The Book of Troubled Times

"Why come in?" Tang Wanzhuang blushed outside and said angrily, "This is a secret room, no one can enter unless you open the door."

"Ah..." Zhao Changhe jumped out of bed, went to open the door: "Forget about this, come in quickly."

Seeing that he seemed to be in a hurry, Tang Wanzhuang blushed even more.

What are you thinking, what do you think I am here for...

As a result, Zhao Changhe closed the door, and the next sentence was: "How is your situation? You obviously vomited blood after fighting with Maitreya, and your face is as white as paper. If you don't have a good rest, what kind of work are you holding on there?"

Tang Wanzhuang simply didn't know what mood she was in, and said helplessly, "There must be someone to host, otherwise will it be handed over to Wang Daozhong? Or Yang Jingxiu?"

"What now?"

"They're all gone. Yang Jingxiu left a message, I hope you can attend his birthday next month..." Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes focused on his face for a long while, and then she suddenly smiled: "It's obvious that he attaches great importance to you , pay more attention to me than to me."

"Let's talk about it, I just want to know what your injury looks like, I'm afraid you will die suddenly if you turn your head."

Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help laughing: "It's not so exaggerated..."

But that being said, her complexion is still visibly pale, exuding an extremely unhealthy look, and she can even vaguely observe a ray of black air... After Zhao Changhe learned the Jue of Rejuvenation, he also had a vague understanding of human medicine , When I saw it, I felt terrified and something was wrong.

He grabbed Tang Wanzhuang's hand with a serious expression.

Tang Wanzhuang didn't refuse and looked at him quietly.

Zhao Changhe held her hand, his hand was warm and soft, but it was icy and cold. He didn't care to experience it at all, and carefully probed into his true energy to feel it.

After careful inspection, he was slightly relieved.

Seeing he vomit blood, it was actually a concussion injury after a normal confrontation with strong men. This kind of injury Zhao Changhe himself had suffered too much, 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...

He, Zhao Changhe, managed to broaden the meridians of a normal person. Compared with him, he looks like a child--the real root of good cultivation is Tang Wanzhuang, who can practice any kind of kung fu quickly and burst out with true energy. The explosive power at that time was far better than that of Zhao Changhe, because the meridian has a high capacity.

In addition, the zhenqi is long and thick, as if it is endless, protecting her crumbling body, so she came back after being injured and presided over a lot of work, as if nothing happened.

If it is a normal situation, even if you were still coughing before, it is no big deal, just take some medicine and rest for two days and you will be fine.

But the problem is that she is not in a normal situation now.

Zhao Changhe probed and probed, his already relaxed face slowly turned black again.

Previously, she suppressed the level of the third secret storehouse and didn't open it... According to the blind man, what happened to her was not the lung meridian, but the soul, so Xia Longyuan had nothing to do with this kind of problem. The so-called damage to the lung meridian can now be seen, in fact, she is suppressing the power of the third secret storehouse, but the power cannot be vented, so one of the meridians must be used to "discharge the flood", so this lung meridian is continuously washed, lead to severe lung damage.

Originally, after a year and a half of rushing, it would be completely useless, and people would be gone...

But this time she tried to completely let go of the suppression, so instead of a meridian to withstand the flood discharge, it burst out wantonly. It may be possible to kill Maitreya in a short period of time to solve the Xiangyang incident, but it may also cause a violent explosion of power to completely overwhelm her body and explode to death.

Fortunately, Zhao Changhe stopped it in time, and she only had time to open it slightly.

Just this slight trace already made her crush Maitreya, who was originally comparable.

But the same traces are crazily washing over the already overwhelmed lung meridian. Now it looks like this lung meridian is like a rope that has been gnawed by mice. If it was said that it could last for a year and a half, now it may have to be halved again.

Coupled with the hematemesis caused by the concussion, it is even worse, and it may have to be halved.

You have at most three months to live! She can still laugh, and smile so softly!

Zhao Changhe was furious, and said angrily, "Do you know what's going on with your body?"

Tang Wanzhuang felt the peculiar rejuvenation in her body, as if she was healing the concussion just now, but the force was weak, basically meaningless, it felt like healing a small cut at most. But he was still sending strange power into it in vain, and he couldn't see that he was also injured at this time, and his shoulder was still bleeding...

His mouth was cursing, his face was angry, but his hands were healing, and he was so anxious that he could send all his strength into it.

Tang Wanzhuang laughed again, and said softly, "I know."

"Then you're still laughing?" Zhao Changhe said anxiously, "I can't cure it with my little tricks!"

