Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 84 'Flying Dragon Riding the Cloud'

It was not dark in the secret passage. There was a luminous pearl embedded in the stone wall at a short interval. It was not very bright, but it was bright enough to see things.

Zhao Wumian stepped into the secret passage, fearing that any noise might alert the enemy, so he did not speak.

Guan Yunshu tilted his head and looked at him, then pointed at Zhao Wumian's shoulder, meaning, "Is the wound broken?"

Zhao Wumian was slightly surprised and gave her a puzzled look, "You still care about me?"

Guan Yunshu withdrew his gaze and walked forward silently, probably because he was angry.

Judging from the direction, the secret passage extends into the interior of Xiaoxitian, and must have been dug out by spies.

The secret passage was a one-way street with no forks. We walked quietly along the way without saying a word. Soon, a large hall appeared in front of us. There were oil lamps, cushions, carpets, and tea tables inside. It was probably a place for meetings.

There was no one in the lobby, which was normal. After all, Ye Wancang had left, and it was obvious that everything that needed to be discussed had been discussed.

The two looked at each other, walked forward tacitly, and rummaged through the boxes.

There was a stove next to the table. Judging from the flame, it had obviously just gone out. A lot of black matter could be seen in it. Zhao Wumian poked it with his scabbard, and some flying ash escaped from it.

"They were very cautious. I guess all the letter paper and documents were burned." Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly.

Guan Yunshu searched for a while but did not find anything useful. He frowned and glanced at the cushions. "Four cushions... at least four spies?"

"The number of cushions doesn't mean anything." Zhao Wumian pondered for a moment, but his ears moved slightly, and suddenly he heard the sound of faint footsteps coming from the corridor opposite the lobby... Judging from the noise, it was estimated that there were two people.

If he can hear it, Guan Yunshu can naturally hear it too.

With their strength, they are not afraid of anyone as long as the spy is not Master Dongxuan...but this trip is to gather information. If these two spies are caught, they will commit suicide by taking poison on the spot like Xiaoxuanzi did, and then the only remaining clues will be gone.

Naturally, it cannot be discovered at this moment.

The two men looked at each other, knowing the stakes of the situation, and then Guan Yunshu hurriedly restored the scene to its original state, while Zhao Wumian observed the surroundings. The division of labor was clear... Unfortunately, there was no obstruction inside the lobby, and there were only two corridors in front and back, so there was no place to hide.

Seeing the footsteps getting closer, Zhao Wumian saw that Guan Yunshu had almost cleaned up the scene, so he immediately put his arms around her waist and lifted her up. He took a few steps and flew up. With his other hand, he drew his sword and stabbed it diagonally into the ceiling. Then Zhao Wumian put his arms around Guan Yunshu with one hand and held the hilt of the sword with the other hand, using the strength of his waist and abdomen to almost stick to the ceiling.

Guan Yunshu had never expected that Zhao Wumian would hug her. She subconsciously held her breath and wanted to slap him away. However, the situation forced her at the moment. After all, she was not an ordinary woman. She forced herself to hold back her strength and just patted Zhao Wumian's chest softly with her little hand, just like a couple flirting.

That is to say, the extra time spent applying the medicine allowed Guan Yunshu to have some physical contact with Zhao Wumian, which allowed her to adapt a little. Otherwise, Zhao Wumian would probably still have been slapped away.

It was just that Zhao Wumian's big hand was around her waist, and Guan Yunshu only felt that the big hand was transmitting an extremely amazing warmth to her, even a little hot, like a piece of burning charcoal.

She didn't know why but she felt her body go limp and she couldn't use any strength. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire and she could even feel her heart beating faster and faster through the nerves on her face.

But just as Guan Yunshu was feeling uncomfortable, Zhao Wumian was also feeling bad.

The only foothold for the two was the long sword. If they were not careful, they would fall down. Therefore, they had to stick tightly together, which resulted in their current posture being extremely strange. Zhao Wumian was almost sticking to the ceiling, while Guan Yunshu nestled in his arms, with her plump and slender legs tightly clamped around one of Zhao Wumian's legs.

Zhao Wumian only felt that a ball of soft cloud in front of him was emitting an extremely astonishing amount of heat. When pressed tightly together, he could feel Guan Yunshu's fine figure to the point of "every detail is visible".

Zhao Wumian suddenly recalled his experience of traveling to Inner Mongolia... He took a plane that day and arrived at the provincial capital, then rented a car and drove for four hours to reach the grassland.

