Looking at the provocative look of the beauty in his arms, Zhang Wuji slammed the table and stood up again.
Zhu'er, this is your own fault. Don't blame me when you can't get out of bed tomorrow.
The two of them did not rest for a moment throughout the night, and only called off their battle at dawn.
…
After Zhang Wuji kissed Zhu'er hard, he said with some reluctance.
You wait for me here, I will be back soon.
Zhu'er nodded gently, and she struggled to get up from the bed, wanting to change clothes for her man, but at this moment, she saw a terrible scene.
It was not until this moment that Zhu'er saw the scar on Zhang Wuji's back.
Zhu'er's eyes were filled with tears of heartache: Brother Wuji, when did you get the injury on your back?
Zhang Wuji smiled and said: It's okay, they are just minor injuries and will heal soon.
A pair of snow-white arms hugged Zhang Wuji tightly from behind.
Zhu'er cried and said: It's all my fault. If my cultivation was better, I could protect you. I deserve to die. You were so badly injured and I didn't even notice it the whole night.
Zhang Wuji didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only say in a rogue tone: "Silly girl, last night you were either being pressed down by me or being held by me, how could you have seen my back?"
Zhu'er was indeed amused by these rogue words.
But after laughing a few times, she couldn't help crying again.
Brother Wuji, don't worry. When you're not around, I'll diligently practice the Nine Yang Manual you gave me. When I'm able to protect you, I'll never let anyone harm a hair on your head again...
…
Early in the morning, after comforting Zhu'er, Zhang Wuji returned to his own house.
Last night, Han Zhao forced Zhou Zhiruo to drink a whole jar of wine. After getting her drunk, Han Zhao helped her into the room.
Young master, you are back.
Han Zhao walked over with a smile.
Zhang Wuji quickly asked her: "Miss Han, what happened to Zhiruo last night..."
Han Zhao quickly said: "Don't worry, sir. After I got the lady drunk, I helped her into the room. I'm sure she is sleeping soundly now."
Zhang Wuji said to Han Zhao with gratitude: Miss Han has been so kind to me.
From now on, no matter what you have, you must tell me. No matter what it is, I will try my best to help you.
Han Zhao playfully hit Zhang Wuji on the shoulder.
I have noted your promise, sir, but I don’t have anything to ask of you right now. If that day ever comes, I hope you won’t forget what I said today.
…
Just as Zhang Wuji was chatting with Han Zhao, Yin Yewang walked into his house.
Master, I have prepared a team of 500 people for you.
Everyone in this team is a disciple of my Ming Cult and is loyal to me. With this team, you will be safe.
Zhang Wuji quickly waved his hands: There is no need for so many people, Guangmingding is our base.
Yang Xiao has already taken away a group of people. If I take so many more people away, Guangmingding will be empty.
You can re-screen them. I only need a hundred people. We will set off in an hour. By the way, please help me get two suitable weapons.
After receiving the order, King Yin Ye left in a hurry.
Zhang Wuji also hurried back to his room.
In the room, Zhou Zhiruo was indeed sleeping soundly.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji didn't know how to face her. Things had come to this point, and some things could no longer be explained.
Zhang Wuji sat gently beside Zhou Zhiruo, but he did not wake up the sleeping beauty for the time being.
It was not until half an hour later that Zhang Wuji patted her shoulder.
Zhiruo, wake up, it's time for us to set off.
"Zhou Zhiruo is different from Zhu'er. She already has the ability to protect herself. What's more, Zhang Wuji promised her that he would keep her by his side at all times. So Zhang Wuji must take her with him on this trip to Buliang Mountain. Otherwise, Zhou Zhiruo will be really angry."
Zhou Zhiruo gently opened her eyes: then she raised her jade hand and hit Zhang Wuji lightly.
You are so heartless, and you still remember to come back.
Zhang Wuji could only say nervously: Zhiruo, why don’t you beat me up first, and after you’ve vented your anger, we can set off.
Set off?
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned when she heard this. Didn’t we just come back yesterday? Where are we going now?
Zhang Wuji said softly: Go to Buliang Mountain and meet the man named Zhu Yuanzhang.
Zhou Zhiruo quickly stood up and said: You heartless man, why didn’t you inform me last night when you were going to Buliang Mountain today?
All you do is have fun with that little vixen. Also, don't think I don't know that Miss Han must have been sent by you.
She made me drink a whole bottle of wine last night, and now my head hurts.
Zhang Wuji wanted to explain something, but Zhou Zhiruo glared at him again.
Don't talk, I don't want to listen now, although I have guessed that something will happen between you and that little vixen.
But that doesn't mean I won't be angry. I don't want to talk to you until I calm down.
…
After breakfast, Zhang Wuji brought Zhou Zhiruo to the main hall of the Ming Cult.
Inside the hall were one hundred disciples who were loyal to the Ming Cult.
The moment they saw Zhang Wuji, they all knelt down.
See the leader.
Zhang Wuji waved his hand: Get up, everyone. I believe you already know the purpose of this trip, so I won’t waste any more words. But before we set off, I still have to make one statement.
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