Inside the carriage, Zhang Wuji was lying in the middle.
He was so close to these two peerless beauties, feeling the crazy action in front of his eyes.
From time to time, someone's leg, or some other part of his body, would touch Zhang Wuji's body.
Zhang Wuji was extremely happy about this.
Zhang Wuji was delighted. Two peerless beauties were making a fuss in front of him, and some of them were even using some martial arts skills. Not everyone could see such a scene.
Gradually, Zhou Zhiruo could no longer bear it.
If she had a long sword in her hand, Zhou Zhiruo might have a chance to fight with Zhao Linger, but in this small space, she didn't dare to draw the long sword beside her, so how could she be Zhao Linger's opponent.
Just a moment later, Zhou Zhiruo was captured by Zhao Linger's grasping hands.
Zhou Zhiruo shouted angrily, "Old woman, you, you must let me go. You have gone too far. You dare to use your grappling skills on me in front of Zhang Wuji."
"Zhang Wuji, are you blind? If you don't take care of your new old woman, I will be really angry."
Zhang Wuji wanted to appreciate it for a while longer, but since Zhou Zhiruo had spoken, he could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Zhang Wuji took Zhou Zhiruo's hand and held her in his arms.
Zhao Linger was also a perceptive person. When Zhang Wuji grabbed Zhou Zhiruo, she let go of the hand that was holding Zhou Zhiruo.
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo was already in Zhang Wuji's arms.
In just a moment, Zhou Zhiruo's cheeks turned red with shame, a familiar feeling.
Zhang Wuji put his nose against her neck and took a few deep breaths.
Zhou Zhiruo quickly said: "You, don't go too far. The old woman bullied me just now and you didn't help me."
"Let go of your hand now. If you dare to touch me again, I will be really angry."
Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "Zhiruo is too petty. I haven't done anything yet, and she can't even touch me."
Zhang Wuji suddenly hardened his heart and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while. If you don't give me this face, I will be angry."
Zhou Zhiruo was surprised for a moment. She thought to herself, "Zhang Wuji has been getting bolder and bolder lately. He even dares to say such words to me in front of Zhao Linger."
Zhou Zhiruo originally wanted to have a few words with Zhang Wuji when she had nothing to do, but then she changed her mind and remembered that Zhao Linger was still by their side.
Zhou Zhiruo thought to herself, "Forget it. If I really quarrel with Zhang Wuji, Zhao Linger will laugh at me."
Zhou Zhiruo was helpless and could only close her eyes angrily.
But she still said somewhat unwillingly: "Considering that it is not easy for you to march and fight, I will give you this face today, but, but you can't go too far."
Zhang Wuji was delighted: "It's not excessive, it's not excessive. You are a man with self-control. If I say I won't do that kind of thing, I will definitely not do it."
Seeing this, Zhao Linger also lay down beside Zhang Wuji.
She is a generous woman and will not be jealous of Zhou Zhiruo over such trivial matters.
Zhang Wuji hugged Zhou Zhiruo tightly. He had endured it for many days, but there were some things that he could not do now. It started with emotion and ended with courtesy.
Zhang Wuji just held Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, as if he wanted to merge her into his blood.
Zhou Zhiruo also felt the infinite love in Zhang Wuji's heart.
At this moment, if Zhao Linger had not been by her side, she would have fallen into Zhang Wuji's arms.
Zhao Linger, who was lying beside her, suddenly felt a little empty in her heart after lying down.
She was a little envious of Zhou Zhiruo for being held tightly in Zhang Wuji's arms, but she also knew that she must not be jealous about such things, otherwise it would only embarrass Zhang Wuji.
After tossing and turning, Zhao Linger turned over and placed her hands and legs on Zhang Wuji's body.
She thought to herself, "I accept it. You can hug whoever you want, but the person who hugs you must be me."
That night, the three of them slept in a carriage just to avoid the cold.
Zhang Wuji was indeed very honest and he did not do anything too extreme.
The only flaw was that his hands had already quietly unbuttoned Zhou Zhiruo's shirt.
Zhou Zhiruo was fully aware of Zhang Wuji's little actions, as they were all within her expectations.
Just now, Zhou Zhiruo also felt a sense of emptiness in her heart, as if something was missing.
"But when Zhang Wuji's dishonest hand secretly reached into her clothes, Zhou Zhiruo felt at ease."
But this sense of steadiness made Zhou Zhiruo herself a little unbelievable.
She thought to herself, "When did I become like this? I let the man next to me take advantage of me, but I feel at ease."
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That night, all three of them slept soundly.
Zhang Wuji's nose was pressed against the back of Zhou Zhiruo's snow-white neck all night.
Every breath he exhaled made Zhou Zhiruo feel itchy, but this feeling was exactly what she expected.
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The next day, Zhou Zhiruo was the first to open her eyes.
She looked at the two people beside her, then looked at her current appearance. Zhou Zhiruo gave Zhang Wuji a resentful look.
She thought to herself, "Damn Zhang Wuji, what's wrong with your hands? How can they take off half of my clothes while I'm sleeping? The most important thing is that I'm completely unaware of this."
Zhou Zhiruo quickly straightened her clothes, then pushed Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger who was holding him in her arms.
"Hey, wake up both of you, it's already dawn."
Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger slowly opened their eyes.
At this moment, the three of them only knew that it was dawn, but no one knew the exact time.
Zhou Zhiruo first tidied up her clothes, and then put on the embroidered shoes beside her.
When Zhou Zhiruo lifted the curtain of the carriage, she was surprised to find that it was almost noon.
She cursed in her heart, "Why did I sleep so soundly last night?"
At this moment, the Ming Cult soldiers had already gathered spontaneously.
They stood in a neat row, about ten feet away from the carriage.
This group of people were all waiting for Zhang Wuji in the carriage.
Because Zhou Zhiruo was the first person to get off the carriage, at this moment, everyone's eyes were on Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhou Zhiruo really doesn't like other men looking at her.
Her eyebrows were raised, and a hint of murderous intent flashed from her eyes.
The waist-length black hair swayed even without wind.
With just a glance, Zhou Zhiruo made all the Ming Cult soldiers bow their heads in front of her.
This action of lowering the head was not done after thinking, but out of instinct.
All the Ming Cult soldiers were instinctively afraid of Zhou Zhiruo, afraid that this fairy from heaven would be so angry that she would make it difficult for them to die.
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