Assassin's Biographies

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He did not exaggerate what he said, Murong Li's face at this moment is not only pale, but also weak.This one-hour rest seems to be not a rest, but a fatigue.

But Murong Li seemed to be in high spirits, his eyes were even more lively than usual.He picked up the box from the table and handed it to Zhi Ming: "For you."

Zhi Ming reluctantly took his hands away from Murong Li's face, took the box and opened it.

I saw a long sword lying in the box, the scabbard was the color of black ink, just looking at it like this made people dazed, as if they were facing a bottomless abyss.

Zhi Ming picked it up and pulled it out. The blade of the sword had a cold light, and there were some patterns hidden in the floating light and shadow. Looking closely, it looked like a giant dragon hovering around.

It looks like a peerless sword.

It was rare for Zhi Ming to receive something from Murongli, he was very excited when he saw the sword, he waved it in the air several times before putting it back into the sheath, and asked Murongli, "Ah Li, what is the name of the sword you gave me?"

Murongli smiled slightly and said, "This sword is called Xing Ming."

Emperor's Sword

Xingming.

In Zhiming's hands, it is the sword of the emperor that Yuxuan has been seeking for a long time.

He spent all his time and tried many times, just for Murongli to help him, so that he could master this sword and conquer the world.

However, at this time, Murongli gave it to someone so lightly.

And the person who got this sword never thought about Xing Ming Sword at all, not only did he not think about it, he even—

Zhi Ming held the sword excitedly, and looked at Murongli: "What is this sword for, does it look better wearing it?"

——He didn't even know the origin and saying of the Xing Ming Sword.

Just treat it as an ordinary gift.Nothing but the giver is special.

Although the other party's words were almost silly, Murongli smiled and nodded: "I think you wear it very well, do you like it?"

As a gift from Murongli himself, in Zhi Ming's opinion, not to mention a sword, even a stone picked from the ground is better than thousands of jewels and jades.So he said without hesitation: "I really like it."

"That's good," Murong Li casually picked up the flute at the side, and said to Zhi Ming, "Is the 5 people who came here settled properly? I want to go and see."

Seeing that Murongli was about to get up, Zhiming thought that his pale face must be due to lack of rest, so he deliberately advised him to rest for a while, and subconsciously grabbed Murongli's arm: "Ah Li..."

Murongli's reaction was not as calm as usual, he retracted his hands instinctively, and even took half a step back.

Faced with this seemingly evasive action, Zhi Ming couldn't help but be astonished, it was because Murong Li's reaction was too big, it was an unprecedented strangeness.

After Murong Li took half a step back, he immediately realized the embarrassment of the situation, and immediately wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to speak.

Fortunately, Zhiming is not a character who is easy to be hit. He was stunned on the spot, and then stretched out his hand tentatively: "Ah Li?"

"Ah?" Murong Li seemed apologetic, and quickly found an excuse, "I may be restless, in a trance."

Zhi Ming immediately said distressedly: "So you should rest a little longer!"

It doesn't matter if there are [-] or [-] people, no matter where they are, it doesn't matter, it's not as valuable as Ah Li's sleep.

Murong Li shook his head lightly: "Let's go and see those people in Xun Su first, and we can rest later."

After finishing speaking, he turned around in one direction from Zhi Ming's side, and passed Zhi Ming.

It seems to be deliberately avoiding in a certain direction.

Zhi Ming turned around thoughtfully, followed Murong Li for a few steps, and finally thought of the problem.He rushed to Murongli in a few steps, but he didn't reach out to touch him anymore, he just blocked Murongli's way.

"Your Majesty?" Murong Li asked suspiciously.

Zhiming paused, looked at him seriously and said, "A Li, show me your hand."

Murong Li was startled, lowered his eyes to avoid Zhi Ming's gaze, and only asked: "What can I see in my hand?"

The sleeves of the armor are mostly tight, but the one on Murongli is a bit different, probably because he has not planned to go to the battlefield in person, the clothes are made looser than the formal armor, and the sleeves are still soft cloth near the wrist.

But after all, it is still tight.

Murongli slightly hid the hand that was not holding the flute behind his back, but Zhiming's intention to see was very firm, he refused without a valid reason, so he could only compromise slowly.

The place that was held just now was hidden under the sleeve, Zhi Ming didn't dare to touch it rashly, he could only hold Murong Li's exposed hand, and gently turned up the sleeve.

Murongli knew that he couldn't hide it, so he didn't say anything more, Ren Zhiming carefully folded his sleeves little by little.

There was a trace of sweat in the hand held by Zhi Ming, and he didn't know whose it was.

The sleeves were rolled up, and a wound appeared impressively.

The wound obviously appeared not long ago, and it was only roughly wrapped with a layer of white cotton cloth. The cotton cloth was already blood-stained red, almost the same color as the clothes Murong Li was wearing.

