At this time, there was continuous laughter in Wuming's room. Because of Wuming being struck by lightning, Ximen Duomei and the five girls seemed to have heard a big joke and couldn't stop laughing at all.&1t;/p>

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Although Wuming was helpless, he didn't feel bored at all. The kind of play and fun between friends was something he hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made him feel relaxed all over.

Come down.&1t;/p>

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"Tsk tsk tsk, Wuming, you should really take a look in the mirror now. You look like a frustrated little daughter-in-law. It's so funny." Ximen Duomei spoke without any scruples, and her fiery red dress set off her appearance.

It's like a dancing fire, infecting the emotions of people around it all the time.&1t;/p>

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"Fairy, please stop attacking me. You lose friends too easily." Wuming said pretending to be aggrieved.&1t;/p>

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As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of laughter resounded in the room again, so enthusiastic and fiery that it almost broke the roof.&1t;/p>

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"It's not a blow to you, but it's because you are so incomprehensible to us. How could you be struck by lightning even though you were so good? I really don't know whether to say your luck is good or bad." Ximen Duomei rarely became serious.&1t;/p

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After hearing her words, the others nodded in agreement and looked at Wuming with expressions full of surprise.&1t;/p>

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Undoubtedly, Wuming is a mysterious man in their eyes. Even Dugu Qingqing, who is the most unwilling to care about external affairs, is not immune. His star-like eyes are shining with curiosity.

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"Where does the good luck come from? It's just the luck that comes with you. Whoever is lucky will be struck by lightning. I am not an immortal and I need to survive the tribulation." Wuming curled his lips and said, with a look of resentment on his face.&1t;/

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At this time, he naturally did not tell everyone that the reason why he was struck by lightning was actually because he said something he shouldn't have said.&1t;/p>

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Ximen Duomei had already had doubts about his identity. If he publicized this matter again, wouldn't it confirm Ximen Duomei's suspicion.&1t;/p>

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Therefore, Wuming will not tell anyone this secret before he thinks about exposing his identity. This matter is of great importance and is not something that can be revealed casually.&1t;/p>

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"By the way, Wuming, how did you recover from this injury? We just heard that you were struck by lightning, but looking at you now, you clearly didn't suffer any injuries?" Ximen Duomei blinked his eyelashes, very curious.

Asked.&1t;/p>

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"My master cured me," when mentioning this, Wuming was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, with an excited look on his face.&1t;/p>

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However, when he looked at Dugu Qingqing, who was staring at him and listening carefully, a plan suddenly came to his mind, his expression dimmed instantly, and he said in a melancholy tone: "However, it is a pity that I wasted a whole day.

My master’s life-saving elixir, the Seven-Colored Flower of Concentration, makes me very sad.”&1t;/p>

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"Well, there are mixed blessings and misfortunes. You should be more open-minded. How can a human life be important with a magical medicine?" Ximen Duomei comforted her.&1t;/p>

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"Yes, Wuming, it's just a magical medicine. As long as you are fine, that's the greatest blessing." Dongfang Qingcheng said softly.&1t;/p>

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"But that elixir was also used by my master to save his life." Wuming's tone was sad, as if Wu Yuan was about to die soon, with a sad look on his face.&1t;/p>

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"Senior Wu Yuan..." Ximen Duomei and others looked solemn. Even Shangguan Xiner was no exception. Only Hui'er who knew the reason knew that Wuming was just talking casually.&1t;/p

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But he was able to pull this off, which made her want to step forward and tear Wuming's mouth apart alive, because Wuming's appearance of not showing any deception made her almost believe him.&1t;/p>

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"Oh, you don't know. When my master was young, he fought hard and was poisoned by his enemies. Otherwise, he wouldn't be as good at medical skills. In fact, it was all the result of his long-term illness.

"The nameless person said nonsense.&1t;/p>

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"Brother Wuming, don't worry. I will ask my father to send an order later to look for traces of the Ningshen Seven-Colored Flower. Senior Wu Yuan will be fine." Shangguan Xiner said anxiously.&1t;/p>

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"It's the same from me. Don't worry. You have been very kind to our Ximen family. I won't let you lose your master." Ximen Duomei was full of loyalty, and his sincere words made Wuming feel that his method was effective.

Lack of consideration.&1t;/p>

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However, he had no other choice. The words had been spoken. Now he could only hope that Dugu Qingqing could understand the meaning of his words as soon as possible and transfer the seven-color flower he mentioned to their seven-color flower.

