Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: Wandering the World with My Sword (35)

A year has passed.

Ming Xian let out a breath, it has been quite long.

But what should he do?

Leave... or stay?

Ming Xian’s first thought was to leave, what use is there in staying with his condition?

Yet this thought circled around and finally settled on staying.

He thought about that girl.

He thought about her madly.

He didn’t want to leave her.

Ming Xian tentatively asked, ”Chuzheng... are you busy lately?”

”Not really, I see her every day.” Han Qiqi, not noticing Ming Xian’s expression, spoke to herself.

”Is... is that so.”

”Isn’t she with you every day? Are you forgetful?” Han Qiqi seemed puzzled, stroking an imaginary beard like an old scholar: ”Does Jun Bugu have this side effect?”

”No, Qiqi.” The senior brother didn’t poke his head out, only his voice came through.

Ming Xian stood there dazed.

When did she accompany him?

She hadn’t appeared in front of him at all...

Ming Xian was sure he wasn’t forgetful, after all, he clearly remembered what happened yesterday.

He hadn’t noticed when Han Qiqi left, he looked around and got up from the bed.

Ming Xian put on his clothes and went out; outside was a courtyard, with a stream flowing through it and a small bridge over it.

In this unfamiliar environment, Ming Xian didn’t know where he was.

He randomly chose a direction to walk, and quickly saw Villain A.

Villain A was standing in the corridor, slightly bent over, and Ming Xian heard his voice speaking.

He stood still, waiting for Villain A to leave, but before he could go over, the person turned around and upon seeing him, actually turned away and left.

Ming Xian felt a pang of bitterness and gritted his teeth, chasing after.

”Chuzheng...”

The person in front was very fast, and after chasing a distance, Ming Xian felt a little breathless.

”Cough cough cough...”

Ming Xian stopped, clutching his chest and coughing, feeling some wetness on his fingers, the white clothes slowly soaked in blood.

”What’s wrong with you?”

Someone supported Ming Xian’s body.

He slightly lifted his gaze, held Chuzheng’s wrist, with his eyes tinged red: ”Why are you avoiding me?” His tone seemed to carry an accusation.

”...” I’m not avoiding you, worried that I might inadvertently beat you to death! Do you think sneaking around is easy!

Chuzheng calmly changed the topic, ”Why are you bleeding?”

He’d been well-fed and cared for these days, why was he bleeding again?!

Ming Xian looked at the blood on his fingers, his expression also somewhat bewildered.

Chuzheng took him back to the room, directly pulled down his clothes.

The wound on Ming Xian’s shoulder that had already healed had split open.

Not just the wound, even the internal injury from before reverted to its previous state.

Han Qiqi’s senior brother said the medicine’s effects had completely faded, everything would revert, and it would get worse.

Chuzheng paced back and forth, suppressing her inner agitation: ”Is there really no cure for Jun Bugu?”

Han Qiqi shook her head: ”The only person who could cure Jun Bugu was my master, but... my master didn’t leave anything behind.”

The senior brother sighed: ”I managed to concoct a medicine to suppress Jun Bugu by studying the notes left by my master, but it doesn’t say how to completely cure it.”

He and Ming Xian’s story dates back several years.

At that time, Han Qiqi seemed to particularly dislike him, he didn’t know what teenage girls thought about, she was very rebellious.

One day that junior sister, without a word, left a letter saying she was going to graduate, and sneaked down the mountain without permission, so he could only go down to find her.

He didn’t find her, but got into trouble first.

Although his medical skills were good, his martial arts were very poor—one could say he had none, because his body couldn’t endure martial arts, too much activity was not possible—Ming Xian was just passing by and saved his life.

Ming Xian had the same destination as him at that time, so he shamelessly followed him.

A while ago, Ming Xian came looking for him.

Asked if he had any medicine to temporarily suppress Jun Bugu.

Perhaps sometimes fate has it all arranged.

The senior brother thought for a moment: ”How about I go back and look through everything again, see if there’s any useful clue, there might be a way...”

Ming Xian sat dazed on the bedside, Han Qiqi tactfully dragged her senior brother away.

”I haven’t finished speaking.”

”You talk too much, even more than women.”

”A doctor must have a kind heart, Qiqi how did I teach you before...”

”Aren’t you annoying.”

”You need to walk properly, where’s your femininity.”

”You’re meddling too much!”

”Alright, alright, I won’t say anything, Qiqi, wait for your senior brother, slow down...”

Han Qiqi and her senior brother’s voices faded away, leaving the outside quiet again.

Chuzheng walked to Ming Xian, slowly squatted down, holding his hand that was resting on his knee.

”Don’t avoid me.” Ming Xian blinked, his eyes looking at Chuzheng: ”I don’t have much time left.”

”If you had listened to me, none of this would have happened.” Chuzheng couldn’t help herself: ”Why didn’t you believe me?”

”Are you upset because of this?”

Chuzheng’s face was cold: ”I’m not upset.”

Ming Xian was also stubborn: ”You clearly are.”

”I’m not.” Chuzheng said irritably: ”Say it again and I’ll leave.”

Ming Xian choked and tightened his grip on Chuzheng’s hand: ”Don’t go.”

His voice had a hint of tension and tremble.

”Something is taking root and sprouting inside me, driving me to do things. When I went to find Qiu Yuehe, I was already prepared to die with him...”

”And the result was you fell right into his trap and got attacked from all sides.” Chuzheng mercilessly stabbed further.

Ming Xian was speechless.

”If I had been a step later, I could have just prepared a coffin for you.” Chuzheng added another stab.

”...”

Back then, although he was a bit distressed, he hadn’t reached a dead end.

Even if something did happen, he thought he could take Qiu Yuehe down with him.

Ming Xian felt he survived to redress the grievances of those souls in Kongming Valley.

That was his responsibility, one he couldn’t avoid.

As for whether he would live or die in the end, he had never really thought about it before.

Ming Xian took out a piece of paper from his body and handed it to Chuzheng.

”What is this?”

Ming Xian signaled Chuzheng to open it and take a look.

—I have feelings for you.

”I wrote it last time, originally to leave it for you, but... I didn’t dare to in the end, so I rewrote it.” Ming Xian lowered his head, his voice somewhat faltering.

The chaos of emotions running wild in his heart disturbed Ming Xian to the core.

In the end, he resolved to think of nothing, looking directly into Chuzheng’s eyes: ”Does what you said before still hold true?”

Chuzheng asked seriously: ”What did I say?”

Ming Xian: ”...”

Ming Xian’s eyelashes lowered, concealing all his emotions. He took the paper back, slowly folded it: ”Never mind, just pretend I spoke nonsense...”

Indeed.

With his current body, only a year left, what could he offer her.

He was already hoping for too much. Why should anyone cater to him like this.

He wanted it when he wanted it, and abandoned it when he didn’t,

What right did he have.