Chapter 1130: Chapter 1130: Wandering the World with Sword in Hand (34)
“No need.”
Chuzheng didn’t know this person and didn’t want him to co into contact with Ming Xian.
The man suddenly turned serious: “His dicine has worn off, and I’m the only one who can make him wake up.”
Chuzheng: “…”
Han Qiqi: “…”
Han Qiqi didn’t know Ming Xian and her senior brother had interacted, nor did she know her senior brother could restore soone to peak condition after being affected by Jun Bugu.
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Chuzheng seized the mont while everyone else was busy with Qiu Yuehe, led the Brahman Immortal Sect mbers out of the Alliance Leader’s Residence, and found a quiet place for Han Qiqi’s senior brother to examine Ming Xian.
“You don’t like your senior brother?” Chuzheng sat beside Han Qiqi.
Han Qiqi fiddled with a piece of grass, twisting it repeatedly.
“I like him too much.” Han Qiqi’s answer differed from what Chuzheng expected: “My master died shortly after I ca to the mountain; I grew up with my senior brother. How could I not like him?”
Chuzheng: “…”
No one outside said that the Tianshan Old Monster was dead!
Han Qiqi cupped her face: “He himself is a half-baked practitioner, so he could only delve into the dical skills our master left behind, and after mastering them, he taught .”
Han Qiqi’s senior brother was handso, and his smile made him even more attractive. Facing this visage daily, coupled with his ticulous care, which girl wouldn’t be moved?
She liked him too much…
But she dared not confess, so she buried her feelings deep within, caring for him like a junior sister, acting spoiled, and seizing the opportunity to hug him when ill.
So whenever she saw her senior brother with soone else, she could only choose to leave, opting for ‘out of sight, out of mind.’
As for Liang Xuan…
She rely wanted to force herself to forget her senior brother, and Liang Xuan happened to hover around her all the ti.
Unexpectedly, she had bad luck and t a scumbag.
“Do you like Ming Xian?” Han Qiqi suddenly asked her.
Chuzheng nodded without hesitation: “Yes.”
Han Qiqi was sowhat surprised at her straightforward admission.
“Does he like you too?”
“…” Chuzheng fell silent: “I don’t know.”
“What if he doesn’t like you?”
“I’ll confine him,” Chuzheng casually decided the fate of the Good Person Card: “Even if he doesn’t like , he must still be mine.” Mine!
“…” Han Qiqi winced: “You’re such a pervert.”
Chuzheng looked at her blankly: “Isn’t that right?”
“Why would you confine soone if you like them?” Han Qiqi countered: “True love should an respecting them. Even if he doesn’t like you, you shouldn’t be so insane.”
Chuzheng seriously asked: “Then how do I make him mine?”
“…His happiness is all that matters.”
If he really doesn’t like you, won’t pestering him make him more resentful?
Chuzheng seriously contemplated: “He can’t be happy outside.” Given the Good Person Card’s fragility, he’d end up critically injured within monts.
“???”
Han Qiqi probably realized her views clashed with Chuzheng’s twisted perspective and chose to end the topic.
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Squeak—
The door behind opened, and Chuzheng imdiately stood up.
“There’s no antidote for Jun Bugu; he doesn’t have much ti left…” The man earnestly explained to Chuzheng, and after finishing, he turned to Han Qiqi with a cheerful smile: “Qiqi, don’t leave, Qiqi…”
The man chased after Han Qiqi, leaving Chuzheng to enter the room.
Ming Xian used drugs to forcibly suppress Jun Bugu, temporarily restoring his strength to peak condition. Now the effect had worn off, putting him back in his forr state.
Without dication, his ti might have been longer.
Ming Xian slept for two days.
Chuzheng sat by the bedside, indifferently watching him, until she noticed his fingertips moving slightly.
Chuzheng promptly leaned forward, ensuring she was the first person Ming Xian saw upon opening his eyes.
“Awake?”
Ming Xian’s blurred vision took a while to focus on the person before him.
He hesitated for a mont, then softly spoke: “Water…”
Chuzheng stood up to pour water, and as Ming Xian attempted to sit, pain made him gasp, halting his movents.
Chuzheng pressed him back down, took a sip from the cup, then transferred the water through a gentle kiss.
The clear water moistened his lips, teeth, and throat.
Ming Xian resembled a nurtured fledgling, gradually swallowing as if rely being fed water, the only contact being the friction between lips.
Yet at that mont, Ming Xian’s eyes widened as Chuzheng’s fingers touched his chin, slowly caressing his cheek.
The kiss was delicate and tender, not aggressive or rough.
Ming Xian, already physically weak, was now short of breath, his mind dizzy, and body felt limp.
He struggled to breathe, but he didn’t push Chuzheng away, allowing her to continue kissing him.
Suddenly, Chuzheng pulled away, and fresh air rushed into his lungs, leaving Ming Xian startled, watching Chuzheng leave his bedside, set the teacup down, and silently exit the room.
Ming Xian’s fingers brushed his lips.
Her scent and warmth seed to linger.
The air felt charged with subtle intimacy.
–
After waking, Ming Xian didn’t see Chuzheng often, and several attempts to speak with her were casually evaded.
“Drink your dicine.” Han Qiqi handed him a steaming bowl: “Why do you put yourself through this? Your own life disregarded, my senior is just a madman, and you believed him…”
“Qiqi, talking like that hurts my feelings.” Han Qiqi’s senior brother peeked his head in, resembling a timid creature, weakly protesting.
“Get lost!”
Her senior imdiately ducked away.
Ming Xian took the bowl, inexplicably reminded of when Chuzheng fed him dicine and that overly sweet candied treat at the end.
Ming Xian took a deep breath, bracing himself, and gulped down the dicine, allowing the bitterness to spread across his mouth.
“Your father…”
Han Qiqi showed no particular emotion, even smiled a bit: “He’s been detained. The incident fifteen years ago has concluded, and Qiu Yuehe will pay the price. However, so of those you killed were innocent, so…”
Han Qiqi left the rest unsaid.
But Ming Xian understood.
The Brahman Immortal Sect still couldn’t wash away the stigma of being a cult, and he remained the murderous Demon Head.
But Chuzheng was handling it, having fought several tis, never losing to Chuzheng, and those people settled down.
Now they likely wouldn’t dare to challenge the Brahman Immortal Sect.
Given that the Brahman Immortal Sect Branches were proliferating, spending money to do good, the public was practically ready to clear their na.
If they truly targeted the Brahman Immortal Sect, the benefiting populace might protest first.
Han Qiqi could only admire Chuzheng’s clever strategy!
Chuzheng: “…” I just squandered money.
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Ming Xian held the empty bowl and gazed at the remaining dicine residue: “How much ti do I have left?”
“At most a year, at least half,” said her senior, revealing half his face: “But during that ti, you mustn’t use your inner strength again; otherwise, you could die at any mont.”
After speaking, her senior retracted his head.
“That’s already the best outco,” Han Qiqi continued: “I thought you had only a few months.”
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