Capítulo 1109: Chapter 1109: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 13)
Ming Xian suddenly sat up in bed.
He seemed to have heard a scream just now.
He listened closely, and outside was quiet, with people moving about, likely sect members, but no further strange screams were heard.
Was it an illusion?
Ming Xian raised his hand to his forehead, suddenly realizing something was wrong.
The events from before came rushing back like a tide.
A girl’s gentle kiss, her soft embrace…
Ming Xian immediately halted those thoughts, found the mask, and put it back on his face, covering the hideous scar.
After finishing his meal with a picky attitude, Chuzheng slowly walked in.
Upon seeing Chuzheng, the previous awkwardness and anger returned to Ming Xian’s heart, and he remained silent, holding his sword in a daze.
Anyway, he often did that; it wasn’t a problem.
When Ming Xian was in the Brahman Immortal Sect, his murderous aura was intimidating, but most of the time he was quiet.
Sitting alone in the small courtyard of the sect, seemingly indifferent to temperature, watching clouds, watching spring flowers, watching summer rain…
Chuzheng gathered these memories from the original owner’s mind, almost able to see that person, lonely in solitude.
“If you want someone to talk about your matters, I’m always here.”
Chuzheng set down a cup of tea.
Through the lingering smoke, Ming Xian lifted his gaze to meet Chuzheng’s clear eyes. His heart inexplicably jumped, as if through those eyes, he saw something…
Chuzheng slightly lowered her gaze and said softly, “I have other things to tell you.”
That Bai Ying explained some matters.
If he doesn’t speak, then she will do it for him.
If he speaks, she will reveal the truth and then do it for him.
My Good Person Card.
Always so pitiful.
Too tragic.
Ming Xian was dazed for a moment, then came back to his senses, hesitantly asking, “What… matters?”
Chuzheng’s hand fell on his head, gently rubbed twice, and leaned slightly forward to be at eye level: “Darling, one thing for another, it must be fair.”
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Ming Xian was stunned by being called darling.
He didn’t know when Chuzheng left, until the sect members came in to deliver food, and he finally came back to himself.
At night, Ming Xian’s mind was filled with Chuzheng’s voice.
He felt uncomfortable lying down or sitting up, carrying his sword while pacing back and forth in the room.
Just as Ming Xian was feeling irritated, he suddenly heard a slight sound.
His window was open, and the sound came from outside.
Someone was coming…
Ming Xian grasped his longsword tightly, quickly extinguished the room’s candlelight, and took a few steps to the window, looking down.
His room was not facing the street; it was a back alley.
There was no one in the alley.
Bang!
Someone smashed through the window, but Ming Xian was prepared. His longsword swung towards the intruder like it had eyes.
Almost simultaneously, Ming Xian heard noises coming from all around.
This place was surrounded!
“Demon Head, meet your death!”
Without inner strength, Ming Xian’s sword moves seemed powerless, unable to exert any lethal force, only barely holding off the opponent.
The sound of fighting drew closer, and the clashing noises and firelight gradually illuminated the area.
Ming Xian didn’t expect it to be so difficult to deal with such a small minion now, his heart hardened, disregarding any ‘Jun Bugu’, forcibly mobilizing his inner strength.
The terrifying murderous aura came crashing down; the opponent, caught off guard, was pierced by Ming Xian’s longsword.
Ming Xian kicked the person away.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Supporting himself with his sword, Ming Xian coughed softly.
The sound of something piercing the air came from behind; Ming Xian reacted swiftly, turning around to deflect with his sword.
“It’s you…”
Ming Xian recognized his attacker.
Liang Xuan sneered, “Sect Hierarch, aren’t you feeling unwell now?”
Ming Xian’s insides felt like they were on fire.
“If I had known back then that you drank it so easily, I would’ve had Chuzheng poison you heavily.”
Something struck Ming Xian’s heart.
“Did you tell her to drug me?”
Liang Xuan did not deny it.
“Why…did she listen to you?”
Right.
During that time, she was very close to Liang Xuan.
He had seen it many times, hadn’t he?
But he didn’t care at the time.
“For what other reason, she must be in love with me.” Liang Xuan looked at Ming Xian: “She drugged you, all for my sake.”
Ming Xian staggered back, unsteady.
Perhaps noticing Ming Xian’s change, Liang Xuan quickly understood something and began recounting in detail his past with Chuzheng to Ming Xian.
“How could a demon head like you ever have her by your side?”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
The suppressed blood surged up, his body swayed unsteadily, and without the support of his sword, he might have already fallen.
Liang Xuan probably didn’t expect this surprise outcome.
This demon head actually fell in love.
“Everything she did was for me.”
“Screw you!”
A cold female voice rang out behind him, followed by a sharp gust of wind, piercing through his body.
Liang Xuan’s expression froze.
Silver light flashed before his eyes, and everything began to disperse into countless silver rays.
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Damn it!
Chuzheng rewound back, still standing outside the door, listening to Liang Xuan say, ‘Everything she did was for me’.
Unable to bear it, Chuzheng killed him again.
As a result, she was forced to hear it for the third time.
[…Sister, stop tormenting yourself.] King’s Account felt that the young lady was really childish sometimes.
Chuzheng gave up on killing Liang Xuan a third time.
But it didn’t stop her from beating Liang Xuan away.
“Ming Xian…”
Ming Xian retreated backward, slowly looking up, his eyes completely dark, shrouded in a thick mist, obscuring his true emotions.
“I…”
This situation is really troublesome to explain!!
And even if she told the truth, he might not believe it!
Even she wouldn’t believe it if she were him.
Keep calm, Chuzheng, can I make him forget this?
King’s Account was a bit overwhelmed, this is your calm result?
[Young lady, please act properly.] Don’t be so inhumane, behave like a decent person.
Chuzheng felt this wasn’t the time to talk, took a few steps forward, and knocked Ming Xian unconscious.
Chuzheng caught the falling Ming Xian, giving Liang Xuan an eerie glance.
Liang Xuan lay in the corner, coughing up blood, shivering from Chuzheng’s look.
Chuzheng took Ming Xian out, instructing someone to watch over him, then casually picked up a sword to handle the intruders one by one.
Some people suddenly disappeared midway through the fight, and as their numbers dwindled, they began to panic.
Regardless of whether they were seniors or juniors, they gradually started to retreat.
But it was already too late now.
The sounds in the Drunken Red Pavilion gradually quieted down, with many people lying on the ground, and Brahman Immortal Sect members standing aside watching the show.
After finishing off the last person, Chuzheng went upstairs in a few steps.
But the place where she had settled Ming Xian was now empty.
“Where is he?”
The sect member who followed Chuzheng inside looked bewildered: “The Sect Hierarch woke up just now and said he was thirsty. I… I just went out to pour him some water…”
The sect member was still holding the water, appearing convincing.
The member didn’t expect the Sect Hierarch to run away either.
Chuzheng walked to the window in a few steps, looking down at the street now bustling with citizens who might’ve come out to watch the excitement.
But she didn’t see that snowy white figure.