Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Why did you vomit blood?

Chuzheng held his wrist and looked closely. The injuries were almost healed. It proved to be effective. How could he vomit blood? If he vomits blood, will he still think he is a good person?

"Where are you uncomfortable?" Chu Zheng asked him.

Litang was a little confused, leaning against Chuzheng's arms, her face pale and unable to speak.

Chu Zheng recalled carefully about receiving Litang, but he didn't seem to mention this, only that he was tortured by Song Gongzi and ran away...

So why Litang would vomit blood, she didn't have a clue.

The collar of Litang's placket was a little open, and the edge of the placket was wet with blood at this time, and it continued to spread.

Chuzheng opened the placket and exposed his shoulders.

The penetrating injury she had seen before was bleeding out, not only on the shoulders but also on the knees.

Chu Zheng put him down, lifted his trousers, and rolled them to his knees.

The wound on the shoulder and knee are almost the same...

"Hey." Chu Zheng supported the bed and leaned over to call Litang, "How did you get this injury on your body?"

With cold sweat on Litang's forehead, she couldn't answer her at all.

Chu Zheng's heart is irritable.

So annoying!

Forget it!

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Litang felt that he was being roasted on the fire, and his bones seemed to be burning. I don't know how long it took before he felt better.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them.

The body seemed to be pressed by something, breathing unevenly, and limbs stiff.

Li Tang suddenly woke up, he opened his eyes and stared at the mosquito net above his head.

It is not a dark, dirty, damp, rat-infested cell.

The room smelled faintly.

Where is he?

Litang's memory was a little confused, and it took a while to remember that a woman saved him.

Litang turned his head and looked at the room. It was the same room before.

His clothes were a bit messy, his neckline was open, revealing his bruised chest and shoulders.

Litang gathered his clothes in silence, and the pain on his shoulder made him unable to get up.

Until this moment, he did not believe that he really left that cell, that place like a nightmare.

That man also died.

"Squeaky-"

Litang looked at the door, and the girl in a light-colored dress came in with a tray, met his gaze, and said faintly, "I'm awake."

She closed the door, put down the tray, and walked to the bed: "Hungry?"

Litang shook his head, but his stomach was grunting and screaming.

Chu Zheng turned around and brought the tray over: "Eat it, hot."

He went on a hunger strike for two days in the dungeon and was already too hungry. Litang was silent for a while, tried to sit up, but failed several times in a row, sweating all over.

He lay back and shook his head, he stopped eating.

Chu Zheng seemed to have reacted then, reaching out to help him up and stuffing his chopsticks.

Litang leaned against Chuzheng and put his back against her warm and soft body, and he could see her white side face when he glanced sideways, with a dull halo, as if it was plated with dim light.

He stared for a few seconds, then looked away.

Litang's fingers trembled, and he couldn't hold his chopsticks at all.

He stared at the food in front of him, very hungry, but could not eat.

"Eat."

The people behind urged him.

How does he eat!

Litang was angry for no reason, and threw away the chopsticks, and looked away, like a child with a temper.

[Miss Sister...] Wang Zhehao feels that she will not remind her that she will play this good person card to death, [He can’t eat it by himself now. 】

Chu Zheng: "..." Then wait until he has a way to eat by himself?

[...] Is normal thinking like this? [You can’t feed him? ! 】

Chu Zheng: "..." I'm not his mother, why should I feed him!

[You just treat yourself as the fuck? 】

I am not such an old son.

[Now there! Hurry up, Miss Sister, if you starve to death, you have to rewind and start again. You finally got here, do you want to go back and do it again? Don't you want to? Be a good person if you don't want to! We must be a good person, a good person, a good person! ! 】

Chu Zheng: "..."

Chu Zheng resignedly picked up the spoon and fed it to Litang's mouth, coldly commanding: "Eat."

Litang frowned, did not open his mouth, Chu Zheng suddenly pinched his chin and fed it directly.

"Cough cough cough..." Litang was choked. Is she trying to kill herself?

Chu Zheng patted him on the back and fed it to his mouth again. Li Tang hadn't moved yet, Chu Zheng had already planned to pinch his chin again, and Li Tang squeezed his mouth.

Chuzheng feeds a spoonful, and Litang takes a bite, but Chuzheng feeds faster and faster, and Litang's cheeks bulge.

After Litang had eaten, she was sweating all over, seeing Chuzheng's eyes full of anger.

He didn't even notice that when he first left the dungeon, he was emotional and angry.

"How did you get the injury on your body?"

Litang knew what hurt she was asking, he lowered his head and said for the first time: "Exterminate the magic nail."

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and there was a vague sense of hatred.

Chuzheng's mind is full of extermination nail. What nail is it? She has never heard of it! This is super class! !

After a while, she calmly asked: "How to get it out?" No matter what the nails are, just get it out!

The boy shook his head: "Can't get it out."

"why?"

The young man's eyes fell into dead silence again, only shook his head without making a sound.

He seemed to fall into his own world, no matter what Chuzheng said, there was no response.

Chu Zheng stuffed him into the quilt and walked back and forth in place, the background board was full of trouble.

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"right here!"

Litang was awakened by the noise, and the fire flickered outside the window, illuminating almost the entire room.

Chu Zheng stood in front of the window, the window in front of him ajar, looking down.

The shopkeeper was talking to the leader below, and seemed to want to stop them, but the group of people entered the shop arbitrarily.

Then someone drove the rest of the inn out, and someone came to her room.

Chu Zheng closed the window and looked back at Litang.

Litang grabbed the quilt and stared at her silently.

"Open the door! Come out!"

"The people inside come out for me!"

Chu Zheng walked to the door, took the coat hung on the chair and put it on.

Squeak

Chu Zheng opened the door, and the corridors outside were full of people holding torches, all of them from the Song family.

"It's her!" A person behind the group pointed to her: "I saw that the murder weapon was hers. She killed Song Gongzi! She is the murderer!"

Chuzheng's indifferent gaze swept toward the person who identified him, who was the same thief he had met before.

The thief met Chu Zheng's sight, his back was chilled inexplicably, and he hid behind the crowd.

"Well, you wicked woman, how dare you kill our son!" The Song family was full of anger.

"Do you have evidence?" Chu Zheng asked in a calm tone with his arms around his chest.

"This is the evidence!" The man threw the blood-stained spirit weapon in front of Chu Zheng.

The spirit weapon hit the wooden floor and made a dull sound.

"Someone saw you bought this sword with your own eyes. Our son was killed by this murder weapon." The speaker pointed to the thief: "He also saw you appear near the crime scene, not who you are!"