Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 258 Getting deeper and deeper
Snap, Snap————

Fine raindrops sank into the river surface, and also continuously hit the endless reeds on both sides of the river bank.

Less than ten feet to the side of the reeds were calf-high weeds and rough roads.

The man in a green shirt and a bamboo hat stood in the middle of the road several feet apart from the man with a broadsword on his shoulder. The night wind brought raindrops that fell on his clothes and hat, and then gathered into small streams of water and sprinkled down along the edge of the hat.

During this period, Zhao Wumian asked Wei Hetong about many things in Shu, including the deeds of the man with the broadsword in front of him, 'Bloody Hand Mad Knife' Zhuo Haoyang, who was given a wrong name by the people in the martial arts world, but not a wrong nickname.

Zhuo Haoyang is a native of Shu, a man of ordinary family background. He and Dao Kui are from the same village and they both came to the martial arts world. The two knew each other in childhood, started out in obscurity, and have traveled all over the world. Although they have never traveled together, they have fought a few times every year, so they can be considered competitors.

Later, Dao Kui offended his enemies. Dao Kui was still young and had no family at that time, so his enemies massacred their village.

At that time, the Sword Master was not in Shu, so Zhuo Haoyang killed dozens of his enemy's family with his sword alone, and was called "Bloody Hand Mad Sword" by the people of Jianghu... Before Jing Zheng's death, the two had a competition, and Zhuo Haoyang won both times. Since the Sword Master communicated with the bridge between heaven and earth, the two often did not rely on their strength, but simply competed in swordsmanship.

About five years ago, Zhuo Haoyang traveled around most of the martial arts world before returning to Shu. He came to the Jinsha Gang and found an idle job. He didn't care about any matters in the gang, except fighting. He was the Red Flower Stick of the Jinsha Gang, and his strength was much stronger than Wei Hetongke.

Although he has not achieved the unity of heaven and man, and it is even more impossible to build a bridge between heaven and earth, he has been practicing swordsmanship with Dao Kui for many years. Based on his "skills" alone, he is estimated to be one of the top three swordsmen in Shu.

Zhao Wumian glanced at the ship in the distance. With his eyesight, he could clearly see the middle-aged man standing on the deck. If he continued to stay on the ship without moving, it would be difficult for Mu Lier to sneak in...

Zhao Wumian's eyes swept across the surrounding scenery, and he glanced at Zhuo Haoyang again, intending to try out his sword skills. He walked forward, which surprised Zhuo Haoyang and the younger brothers behind him, "Don't you need a sword..."

From their perspective, the man in green had a long sword slung across his waist, but his hands were hanging at his sides. He walked forward leisurely in the garden, and then his pace gradually quickened, and his hands hanging at his waist were also raised upwards.

boom!
Then the man in green suddenly stomped on the ground, his body instantly crossed a distance of more than ten feet, and he clenched his fists, leaving two white lines made of mist in the rain curtain behind him. The reeds on the side of the river bank shook violently, and were overwhelmed by the strong wind, falling to the ground from left to right towards the man in green's back.

"drink!"

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zhuo Haoyang, took a horse stance with his legs, put his right fist at his waist, shouted loudly, and suddenly blasted out with a powerful cannon punch.

Before the fist touched his body, the wind from the fist had already lifted Zhuo Haoyang's headband, causing his black and white hair to blow back, like a steel knife scraping his bones, blowing away the last bit of drunkenness he had left.

Zhuo Haoyang's pupils shrank, and he could tell at a glance that this man was a tough guy. At this distance, he couldn't pull out the broadsword or use his sword skills. But he was not an ordinary person after all. He snorted coldly, raised his shoulders instantly, bounced up the broadsword, and gripped the handle with his backhand, with the blade pointing vertically downward. Then he thrust his shoulder forward suddenly, and the iron lean hit the broadsword like a door panel with a dull bang, and pushed the broadsword forward like a shield.

But before the broadsword could move forward half an inch, the cannon fist slammed into the blade with a "bang", and a strong wind raged in all directions, and countless cracks instantly spread across the wooden door frame above the two men's heads.

The powerful energy flowed into his body along the blade, instantly ripping the clothes on Zhuo Haoyang's shoulders apart. His face flushed red, and he still maintained the posture of his shoulder on the blade, but his whole body slid backwards uncontrollably. The younger brothers around him screamed and jumped to the side to avoid being hit. The jars of wine, fruits and snacks that they had prepared for watching the show fell to the ground.

