"What do you want in?" Tang Wanzhuang said with a blushing face outside, "This is a secret room. No one can enter if you don't open the door."
"Ah..." Zhao Changhe jumped out of bed and went over to open the door: "Forget about this, come in quickly."
Seeing that he seemed a little anxious, Tang Wanzhuang's face turned even redder.
What are you thinking, what do you think I am here to do...
As a result, Zhao Changhe closed the door, and the next sentence was: "How is your situation? You obviously vomited blood after the battle with Maitreya, and your face is as white as paper. If you don't have a good rest, what kind of work are you doing?"
Tang Wanzhuang simply didn't know how she felt, and said helplessly: "Someone has to be in charge, otherwise should I leave it to Wang Daozhong? Or Yang Jingxiu?"
"What now?"
"They're all gone. Yang Jingxiu left a message, hoping that you would attend his birthday next month..." Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes focused on his face for a long time, and then suddenly smiled: "It's obvious that he values you very much. , take it more seriously than me."
"Come on, now I just want to know how your injuries were treated. I'm afraid you'll die suddenly if you turn around."
Tang Wanzhuang burst into laughter: "It's not that exaggerated..."
But even so, her face was still obviously pale, showing an extremely unhealthy look, and she could even vaguely detect a wisp of black energy... After Zhao Changhe learned the Rejuvenation Technique, he also had a vague understanding of human medicine. , as soon as I saw it, I felt that something was wrong.
He grabbed Tang Wanzhuang's hand with a serious expression.
Tang Wanzhuang did not refuse and looked at him quietly.
Zhao Changhe held her hand. His hand was warm and soft, but icy cold. He had no intention of experiencing it and carefully probed into the true energy to feel it.
After careful inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the vomiting of blood, it was actually a shock injury after a normal confrontation with a strong person. Zhao Changhe had suffered too much of this kind of injury, and he basically didn't take it seriously. No wonder Tang Wanzhuang also looked relaxed and didn't take it seriously. thing.
And I have to say that her meridians are really thick and her Dantian is really wide...
Zhao Changhe's meridians, which had finally been expanded into a normal person, were like a child compared to him - in the true sense, a good practitioner is like Tang Wanzhuang. This is how he can practice any technique very fast, and his true energy explodes. The explosive power at that time was far better than that of Zhao Changhe, because the meridians had high tolerance.
In addition, the true energy was long and thick, as if it were endless, supporting her shaky body, so she was obviously injured and had to do a lot of work before she came back, as if nothing was wrong.
If it is normal, even if you were still coughing before, it is nothing serious. You can take some medicine and rest for two days and it will basically be fine.
But the thing is, this isn't her normal situation.
Zhao Changhe probed and probed, and his originally relaxed face slowly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Previously, she had suppressed the level of the third secret and not opened it... According to the blind man, the problem with her was not the lung meridian, but the soul, so Xia Longyuan had nothing to do with this problem. The so-called damage to the lung meridian can now be seen. In fact, she suppressed the power of the third secret, but the power could not be released. She had to use a meridian to "discharge", so this lung meridian was continuously washed away. Leading to severe damage to the lung meridian.
Originally, after another year and a half, it would be completely useless and there would be no more people...
But this time she tried to completely let go of the suppression, so instead of one meridian bearing the flood, it exploded in a big way. Killing Maitreya might solve the Xiangyang Incident in the short term, but it might also cause a surge of power to completely overwhelm her body, causing her to explode and die.
Fortunately, Zhao Changhe stopped her in time, and she only had time to open the thread.
This little bit alone has allowed her to crush Maitreya, who was originally on par.
But this same strand is rushing even more crazily against the already overwhelmed lung meridian. Now it looks like this lung meridian is like a rope that has been gnawed by rats, with pits everywhere, teetering on the verge of breaking at any time. If it could last for a year and a half originally, it may have to be halved again now.
Coupled with the shock injury and vomiting blood, it is even worse, and it may have to be reduced by half.
You have at most three months left to live! He was actually able to laugh, and he smiled so gently!
Zhao Changhe was furious and said angrily: "Do you know what's going on with your body?"
Tang Wanzhuang felt the strange feeling of rejuvenation in her body, which seemed to be healing the shock injury she had suffered just now, but the intensity was weak and of little significance. It felt like it could only heal a small cut. But he was still sending the supernatural power in vain, and there was no sign that he himself was injured at this time, and his shoulders were still bleeding...
He was cursing in his mouth and angry on his face, but he was healing in his hands. He was so anxious that he wanted to put all his strength into it.
Tang Wanzhuang laughed again and said softly: "I know."
"Then you are still laughing?" Zhao Changhe said anxiously: "I can't cure it with my little methods!"
"What does it matter?" Tang Wanzhuang whispered: "Life lasts only one autumn. If you can do what you want to do and see the situation slowly getting better, then what else can you be dissatisfied about?"
"How has the situation gotten better? Maitreya has run away, the south is undecided, and the north is going to be chaotic again. Don't you know what Wang Daozhong is doing!"
"But..." Tang Wanzhuang whispered: "Now...I have you..."
