Chuzheng went into the house to find an umbrella, Ming envied her single clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked at her with cold eyes.
"Who is outside?"
"have no idea."
Chuzheng found the umbrella and went out with it: "Go to sleep, they won't disturb you."
Then the door closed.
Mingxian: "…"
He was silent for a while, then rolled over and fell asleep.
The sound of the rain was mixed with the sound of fighting, swords and swords flashed through Mingxian's mind, he got into the quilt and wrapped his whole body.
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Chuzheng walked into the rain with an umbrella.
boom—
Lightning pierced through the sky, and the sudden light illuminated this side of the world. Chuzheng could also see who was besieged in the middle.
She is thinking about the person to catch - Han Qiqi.
The bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella, crackling like a tune with a clear rhythm.
Chuzheng stepped on the rainwater and walked slowly from the bluestone slab.
"Do you need help?"
Her voice passed through the rain curtain, through the dark night, and fell into Han Qiqi's ears.
Han Qiqi turned her head sharply, and suddenly saw the little girl standing in the rain curtain, holding an umbrella, her moon-white clothes, like a gleam of white light in the dark night.
The people who besieged Hanqiqi were also surprised.
They didn't find out when the man approached.
"You promise to do me a favor, and I will save you." Chuzheng said slowly when they were stunned.
Han Qiqi clutched her arms in embarrassment, her body tensed, alert to the people around her: "Are you talking to me?"
"if not?"
The rain screen blurred her vision, and Han Qiqi asked her in the falling rain, "What if I don't agree?"
"You are arguing with my people." Chuzheng moved her umbrella, revealing her face completely, and the flash of lightning illuminated her cold eyes: "I will kill you all."
That sentence doesn't sound like a joke.
Han Qiqi didn't know how to react.
Save her by agreeing to her terms.
Kill her if she doesn't agree.
How is this different from forced persecution? !
The people who besieged Hanqiqi took a few steps back inexplicably, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.
A little girl, what are they afraid of
"Don't be a bitch!" One of them pointed at Chuzheng: "Those who are sensible, hurry up and get out!"
As soon as the man's voice fell, he flew out and slammed into the wall with a 'bang'.
No one saw how she moved her hand.
The group of people who besieged Hanqiqi were horrified in their hearts, and they dared not act rashly for a while.
Han Qiqi laughed: "Okay, I promise you."
The rain became louder and louder, and in the rain curtain that formed a line, it seemed that some beast was dormant.
The group of people was uneasy, but they finally shouted: "Go!"
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Hanqiqi limped along with Chuzheng across the courtyard and into the corridor.
Han Qiqi glanced back: "Those people..."
"Someone will clean it up." Chuzheng put away her umbrella with a cold and indifferent tone.
Han Qiqi remembered her. The last time she was on the street, she touched Liang Xuan.
Unexpectedly, they will meet again.
Still the same scene.
Chuzheng pushed open a door and motioned her to go in: "Don't bark if you're okay, don't bark if you have something."
Han Qiqi: "… "
When can I call
Han Qiqi entered the house: "I have clothes..."
boom.
The door has been closed.
Han Qiqi stood at the door, the water on her body dripped straight to the ground, but after a while, a pool of water had gathered on the ground.
-
Han Qiqi suffered a serious internal injury, and adjusted her breath all night. Although she got better, she was still a little weak.
Han Qiqi found the kitchen outside and boiled the medicine.
When the chef came, what he saw was a girl in blue, squatting on the ground and making medicine...
"You... who are you?"
Han Qiqi turned her head and looked at the opponent's next plate subconsciously. Seeing that the opponent's footsteps were frivolous, not like a martial artist, she withdrew her vigilance a bit: "Are you the servant of this house?"
In this huge house, after Han Qiqi got up today, he didn't see a living person.
This is the first living person.
Chef: "No, I'm the cook."
"… "
Isn't a cook a servant
The chef is suspicious: "Who are you?"
Han Qiqi said, "I live here temporarily."
The chef is an honest person, and he can't think of too many things. Seeing Han Qiqi's calm and calm appearance, he is cooking medicine again, just as Chuzheng's friend.
"How many people live here?"
While preparing breakfast, the chef said, "Just Miss Chuzheng and a son."
"No one else?"
"Gone."
The chef didn't see anyone anyway.
Han Qiqi smelled the food, and her stomach began to growl. She glanced at the chef and found that the chef made a lot of breakfast.
"You don't say there are only two people, how can you make so many breakfasts?" Han Qiqi was suspicious.
"That young man is picky, do more for him to choose." Sometimes a busy morning may not allow him to have a bite.
Han Qiqi: "… "
Han Qiqi finished drinking the medicine by herself, and when the chef went to deliver breakfast, she followed behind him and went all the way.
She saw the girl from last night from a distance, sitting on the promenade, her moon-white skirt waving on the ground.
The chef took a few steps: "Girl..."
Chu Zheng didn't lift his head: "Send them all in."
The chef nodded and walked towards a room.
Han Qiqi walked to Chuzheng and sat across from her: "Thank you last night."
Although the way she rescued her last night was a bit strange, it was not unacceptable.
After all, at that time, she really couldn't hold it anymore.
"It's just a deal."
Chuzheng said so, Han Qiqi also naturally followed: "What do you want me to do?"
"Help me see someone."
Han Qiqi stared at Chuzheng and suddenly remembered that Liang Xuan had called her by her name before.
Although the name Hanqiqi is not yet a household name, it is still somewhat famous in the arena.
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The chef came out of the room with a little joy on his face: "That young man drank a bowl of porridge."
Chuzheng asked, "What kind of porridge?"
"Just... white porridge."
He had prepared several kinds of porridge, but he chose the bowl of white porridge.
"En." Chu Zheng asked the chef to go down and brought Han Qiqi in.
Mingxian sat at the table drinking porridge, Han Qiqi went in, he put his hand next to him and immediately put it on the sword.
Seeing Chu Zheng first, he glanced at it, let go of his hand on the sword, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.
Han Qiqi's surprised voice sounded: "Ming Xian!"
Chuzheng looked back at her: "Know?"
Han Qiqi blinked innocently: "It's not strange to know famous people in the world, right?"
"Most of the people who have seen him are dead. Knowing his name may not necessarily recognize his appearance."
Mingxian moved slightly.
He swept towards Chuzheng from the corner of his eye, Chuzheng was standing sideways, looking at Han Qiqi with coldness in his eyes.
Ming Xian moved his fingertips, and lowered his head after a while, if no one else continued to compete with the bowl of white porridge.
"I'm fortunate to have met once." Han Qiqi smiled on her pretty face: "Isn't this okay?"
Chu Zheng's eyes met her, Han Qiqi did not shy away from her, and looked very calm.