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Chapter 745 Su Wuming 44

"Su Wuming!" Chu Huan shouted silently in her heart and almost rushed out.

But reason told her that now was not the right time. Tonight's plan was related to whether the bizarre truth of Changan Black Tea and the bride's disappearance could be uncovered.

She had to stay calm and hold her ground.

Chu Hua took a deep breath and swallowed the exclamation that was rising in her throat. She stared at Yuan Lai, the old man who looked like an immortal, but at this moment, there was a sinister light flashing in his eyes.

"Su Wuming, ah Su Wuming, you are still too young after all." Yuan Lai smiled sinisterly, his voice as harsh as a night owl.

"Do you really think you can trace it back to me? Wishful thinking!"

Chu Hua's heart trembled. Yuan Lai was indeed the mastermind behind the scene! She quietly moved closer, wanting to hear more clearly.

Yuan Lai walked to the unconscious Su Wuming, squatted down, and gently patted Su Wuming's cheek with his fingers, his tone full of sarcasm: "Di Renjie's last disciple? That's all. It's a pity that you can no longer show off your reasoning ability."

Chu Hua clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh. She wanted to rush out immediately and bring this vicious old man to justice.

Yuan Lai called over a man in black, and the two of them worked together to tie Su Wuming up tightly.

Afterwards, they carried the unconscious Su Wuming and sneaked into the ghost market under the cover of night.

They followed a hidden tunnel, twisted and turned, and finally came to an underground palace.

Yuan Lai and the man in black carried Su Wuming, one in front and one behind, in a hurry. Chu Hua followed closely, afraid of losing him.

She cursed in her heart: "This old guy is quite good at hiding places, more clever than a mouse!"

After finally getting out of the tunnel, the view in front of them suddenly opened up, but Chu Hua gasped.

I saw an underground palace before my eyes, with bright lights inside.

In the center of the hall, there is a huge altar, which is engraved with strange runes and exudes a disturbing atmosphere.

Yuanlai threw Su Wuming to the side of the altar, as casually as throwing a bag of rice. The man in black stood respectfully aside, waiting for Yuanlai's instructions.

On the altar in the center of the underground palace, Miss Xijun was tied up, her mouth was tied with a cloth, and her eyes were wide open in fear.

Chu Hua told herself to stay calm. These were the same as the original novel, which meant that the plot was still under her control. She held her breath and quietly cast an invisibility spell, clinging to the wall like a nimble gecko, moving closer to the altar.

"Master, I'm going to kill him!"

Chu Huan recognized that this person was the Eleventh Lady that Lu Lingfeng had mentioned.

"Forget it. Su Wuming has learned a lot, and even knows the art of yin and yang. We don't need to kill him ourselves. Let him flow into the underground river along with the water here, and then into Qujiang to feed the fish!"

With a "plop", Su Wuming was kicked into the dark river by Shiyi Niang without mercy.

The cold river water instantly enveloped him, choking him and causing him to cough.

He struggled hard, trying to cut the rope with the dagger in his sleeve.

Chu Hua watched Su Wuming being mercilessly kicked into the dark river, her heart suddenly tightened. She didn't care about hiding her figure, silently chanted a spell, and her figure flashed, and she appeared in the cold river water.

The river water was icy cold, causing Chu Hua to shiver. She quickly swam to Su Wuming and reached out to pull him.

Chu Huan was afraid that Su Wuming would choke on the water, so she put one arm around his waist and the other hand on the back of his head, and pressed her lips against his, passing her breath into Su Wuming's mouth.

After transferring the energy, Chu Hua quickly pulled out the dagger hidden in her sleeve. The sharp blade drew a silver light in the water and cleanly cut the rope that bound Su Wuming.

Su Wuming stared wide-eyed in the water, and Chu Hua's lips pressed against his. The soft touch and warm breath made him forget for a moment that he was in the cold river, the ropes that bound him, and the threat of death.

He only felt a warm current rushing into his chest, dispelling the cold and bringing an unprecedented throbbing.

This sudden kiss made Su Wuming's mind go blank. He had never been so close to a woman, let alone such intimate contact.

He stared blankly at Chu Hua who was so close to him, feeling her breath.

Chu Hua saw that Su Wuming had no reaction and thought that he had fainted due to choking on water, and she became even more anxious. She hugged Su Wuming's waist even more tightly, held the back of his head with one hand, pressed her lips even tighter against his, and tried her best to pass her breath to him.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Wuming finally came to his senses and coughed violently a few times. The cold river water choked his throat and made it sore.

The freezing water soaked through her clothes. Chu Hua was shivering with cold and her lips were bloodless. Su Wuming held her waist with one hand and paddled hard with the other, finally bringing her to the shore.

The so-called immortal who was about to attack Miss Xijun saw that Su Wuming was not dead and there was a little girl.

Su Wuming, who had just crawled out of the underground river, was soaked all over, looking like a drowned rat and in a miserable state.

Chu Hua was not much better, her wet hair stuck to her face, her lips were frozen purple, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. This scene stunned the "immortal" and Shiyi Niang who were originally preparing to "make tea".

"Master, what...what's going on? Why...why didn't he get drowned?" Eleventh Lady pointed at Su Wuming.

The immortal was stunned for a moment, then smiled contemptuously: "Where did you come from, little girl, to dare to ruin my good deeds?"

Chu Hua was soaked at this time, with her hair sticking to her face. She looked disheveled, but she showed no fear at all.

She put her hands on her waist and shouted at the immortal: "You old charlatan, you kidnapped a decent woman and took her life lightly. Do you still have the law?"

The black-clad woman beside the Immortal Master, Eleventh Lady, said angrily, "How dare you! How dare you be rude to the Immortal Master!"

As he said this, he was about to step forward and take action.

Su Wuming was still in a daze, his mind was blank.

The cold river water slid down his cheeks, and he couldn't tell whether it was the river water or...

He licked his lips subconsciously, and what remained was Chu Hua's scent. The soft touch and warm breath replayed in his mind over and over again.

This sudden intimate contact completely confused this man, who had never been so close to a woman before.

It’s called breathing, but it feels… so much like… a kiss?

He secretly glanced at Chu Hua, who was rubbing her arms, trying to dispel the cold. Her wet hair stuck to her cheeks, her face was a little pale, and her lips were bloodless, but it still couldn't hide the agility between her eyebrows.

Su Wuming's heart was beating uncontrollably, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Wait!" Su Wuming walked forward and looked at the so-called immortal.