Zhuo Haoyang's feet drew two grooves more than ten feet long on the ground before he completely released the force. He paused, coughed a few times, and looked surprised. "With this kind of strength, it would be a pity if you don't learn the Way of Shu. You actually still use a sword?"

The road to Shu is difficult, so the swordsmanship was created by the sword master himself.

The Road to Shu is dangerous, high and steep, and it can be said that it is a combination of the strengths of various sword techniques. There is a corresponding approach for different types of swordsmen, such as the broadsword, the nine-ring scroll sword and other heavy weapons, which are most suitable for the steepness of the difficult Road to Shu.

"The Road to Shu is Difficult" is also the most suitable sword technique for heavy weapons such as the broadsword in today's martial arts world. Considering the relationship between Zhuo Haoyang and the Sword Master, even if the Sword Master did not teach him, after so many years of exchanges, Zhuo Haoyang must have figured it out on his own.

Zhao Wumian threw a punch and landed gracefully on the ground. His hat tilted slightly, he walked forward, raised his hand and twisted his fist, but did not answer. The action of force must be mutual. It is actually quite painful for a flesh and blood body to collide with a knife, but there is no bruise on the fist, which is obviously the result of his innate poisonous body.

If the bones and muscles are strong, the flesh and skin will naturally be tougher. If even one aspect goes to extreme, the result will be the same as Xiao Yuanmu's.

Zhuo Haoyang saw that this person was very powerful, so he was extremely alert. However, he was beaten like this just after making one move, which made him look bad in front of his younger brother. With his pride, he felt a little embarrassed. He shouted "Good boxing", stomped the ground heavily, and charged towards Zhao Wumian like a wild bull.

"Look here—"

Zhuo Haoyang swung the broadsword in a circle with both hands, and his body suddenly rose several inches off the ground. He spun three times, and the broadsword was like a windmill, creating several circles of water mist in the rain. The sharp blade pulled towards Zhao Wumian's waist and abdomen.

Due to his realm, his physical strength had reached a bottleneck, but his swordsmanship made Zhao Wumian take a closer look. He thought that this might be the Sword Master's The Difficult Road to Shu: The Heavy Sword Chapter.

He wanted to see more, so he moved to the side to avoid the enemy's attack. Zhuo Haoyang chased him closely, wielding his broadsword and keeping the same position with Zhao Wumian at all times. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the river bank. The terrain changed from flat to sloping downward. Zhao Wumian stepped back into the puddle. The soft mud felt completely different from the usual ground, which made him pause for a moment.

At this moment, Zhuo Haoyang shouted loudly, stomped his feet on the ground, and his body flew into the air again. His body was like a lever, and he rushed forward. The broadsword weighing more than a hundred pounds was placed behind his waist. Like a heavy object driven by a lever, he swung it from top to bottom, making a light "bang" sound in the rain, and then he smashed it towards Zhao Wumian's head without hesitation.

He did not consider changing his moves at all, nor did he consider the safety of the swordsman himself. He just concentrated all his strength on the sword and attacked in one battle. Before that, Shu Dao Nan seemed to have also incorporated some of the mystery of the Wushan Sword. When he wielded the sword with accumulated momentum, the power it carried reached a terrifying level.

Zhao Wumian's eyes were slightly cold. He thought that Yangshe Congyun had known the master of Huanzhen Pavilion before he connected the bridge of heaven and earth. They learned from each other, confirmed their martial arts, learned from each other's strengths, and integrated their knowledge, which led to the creation of The Difficult Road to Shu.

The Wushan knife is like the clouds among the sheep's tongue, and it is like the moon string that Zhao Wumian is holding.

Zhuo Haoyang chopped down with a knife as sharp as a mountain abyss, but there was no resistance at all. Although the knife was fast and powerful, the man in green stepped into the mud and moved to the side smoothly, avoiding the knife again.

The Wushan Sword requires holding the opponent back and launching continuous attacks, with each sword being stronger than the last. However, the Shudao Nan does not require this. There is no need to hold the opponent back, allowing the accumulated momentum to be more free and casual. However, it is difficult to hit someone with superb lightness skills.

In fact, after the broadsword was swung in a circle to gain leverage, its speed was not slow, and The Road to Shu is Difficult also makes the best use of the strengths of the weapon and makes the best use of its characteristics. Therefore, the fact that the sword missed the target was not the fault of the swordsmanship, but the fact that Zhuo Haoyang himself was not as good as Zhao Wumian.

