Chu Zheng entered the house to look for an umbrella, envied the single clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked at her with cold eyes.

"Who's out there?"

"I don't know."

Chu Zheng found the umbrella and went out with the umbrella: "You sleep, they won't disturb you." ”

Then the door shut.

Mingxian: "......"

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

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

-

Hatsuko walked into the rain with an umbrella.

Boom –

The lightning pierced the sky, and the sudden light illuminated the world, and Chu Zheng could see clearly who was besieged in the middle.

She was thinking about the person she was going to catch—Han Mingming.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella and crackled, like a rhythmic tune.

Chu Zheng stepped on the rain, from the bluestone slab, slowly walked over.

"Want to help?"

Her voice passed through the rain, through the night, and into the ears of the cold Mingming.

Han Mengmeng turned back suddenly, and suddenly saw a little girl standing in the rain curtain, holding an umbrella, and her moon-white clothes were like a touch of white light in the night.

The people besieging Han Meng were also shocked.

None of them noticed when the man had approached.

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

Han Mingming clutched his arms in embarrassment, his body tensed, and he was wary of the people around him: "Are you talking to me?" ”

"Or else?"

The rain blurred her vision, and she asked her, "What if I don't agree?" ”

"You've made a noise to my people." Chu Zheng moved the umbrella, completely revealing her face, and the lightning that swept through illuminated her cold eyes: "I will kill you." ”

That sentence doesn't sound like a joke.

Han Mingming didn't know how to react.

Promise her terms and save her.

If you don't agree, kill her.

What's the difference between this and forcible persecution?!

The besieging people inexplicably took a few steps back, but in an instant, they realized that something was wrong.

A little girl, what are they afraid of?

"Less fucking nosy!" One of them pointed to the first kite: "Acquaintances, get out of here!" ”

As soon as the man finished speaking, the whole person flew out and slammed into the wall.

No one saw how she moved her hands.

The group of people besieging Han Mengming were terrified in their hearts, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Han Mingming laughed: "Okay, I promise you." ”

The sound of the rain became louder, and in the rain curtain that was connected into a line, it seemed that some beast was lurking.

The group of people was uneasy, but in the end they still roared: "Go! ”

-

Han Mingming limped through the courtyard and into the corridor.

Han Mingming glanced behind her: "Those people ......"

"Someone will clean it up." Chu Zheng put away the umbrella, and his tone was cold and indifferent.

Han Mingming remembered her, the last time she was on the street, she made a move on Liang Xuan.

Unexpectedly, they would meet again.

It's still like this.

Chu Zheng pushed open a door and motioned for her to come in: "Don't scream if you're fine, and don't scream if you have something." ”

Han Mengming: "......"

So when can it be called?

Han Mingming entered the house: "There are clothes ......"

Bang.

The door is closed.

Han Mingming stood at the doorway, the water on her body dripping to the ground, but in a moment, a puddle of water had gathered on the ground.

-

Han Mingming suffered a lot of internal injuries, and breathed all night, although he got better, but he was still a little weak.

Han Mingming found the kitchen outside and boiled the medicine.

When the chef came, he saw a girl in blue, squatting on the ground and boiling medicine......

"You...... Who are you? ”

Han Mengming turned his head, subconsciously looked at the other party's next plate, and saw that the other party's steps were frivolous, not like a person who practiced martial arts, and was a little more vigilant: "You are the servant of this house?" ”

In this huge house, after Han Mingming got up today, he didn't see a living person.

This is the first living person.

Chef: "No, I'm a cook. ”

“……”

Isn't a cook a servant?

Chef was suspicious: "Who are you?" ”

Han Mengming said: "I live here temporarily. ”

The chef is an honest man, he can't think of too many things, seeing Han Mingming's calm appearance, and he is boiling medicine, he is just a friend of Chu Zheng.

"How many people live here?"

While preparing breakfast, the chef said, "Just the first Zheng girl and a son." ”

"No one else?"

"It's gone."

Chef didn't see anyone anyway.

When she smelled the food, her stomach began to growl, and she glanced over to the chef and saw that the chef had made a lot of breakfast.

"You don't say it's just two people, how do you have so much breakfast?" Han Meng was suspicious.

"That boy is picky, he has to do something to let him choose." Sometimes a busy morning doesn't necessarily give the person a bite to eat.

Han Mengming: "......"

Han Mingming finished drinking the medicine herself, and when the chef went to deliver breakfast, she followed him all the way.

From afar, she saw the girl from the previous night, sitting on the verandah, her moon-white skirt dangling to the ground.

Chef takes a few quick steps: "Girl......"

Chu Zheng didn't raise his head: "Send it all in." ”

Chef nodded and walked towards a room.

Han Mingming walked up to Chu Zheng and sat down opposite her: "Thank you last night." ”

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

After all, at that time, she was really about to lose it.

"It's just a deal."

Chu Zheng said this, and Han Mingming naturally continued: "What do you want me to do?" ”

"Help me see someone."

Han Mingming stared at Chu Zheng, and suddenly remembered that Liang Xuan had called her name before.

Although the name Han Mingming is not yet a household name, it is still somewhat famous in the rivers and lakes.

-

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

Chu Zheng asked, "What porridge?" ”

"That's it...... White porridge. ”

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

"Hmm." Chu Zheng asked the chef to go down and took Han Mingming in.

Ming Xian sat at the table and drank porridge, Han Meng entered, and the hand he put next to him immediately put it on the sword.

At first sight, he glanced at it, let go of the hand on the sword, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

Han Mingming's surprised voice sounded: "Ming Xian! ”

Chu Zheng looked back at her: "Acquaintance? ”

Han Mingming blinked innocently: "Celebrities in the rivers and lakes, isn't it strange to know?" ”

"Most of the people who have seen him are dead, and if they know his name, they may not recognize him as he looks."

Mingxian's movements paused slightly.

He swept towards Chu Zheng with his residual light, and Chu Zheng stood sideways, looking at Han Mingming, with coldness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Ming Xian's fingertips moved, and after a while, he lowered his head again, as if no one else continued to compete with the bowl of white porridge.

"I've had the pleasure of meeting him." Han Mingming's delicate face smiled: "This can't be done?" ”

Chu Zheng's eyes were on her face, Han Mingming was impartial and unavoidable, and she looked very calm.