng opened the car curtain and let Mingxian get out of the car.
This is a city with a very strange architectural style. Most of them are fortress-shaped buildings, but they are all beautifully built.
Chuzheng led him into the side, where followers of the Fanxian Sect were already taking care of things, laying carpets and moving things.
There were also some locals standing aside cautiously.
Mingxian stepped on the carpet and walked inside, coughing twice in a low voice: "Are we going to live here?"
"Can't stop."
The languages outside the region are different. They hired a translator who could speak both languages. Now the local was communicating with the people here. After a while, the local came back and signaled that it was OK.
Mingxian and Chuzheng were brought inside. Mingxian didn't know what Chuzheng wanted to do, but he believed in Chuzheng, so he didn't take any precautions.
Until he felt a little sleepy: "I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mingxian fell down directly.
Before fainting, I heard Chu Zheng's voice, which was a little blurry and I couldn't hear it clearly.
Chuzheng put him next to him and asked the person waiting next to him: "Is it okay?"
The local replied: "Don't worry, this is the best master here, there will be no problem."
Chuzheng took off Mingxian's mask, and brushed the wound on his forehead with her fingertips. There was a faint light in her eyes, and she moved away after a while: "Let's get started."
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Mingxian felt like he had slept for a long time, and the sound of the carriage swaying gradually reached his ears.
He covered his forehead and sat up. Before he could sit firmly, someone hugged him from behind: "Wake up."
"Why...I fell asleep?" Mingxian's voice was slightly hoarse.
The person behind kissed his neck, took something nearby, and then handed it to him.
That's a bronze mirror.
His familiar face was reflected in the bronze mirror. The only difference was that the scar on his forehead disappeared and turned into a lifelike... flower?
Chuzheng rested her chin on his shoulder and brushed his hair away with her fingertips, completely exposing his forehead.
It was a blooming lotus, its petals completely covering the scar and blooming on his forehead.
The cold face of the man in the bronze mirror added a touch of coquettishness for no reason.
Mingxian raised his hand and touched it. It felt a little painful. Chuzheng pulled his hand down and said, "Don't touch it. It will be fine in a few days."
"Does it look good?"
"Good, good-looking." Mingxian was still a little lost in thought. He looked at the person in the bronze mirror as if he were looking at a stranger.
Chuzheng hugged him quietly and looked at him in the bronze mirror.
Mingxian later realized that the person in the bronze mirror also had a miniature lotus between his eyebrows.
Mingxian turned around, his eyes immediately touched the lotus between her eyebrows, and bursts of warmth filled his heart.
"You must be hungry." Chuzheng said, "I'll have someone give it to you... Mingxian?"
The bronze mirror fell down and made a loud noise. Someone asked outside.
"It's okay." Chuzheng took the time to respond, hurriedly pushed Mingxian away, and lowered her voice to warn: "Don't make trouble..."
Chuzheng reminded him: "Your body is not healed yet, so don't mess around."
Mingxian looked at her and said nothing.
"Mingxian, I'm not kidding you!" Chuzheng said in a serious tone, "Your body can't be tortured like this."
Chuzheng patted his back to comfort him.
Mingxian silently moved away and sat next to him, his figure reflected in the bronze mirror on the ground.
Chuzheng sighed.
When will the antidote be found? !
They had been outside the territory for a while, but when they asked all the way, no one had heard of Jun Bugui.
Jun Bugui is a name given by people in the martial arts world. Chu Zheng asked people to repeat the symptoms directly without asking about the name Jun Bugui.
This time I got some news quickly.
There is indeed an antidote to Jun Bugui...
However, the antidote for Jun Bugui can only be prepared by the Wu Zhu from their leader.
Wu Zhu only listens to the leader, and the leader is difficult to deal with.
He doesn't love beauty or money, and his only hobby is fighting.
