"Who!" Unlike Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo was barely a first-class master at this time, and immediately sat up and stared at the other party's back, holding the Nine Yin White Bone Claw in her hand and ready to go.

"Zhiruo, it's me." The masked man turned around and pulled down the mask, which was the Mingjiao Sect advocating Wuji.

"I don't know what Sect Leader Zhang's intention is to break into my couple's bedroom in the middle of the night!" Although Zhou Zhiruo's tone was cold, the energy in her body slowly dissipated, and she really didn't need to be on guard against Zhang Wuji.

"Zhiruo, other people don't know about your husband and wife, don't I know?" Zhang Wuji looked at the two people who were sleeping in separate beds and said softly.

Seeing that he knew that he and Song Qingshu were not husband and wife, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry for a while, so he had to say coldly: "The affairs of our husband and wife don't bother with the sect leader."

Zhang Wuji walked over slowly, and said with a wry smile: "Zhiruo, I haven't come to you for so many days, I know that you must be angry with me, but after the battle with Sandu, I went crazy, and I have been combing the scattered true qi for the past few days......"

"Oh, how are you now~" Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows, and didn't wait for him to answer, grabbing his wrist a little anxiously to check his pulse.

"Reluctantly suppressed, the Holy Flame Order and the Great Shift of Qiankun are worthy of the strange martial arts from the Western Regions, and if you are not careful, it is easy to go mad." Facing Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji did not have the slightest precaution in the martial arts, and let her grasp her pulse.

"No wonder your breath is a lot weaker now." Zhou Zhiruo felt that the current Zhang Wuji was a little different from before, but she thought it was the sequelae of going mad, and she didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Zhiruo, you still care about me as much as you did when you were a child." Zhang Wuji was moved and held her hands affectionately.

Thinking of the first meeting between the two on the Han River, Zhou Zhiruo also seemed to be in a dream, looked up, and saw Zhang Wuji's eyes also looking at him affectionately.

They never expected that Song Qingshu, who should have been unconscious on the bed, was looking at this qiē coldly, it turned out that after he was pointed, the several true qi left by Nameless on him reacted, making him wake up from his coma, but after all, this is just the residual true qi left by Nameless in order to nourish his meridians, Zhang Wuji is a first-class master in the world, how can the rest of the acupoints not be opened, Song Qingshu is now awake except for consciousness, and his body is completely unable to move.

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo affectionately, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but lower his head and kiss it.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's face getting closer and closer to herself, Zhou Zhiruo had the feeling of a sharp heartbeat accelerating, at this moment, she knew that her unforgettable love for Zhang Wuji might not be able to fade away in this life.

Suddenly thinking that she had become someone else's wife, Zhou Zhiruo felt a sharp pain in her heart, twisted her head to the side, pushed Zhang Wuji's chest open, took the opportunity to step back three feet, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at him angrily: "You already have your county lord, and I have also married another woman, what do you want to do here!"

"I don't know," Zhang Wuji shook his head bitterly, "I really love you, and I am reluctant to be a passerby with you from now on."

Hearing Zhang Wuji say that she loved her, Zhou Zhiruo's heart jumped and she bit her lip: "What about Zhao Min?"

"I love it too!" Song Qingshu didn't expect that Zhang Wuji, who has always been emotionally indecisive, would be so simple this time, and Zhou Zhiruo also laughed angrily: "Then what are you doing with me!"

Zhang Wuji tore open his shirt, revealing the scars on his chest that had been left by the Yitian Sword: "Zhiruo, your figure, just like the Yitian Sword, is forever engraved on my heart, my heart for you has never changed, when I heard you and Song... The news of Senior Brother Song's marriage, I want to die."

Seeing the faint scar on his chest, Zhou Zhiruo recalled the heartbreak when the girl on the top of the light stabbed this sword, and sighed for a while, and sighed faintly: "Then why didn't you come to rob your relatives in the first place?" Do you know that when I bet on marriage with Qingshu, I bet on whether you would come to rob your relatives, but I lost." After saying that, he smiled sadly.

"At that time, I was too stupid, thinking that Senior Brother Song loved you so much, and you would be very happy after you got married." Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand to hold Zhou Zhiruo into his arms, but she subconsciously stepped back, and couldn't help but say distressedly, "Until after you got married, I cut my heart like a knife every day, and I knew that I couldn't let it in the face of love."

The other party has never confided in her like today, Zhou Zhiruo thought about it for a while, and while she was happy, she thought of her identity at this time, and couldn't help but say bitterly: "What's the use of saying this at this time, I'm already Mrs. Song."

"You have no real name at all!" Zhang Wuji said angrily, "In my heart, you will always be the kind girl on the edge of the Han River." He stretched out his thumb to brush the tears on her cheeks, but Zhou Zhiruo took another step back.

Zhang Wuji continued to move forward and Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were confused for a moment, his teeth were biting, and he resolutely took another step back, his mind was chaotic, he didn't notice his feet, he didn't know what he tripped over, his body lost his balance, and he fell on the bed behind him.

"Be careful!" Zhang Wuji shouted lightly, and hurriedly rushed over to support her, but Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously blocked her, and the two lost their balance together and fell to the bed.

Because the table in the room was blocked, Song Qingshu didn't know what had just happened, only saw Zhou Zhiruo fall on the bed like a self-recommended pillow, Zhang Wuji immediately pressed it, and a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat in anger, and he fainted suddenly due to the initial recovery from his serious injury.

The two fell on the bed and looked at each other, and a wordless ambiguity emanated.

Watching Zhang Wuji's hand slowly approach the ribbon around his waist, Zhou Zhi. Ruo suddenly came to his senses, blocked it with his hand, sat up all of a sudden, and hesitated: "Don't, Qingshu ......" She wanted to look at her husband who was lying opposite, but was blocked by Zhang Wuji in front of her, and she couldn't see it at all.

"Don't worry, I ordered him all over his body, he won't know." Zhang Wuji was very confident in his skills, and he had no intention of turning back, completely unaware that the actions of the two just now had all fallen into Song Qingshu's eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji pulled her hand aside, grabbed the bow of her belt, and was about to pull it gently, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly came back to her senses, dodged, and jumped out of bed.

Grabbing the teacup on the table, a glass of water was splashed directly on Zhang Wuji's face, Zhou Zhiruo glanced back at her husband who was unconscious on the bed, and bit her silver teeth: "Zhang Wuji, I still hope you respect yourself."

Zhang Wuji was stunned, the tea slipped down his cheeks, and a drop fell on the futon, looking at Zhou Zhiruo embarrassedly.

"Why don't you hide?" Turning around and seeing his wolf appearance, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little unbearable in her heart, and asked softly.

"I'm damn offending you, what is this cup of tea?" Zhang Wuji wiped the tea leaves off his face and said with a wry smile.