Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Ah Zhu, how do you feel now?" Lin Pingzhi asked softly.

A'Zhu slightly opened her eyes, her face was extremely pale, with no blood at all, blood was still spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Mingyue, I'm so tired, I really want to sleep."

Hearing A'Zhu's weak voice, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

It would be great if my martial arts were higher.

In this way, there is no need for A'Zhu to help him block the palm.

"Don't be afraid, I will heal you now."

Lin Pingzhi helped A'Zhu to sit up.

He picked up the Shenzhao Sutra and patted Ah Zhu's back with his palm.

The Divine Lighting Sutra wandered in A'Zhu's body, constantly repairing A'Zhu's injuries.

There was heat on A'Zhu's head, and some blood color gradually returned to A'Zhu's pale face.

It doesn't look that weak anymore.

"Mingyue, I'm much better."

A'Zhu said softly, her voice sounded more energetic.

Lin Pingzhi moved his palm away solemnly.

Although Ah Zhu looks better now.

But he knew.

The powerful vajra palm shook her heart.

With the power of Shenzhao Gong, it is impossible to save her.

Erasing the ugly face, Lin Pingzhi had a smile on his face.

"That's right, Ah Zhu, you're all right, don't be afraid." Lin Pingzhi said softly.

Hearing Lin Pingzhi's voice, A'Zhu gently leaned on Lin Pingzhi's chest.

"Mingyue, I feel a little cold, can you hug me?" A'Zhu said softly.

"it is good."

Lin Pingzhi said softly, he gently embraced A'Zhu's shoulders, and lightly rested his chin on her black hair.

Ah Zhu enjoyed this feeling very much.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

very happy.

"Mingyue, why are you in Shaolin Temple?" A'Zhu asked softly.

"Because, I guessed that you would come." Lin Pingzhi smiled lightly.

He really didn't expect Ah Zhu to be here.

It was only after I came here that I realized that the plot was starting to start, and then I knew that Ah Zhu would be there.

The corner of Ah Zhu's mouth was filled with a happy smile.

"I know you're lying to me, you're not so godlike, but even if you're lying to me, I'm still very happy." A'Zhu said happily.

The corners of Lin Pingzhi's eyes were moist.

He felt that he owed Ah Zhu too much.

Before, I rashly used the favor card to make A Zhu fall in love with me.

In fact, his feelings for Ah Zhu are not very deep.

But now, A'Zhu blocked the Vigorous Vajra Palm for him.

Lin Pingzhi's debt to Ah Zhu directly surpassed his liking.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you." Lin Pingzhi knew that he had to pay back what he owed her.

A'Zhu slowly wanted to break free from Lin Pingzhi's embrace.

But Lin Pingzhi refused, he hugged A'Zhu very tightly.

"Mingyue, don't hug me so tightly, I'm going to be out of breath." A'Zhu said with a smile.

Lin Pingzhi loosened his grip slightly, but still hugged him tightly.

"Mingyue, do you want to know why I appeared in Shaolin Temple?" A'Zhu leaned on Lin Pingzhi's chest and asked softly.

Lin Pingzhi naturally knew a little about this.

"It must be Murong Fu, I asked you to secretly wash the marrow sutra." Lin Pingzhi said coldly.

A trace of surprise flashed in Azhu's beautiful eyes.

"Mingyue, you are so powerful, you can guess this." A'Zhu was still smiling, but suddenly coughed, "Ahem, Mingyue, ahem..."