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Chapter 93: Is it over after it's done?

After talking about Fang Ping, Long Lingyun turned around and looked at Zhou Wanyi, then at Zhao Jianhui, with a strange expression on his face: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Zhou's sister. I wonder if my sister is big enough to take my cousin away?"

Zhou Wanyi suddenly laughed: "You know me? It's just a joke between children. How can sister take it seriously? If Master Fang really wants to leave, I can't stop him."

Long Lingyun nodded: "Thank you, cousin, let's go." As she spoke, she took small steps and slowly walked towards the door of the hall. Zhao Jianhui stood behind her, not knowing whether he should follow or stay to accompany Zhou Wanyi.

Zhou Wanyi's face was a little uncertain. Her pair of charming big eyes were not worth looking at Zhao Jianhui. She gently pouted and nodded to him.

Zhao Jianhui thought that the women he knew were all smart people. Could it be that these two women knew everything about the relationship at a glance?

Thinking about the text message that Long Lingyun left for him when he left, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but feel panic in his heart. Long Lingyun said that if he did anything to let her down, he would cut off his penis the next time they met. It was over. What should he do?

Long Lingyun, who was about to reach the door, suddenly turned around, stared at Zhao Jianhui with his eyes fixed, and said softly: "Aren't you going to leave? Or do you want me to wait for you outside?"

Zhao Jianhui scratched his scalp, stood up and followed Long Lingyun out.

As soon as he went out, he heard Zhou Wanyi yelling in a slightly changed tone: "Asshole,...shoot all these people on the spot." Zhao Jianhui paused for a moment, lowered his head, quickened his pace and followed Long Lingyun downstairs. Zhou Laohu was showing his power, so it was better to walk faster at this time.

Fang Ping heard Zhou Wanyi's voice in the room, and sweat broke out on his head. He was the first to run out: "Sister, I'm leaving first. My mother will ask about it later, so please cover for me."

By the Huangpu River, two figures were getting longer and longer under the shade of street lights. The breeze from the river brought a cool breeze from time to time, and the sound of the flowing river water became clearer and clearer. Going further, it was already vaguely hidden in the night, and everything in front of me was so blurry and unrealistic.

"Don't you want to say something to me?" Long Lingyun stopped and slowly turned around, with two crystal tears on his face.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it..." Zhao Jianhui felt that at this moment, any of his words were so pale and powerless, and they were all justifying his shameful behavior, so he decided to tell the truth and express his apology with a word of sorry.

"You bastard, what's the point of doing this on purpose?" Long Lingyun's small feet in high heels kicked Zhao Jianhui's thigh bone fiercely. Although he didn't really use much force, Zhao Jianhui still felt the pain.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry, that's all. I... what did I say to you?" Long Lingyun said, and raised his left foot again, kicked half of his foot forward, but then stopped abruptly. On his face, two lines of tears fell to the ground like pearls from a broken string.

Zhao Jianhui hugged her soft and delicate body and said in a low voice: "It's all my fault. If you want to hit you, hit you a few times to vent your anger..."

Long Lingyun hugged Zhao Jianhui's neck, and with his other hand, he hammered Zhao Jianhui's back a few times: "What's the point of hitting you? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I..." Zhao Jianhui was about to say that he didn't know what to do, but suddenly heard two sharp whistles from his ears. As he leaned forward while holding Long Lingyun, he felt two figures in the air, leaving only a phantom, flashing past his eyes.

Then, his eyes blurred, and two sturdy, expressionless men with machetes in their hands chopped at him and Long Lingyun again.

Seeing that the two men were very experienced in using knives, and their moves were also very exquisite, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be secretly surprised. The moves used by these people were obviously the Tang family swordsmanship of the ancient martial arts school Zhongchuanzhong.

Most people think that in this era of high-tech modernization, those ancient martial arts schools have long been annihilated in the long river of history with the advent of the era of hot weapons.

In fact, this is a misunderstanding of most people, and the mysteriousness of such schools creates an illusion for outsiders. Zhao Jianhui's master is a descendant of the ancient martial arts school, and he knows some secrets of the rivers and lakes, and he has mentioned them to Zhao Jianhui.

The descendants of the Tang family are an ancient school that still exists today, but they are completely different from the Tang Clan in Liang Daxia's novel. The most earth-shaking appearance of the descendants of the Tang family in the martial arts world was during the reign of Emperor Chengzu in the early Ming Dynasty, when a woman from the Tang Clan named Tang Sai'er led a peasant uprising in eastern Shandong.

According to historical records: In February of the 18th year of Yongle (1420), Tang Sai'er organized thousands of peasants in the name of the White Lotus Sect and revolted in Binzhou. Later, they moved to Qingzhou and occupied Xiashipengzhai as their base. They defeated the Ming Dynasty's official army many times and conquered Qingzhou, Zhucheng, and Ju County. Wherever the rebels went, they killed officials, opened warehouses to release grain, and provided relief to the people, shaking the entire province. Later, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty sent heavy troops to suppress the uprising, and Tang Sai'er disappeared.

The Tang Clan in Sichuan was the Tang Sai'er branch that moved from Luzhong to Sichuan in order to avoid being pursued by the court at that time. For hundreds of years, the descendants of the Tang Sect have been the embodiment of justice. Don't you want someone to assassinate you today?

Zhao Jianhui hugged Long Lingyun and spun around. He had already avoided the sword shadows of the two men. He let go of Long Lingyun and took out the belt from his waist. With a shake of one hand, the belt actually made a dragon roar.

