Chapter 95: Which Idiot Came Up With This Name?
Wuming took the porcelain bottle tremblingly and swallowed the medicine in the bottle.
Yishe: "Keep an eye on him."
Wuming: "Yes, I will take my leave."
Returning to the door of the room, he unlocked the door with trembling hands, then closed the door again and bolted it.
Halfway through the walk, he couldn't help but feel the bone-chilling coldness on his body and fell to the ground. With a "bang", he woke up Qi Yue who was lying on the couch.
Seeing Wuming lying on the ground, she got off the bed, put on her shoes, and ran straight to the door.
As soon as she opened the door and stuck her head out, two swords were placed at her neck.
"Hehe... Good afternoon, brothers. Your leader doesn't seem to be feeling well. Do you want to find a doctor to help him?"
The two guards looked stern and said nothing. They pushed their swords forward again, motioning for her to go in.
Qi Yue swallowed, retracted his head, and closed the door again.
Wuming was still lying on the ground. He hugged his body and kept saying how cold and painful it was.
She walked over and kicked him lightly on the butt. He groaned, trembled even more violently, and his body curled up into a ball.
"No, I didn't use much strength..."
Qi Yue touched his nose guiltily.
There were no sharp weapons in the room, and all the hairpins on her body were put on Murong Heli's head.
Look for the dagger on him.
Qi Yue just reached out to touch him, but as soon as he touched the man, his wrist was grabbed.
Wuming tried to stay conscious: "What do you want to do..."
Qi Yue said awkwardly: "The floor is too cold, I, I will help you to the couch."
Wuming silently let go of her hand, and Qi Yue could only bite the bullet and help him.
Fortunately, she was not a particularly fragile lady, and she managed to help the man onto the couch.
After only walking a few steps, she was so tired that she started sweating.
As soon as he got on the couch, Wuming shivered even more violently, and his body temperature became frighteningly low.
Qi Yue poked his shoulder with her finger: "Hey, wake up..."
Seeing that he seemed to have lost consciousness, she couldn't help but be curious and reached out to take off the mask on his face.
Under the mask was revealed a face that was 80% similar to Yi Bai.
"Yi Bai!" Qi Yue exclaimed softly, and before he could withdraw his hand, he was grabbed again.
Then he pulled her unconsciously, and she fell into his icy embrace.
Their faces were almost touching.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that he had a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. His face was more than 80% similar to Yi Bai's, and he looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.
His stature is almost the same as Yi Bai's.
Qi Yue wanted to push him away, but Wuming sensed her resistance and held her tighter.
He searched for the hottest spot on his body, thrust his hands in, and buried his head in the crook of his neck.
Qi Yue's face turned red, and she couldn't control her temper, so she slapped him.
Because of the effect of the drug, the pain in his body was magnified dozens of times, and Wuming unconsciously increased the strength of his hands.
Qi Yue burst into tears after being pinched by him: "Fuck..."
She kept thinking about the characters in the original book and her dreams, but couldn't find a role that could match this person.
Half an hour passed, and Qi Yue felt that she was about to catch a cold from him, before the coldness from his body gradually faded away.
Wuming regained consciousness but hadn't opened his eyes yet. He felt something soft in his hand and couldn't help but squeeze it again.
Qi Yue felt the pain and slapped him in the face angrily, saying, "Have you pinched enough?"
When he opened his eyes, he found himself hugging her with his hands inside her clothes. His fair face instantly turned red.
He quickly pulled his hand back, and said at a loss: "Yes, I'm sorry, I just had an attack of cold poison and lost consciousness..."
Qi Yue covered her chest and couldn't help gasping: "Go, get me some hot water. You just pinched me and hurt me. I need a hot towel to apply heat to it."
Wuming said awkwardly: "Okay, I'll get it done right away."
He got off the couch, hurriedly picked up the mask and put it on.
After Wuming put down the hot water and towel, he wanted to leave the room, but Qi Yue thought the water was too hot, so he had to turn his back to help her wring out the towel and hand it to her.
Every time he took the cold handkerchief she threw back to him, he could always smell a faint fragrance, which made the heat on his face linger.
After the hot compress, Qi Yue tied the bellyband and put on his clothes while asking slowly, "I always feel that your voice sounds familiar..."
Wuming's breathing tightened: "Maybe it's similar to the voice of one of your friends."
"I didn't say I looked like a friend..." Qi Yue curled his lips into a smile, pulled him back to the couch, and pressed his shoulders.
"It sounds exactly like my husband's voice. What do you think, my paralyzed husband?"
Hearing the voice and his inexplicably nervous attitude, Qi Yue had already recognized the man. Adding on the face being so similar to Yi Bai's, she also guessed that the person who had come to capture them was Yi Bai's junior fellow apprentice.
Wuming: "You recognized the wrong person, don't yell."
Qi Yue raised his eyebrows: "Really? We have to try it to know."
"What?"
To his surprise, the mask was thrown under the couch again. He felt a soft touch on his lips, and his nose was filled with her breath and fragrance.
Qi Yue half sat on him, holding the back of his head and kissing him.
He did not resist and still had a look of surprise on his face.
She penetrated his slightly parted lips and began to entangle with them.
I watched him slowly change from astonishment to confusion, and then his eyes were filled with emotion.
After his hands rested on her waist passionately, Qi Yue suddenly let go and ended the kiss.
Being pushed down on the thin blanket by her, Qi Yue looked down at him and chuckled: "Now, do you still deny it?"
Wuming took a deep breath, reached out to hold her waist, turned her over and pressed her under him, the color on his face had not yet faded.
He whispered, "Don't worry, I won't expose you, so... don't even think about seducing me, princess."
Qi Yue blinked and praised: "You are very smart, as smart as him."
Wuming frowned slightly, stood up and turned his back, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "I'm not him!"
It only took a second for me to understand his sensitivity.
Qi Yue leaned on the couch and said calmly: "I don't think of you as him."
She then asked, "Could you be his long-lost brother?"
Wuming's expression eased a lot: "No."
Qi Yue: "Now, tell me your name."
Nameless: "Nameless."
Qi Yue: "The Wu in Koutian Wu?"
Nameless: "No name means anything."
Qi Yue frowned and searched in his mind, but still couldn't find any information about this character.
Originally, she thought she just accidentally met an unknown cannon fodder guy and thought it was fun, but she didn't expect it to be a character that appeared out of nowhere.
Qi Yue: "Which idiot gave you this name?"
nameless:……
Qi Yue: "It can't be your master..."
nameless:……
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