Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Lu Wushuang turned to look at Cheng Ying, only to find that Cheng Ying was covered by several tattered sacks and was not moving.

She was startled and quickly reached out to lift the sack.

Cheng Ying lay with her eyes closed under the sack, her heart pounding. She was only wearing a tattered outer garment, with nothing underneath.

Yang Guo reacted quickly and grabbed Lu Wushuang's hand.

"Don't touch her."

Lu Wushuang was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Guo sighed, a sorrowful expression on his face.

"Your cousin exhausted her inner energy to save me. She was already seriously injured, and just now she forcibly used the secret method of Peach Blossom Island to help me regulate my meridians. Now she is exhausted and unconscious."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang's eyes immediately reddened.

"cousin……"

She felt extremely guilty when she recalled her previous sarcastic remarks to Cheng Ying.

"Husband, will my cousin be alright?"

"She won't die. Just let her get a good night's sleep." Yang Guo naturally stopped Lu Wushuang from checking Cheng Ying's body. "She's covered in cold sweat and shouldn't be exposed to the wind. Just let her stay covered with the burlap sack."

Lu Wushuang nodded, completely trusting Yang Guo's words.

She sat down next to Yang Guo and began to examine the wound on his chest with heartache.

"That damned old dog, he's so ruthless. Husband, once I've mastered martial arts, I'll definitely go to the Prince's mansion and cut off his head to use as a chamber pot for you."

Yang Guo touched her hair.

"You don't need to lift a finger. I'll collect this debt myself."

Lu Wushuang leaned on Yang Guo's shoulder and let out a long sigh of relief.

"As long as my husband is alright, that's all that matters. We'll leave the city for Xiangyang at dawn tomorrow. Tongguan is too dangerous."

Yang Guo didn't speak, but instead turned his gaze to Cheng Ying, who was pretending to be dead beside him.

Cheng Ying bit her lip tightly under the sack. Yang Guo's lie was flawless, completely deceiving Lu Wushuang.

This man is not only shameless, but also cunning.

The woodshed fell silent.

Exhausted, Lu Wushuang leaned against Yang Guo and soon began to doze off.

Seeing that she was fast asleep, Yang Guo reached out a hand and quietly slipped it into the sack next to him.

Cheng Ying felt a large hand touch her thigh.

She shuddered and almost cried out.

Yang Guo's fingers lightly traced her skin, carrying a strong sense of provocation.

Cheng Ying dared not move or make a sound. Lu Wushuang was leaning against her side; if Cheng Ying moved even slightly, she would wake Lu Wushuang.

She could only suppress the tingling sensation and curse Yang Guo's ancestors for eighteen generations in her mind.

Yang Guo had had his fill of playing with his hands before finally withdrawing them.

He was planning what to do next.

We can't stay in Tongguan any longer. Although Leng Feng is seriously injured, the Prince's Mansion still holds considerable power. At daybreak, the city gates will definitely be under heavy surveillance.

However, Leng Feng is definitely seriously injured right now, and his injuries are not healing as quickly as he would otherwise. If we were to meet again, I would have the advantage.

More importantly, Cheng Ying has already been won over by him.

Thinking of this, Yang Guo's lips curled into a smug smile.

I wonder what Huang Yaoshi will do when he finds out?

Suddenly, Lu Wushuang, who was leaning on Yang Guo's shoulder, twitched her nose.

She groggily opened her eyes and sniffed around.

"My lord, do you smell anything strange?"

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

"What does it taste like?"

Lu Wushuang frowned and sniffed the air twice.

"I can't quite put my finger on it. It's a taste that's both familiar and strange."

Cheng Ying, who was under the sack, instantly held her breath and froze like a wooden statue.

The doors and windows of the woodshed were tightly closed, and the smell couldn't escape at all.

Lu Wushuang often roamed the martial arts world and was very sensitive to smells.

She looked up at Yang Guo with suspicion.

"Husband, why do you smell like that too?"

Yang Guo remained unfazed, instantly displaying his acting prowess.

"That's the smell of blood and herbs mixed together. The cold, sealed sword energy is poisonous. Your cousin helped me expel the poison just now, and the poisonous blood flowed onto the pile of grass. After fermenting, that's the smell."

Lu Wushuang looked down at the dry grass on the ground and sure enough saw a pool of dark red blood.

She had no doubts and leaned back on Yang Guo's shoulder.

"I see. My cousin has worked so hard."

Yang Guo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the sack and noticed that its edges were trembling slightly. It was Cheng Ying's uncontrollable shudder under extreme tension.

Yang Guo found it very interesting.

He leaned close to Lu Wushuang's ear and deliberately raised his voice.

"Yes, your cousin risked everything to save me. When we get to Xiangyang, I will definitely repay her."

Cheng Ying, who was under the sack, clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh.

That bastard, he got the benefit and then acted innocent.