Zhao Changhe stared at her with wide eyes.
Tang Wanzhuang raised her head and looked at each other, her eyes filled with water, unable to see the true meaning clearly.
Zhao Changhe's voice turned cold: "Is this how you see it?"
Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips and did not answer.
Zhao Changhe said coldly: "I said I'm here because I feel sorry for you. If you weren't in the world, why would I do these things?"
Tang Wanzhuang shook her head slightly: "You will do it because you can't stand it."
Zhao Changhe was furious: "Believe it or not, as soon as you die, I will immediately join the Four Symbols Sect, and I will be the leader of the rebellion!"
"It doesn't matter. At that time, you were still doing things to make the world better..."
Zhao Changhe suddenly got stuck. He knew that Tang Wanzhuang was right.
But the anger still lingered in his eyes.
You have found your inheritance and are even connected to the general trend. Maybe you can do better than you, so you can die with peace of mind, right?
I am only like this in your eyes...and what do you think you are?
"If you don't even respect your own life, don't talk about respecting the world. It sounds too vain." Zhao Changhe finally spoke, but his tone became calmer: "Actually, if you think you are dead, I will do what you want." It’s too optimistic to expect things to happen.”
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him quietly.
In fact, she herself didn't know how much she really meant what she said... It couldn't be cured anyway, so how could she say otherwise?
Say I'm sad, say I can't bear it, and then let him watch him die in pain and despair?
So why bother.
But now seeing his calm look filled with anger, Tang Wanzhuang felt equally sad.
But what can be done? Your Majesty can't cure it, and your methods are of no avail, so what can you do?
But Zhao Changhe said: "Do you know, if it weren't for Yue Hongling, there might not be Zhao Changhe who is a chivalrous and righteous man. He would only be a gangster, gathering the banner of doing justice for heaven, doing things in the green forest, and being bloodthirsty. Violent.”
Tang Wanzhuang's eyes moved slightly.
"And do you know that without Tang Wanzhuang, Zhao Changhe might have been the second Xia Longyuan?" Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Many people have said this about me before, even Yang Yang, who is inexperienced in human affairs, can see it. When I came out, I spoke the Zhaocuo dialect and watched the world with cold eyes, as if you were just people in the book, and all the joys and sorrows had nothing to do with me... I don't believe it, can't you see it?"
Tang Wanzhuang finally said: "Yes. It can be seen, but it is no longer the case..."
"Who did I get involved in?" Zhao Changhe said loudly, "Can't you tell?"
Zhao Wangtang.
It seemed like everything had been revealed a long time ago.
Tang Wanzhuang lowered her head slightly and whispered: "You and I have a date...it doesn't involve men and women...you promise that you are not interested in me."
"Don't believe me, am I here for your beauty?" Zhao Changhe said coldly: "It's just because there is such a person that makes me feel that there is light in this troubled world. But have you ever thought about it, if this person gives My example is to end in a bad death, do you think I will continue to do it?"
Tang Wanzhuang was stunned. She had never thought that she would get an answer from this angle.
"Those who work for everyone should not freeze to death in the snow." Zhao Changhe finally softened his voice and said slowly: "Whether it is public spirit or chivalry, such a person should not die a good death... Maybe some people say, then It’s so profound, I want to say fuck you, it’s so profound, I just want a fairy tale, I’m only willing to work for a perfect fairy tale, and don’t want to work for half a life and have to shatter the illusion.”
Tang Wanzhuang's heart moved, as if something hit her, causing ripples in circles.
Fairy tale...
Who is not an idealist...
"You only care about your ideals. Have you ever thought that you are destroying my ideals? Or in your eyes, this bear's ideals are not worth mentioning?"
Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "It's not like that."
"You may not know what a man whose ideals are shattered looks like." Zhao Changhe seemed not to hear, looking up and down her exquisite body: "Who can't just care about yourself and be happy? I want to be happy too. You You’re about to die, why don’t you give me some pleasure before you die?”
Even though she knew that he was irritating the general, Tang Wanzhuang still raised her eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to slap him in the face.
Zhao Changhe had expected it, and he struck like lightning, grabbing her wrist: "It's so injured, and you're still pretending to be a big clove of garlic."
"Bang!" He took a step forward, and Tang Wanzhuang felt a surge of force. He took a step back, and her back hit the secret room door.
Zhao Changhe lowered his head to her pale lips and whispered: "Zhao Changhe without Tang Wanzhuang may be like this in the future... You don't want to see this leader either, right?"
Tang Wanzhuang didn't know whether she was angry or laughing when she heard this, but this overwhelming look really made her panic for no reason. She couldn't help but said weakly: "I told you it's not like that..."
"Just because it can't be cured? That's why you say things like breaking the pot and throwing it away?"
"It's just because it can't be cured."
"Want to cure it?"
"...I want to cure it."
"Okay, please cooperate." Zhao Changhe said, suddenly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely on the lips.
Tang Wanzhuang was kissed unexpectedly, and her mind suddenly went blank.
What's going on? Didn't I say that it wasn't like that? Didn't you understand that I said that out of spite?
Why did they kiss her anyway?
(End of chapter)
