Brother Wuji, your internal strength is already unfathomable. With the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Art, you can even sleep on ice.
You'll sleep on the floor tonight.
Zhang Wuji had to admire Zhou Zhiruo's intelligence. In such an environment, she was able to analyze her situation so thoroughly.
"She is all alone now. If I don't protect her, who else can?"
Zhang Wuji put the pillow on the ground and lay down.
That night, the two of them talked a lot, from their separation ten years ago to their current meeting, and told each other everything they had experienced in the past ten years.
During this period, Zhou Zhiruo did not hide anything, and Zhang Wuji was also completely honest with her.
But the only thing he didn't dare to say was what he and Zhu'er had done in the secret room not long ago.
He was too embarrassed to say that such a good girl was bullied by him into that state.
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Early in the morning, a woman said softly in front of the door: Sir, it's time to get up.
The elders are waiting for you to hold a meeting.
Zhang Wuji opened his eyes. This voice sounded so familiar.
Zhou Zhiruo also quickly opened her eyes: Go open the door.
Zhang Wuji said nervously: Sister Zhiruo, don’t you need to tidy up?
Zhou Zhiruo looked at him helplessly. Why did she dress so neatly? Did she want others to think that there was nothing going on between us?
She's just a maid, we're all girls, what should I be afraid of?
Zhang Wuji thought about it carefully and felt that what she said seemed to make sense.
Then he opened the door.
Miss Han! Why is it you?
Han Zhao said with a smile: Why can't it be me? I am just a maid.
She carefully glanced behind Zhang Wuji.
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo's shoulders were exposed, and she looked like she was about to put on her clothes.
Han Zhao's slightly obscene look did not escape Zhou Zhiruo's eyes.
Although they were both women, Zhou Zhiruo still gave her a cold look.
After receiving this look, Han Zhao immediately withdrew his gaze.
Young Master, go quickly, the elders of the Ming Cult are waiting for you.
Zhang Wuji looked at Han Zhao, thought for a moment, and said.
Miss Han, Sister Zhiruo is one of us. She doesn't know much about the affairs of the Ming Cult. Could you please take care of her?
One of our own? Han Zhao muttered softly.
Zhang Wuji quickly reiterated: Yes, they are our own people.
Han Zhao was also a smart person, and she immediately understood what Zhang Wuji meant.
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