Chapter 560 The City of Wangque [Thanks to the book friends 2017...7484 brother for the Silver Leagu
"Mr. Zhao, how did you know!"
Outside the main hall, Xiaoyu was puzzled and even forgot to move away from the big hand on her head that was rubbing her fair hair, "When Sister Xiu'er left, I saw you were still sleeping, weren't you?"
Zhao Rong put down the hand that was rubbing his face and looked down at Xiaoli Nu, who was very curious about knowledge.
It wasn't the purple-clothed sword spirit in the heart lake who told him.
Zhao Rong was actually... already awake.
When the righteous heroine killed the demon dragon and both ascended, letting him slowly walk out of the pure white cold palace.
This is also the reason why Zhao Rong opened his eyes in the main hall just now and the Sword Spirit, who understood the situation in the heart lake, teased him.
then.
Under the clear light of the bright moon that descended from the Nine Heavens Cold Palace, the full spiritual energy in the palace stirred crazily and rushed toward him who was seriously injured in the dragon coffin.
Zhao Rong was awakened by the itching sensation of flesh and bones, and found that his entire soul seemed to have been pulled out.
The 'man and woman' were looking down at the pair in the dragon coffin from a high place.
The man is him with a broken arm and disfigurement, and the woman...
He also recognized it.
At that time, the two of them had become flesh and blood in a true sense.
Because Luo Xiu was lying on his chest, holding a Wen sword that Zhao Rong was familiar with.
Wen Jian was stained with the blood of the ‘Destiny Black Bird’.
It became a bloody blade.
It turned out that Luo Xiu used a sharp sword to slit Zhao Rong's throat when the Pure White Han Palace was opened.
The blood from the arteries in his throat gushed out like a spring.
With blurry red cheeks, she smiled foolishly and put her lips in front of Zhao Rong's throat, drinking his fresh blood in big gulps, as if she wanted to get some kind of compensation from this man...
And then...he was bleeding out and on the verge of death, and the pure white cold palace's medicine took effect instantly.
Flesh and white bones of the living and the dead...the throat healed...reborn...a new look.
Zhao Rong came out and looked down, his soul returned to his body, and his vision returned to the darkness blocked by his eyelids...
Then, the dust settled.
She lay on top of him with red cheeks and red lips, and the hot wind blowing from her mouth and nose blew against Zhao Rong's chest.
The two of them just lay quietly in the dragon coffin.
It seems like falling asleep, but also like afterthought...
"So...you're pretending to sleep?"
At this time, seeing Zhao Rong lowering his eyes and saying nothing, Xiaoyu asked suspiciously.
Zhao Rong was silent.
Xiaoyu got a little angry and slapped the hand that was touching his head, "How could you do this? You are lying to others, especially to Sister Xiu'er who saved you."
Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at the sky of the ruins. It was a closed dome.
The secret place Luo Xiu brought him to should be buried deep underground or located in a mountain.
Zhao Rong nodded and whispered softly: "She knows."
"She knows?" Xiaoyu wondered, "If Sister Xiu'er knew, then why did she let me stay and let me send you a message and return the things to you? Can't she just tell you when you are awake?
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With all the life experience the little girl has, she cannot figure out such complicated and convoluted issues between men and women.
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from looking at the ruins, thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe it's because the heroine Luo is not an ordinary woman. She wants to travel around the world and meet more interesting people and interesting stories. She doesn't want to be
Let this little Confucian scholar be confined to the small Wangque Island..."
As he said that, he also chuckled.
In the palace at that time, Zhao Rong chose to pretend to sleep.
He was pretending to sleep because the woman lying on top of him was also pretending to be asleep.
So he had to pretend to sleep.
Zhao Rong wanted to wake up, but she didn't want to wake up.
In other words, I didn't want him to wake up.
It may sound a bit convoluted.
But the meaning is all there.
Sometimes the relationship between men and women is like this. You can already know the other's conflicting thoughts without saying something.
Therefore, the two people who were close to each other in the dragon coffin were obviously so close at that time, their hearts were close to each other, and they could feel each other's heartbeat speeding up, but they did not 'wake up together' in the end.
Rather, wake up 'separately' and leave separately.
He gently raised his right hand that was resting on her waist. When she stood up and left the dragon coffin, she gently picked it up and gently put it back...
Zhao Rong respects her choice.
Therefore, what happened today may really be a simple one... the story of the heroine defeating the evil dragon, rescuing the young master and repaying her kindness, if there is no possibility of meeting again.
"What you said seems to make sense."
Xiaoyu crossed his chest, tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded thoughtfully.
After understanding the situation, the little girl became happy and said somewhat proudly:
"Sister Xiu'er is so handsome~ She never leaves her name behind when she does good deeds. She is a heroine who does not give in to men. She saved Xiaoyu and now she repays her kindness by rescuing the young master. She is a chivalrous and righteous person! Xiaoyu is following her now!"
Looking at the very energetic little girl, Zhao Rong was startled and then smiled.
Two people, one large and one small, were laughing in the empty and lonely ruins.
