Zhou Zhiruo was completely confused. It was so early in the morning and she had no idea what Zhu'er was talking about.

In response, Zhou Zhiruo could only look at Zhang Wuji with suspicion.

"The key to the problem must lie with him."

"Zhang Wuji must have done something strange to Zhu'er last night. He was too embarrassed to admit it, so he blamed it on me."

"Damn, that must be it."

…

Zhang Wuji wanted to talk to Zhao Min, and just like before, he brought no one with him except Zhou Zhiruo.

Along the way, Zhou Zhiruo asked Zhang Wuji countless times what Zhu'er meant by what she had said before.

Zhang Wuji, feeling extremely guilty, could only say against his conscience: "Zhiruo, don't bother with Zhu'er. That little girl always says weird things. I don't know what she meant by what she said before..."

…

Four days later, Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo finally saw the army led by Zhao Min on a small hill.

A full 150,000-strong army covered the sky and the sun, and there was no end in sight.

At this time, Zhao Min was dressed in red, barefoot, sitting lazily in a carriage.

She gently rolled up the curtain of the carriage, and an autumn breeze blew by, and the black hair on her temples moved with the wind.

Zhao Min was very beautiful at this moment. Her beauty was so beautiful that even Zhou Zhiruo felt ashamed of herself when she saw her.

Especially the sword in Zhao Min's hand.

The feeling of this sword in Zhao Min's hand is completely different from that in Nun Miejue's hand.

Among all the women in this world, Zhao Min is probably the only one who is most suitable to use this sword.

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo watched from the hillside for a long time.

After a long time, Zhou Zhiruo slowly spoke.

"Brother Wuji, no wonder you once used the word handsome to describe her."

"I now also think that this woman is really cool. I will never be able to learn the temperament she has in my entire life."