While he was thinking, he slammed the broadsword heavily into the river.

bang————

Thunder roared suddenly, and the river water instantly exploded and soared into the air, revealing the riverbed. More than a dozen river fish were caught in the air and flew up as well, but were blown into bloody mist by the powerful air force in the air. The reeds on the river bank were turned into fragments all over the sky, floating into the air, and then the air force continued to spread in all directions, causing the calm river surface to surge.

Zhao Wumian dodged the knife by moving to the side, then instantly bounced up, spun around and kicked Zhuo Haoyang hard on the back. His long boots left a visible trail in the flying raindrops and reed fragments.

After Zhuo Haoyang swung his sword, he was already out of breath. He had no strength to dodge at this moment. He could only turn around and raise his arms to block his chest.

bang————

The next moment, the reed fragments and raindrops around the two were all dispersed by the energy. Zhuo Haoyang groaned in pain, and the broadsword in his hand flew out of his hand. The whole person shot upwards like a cannonball, leaving a white line in the rain, and then heavily slammed into the Fan family master who was standing on the deck and watching.

Fan family master:?
This was purely an unprovoked disaster. He was watching everything fine on the deck, and was even thinking in his heart how he would take Zhuo Haoyang's sword if he were the Green Shirt Man. But Zhuo Haoyang suddenly smashed in front of him, and his speed was too fast for him to dodge... and the Fan Family and the Jinsha Gang were partners after all, so it wouldn't hurt to lend a helping hand.

Therefore, the Fan family master snorted lightly, raised his hand and pressed against Zhuo Haoyang's back. In his expectation, he should have used a soft force to catch Zhuo Haoyang easily, and said lightly, "Is Boss Zhuo okay?", and then waved his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and was calm, showing the demeanor of a martial arts master.

But at this moment, Zhuo Haoyanghang's internal energy exploded... No, the Green Shirt Man's legs were so strong, why was there a soft energy on them? It was a bit like the Tai Chi of Wugong Mountain...

While they were stunned, Zhuo Haoyang had already hit the Fan family master hard, and then the two of them flew backwards, jumped across the deck, broke the side of the boat, and fell into the river with a splash.

Gurgle gurgle————

Light bubbles appeared on the surface of the river. A few seconds later, the expert from the Fan family grabbed Zhuo Haoyang by the collar and shot out from the water again. He saw the soles of the green-shirted man's boots head-on, accompanied by an angry curse.

"I'm here to ask for a sword, not to kill anyone. What's the grudge? If I had been a little slower with the knife, I would have been chopped in half from head to toe!"

Bang!
Blood splattered.

There was a shoe print on the face of the master of the Fan family, his nose was stepped on and crooked, and blood gushed out of his nose. He and Zhuo Haoyang fell into the river again. He thought, "If you want to beat Zhuo Haoyang, then beat Zhuo Haoyang. Why do you want to hit me?"

But even clay figures have tempers. It was normal for the green-shirted man to be angry because he was almost chopped to death. The Fan family master was born in Jiuli and had always looked down on outside warriors. He was also arrogant. At this moment, he was stepped on and was furious. He threw Zhuo Haoyang down with one hand, shouted angrily, "You're looking for death!", and started to fight with Zhao Wumian.

At this moment, Mu Lier, who was hiding on the boat, looked at Zhao Wumian with a helpless smile, quietly opened the deck door a crack, and sneaked in.

There are tiny threads hidden in the corners of the cabin, which would trigger the trap if touched carelessly. However, Mu Lier's expression changed slightly, and she jumped up with her white skirt fluttering. She ignored the many traps and easily came to the front of the cargo box. This is the domineering aspect of the sword here.

There were some noises outside the boat, but the cabin was silent. Based on Mu Lier's current perception, unless the person was a martial arts master, there was no way he could hide from her... Therefore, Mu Lier was certain that there was no one in the cabin.

As far as the eye can see, it is pitch black, with dozens of wooden boxes neatly stacked. However, even with Mu Lier's eyesight after the unity of nature and man, she can still see nothing clearly. She can vaguely see a symbol printed on the box that Mu Lier cannot understand, which she guessed is the Fan family crest.

Few families in Dali use family crests... these are the customs of ancient aristocratic families.

It is believed that the Jiuli tribe hid in Miao territory, and these old customs were still preserved within the tribe.

Mu Lier raised her hand and pressed the cargo box, then paused, but did not open it directly.

