Chapter 6

"Who!" Different from Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo is a first-class master at this time. She immediately sits up and stares at each other's back, holding the nine Yin white bone claw in her hand, ready to go.

"Zhiruo, it's me." The masked man turned back and pulled down his mask. He was Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming religion.

"I don't know what master Zhang wants to do when he breaks into my wife's bedroom in the middle of the night!" Although Zhou Zhiruo's tone is cold, the whole body's energy is still slowly dispersing. It's really unnecessary to take precautions against Zhang Wuji.

"Zhiruo, other people don't know about your husband and wife. I don't know yet." Zhang Wuji looked at the two people sleeping in separate beds and said softly.

Seeing that he knew that he and song Qingshu were not married, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't tell for a moment whether she was happy or angry, so she had to say in a cold voice, "we don't need to worry about our husband and wife."

Zhang Wuji walked over slowly and said with a bitter smile: "Zhiruo, I know you must be angry with me for not coming to you for so many days. However, after the first world war with Sandu, I was possessed. I've been combing the scattered Qi these days..."

"Oh? How are you now ~ "Zhou Zhiruo's eyebrow picked, but he didn't wait for his answer. He grabbed his wrist anxiously to explore his pulse.

"I've been forced down. The order of the holy fire and the great change of heaven and earth are really strange martial arts from the western regions. If I'm not careful, I'm easy to fall into the devil." In the face of Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji does not have the slightest sense of defense from people in the Wulin, and lets her grasp her own pulse.

"No wonder your breath is much weaker now." Zhou Zhiruo thinks that Zhang Wuji is a little different from before, but he thinks it's the sequela of being possessed, and he doesn't pay much attention to it.

"Zhiruo, you still care about me as much as you did when you were young." Zhang Wuji was moved and held her hands affectionately.

Thinking of their first meeting on the Han River, Zhou Zhiruo seems to be in a dream. When she looks up, she sees Zhang Wuji's eyes gazing at her affectionately.

They never thought that song Qingshu, who was supposed to be in a coma in bed, was looking at all this coldly. It turned out that after he was punctured, several channels of Qi left by nameless on him reacted and made him wake up from his lethargy. But after all, it was just the residual Qi left by nameless in order to nourish his meridians. Zhang Wuji was also a great master in the world, How can the rest of the acupoints not be opened? Song Qingshu is not able to move except his consciousness.

Watching Zhou Zhiruo affectionately, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but lower his head and kiss him.

Looking at Zhang Wuji's face getting closer and closer to her, Zhou Zhiruo had the feeling that her heart beat faster and faster. At this moment, she knew that her unforgettable love for Zhang Wuji could not be forgotten in her life.

Suddenly thinking that she had become someone else's wife, Zhou Zhiruo felt a sharp pain in her heart. She twisted her head to one side and pushed Zhang Wuji's chest open. She took the opportunity to step back three feet, with crystal clear tears in her eyes. She looked at him angrily: "you've got your princess, and I've been married as someone else's wife. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Zhang Wuji shook his head painfully. "I really love you. I can't bear to be a passer-by with you from now on."

Hear Zhang Wuji say love her, Zhou Zhiruo heart a jump, bite lips: "that Zhao Min?"

"I love you, too!" Song Qingshu didn't expect that Zhang Wuji, who has always been indecisive emotionally, was so simple this time. Zhou Zhiruo was also angry and laughed: "what are you coming to me for?"

Zhang Wuji tore open his coat, revealing the scars on his chest left by Yitian sword: "Zhiruo, your figure, just like that Yitian sword, is forever engraved on my heart. My heart for you has never changed. When I heard that you and elder martial brother song were getting married, I wanted to die."

Seeing the faint scar on his chest, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the girl's heartbreak when she stabbed the sword on the top of Guangming. For a moment, she was filled with emotion and sighed: "why didn't you come to rob the bride? Do you know that I gambled with Qingshu on whether you would come to rob me, but I lost. " He said with a sad smile.

"At that time, I was too stupid to think that elder martial brother song loved you so much that you would be very happy after you got married." Zhang Wuji stretched out her hand to hold Zhou Zhiruo in her arms. She subconsciously stepped back and said, "until you get married, my heart is like a knife every day. Then I know that I can't let you in front of love."

The other party has never confided in front of her like today. Zhou Zhiruo's heart reads Chen Za five times at a time. He is very happy, but he thinks of his identity at this time. He can't help but say bitterly, "what's the use of saying this at this time? I'm already Mrs. song."

"You don't have a name at all!" Zhang Wuji said angrily, "in my heart, you will always be the kind girl on the edge of the Han River." He stretched out his thumb to brush the tears on her cheek. As a result, Zhou Zhiruo stepped back.

Zhang Wuji continued to move forward. Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were confused for a moment. He bit his teeth and resolutely stepped back. His mind was confused. He didn't notice his feet. He didn't know what he was stumbling over. He lost his balance and fell on the bed behind him.

"Be careful!" Zhang Wuji called lightly, rushed to help her, but was subconsciously blocked by Zhou Zhiruo. They lost their balance and went to bed.

Because the table in the room is blocked, song Qingshu doesn't know what happened just now. He only sees that Zhou Zhiruo seems to recommend herself to the bed, and Zhang Wuji immediately presses it up. In his anger, a mouthful of blood rushes up to his throat. Because of the early recovery of his serious injury, he suddenly faints.

Two people fall on the bed, look at each other, a silent ambiguous mood radiates.

Looking at Zhang Wuji's hand slowly approaching his waist ribbon, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly wakes up, blocks it with her hand, sits up and hesitates: "no, Qingshu, he..." she wants to have a look at her husband lying opposite, but Zhang Wuji blocks her and can't see her at all.

"Don't worry. I've ordered the acupoints all over his body. He won't know." Zhang Wuji is very confident in his own skills, and has no intention of turning back. He has no idea that the two people's actions just now have fallen into song Qingshu's eyes.

After hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Zhou Zhiruo's mind flashed a trace of loss. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji put her hand aside and pulled the bow of her belt. Just as she was about to pull it gently, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly came back to her senses and jumped out of bed.

Grab the tea cup on the table, a cup of water directly splashed on Zhang Wuji's face, Zhou Zhiruo looked back at her husband in a coma on the bed, silver teeth bite: "Zhang Wuji, also hope you self-respect."

Zhang Wuji a Zheng, tea from his cheek slip, drop by drop on the bedding, embarrassed to look at Zhou Zhiruo.

"Why don't you hide?" Turn around to see his embarrassed appearance, Zhou Zhiruo some can't bear in the heart, soft voice asks a way.

"I am the one who has offended you. This cup of tea is nothing." Zhang Wuji wiped the tea on his face and said with a bitter smile.