Chapter - 403 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (3) (1/2)

”My Yifu hates evil people as if they are his personal enemy,” Zhang Wuji said, ”How can he spare your life?”

Zhao Min heaved a deep sigh. ”Then that is my cruel fate,” she said, ”What can I do?”

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment before saying, ”You'd better avoid him for now, we'll talk when I come back.”

Zhao Min shook her head, ”I don't have any good hiding place.”

”Very well!” Zhang Wuji said, ”We'll go save Han Lin'er together, and come back here to face him together.”

Zhao Min laughed and said, ”This time it is you who wants me to accompany you; definitely it is not me who clings for dear life to you and insists on going out with you.”

”You are my black star,” Zhang Wuji said, ”Just consider it my bad luck to come across you.”

Zhao Min gave him one of her captivating smiles, ”Wait here for a moment,” she said, as she slipped out the door.

Quite some time later, Zhao Min opened the door, now wearing woman's clothing, with mink fur coat and scarlet embroidered garment inside; she looked extremely stunning. Zhang Wuji did not expect she would bring such exquisite and expensive clothing inside her bundle; he thought, ”This woman is very shrewd, her actions are beyond anybody's expectations.”

”Why are you looking at me like that?” Zhao Min asked, ”Do these clothes look nice?”

”Face like a peach blossom, heart like a viper,” Zhang Wuji said.

Zhao Min burst out in laughter and said, ”Many thanks for Zhang Da Jiaozhu's [great cult leader] highest compliment. Zhang Jiaozhu, why don't you change into some nice clothing?”

Zhang Wuji sounded hurt, ”I have always been wearing tattered clothes since I was little. If you don't like my ragged attire, you are free not to travel with me.”

”Don't be overly sensitive,” Zhao Min said, ”I only want to see how you look wearing some nice clothes. Wait here, I am going out to buy some clothes. Those beggars must have entered the great wall anyway, with our speed, I am not afraid we cannot overtake them.” Without waiting for his answer, she slipped out the door again.

Zhang Wuji sat on the 'kang', while secretly scolding himself for not able to stand firm and letting this girl play with him on her palms. ”Obviously, she was my Biaomei's murderer, yet I talked and laughed with her. Zhang Wuji, oh, Zhang Wuji, what kind of man are you? How can you have a face to be the Ming Cult Jiaozhu, in command over all those warriors?”