He no longer remembered what the grassland was called, but he remembered that the temperature difference on the grassland was extremely large. You had to wear short sleeves during the day and cotton clothes at night... He didn't bring cotton clothes and was frozen to death. There were wind turbines all over the grassland, which was extremely magnificent, but what impressed him most were the white clouds in the sky.

The white clouds were extremely large, in various shapes, and wrinkled, covering the entire blue sky as if they were about to fall.

Now two clouds fell down and hit Zhao Wumian. Zhao Wumian was thinking at that time, if those clouds were to spread out, he really didn't know how big they would be. Just by looking at them, he could tell how soft and smooth the white clouds were. If he buried his whole body in them, Zhao Wumian had no doubt that he would be trapped in the clouds and it would be difficult to get out.

He never thought that this fantasy could become reality one day.

Soft, too soft indeed.

But it’s also uncomfortable, really too uncomfortable.

Zhao Wumian's face was buried in Guan Yunshu's neck, and a rich fragrance filled his nose. Even though he tried his best to concentrate and clear his mind of distracting thoughts, some absurd thoughts still popped up in his mind from time to time, such as:

The greatest benefit of learning martial arts for a lifetime is that you can easily unlock many new postures that you have never thought of before... just like this moment.

Dong Dong, Dong Dong——

The two men's heartbeats were getting louder and louder. The newcomer must have practiced martial arts and had sharp senses. If he continued like this, he would be discovered even if he lay on the ceiling.

Zhao Wumian bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to force himself to calm down, but the physiological reaction was obviously not so easy to control. He still felt the two people's heartbeats like drums.

Guan Yunshu saw some blood seeping from the corners of Zhao Wumian's mouth, and his almond-shaped eyes widened slightly. Then he forced himself to calm down, closed his eyes silently, and practiced the qigong according to the "Turtle Breathing Method". In just a moment, Guan Yunshu's heart suddenly stopped beating.

Zhao Wumian was slightly startled, wondering if this was too stimulating for the little nun, causing her to go into shock? The next moment, Zhao Wumian felt Guan Yunshu's small hand on his chest passing him a stream of true energy, which flowed along a specific vein. Not long after, Zhao Wumian's heart froze, as if it was held by a pair of big hands.

It was obviously the same tortoise breathing method that Guan Yunshu used, but after all, Zhao Wumian didn't know how to do it, so he had to rely on Guan Yunshu to perform it inside his body, which was inevitably a bit rough.

Although this action made Zhao Wumian feel ringing in his ears and blackness in front of his eyes, fortunately he did not lose consciousness, and it was very good that he could conceal his breath.

And this does not really stop the heart beating, it just slows down the frequency and strength of the heartbeat to the maximum extent. It will not be a big deal as long as it does not last long.

But before one problem is solved, another one arises. The Kunwu Sword is a magical weapon that can cut through iron like mud. Even though Zhao Wumian inserted it diagonally into the ceiling, the blade was slowly sliding outwards, and there was no friction at all.

Moreover, it is extremely unrealistic to rely solely on a piece of stone brick to support the weight of two adults. The stone brick where the blade was inserted has already shown some cracks.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Guan Yunshu immediately took the initiative to hug Zhao Wumian with one arm, and the other hand pierced directly into the stone brick like a javelin.

Zhao Wumian’s pupils widened a little, fuck, ruthless iron hand.

The next moment he felt his vision suddenly reversed, and he heard the slight sound of clothes rustling, and the two of them flipped over in the air.

To put it simply, it changed from women on top to men on top.

puff--

Zhao Wumian's eyes went dark, and he was buried in the clouds, squeezing out all the air in the gaps between the clouds, making a slight sound.

But this was not the moment to enjoy himself. With a new fulcrum, he had the opportunity to hold the knife with his backhand and thrust the Kunwu knife in again. The whole knife was inserted, leaving only the handle, fitting perfectly. In addition, Guan Yunshu was also exerting force... The two fulcrums were separated, and now only two adults could barely stick to the ceiling.

Then Zhao Wumian gently waved his sleeves and caught the gravel that almost fell to the ground... This should be foolproof.

The next moment, footsteps were heard in the corridor coming closer and closer. After about ten seconds, two bald heads came into view.

Zhao Wumian’s pupils shrank slightly. He had seen one of them before... Wasn’t he the Zhen Xing who was knocked down by him with one move?

(End of this chapter)