Having said that, Zhao Min still picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Then, she picked up the apple and started to eat it in big mouthfuls.
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The next morning, Zhou Zhiruo was the first to open her eyes.
It was still the same carriage, and Zhang Wuji was still holding her tightly.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji was still sleeping soundly. Zhou Zhiruo didn't know how long she had slept, and she wanted to go outside to take a look.
Zhou Zhiruo carefully broke free from Zhang Wuji's arms.
After she put on her shoes, she jumped out of the carriage.
Zhou Zhiruo gently covered her chest and said, "Fortunately, the wound on my chest doesn't hurt so much anymore."
After seeing Zhou Zhiruo jump off the carriage, Zhao Linger and others hurriedly surrounded her and asked, "My dear sister, how is the young master?"
"Yes, you hugged my brother Wuji and slept for almost a day and a night. How is he now?"
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhu'er and said, "I hugged your brother Wuji? I didn't bother with him. He was the one who insisted on hugging me."
Zhu'er was stunned by Zhou Zhiruo's shameless words, but Zhao Linger and Han Zhao just smiled slightly.
Zhao Linger said: "Okay, Sister Zhou, please tell us how the young master is doing."
Only then did the expression on Zhou Zhiruo's face become serious.
She said: "Zhang Wuji has thirteen sword wounds of varying sizes on his body, but fortunately, they are all superficial injuries. With his level of cultivation, he will be fine after resting for ten days to half a month."
"But there is one thing I want to make clear in advance, that is, you can't let Zhang Wuji do whatever he wants before the sword wound on his body heals. If the wound opens again, it will be troublesome."
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