The bright red has never been so eye-catching.

Murongli felt that Zhi Ming shook his hand, but he calmed down instantly, but the calmness was too nervous.

Zhi Ming used the lightest effort to remove the layer of cotton cloth again.

The blood hadn't coagulated yet, and it was barely visible because it was pressed by the sleeves.But the bandaging method was too careless, Zhi Ming wanted to remove the cloth and replace it with the best wound medicine.

But once it was opened, and seeing such a horrific wound, he hardly had the courage to look at it.

"A Li..."

Zhi Ming's voice trembled, "Does it hurt?"

Murongli was surprised to notice that there seemed to be something wrong in Zhiming's voice, he didn't have time to think about it, and immediately denied it: "It doesn't hurt."

"I do not believe."

Zhi Ming answered without hesitation, turned his gaze away from the wound, and looked at Murongli stubbornly: "I don't believe it."

Murongli stared at Zhiming in a daze, with incredulity in his eyes.

It was the first time this person said that he didn't believe what he said, but with such a sad and distressed expression, his sobs were choked up, his eyes were red, as if he was about to shed tears.

Looking at Zhi Ming's appearance, Murong Li suddenly thought in his heart, will anyone still cry for me?

Am I worth it?

From here on

"It really doesn't hurt," Murong Li tried slightly, trying to pull his arm out of Zhi Ming's hand, "Don't look at it."

Being looked at like this, Murong Li didn't feel anything at first, but he also felt a little wronged.

Just like a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time, when he suddenly sees the familiar smoke from the kitchen and hears the chattering, at that moment, no matter how strong he is outside, he can't help but want to let go of his defenses and confide in him.

But Zhi Ming refused to let go, he didn't dare to touch the wound on Murongli's arm, he could only hold onto Murongli's fingers tightly: "Don't move around." Then he shouted to the door: "Come on, tell the imperial physician, hurry up!" point!"

It always takes some time for the imperial doctor to rush over. During this period, Zhi Ming looked at the blood oozing from the wound and looked helpless. He could only force Murongli to sit on the chair, and then used the cotton cloth that was already dyed red Carefully wipe his wound.

It wasn't until the imperial physician finally came in that Zhi Ming finally had someone to speak loudly to: "Hurry up and bring the best medicine for wounds, if A Li's arm gets scars or other problems, this king will not spare you!"

The imperial physician Nuonuo stepped forward to study Murongli's wound. Zhiming didn't dare to disturb him, and panicked, he turned to see Fang Ye who had just entered the door with the imperial physician, and immediately found a new target to vent his anger on: "Fang Ye, didn't you protect Ah Li? Did you know he was injured? Why didn't you stop him!"

Fang Ye was scolded for nothing, and listened with his head down, without any excuses.Regarding what Murongli was going to do, he naturally didn't dare to stop him, and he couldn't be blamed for this mistake anyway, but even so, Fang Ye still bowed his head and confessed without hesitation: "This subordinate deserves to die."

The four words are said to be decisive and resolute.

Zhiming was caught off guard by this straightforward confession, he wanted to curse a few more words, but he couldn't.After a pause, I had no choice but to throw a sentence in dissatisfaction: "Quite damn!"

Then he looked back at Murongli cautiously and left.

The imperial doctor looked at Murongli's wound, and was also very surprised: "My lord, this injury didn't happen once, did it?"

When Zhi Ming heard this, he scolded directly: "Quack doctor! You are talking nonsense, there is only one wound!"

Indeed, there was only one wound on Murongli's arm, which was scratched neatly.

However, Murong Li nodded after hearing the imperial physician's words, "It was injured several times."

"What?" Zhi Ming almost jumped up, "How many times have you been hurt?"

Such a wound, if it wasn't a one-time injury...

The imperial physician sighed, "Young Master is really very human."

To be able to endure such pain.

Zhi Ming was stunned by the side, looking at Murong Li in disbelief.

The imperial doctor dug out the wound medicine cotton cloth from the medicine box, compared and selected various things, and finally found one that was satisfactory, and began to apply medicine to the wound.

Murongli turned his head to avoid Zhiming's gaze, and said softly, "Your Majesty, why don't you go and see the 5 people in Xunsu..."

"Don't go!"

Being rejected so quickly, Murongli couldn't help being slightly startled, and then showed a little helplessness: "Then I'll go over later."

"You are not allowed to go either!"

Murong Li thought about it, and felt that he was wronged a little - although he didn't know where his wrong was, but it was really inappropriate to confront Zhi Ming at this time, so he compromised: "Okay, I won't go either. "

After the imperial doctor bandaged the wound, he hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Is your only arm injured on this side?"

Zhi Ming suddenly became more nervous, looking at Murong Li, afraid that he was really still injured.

Fortunately, Murongli immediately shook his head: "This one of mine