Now that the distance was so close, Mu Lier could also get a rough idea of ​​what was inside the box.

This sword is actually not much different from the legendary immortals' divine sense exploration, but it is obviously not as easy to use as divine sense. Many things can only be sensed clearly if the distance is close enough, and one needs to concentrate. After communicating with the bridge between heaven and earth, I wonder if it can be as powerful as the legendary immortals' divine sense...

"There are hidden arrows in the box? What on earth is the Fan family transporting to the Tang family..." Mu Lier muttered to herself, and then silently opened the box. With a 'click' sound, a cold light flashed, and a short arrow suddenly shot towards Mu Lier's pretty face, but she just raised her hand and lightly grasped the arrow.

She looked at the arrow for a few seconds and said, "It's poisoned? You're worthy of being from Jiuli."

Looking down, there was nothing in the box except the mechanism for launching hidden arrows and a pile of weeds.

Mu Lier's sword here can sense the shape of the sleeve arrow, and naturally it can also sense the weeds... But she had previously thought that it contained some kind of medicinal herbs, poisonous weeds or something like that, so she opened the box to take a look. Now it seems that these weeds are just a cover-up.

Mu Lier raised her hand and put the sleeve arrow back into the mechanism, then closed the wooden box and restored it to its original state. Then she turned over and went to the cargo box, and keenly found the real thing among dozens of identical cargo boxes.

If it was someone who didn't know how to use this kind of sword, he would have been exposed as soon as he entered the cabin... Unfortunately, there are no ifs, and the only two master and apprentice in the world who knew how to use this kind of sword both came to the Jinsha Gang.

The Fan family's preventive measures are of little use.

After opening the cargo box, Mu Lier raised her eyebrows slightly. The box was neatly divided into layers with silk, and a few red and black fruits were neatly placed on each layer.

The fruit is about half the size of a fist, round and smooth, crystal clear, just like jade. You can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary thing.

A faint fruity fragrance permeated her nose. Mu Lier was afraid that it was poison, so she held her breath immediately. She wrapped her hands with silk, lifted the red and black fruit and looked at it for a few times, but she didn't recognize what it was.

But even though Mu Lier held her breath very quickly, after smelling the fruity fragrance, the accumulated poison in Mu Lier's body actually became somewhat active. Although it did not reach the point of breaking out, it was indeed more active than usual.

"The poisonous fruit used to refine the Xiayun Gu?" Mu Lier was a little speechless.

According to intelligence from the court, the old patriarch of the Tang family was named Tang Xingwen. The disaster that swept the Tang family that year did not implicate him, so he should still be alive. However, since Tang Weiyu took over as the patriarch, Tang Xingwen has rarely appeared in public.

Is Tang Xingwen still thinking about refining the Xiayun Gu like Du? According to Du, although Tang Xingwen has figured out a way to refine the King Gu, he has not succeeded in the past few decades. Now that he thinks about it, he has not given up yet.

Guessing that the fruit was related to the Xiayun Gu, Mu Lier put the fruit back with some fear, closed the cargo box, and restored it to its original position... She couldn't even hide from the Xiayun Gu, let alone come into contact with it in person.

It was because of this thing that she and her disciple kissed and hugged each other, committing incest between master and disciple...Mu Lier subconsciously touched the side of her face that had just been kissed by Zhao Wumian. She was silent for a few seconds, and then she suddenly came to her senses, shook her head repeatedly, and thought to herself that this was not the time to think about this.

Mu Lier looked around to make sure she had left no traces, then quietly pushed open the door and went outside the cabin. Raindrops were flying, Zhao Wumian and the Fan family masters had already fought from the river to the Jinsha Gang headquarters, and many houses had collapsed. Zhao Wumian intended to confuse the situation, and he did something that caused the Jinsha Gang members to raise their knives and chop him, with an angry look on their faces, and occasionally mixed with "turtle boy" and "oh ri" and other Shu dialects.

There are thousands of people in the Jinsha Gang. No matter how good their martial arts are, the number of people is there. If Zhao Wumian really wants to fight them one by one, he will be exhausted to death before he can defeat half of them. Therefore, he did not want to fight anymore. He used his Qinggong to move left and right, which was quite easy. He even enjoyed it a little.

Mu Lier covered her mouth and chuckled, then she flipped her hand slightly, flicked her fingers and shot a flying knife at Zhao Wumian, secretly and silently.

