I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 953 Zhao’er, Is That You? (For the young lady’s new book, six updates)

Chapter 953: Chapter 953 Zhao’er, Is That You? (For the young lady’s new book, six updates)

"Excellent! What a rousing speech!" As you spoke, you heard a familiar voice and turned toward the camp entrance to see Brother Chuliang striding in with a few personal soldiers.

"It’s Brother Chuliang, to think even you have joined the battle. What brings you here today, a special visit to see your little brother?" You greeted Cheng Chuliang with a cupped-fist salute, a slight smile on your face.

"I had just arrived when I heard about your heroic deeds. I must say, Brother Yun, you’ve really made a name for the Luo Family’s Second Tyrant King. Wow, impressive! Your squad of fifty managed to kill over seven hundred people, and with your ’Mountain Break Strike’, the total death count has reached over a thousand. You don’t know—your seventh squad’s reputation has spread throughout the entire military camp. General Li has already ordered your promotion to Corps Commander."

While both ’corps’ and ’battalion’ sound the same, their ranks are entirely different. A Corps Commander leads fifty battalions, that is, two thousand five hundred men.

"So soon?"

"Heh, that’s considered slow. Have you forgotten who you are? You’re the son of Military God Luo Cheng, and you have forgotten that you are the Martial Champion."

"The Martial Champion?" You furrowed your brows, "What Martial Champion?"

Cheng Chuliang’s conversation with you greatly changed Zhao Wu’s expression as he stood nearby. But now, he was powerless, his face revealing an anxious look.

"No way, you’ve forgotten? The selection for Martial Champion in front of the palace just over three months ago, you literally tore Changsun Zhongkang to pieces. At that moment, there were supernatural occurrences—I heard even your father intervened, fighting with the immortals in the heavens."

Cheng Chuliang, much like his father Cheng Yaojin, was a burly man with a booming voice. As he spoke, the soldiers nearby who were oblivious began to lean in with their ears perked.

"Speaking of that day, you were seriously fierce. Amidst the storm of swords, you struck out in anger, not only killing that wretch Changsun Zhongkang but also winning over a beauty. Oh, right, ha! That beauty was truly exquisite. It’s said even the Crown Prince coveted her greatly. Lucky you, kid."

Outsiders didn’t know, but at this moment, it felt as if your head was about to explode, with a barrier suddenly appearing in your mind, a barrier that caused a small gap in your memory, which had been frustrating you for over two months.

"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" Seeing the pained expression on your face, Cheng Chuliang couldn’t help but gently pat you.

His touch suddenly made you howl skyward, your roar thunderous and deafening, causing everyone nearby to cover their ears and keep their distance.

At that moment, you felt as if the sound of shattering glass rang in your head, the barrier breaking in response, and a rapid succession of memory fragments flashed by, all depicting the moments when you got to know Wu Zhao.

"Zhao’er!"

You roared instinctively, and Zhao Wu, standing by, began to weep.

You were visibly agitated, your body suddenly radiating a mingled glow of light and shadow. Then, to the astonishment of the soldiers nearby, they saw Zhao Wu’s face undergo a significant change, from that of an average-looking middle-aged man to a white-haired woman of peerless grace with streaks of gray at her temples. Though her face showed some wrinkles, she remained stunningly beautiful, causing some of the surrounding soldiers to be entranced.

"Zhao’er, is that you?"

In the midst of your shouting, you also saw Zhao Wu’s transformation. The woman in her forties was none other than Wu Zhao. Although she has aged considerably, her appearance has changed little, still devastatingly gorgeous; besides, isn’t ’Zhao Wu’ simply ’Wu Zhao’ reversed?

At this moment, Wu Zhao just covered her mouth with both hands, as tears continuously fell from her clear, watery eyes. She simply didn’t have the courage to speak.

Now, she looked more than twenty years older than you. She could be your mother!

That’s what Wu Zhao thought. The soldiers around probably felt the same astonishment, but you didn’t have such thoughts. In your eyes, Wu Zhao was Zhao’er, even if she turned into a ninety-year-old old lady, she was still your Zhao’er.

You didn’t say anything further and immediately went forward intending to embrace Wu Zhao, but Wu Zhao suddenly stepped back, pushing out her hands to stop you, "Don’t come any closer!"

"Why? I’m Luo Yun. I’ve gone through all kinds of hardships to rescue you from the palace. Moreover, aren’t you also holding me in your heart? Look." You took out the sachet that Wu Zhao had once shown you from within your embrace, "This is the token of love you gave me, and it even has your name on the back."

"That’s all in the past. Now I’ve aged prematurely, and there’s an insurmountable gap between us."

"Bullshit gap! I’m standing right here; I just need to take one step forward to hold your hand!"

"Don’t come any closer!"

Wu Zhao retreated again, but why would you listen to her?

Seeing that you were still approaching, Wu Zhao quickly retreated, her feet lightly touching the ground as her body leaped high into the air, swiftly escaping outwards. How could you give up? You had just regained your memories of Wu Zhao; how could you possibly let her go now?

You knew very well that if you missed this chance today, you would never see Wu Zhao again!

Although Wu Zhao was fast, she wasn’t faster than you; you eventually caught up with her. By now, you were several kilometers away from the military camp.

"Let me go!" At last, you tightly embraced Wu Zhao in your arms, holding that delicate body that had left you soul-stirred and that person who haunted your dreams.

"I won’t let go. Even if I die, I will turn into the air that surrounds you, forever by your side."

No matter how Wu Zhao struggled, you just held on tightly, not letting go. Finally, seeing Wu Zhao struggle fiercely, you straightened her body and kissed her directly.

"Umm..."

Wu Zhao was startled at first, slowly stopped struggling and stood still, still in your embrace, her eyes gradually becoming hazy. With your tongue, you pried open Wu Zhao’s teeth as well as the gates to her heart. Although Wu Zhao no longer struggled, you still held her tightly, fearing that she would leave you.

This kiss seemed to last an entire century. When both of you opened your eyes, you noticed that the sky around had already dimmed.

As you looked at Wu Zhao, so close at hand, upon seeing that aged face, guilt nearly bled from you.

You gently stroked Wu Zhao’s smooth but slightly wrinkled face and whispered, "Although I don’t know why you have become like this, I want to tell you that no matter what you turn into, you are my woman, you belong to me alone. Even if we both die, our souls will be entwined, never to be separated for eternity."

PS: The sixth update ends here. Considering how much effort Lao Zhan put in, spare some time to support our girl "Qingshui Ming" and her new book, "The Cohabitation Battle: Proud God, Step Aside."

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