Chapter 3 - The Script is all Wrong!

with hatred. "In front of all the heroes in the world, you followed that witch, Zhao Min, and left. When did you care about my affection? Now that you and Zhao Min are together, and I've become Lady Song, you're here to talk about old times! "

"This …" Zhang Wuji was stumped by the question. He froze there, not knowing what to say.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Zhiruo got angry for no reason. She raised her voice and said, "Zhang Jiaozhu, we're a man and a woman alone. It's hard to avoid gossip if we're together in the middle of the night. Please leave!"

Zhang Wuji was stunned on the spot. He said in a low voice, "Then I'll avoid your disciples when I come here in the future. We can talk slowly. I have a lot of things to tell you."

Seeing Zhang Wuji's figure disappear into the night, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to be in a daze. She hugged her legs and sat on the chair in a daze. It was unknown what she was thinking about. Her face showed shyness for a moment, and then a hint of anger rose in the next.

break Shaolin's Vajra Subduing Magic Circle. Along the way, Zhang Wuji went berserk and became crazy.

Zhou Zhiruo originally planned to return to Emei Temple after killing Xie Xun, but that night Zhang Wuji poured out his love for her, she temporarily gave up the idea.

After the Lion-slaying Assembly, Zhou Zhiruo stayed in Shaolin Temple because Song Qingshu was seriously injured and could not travel. She sent most of the disciples back to Emei Temple, leaving only one or two to serve him. All the disciples were talking about the Sect Leader's deep love for the son-in-law.

Song Qingshu looked on coldly. He could roughly guess the subconscious intention of Zhou Zhiruo. But after that night, Zhang Wuji never came here again. Seeing that Song Qingshu was getting better day by day, Zhou Zhiruo's face was obviously a little anxious.

The Black Jade Ointment was a holy item. In addition, Zhang Wuji used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to force the medicine directly into the bone marrow. Therefore, after a few days, Song Qingshu could get out of bed and walk. Except for a little weakness, he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Zhiruo, why haven't we returned to Emei Temple?" Song Qingshu tentatively asked Zhou Zhiruo.

"It's been a chaotic journey. When you are completely recovered, we will go on our way." Zhou Zhiruo's voice was strange and cold.

Song Qingshu had been struggling in the modern business world. He had long learned to judge the situation and be thick-skinned. Now that he was a cripple, and the slightly vicious image of Zhou Zhiruo in the TV series in his previous life was too deeply rooted in his heart. Considering that Zhou Zhiruo could send him to meet the King of Hell with just a flick of her finger, he was not so stupid as to have a showdown with her. If he annoyed her, she could just kill him ruthlessly. Then, she could live together with Zhang Wuji in private, and then announce to the public that she was seriously injured and died. Because Zhou Zhiruo had shown herself to be a virtuous wife during this time, no one would doubt her at that time.

Thinking of the promise he had made to the original owner of this body, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile bitterly. There had always been a thousand days of being a thief, how could there be a thousand days of guarding against a thief? If he wanted to protect Zhou Zhiruo's chastity, he had to take her chastity first, but … looking at his current powerless appearance, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. He could now be regarded as a dregs with Battle Power of five. In front of him, Zhou Zhiruo was simply a Super Saiyan. It was definitely impossible to forcefully push her away.

In the past few days, Song Qingshu had been trying to find topics to chat with Zhou Zhiruo, but the other side's response was extremely cold. Only when he talked about matters of the martial arts world did her reaction become slightly better.