In the chaos, no one knew who had shot the hidden weapon, but Zhao Wumian knew the sword, so he naturally wouldn't be ambushed. He raised his hand to catch the flying knife, and immediately realized that this was Mu Lier's secret signal, so he pretended to be defeated, kicked the two people away, and shouted,
"The dignified Jinsha Gang was defeated by such a large force. I was wrong today and thought you were all heroes. But today I defeated Blood Hand Mad Knife and I am very happy. I will come to visit you again someday and challenge your leader to a duel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wumian tapped the tips of the reeds a few times with his toes, then fled away, soon disappearing in the rain.

The people of the Jinsha Gang were stunned. "Flying on the grass? This guy's Qinggong must be better than Yangshe Congyun, right?"

"It shouldn't be..."

"So this person came here to challenge the deputy gang leader?"

Zhuo Haoyang was rescued by his younger brother. He spat out several mouthfuls of water before saying, "Who the hell knows this... Just in case, go check the goods quickly. Did his accomplices steal anything? "

The younger brothers took the order and quickly dispersed.

The nose of the Fan family master was still crooked, looking a little funny. He raised his hand to straighten the bone, then suddenly remembered something. He hurried back to the cabin, took out the red and black fruit and checked it several times to make sure that none was missing. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was worrying too much.

"Haha, with so many hidden cargo boxes, how could anyone find the black jade fruit in such a short time?"

A dozen miles west of the Jinsha Gang's headquarters, Zhao Wumian pulled Mu Li'er and ran wildly for several miles in the reeds, laughing happily.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Li'er was pulled by Zhao Wumian. Although she didn't understand what Zhao Wumian was laughing at, she was also inexplicably happy. She laughed along and asked.

"I'm leaving now, hiding my achievements and fame. I used to play high-end games every day, but now it's a rare opportunity to catch fish. It's really satisfying."

Mu Lier didn't understand what the high-end game, fried fish and the like were. After hearing it, she just said with a bit of boasting: "She speaks like poetry. My apprentice is really talented."

Zhao Wumian turned his head and glanced at Mu Lier.

"What's wrong?" Mu Lier tilted her head to look at him.

Zhao Wumian stopped and the two of them landed in a bush of reeds half a person's height. The evening breeze mixed with dense raindrops, and the reeds swayed gently in the wind, making rustling sounds.

Mu Lier's mature and beautiful face was wet by the raindrops, a few strands of hair stuck to her face, and she looked at Zhao Wumian with a little curiosity.

Zhao Wumian said: "Master, do you know what the code is?"

"Bringing a horse? I don't know, can you tell me about it? The wise one is the master." Mu Lier said with a smile.

"My mother doesn't know what code is either." Zhao Wumian said patiently, "When I was eighteen, I taught myself code and helped people with their work. I made a little money, but it wasn't much. I could only buy a roast duck. I sent the money to my mother and talked to her about code. My mother didn't understand, but she also said that my son is really talented."

Mu Lier was slightly stunned, and then somehow felt a little embarrassed. She subconsciously pulled the already tight collar with her little hands, and then whispered: "It's already messy enough between you and me... Although once a teacher, always a father, but you can't treat your teacher as a mother, otherwise what kind of words are these?"

Zhao Wumian pulled out a relatively tough reed stem, whipped the surrounding reeds, and walked forward, continuing, "What I mean is that although we have different identities, different values, and even different times, there must be some similarities between people."

"Oh...what do you mean?" Mu Lier blinked. For a martial arts fanatic like her, it was obviously difficult to understand the implicit meaning of Zhao Wumian's words.

And what are the three views? The times? What is the disciple talking about? And he has lost his memory, so how can he still remember his mother?
Mu Lier was completely confused.

Zhao Wumian was silent for a moment, and then said, "I will always avenge my enemies and repay my kindness."

He raised his hand and took off his bamboo hat, stroking the rough surface with his palm. "If someone is kind to me, I will naturally feel good about them. Just like this bamboo hat, although the Queen Mother may not care much about such a small thing, I also plan to cherish it..."

"No." Mu Li'er interrupted Zhao Wumian, holding his shoulders with both hands, turning his gaze back, and looking at him normally, with a serious look and a serious tone, "That's the Queen Mother! Your teacher's sister, the mother of the emperor, if you have an affair with her, what will happen?"

Zhao Wumian: ...

He said it so obviously, how could Mu Lier not hear it?
Zhao Wumian then said directly: "Master, what I mean is that I remember all the kindness you have shown me. You may think that I have been flirting with you under the gu poison..."