Otherwise, he would almost be unable to continue editing.&1t;/p>

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"Wu Ming, don't worry. There is a seven-color flower in my Dugu family, but I don't know if it is the seven-color flower you call concentration?"&1t;/p>

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With Wuming's expectation, Dugu Qingqing finally spoke, and he was indeed not disappointed. This made him happy in his heart. He wished he could hold Dugu Qingqing in his arms and kiss them. What a good person.&1t;/p>

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"Dugu, are you telling the truth?" Wuming asked eagerly.&1t;/p>

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"The seven-color flower is a rare elixir that my Dugu family got many years ago, and it is still in the treasure house." Under Wuming's burning gaze, Dugu Qingqing felt slightly uncomfortable, but she also understood Wuming's intention.

mood, I gave the answer directly.&1t;/p>

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"Are your seven-color flowers in seven colors: red, blue, white, purple, gold, green, and yellow, and also have flowers without stamens, roots and no beards?" Wuming asked.&1t;/p>

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"Well, that's true, because the seven-color flowers are very beautiful, and I can still remember them very clearly." As he spoke, a blush appeared on Dugu Qingqing's face, as if he was not used to speaking out in front of others.

I like things like flowers.&1t;/p>

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Because she has always given people the impression that she is cold and works with swords all day long, like a peerless swordsman. Otherwise, people would not ignore her stunning beauty and secretly say that she was born a daughter by mistake.&1t;

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To put it bluntly, in people's eyes, people have ignored her gender and beauty, which almost made her forget that she was still a girl.&1t;/p>

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"Then...can I exchange colorful flowers with you? I can agree to any conditions. I can't let my master die young." As he said this, tears flowed from Wuming's eyes, which made the regretful people on the side

The child looked at the show and covered his face with his hands, unable to bear to look directly.&1t;/p>

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However, in the eyes of Ximen Duomei and others, this made Hui'er cry sadly, because they all knew that Wu Yuan was her grandfather.&1t;/p>

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"There should be no problem. Just like Sister Duomei said, you are also very kind to my Dugu family. It's just a panacea." Dugu Qingqing said.&1t;/p>

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Immediately afterwards, Dugu Qingqing said quickly: "Don't worry, I will have someone send the seven-color flower over in a moment. If it is really the seven-color flower you mentioned, you can just accept it. It is just a spiritual medicine.

It’s not as important as the life of senior Wu Yuan.”&1t;/p>

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Dugu Qingqing's sincere words made Wuming feel guilty again and again, but he still thanked him very gratefully: "Thank you then, I will definitely give the Dugu family the elixir of equal value, and I will not let you suffer any loss.

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"It's okay, it's just a magical medicine. Otherwise, keeping it will be useless." Dugu Qingqing said.&1t;/p>

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"How can that be done? It's up to me. Otherwise, I would rather let my master die than accept it." Wuming's tone was firm, and his stubborn look made Dugu Qingqing and the others feel that Wuming was a kind and caring person.

There are not many people in the world anymore.&1t;/p>

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"In that case, then just listen to Brother Wuming." Dugu Qingqing nodded, not daring to say any more words of rejection.&1t;/p>

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She didn't want Wu Yuan to really die because of this incident, because his father had told her that Wu Yuan was a senior with a very advanced level of cultivation, so he must try his best to make friends and never slack off.

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"Yeah, thank you so much. Wuming really can't repay such a great favor. If there is any need in the future, Wuming will be repaid with his body broken into pieces." Wuming said in a sincere tone.&1t;/p>

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This sentence came from Wu Ming's heart, and it was not mixed with lies or deception. The simple words were like an oath from heaven and earth, sonorous and deafening.&1t;/p>

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Using this dishonorable method to exchange seven-color flowers with Dugu Qingqing filled his heart with guilt. He only hoped that he could give an explanation to Dugu Qingqing and the Dugu family in his own way.

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"Chi la!"&1t;/p>

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The next moment, the sound of tearing cloth was heard, and Wuming was seen tearing off a piece of clothing from his own clothes and laying it flat in front of him.&1t;/p>

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At this time, Wuming was a little lucky that Wu Yuan had changed his clothes when he cured him. Otherwise, if he had nothing to wear now, there would really be nothing for him to pull off.&1t;/

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Seeing Wuming's actions, Dugu Qingqing and others were very puzzled, but soon they understood Wuming's meaning, and their eyes widened with disbelief and shock on their faces.&1t;

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I saw that Wuming bit his own finger, used his finger as a pen and blood as ink, and wrote fifteen bright red words on the corner of his clothes&1t;/p>

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"The Dugu family's great kindness must be repaid by being shattered into pieces by Wuming!"&1t;/p>

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Words stop, hands start!&1t;/p>

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But Wuming let out another deep cry, and his right hand, which was originally intact, exploded with a burst of blood mist. Then, he stamped his blood-stained right hand on the corner of his clothes in front of him.
Chapter completed!