But in the next second, Xiaoyu suddenly said with a straight face, "No, you were bullied, no... you were sneak attack on my sister Xiu'er!"
Zhao Rong was stunned. He didn't quite understand the strange brain circuit of this little divorced girl.
Frowning, "What sneak attack on her?"
Xiaoyu recalled it and accused someone:
"Sister Xiu'er is a heroine, so powerful. However, when she left, she was very weak. Her face was red and her legs were weak. When she left the hall, she had to support me when she walked. When I asked her what was going on, she didn't say that she was holding her down.
Sir, is it yours? It seems to be suppressed. I wonder if you were attacked by a sneak attack..."
The little girl squinted her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong suspiciously: "Mr. Zhao, aren't you pretending to be asleep? Why are you still so ungrateful to chivalry and martial ethics?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
He wanted to explain that it wasn't him who didn't have martial ethics, but the dragon that was defeated by your heroine.
What does what the demon dragon did have to do with me, Zhao Ziyu?
But I don’t know where to start with the explanation. After all, if this was not explained, I would definitely have to explain to this curious little girl what the magic dragon is. In case she still has the spirit of exploration, she wants to see the magic dragon beheaded.
What to do with the 'corpse' afterwards?
To deceive a little girl into seeing a dragon? It’s such a punishment.
Zhao Rong immediately changed the subject and said, "Hey, what is painted on the ground?"
He pointed to the picture on the ground next to the little girl.
Xiaoyu didn't accept this trick, and warned in an old-fashioned way: "Master Zhao, you can't bully others like this in the future. It's not good."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Do you, little girl, know what you are talking about?
He had no choice but to pretend to be confused and nodded, then pointed at a series of crooked squares on the ground next to him and praised:
"The painting is nice. It looks like candied haws. You like to eat it too..."
Xiaoyu blushed, "What candied haws on a stick? This is obviously a house, a house made of lattice... do you understand hopscotch?"
Zhao Rong coughed and nodded, "I understand, I played with it when I was a child, so I understand a little bit."
"Seriously?" Xiaoyu was dubious, but eager to give it a try.
Zhao Rong saw it immediately.
It's easy to guess what this little girl is thinking.
He blinked, thinking he could play with her and talk to her.
He had just woken up, and there were still many things he didn't understand, such as...where was he now.
Zhao Rong nodded and spoke.
Soon, the two hit it off.
A handsome Confucian scholar in white clothes and black hair, and a young divorced girl with a fairy hair on her temples and two missing front teeth, picked up stones and played a game of "hopscotch" in the flower-filled ruins of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace.
Zhao Rong smiled and bent down, using a brush to draw a regular and neat 'house', his movements were very skillful.
This is a game Zhao Rong played in the Duke's Mansion when he was a child.
And soon, Xiaoyu realized deeply that the so-called "a little understanding" turned out to be a very "dangerous" modesty...
The game is a score system.
When Zhao Rong stood in the last square, he smiled and looked back at the dumbfounded little girl who was still in the first square.
He was only one point away from winning.
During the running and jumping just now, Zhao Rong had almost adapted to this completely reborn body and figured out some of the situation.
Actually...it's quite a surprise.
At the moment, Zhao Rong did not continue to jump. Winning a little girl and making her cry would be a hammer.
Not so bad.
However, I feel quite relaxed at this time, and the melancholy of parting with a certain woman has dissipated...
He turned back with a smile and suggested: "How about changing the gameplay next time."
"What...what kind of gameplay."
"I'll ask you an answer. If the answer satisfies me, I'll let you move forward one step..."
"Well, this is also a game?"
"This is an intellectual game, let's have a literary fight..."
Zhao Rong talked casually for a while.
Xiaoyu, who really wanted to win and go back to practice quickly, reluctantly agreed.
Zhao Rong smiled and calmed down his expression, "Where is this?"
His tone was serious.
"Wangque."
"I know this is Wangquezhou, and I am also from the mountain. I was wondering where this ruins is?"
"It's called Wangque, or Wangque City."
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the ancient buildings and desolate scenes on the left and right.
This abandoned ancient city has the same name as this continent?
Wangque...the city of Wangque?
Xiaoyu glanced at the grid in front of him, nodded and added:
"Well, this is what Sister Xiu'er told me. She said this is a city whose name appears in the myth of Li Di... I don't know the rest. Sister Xiu'er usually does things for that noble man. I
I just follow her, and I will go wherever Sister Xiuer goes."
Noble person?
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, but seeing the little girl's expression at this time, he smiled and said: "Well, Xiaoyu gets one point."
During the chat just now, Zhao Rong already knew the name of this little divorced girl.
"Great!"
The little fish jumped forward and finally advanced one space.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the autumn wind blowing from the cliff next to him, pointing his finger at it, "Is there... anything under this cliff? Or where does it lead to?"
Xiaoyu grimaced, she was not very good at this question, but she still told what she knew.
"Sister Xiu'er said it's called Sin Yuan. As for what's inside the pitch-black thing, I don't know. But Sister Xiu'er said she told me not to look down there. It might be... unknown. Well, I feel like hearing the name.