Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 4)
Chuzheng entered the room looking for an umbrella, while Ming Xian, wearing just a thin garnt, sat cross-legged on the bed, his cold gaze fixed on her.
“Who’s outside?”
“I don’t know.”
Chuzheng found the umbrella, took it, and headed out: “Go to sleep, I won’t let them disturb you.”
Then the door closed.
Ming Xian: “…”
He stayed silent for a mont, then turned over and went to sleep.
The sound of rain mixed with the sounds of fighting, the flash of blades and swords flickering in Ming Xian’s mind, as he burrowed into the blanket, wrapping himself completely.
–
Chuzheng walked into the rain with her umbrella.
Crash——
A lightning bolt tore through the sky, the sudden light illuminating the surroundings, allowing Chuzheng to clearly see who was being attacked in the middle.
It was the person she was contemplating capturing—Han Qiqi.
Huge raindrops hit the umbrella with a loud patter, resembling a distinctly rhythmic tune.
Chuzheng stepped slowly through the rain, moving along the paving stones.
“Do you need help?”
Her voice pierced through the rain, through the Black Night, reaching Han Qiqi’s ears.
Han Qiqi turned abruptly, suddenly seeing the girl standing in the rain, holding an umbrella, wearing a moon-white garnt, like a faint glow in the dark night.
The people attacking Han Qiqi were also startled.
None of them noticed when this person had gotten close.
“If you promise to help with sothing, I’ll save you,” Chuzheng said slowly while they were still stunned.
Han Qiqi, in a disheveled state, clutched her arm, tense and wary of the people around: “Are you talking to ?”
“Who else?”
The rain blurred their vision, causing Han Qiqi to question her through the falling rain: “What if I refuse?”
“You’ve disturbed my people,” Chuzheng moved the umbrella revealing her face completely, and a passing lightning bolt illuminated her cold eyes: “I’ll kill you all.”
The words didn’t sound like a joke.
Han Qiqi didn’t know how to react.
Agree to her conditions and be saved.
Refuse and be killed.
How was this different from coercion?!
The people attacking Han Qiqi unknowingly retreated a few steps, but then realized it was wrong.
A little girl, what were they afraid of?
“Mind your own damn business!” one of them pointed at Chuzheng: “Get lost if you know what’s good for you!”
As soon as that person finished speaking, he flew out, crashing against the wall with a ‘bang’.
No one saw her make a move.
Those attacking Han Qiqi were shocked, and for a mont dared not act rashly.
Han Qiqi chuckled: “Alright, I agree.”
The rain poured down, in the curtain of rain as if so fierce beast was lurking.
The group felt uneasy, but ultimately still shouted: “Attack!”
–
Han Qiqi limped after Chuzheng through the courtyard, entering the corridor.
Han Qiqi glanced back: “Those people…”
“Soone will take care of them,” Chuzheng closed the umbrella, her tone cold and indifferent.
Han Qiqi rembered her from their previous encounter on the street when she had an altercation with Liang Xuan.
She hadn’t expected they would et again.
And under such circumstances.
Chuzheng pushed open a door, signaling her to enter: “Don’t scream for no reason, even if sothing happens don’t scream.”
Han Qiqi: “…”
Then when can she scream?
Han Qiqi entered the room: “Do you have clothes…”
Bang.
The door was already shut.
Han Qiqi stood by the door, water streaming off her body onto the floor, and in no ti, a puddle had ford.
–
Han Qiqi had sustained significant internal injuries, and after ditating all night to recover, although slightly better, still felt weak.
Han Qiqi found the kitchen herself and brewed dicine.
When the master chef arrived, he saw a Lady in Blue Clothes squatting down to brew dicine…
“Who…who are you?”
Han Qiqi turned her head, instinctively checking the other’s stance, seeing their footsteps were unsteady, not like soone skilled in martial arts, she relaxed her vigilance a bit: “Are you a servant of this household?”
In this expansive house, after waking up today, Han Qiqi had not seen a single living person.
This was the first living person.
Master chef: “No, I’m the chef.”
“…”
Isn’t a chef just a servant?
Master chef looked doubtfully: “Who are you?”
Han Qiqi said: “I’m staying here temporarily.”
The master chef was an honest man, not thinking too much, seeing Han Qiqi’s calm deanor and that she was brewing dicine, he assud she was a friend of Chuzheng.
“How many people live here?”
While preparing breakfast, the master chef said: “Only Miss Chuzheng and a gentleman.”
“No one else?”
“No one else.”
The master chef hadn’t seen anyone anyway.
Han Qiqi slled food, her stomach began to rumble, she glanced over at the master chef and saw he had cooked quite a lot for breakfast.
“Didn’t you say there were only two people, why make so much breakfast?” Han Qiqi was skeptical.
“That gentleman is picky, so I need to prepare more options for him.” Sotis he’ll work hard all morning and the gentleman might not even take a bite.
Han Qiqi: “…”
Han Qiqi finished her dicine and when the master chef went to deliver breakfast, she followed him all the way there.
From afar, she saw the girl from last night, sitting in the corridor, her moon-white dress trailing on the ground.
The master chef hurried a few steps: “Miss…”
Chuzheng didn’t lift her head: “Just send it in.”
The master chef nodded and headed towards a room.
Han Qiqi walked up to Chuzheng, sitting across from her: “Thanks for yesterday night.”
Although the way she saved her last night was quite peculiar, it wasn’t unacceptable.
Because at that ti, she was really about to collapse.
“Just a transaction.”
Since Chuzheng put it that way, Han Qiqi naturally responded: “What do you want to do?”
“Help watch soone.”
Han Qiqi stared at Chuzheng, recalling that Liang Xuan had previously ntioned her na.
The na Han Qiqi, although not yet household famous, was still quite known in the martial world.
–
The master chef erged from the room with a slightly happy face: “The gentleman drank a bowl of porridge.”
Chuzheng asked: “What kind of porridge?”
“Just… plain porridge.”
Among several types of porridge prepared, he simply chose that bowl of plain porridge.
“Hmm.” Chuzheng instructed the master chef to leave, bringing Han Qiqi inside.
Ming Xian sat at the table drinking porridge, and when Han Qiqi entered, his hand instinctively moved to the sword beside him.
His first glance landed on Chuzheng, he scanned briefly, relaxed his grip on the sword, and lowered his head to continue drinking porridge.
Han Qiqi’s astonished voice rang out: “Ming Xian!”
Chuzheng turned to her: “Know him?”
Han Qiqi blinked innocently: “Famous in the martial world, isn’t it normal to know?”
“Most of those who’ve t him are dead, knowing the na doesn’t necessarily an recognizing his appearance.”
Ming Xian’s action paused slightly.
He took a sidelong glance at Chuzheng, standing sideways, gazing at Han Qiqi, coldness in her brows and eyes.
Ming Xian’s fingertips twitched, and monts later he lowered his head, contending with the bowl of plain porridge as if there were no one else around.
“Had the chance to et once,” Han Qiqi said playfully with a smile: “Is that not okay?”
Their gazes t, Han Qiqi neither dodged nor avoided, maintaining a quite straightforward deanor.
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