Chu Zheng went into the house looking for an umbrella, Ming Xian was sitting on the bed cross-legged in his single clothes, staring at her coldly.

"Who is outside?"

"do not know."

Chuzheng found the umbrella and went out with the umbrella: "You go to sleep, and they won't disturb you."

Then the door closed.

Ming Xian: "..."

He was silent for a while, rolled over and fell asleep.

The sound of the rain was mixed with the sound of fighting, and the shadow of the sword flashed through Ming Xian's mind. He got into the quilt and wrapped the whole person.

-

Chu Zheng walked into the rain holding an umbrella.

Boom

Lightning pierced the sky, and the sudden rays of light illuminated the world. Chu Zheng also saw clearly who was besieged in the middle.

She was thinking about the person to catch—Hanqi.

The big raindrops hit the umbrella surface, crackling, like a rhythmic tune.

Stepping on the rain, Chuzheng walked slowly over the bluestone slab.

"Do you need help?"

Her voice passed through the rain curtain, through the dark night, and fell into the ears of Han Yu.

Hanxiu looked back abruptly, and suddenly saw the little girl standing in the rain, holding an umbrella, her moon-white clothes, like a white light in the dark night.

Those who besieged Hanqi were also surprised.

They didn't find when this person approached.

"You promise to do me a favor, and I will save you." Chu Zheng said slowly when they were stunned.

Han Yu embarrassed her arms, her whole body tensed, and she was alert to the people around her: "Are you talking to me?"

"if not?"

The rain screen blurs her vision, lingering in the falling rain, asking her: "What if I don't agree?"

"You quarreled my people." Chu Zheng moved down the umbrella, revealing her face completely, and the flashing lightning illuminates her cold eyes: "I will kill you."

That sentence is not like a joke.

Hanqiqi didn't know what to do.

Save her by agreeing to her terms.

Kill her if you don't agree.

What is the difference between this and forced persecution? !

The besieging Hanqi took a few steps back inexplicably, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A little girl, what are they afraid of?

"Be less damned and nosy!" One of them pointed to Chuzheng: "Those who are acquainted, get out of here!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, the whole person flew out and hit the wall with a ‘bang’.

No one saw how she moved her hand.

The group of people who besieged Hanqi was shocked and dared not move for a while.

Hanqin laughed: "Okay, I promise you."

The sound of the rain grew louder, and in the continuous rain curtain, there seemed to be some beast dormant.

The group of people was uneasy, but at the end they shouted, "Go!"

-

Han Yu limped along with Chu Zheng through the courtyard and into the promenade.

Hanqin glanced back: "Those people..."

"Someone will clean up." Chuzheng closed his umbrella, his tone indifferent.

Hanxuan remembered her, last time on the street, she moved her hand to Liangxuan.

Unexpectedly, they would meet again.

Still such a scene.

Chuzheng opened a door and motioned her to go in: "It's okay don't bark, don't bark if it's OK."

Han 萋萋: "..."

When can I call?

Hanqiqi entered the house: "Clothed..."

boom.

The door has been closed.

Hanqi was standing at the door, the water on his body dripped straight to the ground, but for a moment, a pool of water had gathered on the ground.

-

Hanqin suffered a serious internal injury and adjusted his breath all night. Although he got better, he was still a little weak.

Hanqin found the kitchen outside by himself and boiled medicine.

When the chef came, what he saw was a girl in blue, squatting on the ground making medicine...

"You... who are you?"

Han Yu turned his head, subconsciously looked at the other party's bottom plate, and saw that the other party's footsteps were frivolous, not like a martial artist, and he was alert and withdrawn: "Are you the servant of this house?"

In this huge house, Hanqin didn't see a living person after getting up today.

This is the first living person.

Chef: "No, I am a cook."

"..."

Isn't the cook a servant?

The chef is suspicious: "Who are you?"

Han Yu said, "I live here temporarily."

The chef is an honest person and can't think of too many things. Seeing Han Xingqi's calm and calm appearance, he is making medicine again. He was only Chu Zheng's friend.

"How many people live here?"

While preparing breakfast, the chef said: "Just Miss Chuzheng and a son."

"No one else?"

"Gone."

The chef didn't see anyone anyway.

Han Yingling smelled the food, her belly began to groan, she glanced at the chef and found that the chef had made a lot of breakfast.

"Don't you say there are only two people, how do you make so many breakfasts?" Hanqin was suspicious.

"That young man is picky, do more to let him choose." Sometimes busy working in the morning may not be able to get that one bite.

Han 萋萋: "..."

Hanqin drank the medicine by himself, and when the chef went to deliver breakfast, he followed him all the way.

From a distance, she saw the girl last night, sitting on the promenade, with her moon-white skirt lying on the ground.

The chef walked a few steps quickly: "Girl..."

Chu Zheng didn't lift his head either: "Send them all in."

The chef nodded and walked towards a room.

Hanqin came to Chu Zheng and sat opposite her: "Thank you last night."

Although the way she saved her last night was a bit weird, it was not unacceptable.

After all, at that time, she really couldn't hold it anymore.

"It's just a transaction."

Chuzheng always said that, and Hanxiu naturally took over: "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me see someone."

Hanxuan stared at Chuzheng, and suddenly remembered that Liangxuan had called her name before.

Although the name Hanqiqi is not a household name yet, it still has some fame in the arena.

-

The chef came out of the room with a little joy on his face: "The master drank a bowl of porridge."

Chu Zheng asked: "What kind of porridge?"

"Just...white porridge."

He prepared a few porridge, but he picked the bowl of white porridge.

"Yeah." Chu Zheng asked the chef to go down, taking Han Yu in.

Ming Xian was sitting at the table drinking porridge, humiliatingly entering, he put the hand next to him on the sword immediately.

He saw Chu Zheng at first sight, he glanced, loosened his hands on the sword, and continued to drink the porridge.

Han Yu's surprised voice sounded: "Ming Xian!"

Chu Zheng looked back at her: "Recognize?"

Hanqin blinked innocently, "Isn't it weird to know famous people in the arena?"

"Most people who have seen him are dead. Knowing the name does not necessarily recognize him."

Ming Xian paused slightly.

He swept towards Chu Zheng with his light. Chu Zheng stood sideways, looking at the chrysanthemum, his eyes were cold.

Ming Xian moved his fingertips, and dropped his head again after a while, if no one else continued to compete with the bowl of porridge.

"Fortunately to have seen one side." Hanqinqin's pretty face was smiling: "Is this not good?"

Chuzheng's eyes met her, and she was not evasive, and looked very calm.