"What does it matter?" Tang Wanzhuang said in a low voice: "Life is life, grass and trees are autumn. If you can do what you want to do and see the situation gradually getting better, then what is there to be dissatisfied with?"

"Where is the situation getting better? Maitreya is gone, the south is undecided, and the north is going to be chaotic again. Don't you have any idea 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 were full of water, and she couldn't see the true meaning clearly.

Zhao Changhe's voice became cold: "Is that how you see it?"

Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips, but did not answer.

Zhao Changhe said coldly: "I said that I am here because I feel sorry for you and bother you. If there is no you 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, once you die, I will immediately join the Four Elephant Sect, and I am 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 Tang Wanzhuang was right.

But the anger still lingered in his eyes.

You have found the inheritance, and you are even tied to the general trend. Maybe you can do better than you, so you can die with peace of mind, right?

I'm just 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 calm: "Actually, if you think you are dead, I will do what you say." Looking forward to doing things is a little too optimistic.”

Tang Wanzhuang looked at him quietly.

In fact, she herself doesn't know how much she really meant when she said these words... Anyway, it can't be cured, so what else can I say?

Said I was sad, said I was reluctant, and then let him watch himself die in pain and despair?

Why bother.

But now seeing his peaceful look with anger, Tang Wanzhuang was also very sad.

But what can be done? Your Majesty can't cure it, and your means are just as useless, so what can you do?

But Zhao Changhe said: "Do you know that if there is no Yue Hongling, there may not be a heroic Zhao Changhe, he will only be a bandit, gathering the banner of justice for the sky, doing things that are rampant in the green forest, bloodthirsty violent."

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes moved slightly.

"And do you know that without Tang Wanzhuang, Zhao Changhe might be the second Xia Longyuan?" Zhao Changhe said slowly: "Many people have said about me before, even the ignorant Yang Yang can see it." When I came out, I was full of Zhaocuo dialect, watching this world with cold eyes, as if you are just people in the book, and all the sorrows and joys have 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..."

"Who am I in the game for?" Zhao Changhe said loudly, "Can't you see it?"

Zhao Wangtang.

It seems that everything has been revealed long ago.

Tang Wanzhuang lowered her head slightly, and said in a low voice, "You and I have an appointment...no gender involved...you promise you are not interested in me."

"Don't believe me, am I just because of your beauty, auntie?" Zhao Changhe said coldly, "It's just because of such a person that I feel that there is light in this troubled world. But have you ever thought that if this person gives My example is to end badly, do you think I will continue to do it?"

Tang Wanzhuang was startled, she never thought that she would get an answer from this angle.

"Those who hold salaries for everyone should not freeze to death in the wind and snow." Zhao Changhe finally softened his voice and said slowly: "Whether it is a public heart or a chivalry, such a person should not die a good death... Maybe some people say, then It’s only profound, I want to say that I’m going to fuck you deep, 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 half my life, only to be shattered.”

Tang Wanzhuang's heart moved for a moment, as if something had smashed into her heart, causing ripples circle after circle.

Fairytale...

Who is not an idealist...

"You only care about your ideals, have you ever thought about it, but 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 have been shattered looks like." Zhao Changhe looked up and down her exquisite body as if he didn't hear it: "I only care about my own pleasure, who wouldn't, I want to be happy too. You Seeing that you are going to die, give me a refreshment before you die?"

Knowing that he was speaking angry words, Tang Wanzhuang's brows still stood on end, and subconsciously wanted to slap him in the face.

Zhao Changhe had expected it a long time ago, and he shot like lightning, grabbing her wrist: "It's all hurt like this, and I'm still pretending to be a big clove of garlic."

"Bang!" He took a step forward, and Tang Wanzhuang felt a surge of force, and he took a step back, bumping his back against the door of the secret room.

Zhao Changhe lowered his head close to her pale lips, and said in a low voice: "Zhao Changhe without Tang Wanzhuang may be like this in the future... You don't want to see this chief, do you?"

Tang Wanzhuang didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, but this overwhelming appearance really made her flustered for no reason, and she couldn't help but weakly said: "I said it wasn't like that..."

"Just because it can't be cured? So you say that kind of broken jar?"

"Just because it can't be cured."

"Want to cure?"

"... want to cure."

"Okay, you cooperate." Zhao Changhe said, suddenly lowered his head, and kissed her lips viciously.

Tang Wanzhuang was caught off guard by the kiss, and her mind went blank.

What's the situation? Didn’t I say it’s not like that, didn’t you already understand that I said that because I was broken?

Why are you still kissing?