"What do you want to ask me to come in?" Tang Wanzhuang blushed outside and said angrily, "This is a secret room. No one can come in unless you open the door."
"Ah..." Zhao Changhe jumped off the bed and went to open the door: "Forget about that, come in."
Seeing that he seemed a little anxious, Tang Wanzhuang's face turned even redder.
What are you thinking about? What do you think I am doing here
As a result, Zhao Changhe closed the door, and the next sentence was: "How are you? You vomited blood after the battle with Maitreya, and your face is as pale as paper. Why are you forcing yourself to preside over the work instead of taking a good rest?"
Tang Wanzhuang had no idea what she was feeling, and said helplessly, "Someone has to host it. Should we hand it over to Wang Daozhong? Or Yang Jingxiu?"
"What now?"
"They've all left. Yang Jingxiu did leave a message, hoping that you'd attend his birthday party next month..." Tang Wanzhuang stared at his face for a long while, then suddenly smiled and said, "It's obvious that he values you very much, even more than he values me."
"Let's talk about it later. I just want to know how badly you've been injured. I'm afraid you'll die if I turn my head back."
Tang Wanzhuang burst out laughing: "How can it be so exaggerated..."
But having said that, her face was still noticeably pale, revealing an extremely unhealthy look, and one could even faintly detect a wisp of black energy... After Zhao Changhe learned the Rejuvenation Technique, he also had a vague understanding of human medicine, and he felt frightened as soon as he saw that something was wrong.
He grabbed Tang Wanzhuang's hand with a serious look.
Tang Wanzhuang did not refuse and looked at him quietly.
Zhao Changhe held her hand, which was warm and soft, but icy cold. He had no intention of experiencing it at all, and carefully probed into his true Qi to sense it.
After a closer look, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the vomiting of blood, it was actually the normal concussion injury after facing a strong opponent. Zhao Changhe himself had suffered too many such injuries and basically did not take it seriously. No wonder Tang Wanzhuang also looked relaxed and did not take it seriously.
And I have to say, her meridians are really thick and her dantian is really wide...
Compared with this, Zhao Changhe, whose meridians had been widened with great difficulty to become normal, was like that of a child - a person with a truly good physique is someone like Tang Wanzhuang, who could practice any technique very quickly, and the explosive power when his true qi burst out was far greater than that of Zhao Changhe, because his meridians had a high tolerance.
In addition, her true Qi was long and strong, as if endless, protecting her crumbling body. So even though she was injured, she still presided over a lot of work before coming back, and she seemed to be fine.
If it is a normal situation, even if you were coughing before, it is no big deal. You will basically be fine after taking some medicine and resting for two days.
But the thing is, she's not in a normal situation right now.
As Zhao Changhe continued to investigate, his face, which had originally relaxed, slowly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot again.
Previously, she had suppressed the level of the third secret treasure and did not open it... According to the blind man, her problem was not with the lung meridian, but with the soul, so Xia Longyuan had no way to deal with this problem. The so-called damage to the lung meridian, now it can be seen that she was actually suppressing the power of the third secret treasure, but the power could not be released, so she had to use a meridian to "release the flood", so she kept flushing this lung meridian, causing serious damage to the lung meridian.
Originally, I could have survived for another year or two, but then I would have been completely ruined and would have been gone…
This time she tried to completely release the suppression, so it would not be a meridian that could withstand the flood, but a massive explosion. It might kill Maitreya in the short term and resolve the Xiangyang Incident, but it might also cause the surging 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 it a little bit.
This little bit alone was enough to allow her to crush Maitreya, who was originally evenly matched with her.
But this same strand of water even more crazily washed the already overloaded lung meridian. Now it looked like a rope gnawed by a mouse, with holes everywhere, shaky and ready to break at any time. If it could have been able to withstand a year or two before, now it might be reduced by half.
Coupled with the vomiting of blood from the concussion, it is even worse, and the situation may have to be reduced by half.
You have at most three months left to live! You can actually still smile, and your smile is so gentle!
Zhao Changhe was so angry that he said, "Do you know what's wrong with your body?"
Tang Wanzhuang felt the strange rejuvenation in her body, as if it was healing her concussion, but the power was weak and basically meaningless, it felt like it was just healing a small cut at most. But he still sent the strange power in in vain, not showing that he was also injured at this time, and his shoulder was still bleeding...
He was cursing and showing anger on his face, but his hands were healing, and he was so anxious that he wanted to put all his strength into it.
Tang Wanzhuang laughed again and said softly, "I know."
"Then why are you laughing?" Zhao Changhe said anxiously: "My methods are useless!"
"What does it matter?" Tang Wanzhuang whispered, "Life is short, and plants and trees are withered in autumn. I can do what I want to do, and watch the situation slowly get better, so why should I be dissatisfied?"
"How has the situation improved? Maitreya has escaped, the south is unsettled, and the north is about to be in chaos again. Don't you have any idea what Wang Daozhong is doing?"
"But..." Tang Wanzhuang whispered, "Now... I already have you..."