"Hunyuan Sword?" The opponent roared in surprise. He kept moving, and the Tang Dao in his hand curled up into a sword light. He could only hear a "dinging" sound of gold and iron clashing, and in the blink of an eye he Zhao Jianhui has passed more than a dozen moves.

If there was only one person on the other side, Zhao Jianhui might have won by this time, but two men whose skills were comparable to his were attacking Zhao Jianhui at the same time, which was a bit too much for him to deal with.

Unable to dodge, Zhao Jianhui grunted, leaving a shallow knife mark on his shoulder. Although the wound was not deep, blood still flowed out immediately.

This was the first time that Zhao Jianhui faced an enemy and was openly injured by the opponent. It was obvious that the opponent's efforts were not in vain.

All this happened in just an instant. Zhao Jianhui glanced at the wound on his shoulder, suddenly jumped up and kicked a man away with a fierce whip leg. He paused and appeared next to Long Lingyun. At the same time, He reached out and hugged Long Lingyun's slender waist, and ran towards the dark night in the distance.

It's a shameful thing, but there is no way, because with Long Lingyun by his side, Zhao Jianhui cannot fight for the sake of face.

"Who is the other party? Why did they attack us?" After Long Lingyun was hugged by Zhao Jianhui, he felt like he was flying forward like a cloud, but his body was so limp that he couldn't exert any strength.

"I don't know either. Don't talk. They are catching up." Long Lingyun adjusted his position in Zhao Jianhui's arms and asked a little scared: "What should we do? Otherwise, you can leave me and leave first?"

Zhao Jianhui snorted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Hold me tight..."

But Long Lingyun cheered loudly, and with trembling little hands, he pulled out the pistol from Zhao Jianhui's arm: "You idiot, you have a gun, why don't you use it?"

As she spoke, she turned on the safety and fired a shot at the black figure behind her.

With the sound of the gun in Long Lingyun's hand, the two figures chasing behind finally stopped. A big man frowned and said, "Damn it, he actually used a gun. His grandma is really embarrassed."

Another man said: "I don't know what this guy's background is, but his cultivation level is so high. They say that there are many masters in China. I am convinced today."

"Humph, I will definitely not let him have such good luck next time I meet him."

This is Long Lingyun's residence, and Zhao Jianhui doesn't know where this place is. After opening the door and entering the room, Long Lingyun sat down on the sofa and gasped: "Why do such inexplicable things always happen when I am with you? Tell me, what did you do behind my back?" ?”

Immediately afterwards, it was not Zhao Jianhui's answer, but Long Lingyun's exclamation: "Ah, you are injured, please show me whether it is serious?"

"Haha, as long as you, the Great Divine Doctor, are here, I'll be fine..."

"Nonsense, let me see it quickly."

Seeing Long Lingyun's concern, Zhao Jianhui felt hot in his heart and had an idea. With the sound of "hiss...", when Long Lingyun tore open the clothes outside the wound, Zhao Jianhui let out a groan that seemed to be very painful.

Long Lingyun quickly pulled off a piece of cloth from his clothes and quickly wrapped his wound. "Just lie down and don't move. I don't have a medicine box here. I'll go out and buy medicine for you..."

Zhao Jianhui leaned on the sofa and half sat up, looking at the deep beauty who was still a beauty no matter what. Long Lingyun stood or sat, or lay on his side, and all the beauty was abstracted into a delicate and smooth curve, and then spread out. , reaching waist and hips, thus concretely beautifying it into a poetic fantasy, and this fantasy is condensed in the curved line shadow.

Seeing Long Lingyun straighten up and about to go out to buy medicine for himself, Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand to grab it and whispered: "I won't let you leave my sight now. It's very dangerous outside..."

One of his hands seemed to have touched something unusually soft. When he came to his senses, he felt the faint fragrance of his daughter coming to his face.

Zhao Jianhui scratched subconsciously, and a sweet cry sounded in his ears, and then Zhao Jianhui felt his big hand being slapped hard.

When he raised his head, he saw a shy and beautiful face, with a bare face, a bright red face, and a pair of pretty eyes full of anger.

"It turns out you are not like this. Why do you still have such thoughts after being injured?" Long Lingyun thought Zhao Jianhui did it on purpose.

Seeing Long Lingyun glaring at him, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but let out a loud "Ouch" again. He saw a wrinkled palm mark on the bulge of the black dress on her chest. He didn't know where he was in a daze just now. What did you do? He quickly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Long Lingyun's pretty face flushed, her teeth biting her red lips, her eyes full of shyness, she glared at Zhao Jianhui fiercely, and finally lowered her head: "You always don't mean it..."

"Uh..." Zhao Jianhui could only hold his arms and wailed politely: "Hiss, why does it hurt so much?"

Long Lingyun whispered: "You have to endure the pain, hum..."

She said nothing more. Zhao Jianhui was puzzled and moved his eyes from the ground to Long Lingyun again. His heart was beating wildly as he glanced at her.

Long Lingyun blushed and said, "What bad things are you thinking? I'll get you some medicine. There's a pharmacy not far from here..."

Zhao Jianhui shook his head and grabbed Long Lingyun's snow-white arm: "Don't go. You are the best elixir..." No matter how Long Lingyun struggled, Zhao Jianhui didn't let go. Long Lingyun's snow-white little hand desperately pushed away his strong body, but there was no way to escape his clutches.