Zhao Min's words left Zhang Wuji speechless.
"Because what Zhao Min said was all true. If it weren't for my sneak attack on Longcheng, the situation in the Yuan Dynasty would be much better than it is now."
At the very least, Zhao Min doesn't have to transfer the troops from Jiangnan back to Dadu.
This series of chain reactions were all caused by Zhang Wuji.
Looking at Zhang Wuji's speechless expression, Zhao Min sneered again.
"What's wrong, Zhang Wuji? Are you speechless? You and I are in different camps. It is only natural for me to kill Zhou Zhiruo."
Zhang Wuji's eyes were filled with endless murderous intent, and he said again word by word: "Zhou Zhiruo cannot be killed."
These six words are Zhang Wuji's final bottom line.
Zhao Min continued to sneer: "Can't kill? I must try today..."
The icy edge of the Yitian Sword was already pressing tightly against Zhou Zhiruo's snow-white neck.
A trace of bright red floated down.
The murderous aura on Zhang Wuji's body more than doubled again.
He stared with bloodshot eyes and said again: "Zhou Zhiruo cannot be killed. If she dies, I will not live alone. But before I die, I will definitely take you away."
There was no fear in Zhao Min's heart.
She even felt that Zhang Wuji was quite funny at this moment.
Zhao Min sneered and put her lips close to Zhou Zhiruo's ear: "Look, how much your man cares about you. So tell me, do you want to die?"
Zhao Min's words to Zhou Zhiruo were full of endless irony.
She actually asked Zhou Zhiruo directly whether she wanted to die.
"Some people in this world don't want to live, but no one is not afraid of death, especially those who have something they care about."
Coincidentally, Zhou Zhiruo is the kind of person who has things on her mind. She is not afraid of death, but she really hasn't lived enough. She has been lonely for half her life, and she hasn't had enough of the days with Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji has made all the preparations.
At this moment, as long as Zhao Min didn't kill Zhou Zhiruo, he could accept any conditions, but if Zhao Min killed Zhou Zhiruo, he was also ready to die with Zhao Min.
Zhao Min still ignored Zhang Wuji, who was on the verge of a rage, and she still whispered in Zhou Zhiruo's ear.
"Zhou Zhiruo, you haven't answered my question yet. Do you want to die? My patience is limited. Please answer my question quickly."
Zhou Zhiruo was still crying. After all, she was just a girl in her early twenties. No matter how strong she was in normal times, she always had the fragile side of a young woman.
"I don't want to die," Zhou Zhiruo's voice was almost too soft to be heard.
But Zhao Min still heard it clearly.
Zhao Min was very happy. Zhou Zhiruo's words, "I don't want to die," were equivalent to begging for mercy from Zhao Min.
Zhao Min's other hand quietly placed on Zhou Zhiruo's waist.
Immediately, a piercing pain swept through every nerve of Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhou Zhiruo was in so much pain that she felt like she was about to die.
But Zhou Zhiruo didn't say anything else.
Zhao Min said in her ear again: "Zhou Zhiruo, you are very beautiful. Even I can't bear to kill you because of your beauty. But remember what I said. If we can meet again in this life, you have to respect me. At the very least, don't speak nonsense to me."
Then, Zhao Min pushed Zhou Zhiruo hard on the shoulder and said, "Zhang Wuji, you are so lucky. I won't kill her today. Get out of here now."
Zhao Min flew up and went to another battlefield.
She laughed wildly and waved the sword in her hand.
Wherever they went, the soldiers of the Ming Cult were killed without a complete body.
…
Zhang Wuji quickly hugged Zhou Zhiruo in his arms: "Zhiruo, Zhiruo, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"
Zhou Zhiruo cried and said, "I, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I embarrassed you."
Zhang Wuji stared into Zhou Zhiruo's eyes and said word by word: "Zhiruo, you have done very well. Your being alive is the greatest gift from God to me. The soldiers of Longcheng have already broken out."
"You are injured now and need to leave here immediately. You and Zhao Linger go to Jinyang and wait for me first. Be obedient."
Then, Zhang Wuji put his hand around Zhou Zhiruo's waist.
Zhang Wuji held her and flew up.
Zhou Zhiruo felt a piercing pain in her waist again.
But she didn't dare show it in front of Zhang Wuji. Cold sweat flowed down Zhou Zhiruo's pale cheeks.
It’s a pity that Zhang Wuji didn’t notice all this.
Zhang Wuji held Zhou Zhiruo in his arms and flew to Zhao Linger's side.
After seeing Zhang Wuji, Zhao Linger was very excited.
"Young Master, you are finally back."
Zhang Wuji didn't waste any time and sent Zhou Zhiruo to Zhao Linger.
He said to Zhao Linger very seriously: "Sister, Zhiruo is injured, and you are injured too. Be obedient and take Zhiruo to Jinyang first. You go ahead and I will be there last."
Zhao Linger wanted to say something, but Zhang Wuji said to her, "Be obedient."
Zhao Linger said nothing more. She sheathed the two swords in her hands, and then she took Zhou Zhiruo away from the battlefield.
After seeing the two of them leave, Zhang Wuji also let out a long sigh.
After the two women left, he no longer had any worries.
The long sword in Zhang Wuji's hand once again swept over with the momentum of a whirlwind.
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On the other side, when Zhao Min was having fun killing, Duan Zihao, sweating profusely, appeared in front of her.
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