Zhao Changhe stared at her with his eyes wide open.
Tang Wanzhuang looked up and looked back at him, her eyes full of tears and her true meaning could not be seen clearly.
Zhao Changhe's voice turned cold: "Is that what you think?"
Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips and did not answer.
Zhao Changhe said coldly: "I said I was here because I felt sorry for you. If you didn't exist 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 a better place..."
Zhao Changhe was suddenly stuck. He knew that Tang Wanzhuang was right.
But there was still anger in his eyes.
You have found the inheritance, and even the great power is connected to you. Maybe someone can do better than you, so you can leave this world with peace of mind, right
I am just this in your eyes... and what do you think you are
"If you don't even respect your own life, don't even talk about respecting the world. It sounds too frivolous." Zhao Changhe finally spoke, but his tone became calm: "Actually, you think that if you die, I will do things according to your expectations, which is a bit too optimistic."
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him quietly.
In fact, she herself didn't know how much of what she said was true... Anyway, there was no cure, so how else to say it
Say that I'm sad, say that I can't bear to let him go, and then let him watch himself die in pain and despair
Why bother
But now seeing his calm expression mixed with anger, Tang Wanzhuang felt sad as well.
But what can you do? Your Majesty can't cure it, and your little trick is also a drop in the bucket, what can you do
But Zhao Changhe said: "Do you know that if there was no Yue Hongling, there might not be the chivalrous Zhao Changhe. He would only be a bandit, holding the banner of justice for the heavens, doing the things that the outlaws do, and being bloodthirsty and violent."
Tang Wanzhuang's eyes moved slightly.
"And do you know that if there was no Tang Wanzhuang, Zhao Changhe might be the second Xia Longyuan?" Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Many people have said this about me before. Even Yangyang, who is not familiar with the world, can see that I speak in Zhaocuo dialect and observe the world with cold eyes, as if you are just people in the book, and all the joys and sorrows have nothing to do with me... I don't believe it, can't you see it?"
Tang Wanzhuang finally said: "Yes. I can see it, but it's not the case anymore..."
"Who is the reason why I got into this game?" Zhao Changhe asked loudly, "Can't you see it?"
Zhao Wangtang.
It seemed as if everything had been revealed long ago.
Tang Wanzhuang lowered her head slightly and whispered, "You and I have an appointment... It doesn't involve men and women... You promised that you have no interest in me."
"Don't believe me. Am I doing this for your beauty, Auntie?" Zhao Changhe said coldly, "It's just because there is such a person who makes me feel that there is light in this chaotic world. But have you ever thought about this? If this person sets an example for me and ends up with a bad death, do you think I would still be willing to continue doing this?"
Tang Wanzhuang was stunned. She had never thought that she would get an answer from this angle.
“Those who carry firewood for the public should not freeze to death in the snow.” Zhao Changhe finally softened his voice and said slowly: “No matter if it is public-spirited or chivalrous, such a person should not die a miserable death… Maybe some people say that’s profound, I want to say fuck your profoundness, I just want a fairy tale, I’m only willing to work hard for a perfect fairy tale, and I don’t want to toil for half my life only to have an illusion that is shattered.”
Tang Wanzhuang's heart moved, as if something hit her heart, causing ripples.
Fairy tale
Who isn't an idealist
"You only care about your ideals. Have you ever thought that you are destroying my ideals? Or in your eyes, the ideals of this bear are not worth mentioning?"
Tang Wanzhuang blurted out: "It's not like that."
"You may not know what a man with shattered ideals looks like." Zhao Changhe looked up and down at her slender body as if he hadn't heard her. "Who wouldn't want to have fun just for themselves? I want to have fun too. You're going to die soon, why don't you give me some fun before you die?"
Even though she knew that he was just saying these words out of anger and provoking her, Tang Wanzhuang still raised her eyebrows and subconsciously wanted to slap him in the face.
Zhao Changhe had expected this, and with lightning speed, he grabbed her wrist and said, "You're already injured like this, and you're still pretending to be so arrogant."
"Bang!" He took a step forward. Tang Wanzhuang felt a strong force coming and was pushed back a step, with her back hitting the door of the secret room.
Zhao Changhe lowered his head to her pale lips and whispered, "Zhao Changhe without Tang Wanzhuang may be like this in the future... Master, you don't want to see it, right?"
Tang Wanzhuang didn't know whether to be angry or amused, but this overwhelming feeling made her feel uneasy for no reason, and she couldn't help but said weakly: "I told you it's not like that..."
"Just because it can't be cured? So you're just throwing in the towel?"
“It’s just because it can’t be cured.”
"Want to be cured?"
“… I want to cure it.”
"Okay, then you cooperate with me." Zhao Changhe said, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.
Tang Wanzhuang was caught off guard and was kissed, and her mind suddenly went blank.
What's going on? Didn't I tell you that it wasn't like that? Didn't you also understand that I was just saying that because I was desperate
Why did they kiss again
(End of this chapter)