"Isn't it?" Mu Lier narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, revealing a hint of danger.

"...Master is indeed very beautiful. Just standing next to you, I often have wild thoughts, but it is definitely not just lust...Master, do you know what I mean?"

Now even if Mu Lier was stupid, she understood. Her slightly cold expression showed a bit of panic, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your master!"

"Master is good, I like Master..."

Mu Lier was so angry that she pinched Zhao Wumian, "I knew you had bad intentions! Back in Xinzhou, I heard you always call Miss Su 'Little Master Su'... Did you have thoughts about being your teacher from that time on?"

"It doesn't matter if it is or not, I still remember what Master said that night, that he was interested in me..."

"Don't call me Master when we talk about this kind of topic." Mu Lier didn't know whether she was angry or embarrassed, her face turned slightly red and she stamped her feet.

After she finished speaking, she took another deep breath and planned to have a serious talk with Zhao Wumian. Her tone was a little calmer, "Do you think the master-disciple relationship is not important?"

"It's important. It will make me love Li'er more."

"..." Mu Lier was speechless, and then glared at him, "Master means that you don't care about these things, but Master cares, and has always cared... Do you think Master will allow yourself to commit incest with your apprentice?"

Mu Lier had been thinking about the word incest in her heart most of the time, but this was the first time she had said these two ugly words.

"I won't let it go."

"Do you think it's reasonable for a master and a disciple to be together?"

"unreasonable."

"Then you still ask?"

"Because didn't Master say at that time that Xinyi..."

"Don't call me Master!"

"Don't you always call yourself a master?"

"This is to remind you of your relationship as master and disciple!"

"Didn't I say that I like this identity of Master more."

"You! You!" The master turned his head away and cried in anger.

I didn't know whether I was angry with Zhao Wumian or with myself.

It should be the latter. After so much time has passed, could it be that Mu Lier really has no feelings for Zhao Wumian at all?
Of course she did, and she knew she did.

So she was angry with herself. Why didn't she have the courage like Zhao Wumian to disregard worldly etiquette and laws?

She didn't have the courage, nor did she dare to flee to Yanyun alone to hide from Zhao Wumian. She could only remind Zhao Wumian of their master-disciple relationship over and over again... In fact, she was reminding herself.

Then she felt afraid again.

Why do I think this way? I actually blame myself for not living up to expectations. This is the most serious problem.

Then Mu Lier understood.

At this moment, she was probably sinking deeper and deeper.

Zhao Wumian looked at Mu Lier's crying face and realized that Mu Lier probably cared about this matter more than he thought. She was in great pain every day and night because of this matter.

Continuing with the excuse of removing the poison, with the effect of time, Zhao Wumian might one day untie Mu Lier's belt, sleep with her naked in her arms, and make love with her... because habit is a terrible thing.

At first, Mu Lier might resist constantly, but in the end, she would probably be reluctant to accept it, and then accept it silently and take things as they come.

But Zhao Wumian knew that this was not what Mu Lier wanted.

If one day, Mu Lier decides to be with Zhao Wumian, it must be a choice she makes from the bottom of her heart, not a helpless choice made after the matter has been settled.

So Zhao Wumian held Mu Lier's hand and said softly, "Let's go to the Tang family to find an antidote for the poison."
Mu Lier was crying and turned her head to look at him. She was slightly stunned. At this moment, she keenly guessed what Zhao Wumian meant.

Although Zhao Wumian has always been proactive in this matter, he has always respected Mu Lier's own ideas.

Her heart suddenly went silent, and then began to beat violently again.

Mu Lier came forward, and for some reason, kissed Zhao Wumian on the mouth. This was the first time she took the initiative to kiss Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian looked surprised.

Mu Lier whispered: "Master likes what you said just now... But, but how exactly, let's wait for the Tang family to come, it would be great if they can detoxify..."

Mu Lier is now also completely confused and her heart is in a mess. She just wants to wait until the poison in her body is over before talking about this matter.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, but did not continue to ask, and just said: "Then kiss again?"

Mu Lier blinked and was stunned for a moment, but Zhao Wumian came forward and kissed his master's rosy and soft lips.

Mu Lier didn't even put up a symbolic resistance this time, and just let Zhao Wumian hold her obediently... She didn't even struggle when he touched her butt this time.

The night rain was blowing gently, the half-man-high reeds were swaying in the wind, and the figures of men and women were vaguely visible.

(End of this chapter)