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Chapter 778: Sword Roar Lingyun Temple! (2)
The next day.
When Wu Shuang opened his eyes, what he saw was bright sunlight.
Looking at the unfamiliar bed tent above his head and listening to the sound of waves coming from the window, he finally believed that this was not a dream - he was not dead!
"Master, are you awake?!"
A childish voice came from beside me.
Wushuang turned around and saw a delicate little maid with a double-ringed bun on the side of the bed, holding a bowl of steaming porridge and bringing it to him with a smile, "Are you hungry? May I feed you something?"
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Wushuang shook his head slightly, "Where is this place? Who brought me here?!"
"Young master, I'm sorry, these Zhi'er don't know either. Zhi'er just received orders from the master to serve you well!" The little maid Zhi'er shook her head with a hint of apology.
Owner?!
"Then who is your master?!" Wushuang stood up on the bed and did not feel the pain in his chest. He opened the placket of his middle coat and looked at his chest in confusion. He saw only a piece of fair and intact skin without any damage.
, not even a single scar.
He clearly remembered being stabbed in the chest by Gu Yueming's dagger and then falling into the river. What happened?!
"My master is my master!" The little maid smiled innocently and brought the bowl of porridge to him, "Master, please drink the porridge first. When you finish the porridge, my master will come to see you!"
In any case, the other party seemed to have saved his life, and with some gratitude in his heart, Wu Shuang hurriedly took the porridge bowl in his hand, thanked him politely, and took a mouthful of porridge to his mouth with a spoon, thinking of death.
With Xiao Yao in his hands, he felt that the porridge in his mouth was extremely bitter and he could not swallow it. He looked up and saw the little girl looking at him expectantly, so he had to bite the bullet and swallow the red bean porridge in the bowl one bite at a time.
When Wushuang had almost finished his porridge, there were footsteps outside the door.
"My master must be here!" The little maid took the empty bowl without hands and hurried over to open the door.
Wushuang looked up and saw a kind-faced old man walking in from the door with a smile. When he saw that he was awake, there was no surprise on his face. He just smiled and walked to the bedside, "How do you feel now, Master?!"
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"Thank you sir for saving my life!" Wushuang stood up after being uncovered.
"Young master is weak, so there is no need to be polite!" The old man took two quick steps and pushed him back onto the pillow. "Besides, I am not the one who saved your life!"
"It's not you?!" Wushuang raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Who is that?!"
"It's my master!" the old man said.
"Your master?!" Wushuang became more and more confused, "Who is it?!"
"My master is naturally my master!" The old man smiled and took out a quarter-folded piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Wu Shuang. "This is what my master left for you!"
Wushuang unfolded the paper in his hand with full of doubts, and saw a few strong cursive scripts written on it that were a few inches into the paper - If you want to kill me, go back to the valley and practice for a few more years!
There was no signature on the paper, but Wushuang immediately guessed who the person who left the note was.
There is only one person in the world who would speak to him in such a tone.
Xiao Yao, she is not dead!
"Where is she? Please tell her, I... I want to see her, just for a moment, and say a few words!" The palm holding the paper trembled, Wushuang looked at the old man's face with hope, "Please!
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The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally shook his head gently, "I'm afraid it won't work now, the master is not in Jiangcheng!"
She was still able to walk around, which meant that the injury was not serious. Wushuang felt slightly relieved, but then became worried for a moment, "If she's not in Jiangcheng, where did she go?!"