Chapter 1093: Sword End of the World (7)

Liang Xuan was tossed over and over again, but every time when he was about to fail, Chu Zheng pulled him up, let him slow down and press down.
Chu Zheng threw Liang Xuan into the water and looked condescendingly at the people fluttering in the water: "Liang Xuan, today's lesson is only because you almost hurt him."
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Under the terrifying sight of the onlookers, Chu Zheng returned to the street and helped Ming Xian leave.
After walking a certain distance, there was a sound gradually behind.
It looks like the pause button is pressed, and it plays again.
Chu Zheng took Ming Xian to a corner of no one: "How about?"
"You follow me?" Ming Xian said hoarse.
"No." Chu Zheng denied it very quickly.
"Then why are you here?"
"Come to rescue you."
"You didn't follow me, why would you come to save me?"
Chu Zheng looked serious: "It happens by chance."
Ming Xian: "..."
Mingxian certainly doesn't believe in such a coincidence.
She must have followed herself all the way.
"Why did you drug me in the first place, and why are you saving me now?"
Give him medicine, don’t you just want him to die?
What are you doing now...
Chu Zheng: "..."
I really can't explain this.
"Go back?" Chu Zheng simply changed the subject.
The air suddenly fell silent.
The noise from a distance can still be heard faintly, not very real, as if separated by thousands of mountains.
After a long time, Ming Xian moved her fingertips, and her pale lips opened slightly: "I'm hungry."
"Then go back." Chuzheng said with goodness.
Ming Xian didn't say anything, Chu Zheng helped him up: "Can you go? Can't I hold you."
Ming Xian's fingertips trembled, her expression a little stiff.
He hasn't reached the point where he needs to hug!
Chuzheng took Ming Xian home, and Hanqin checked his pulse, indicating that it was more serious than before.
Hanqi had a prescription.
But when the medicine was boiled, Ming Xian did not want to drink it.
"Why not drink it?"
"It's not necessary, I'm going to die anyway." Ming Xian looked down at his fingers, and his tone was full of the coldness of life and death.
"I don't think you want to die."
Chu Zheng told the truth.
"How do you know that I don't want to die?" Ming Xian was a little angry: "What do you know!"
Chuzheng didn't want to argue with Ming Xian about such meaningless issues. With her, it would be impossible to die.
She pushed the dark medicine in front of Ming Xian: "Drink the medicine."
Obviously avoid it, "Don't drink!"
Chuzheng pondered: "Are you afraid of hardship?"
Ming Xian suddenly raised her head and glared at her very annoyedly. It was an irritation from being said to have turned into anger.
Chu Zheng: "..."
Really afraid of hardship?
Hanqiu held a bowl of medicine beside him and drank it: "It's not that bitter, it's a bit sweet. You can try it. My medicine is definitely different from those outside."
Hanqiqi had confidence in his medicine.
"But you are a demon, afraid of hardship?"
Ming Xian: "..." What happened to the big demon? Not a person!
The surrounding air seemed to be quiet, and the murderous air gradually rose.
"Can you go farther?" Chu Zheng turned his head to look at Han Qi.
Hanqin shrugged, holding her bowl of medicine and strolling away.
"Drink medicine."
Ming Xian turned her head and refused to drink.
Chuzheng thought about it and left for a while. When she came back, she pressed Ming Xian on the chair, pinched his chin, and poured a bowl of medicine directly.
"Cough cough cough..." The bitterness spread in his mouth.
Ming Xian's mask was skewed, her hair draped messily on her shoulders, and her eyes were reddish. At this time, Ming Xian looked like an impatient wolf cub.
"you……"
As soon as his lips opened, something was pushed into his mouth, and the tip of his tongue was pressed against the thing, and he tasted a touch of sweetness.
Then came the overwhelming sweetness, diluting the bitterness.
Ming Xian seems to have forgotten to speak.
Chu Zheng put down the remaining preserves and left with an empty bowl.
Not knowing how long it took, Ming Xian carefully reached out his hand and took a piece of candied fruit and put it in his mouth.
He looked around, no one was seen, and he touched another piece.
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Liang Xuan was lying on the bed in 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: "Brother, I'm sorry, I just think we can 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 him asked: "Did you find out where the demon ended up?"
"The one who is with the demon is a member of the Brahma Sect. The woman has been here for many days, and the townspeople know that she lives in the house in the east."
"We have sent someone to watch, and there is no movement for the time being."
"Do it now, what if they run away?"
"We don't know how many people are in it, so we can't do it rashly."
A group of people had a heated discussion about whether to do it or not. In the end, out of caution, everyone decided to find out how many people there were.
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Into the night.
Anxi town is silent, only occasionally can hear a few small winds,
By the stream, Chuzheng came out of the stream with a sword.
As soon as she appeared, she met a pair of eyes.
Ming Xian stood on the shore with her hands in her hands, and her 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?" It scared me to death!
Chu Zheng calmly took the sword up.
"You... come and find me a sword?"
Chu Zheng handed the sword over with a calm tone: "I think you care about this sword very much."
Ming Xian: "..."
Ming Xian cared a lot about this sword. It was the first sword he got and the only sword, not a famous sword.
But... during the fight today, he let go.
He is tired, and he will live soon anyway, it is useless to keep...
However, after returning, his hands were empty, making him very uneasy.
Ming Xian raised his hand, held the hilt of the sword, and took it away from Chu Zheng: "Thank you."
This thank you does not contain anything else, just because Chuzheng retrieved his sword.
The night breeze blew across the willows by the stream, and the branches swayed lightly, bringing the girl's clear and ethereal voice: "It should be."
Chuzheng and Ming Xian returned to the house one after another.
Ming Xian may be injured, a little absent-minded, and walked inside with his head down.
Chu Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand to hold him.
Chuzheng pulled and pulled too many times, Ming Xian resisted strongly at first, then frowned in protest at the back, and let her pull at last.
"How……"
Chu Zheng put a finger on his lips.
Mingxian's expression was a little weird for a moment, and the finger on his lips was slightly cool, like the wind in the night.
Above the sky, the pure moon hangs high, and the stars are like weaving, falling on the woman's clear eyes, shattering into countless tiny bits of light.
Ming Xian's breathing was disordered, and he quickly tilted his head back.
Chu Zheng didn't seem to notice his movements and pulled him to the side.
Ming Xian calmed down and listened carefully for a moment. He couldn't use his abilities, but after so many years of being chased and killed, he still felt like he had been trained.
Someone.
Thinking of him being chased and killed in the market today, it is normal for someone to watch...