High-resolution images of the babies inside Jiang Jiang's belly?

Agares' gaze fell instantly on the paper in front of him. After a long while, he raised his trembling hands and took the paper.

The high-definition color photos clearly show the child's hands, feet, head, umbilical cord, and curled-up body.

Agares' hands were trembling, his heart and body were trembling. He stared at the paper for a long time before finally looking up at the Spirit Eye: "Thank you, thank you, Your Excellency!"

Lingyan's silver-gray eyes darkened, and in the gentlest voice, she uttered the cruelest words: "I'm giving you high-resolution photos just so you know that the children will thrive under my care."

Being able to see the children so closely, Agares's feelings were beyond words. Even with Lingyan's harsh and hurtful words, he wasn't angry at all. He looked at Lingyan and asked, "Are the children alright? Is Jiang Jiang alright?"

Lingyan's eyes flashed: "So you do know how to care about your master. I thought you only cared about your little masters!"

Agares' voice turned serious: "She is my wife. It is because of her that we have children. No matter what, she is the priority. The children are secondary!"

These past few days, he has been constantly reflecting, blaming himself, and recalling everything that has happened. The person he is going to spend his life with is Jiang Jiang. He chose her, and she chose him. She is the most important person.

The child's knowledge is his fortune, but his lack of knowledge is his fate. If the child threatens Jiang Jiang's life, he would rather not have the child than not have Jiang Jiang.

Lingyan gave him a deep look, said nothing, returned, gently closed the door, walked back to the bedside, and listlessly lay down on the bed.

Jiang Si and her willow branches became entangled with the Spirit Eye.

In the dim light, Lingyan embraced her, just as she had slept or sat on his tree branch more than 3,000 years ago. He cherished her with utmost care, wanting her to be carefree and innocently smiling forever on his tree branch and in his arms.

Looking at her sleeping face, he knew clearly that his days were numbered, really numbered, and he didn't know if he could hold on until he could return to Earth.

He couldn't let go of Aying, but he had already thought of a way out for her. He couldn't let go of his master, but he hadn't found a way out for her yet. Agares might be a good candidate.

In the outer room, Agares held high-resolution photos of the children, sat on the sofa by the door, and gently touched them, slowly touching them.

He had two children. He touched all the images of his two children and carefully found a box in the space button to put the pictures in.

After placing the box, Agares focused his mental energy and poured it into the crack in the door. Although not much went in, it was better than nothing, as long as it would be useful to his little wife.

A large syringe of his heart's blood was drawn out, and the elegant vampire, Shu Xubai, was not just pale-faced, but swaying.

He swayed, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty ferocity. He raised the hand that was gripping Jiu Feng's neck, pinning his jaw and forcing him to open his mouth.

Shu Xubai lowered his head and kissed him directly.

As if offended, Jiufeng opened her eyes wide and struggled.

However, Shu Xubai held him tightly, so he couldn't struggle or even move.

Shu Xubai was domineering, bloodthirsty, and ruthless; his kisses were as ferocious as drinking blood and eating flesh.

Jiufeng was breathless from the kiss, his face flushed red, and he squeezed the syringe so hard that it would have burst if it hadn't been specially made.

Shu Xubai only let go when Jiu Feng was almost kissed unconscious. He wiped the bloody saliva from Jiu Feng's mouth, released his grip on Jiu Feng's chin, and stepped back away from him.

Jiufeng sat on a magnificent chair, her white robe, stained with specks of blood, looked ravaged, wrinkled, yet still vibrant.

He was free, panting heavily, wiping his mouth vigorously as if he had been kissed by something filthy, making him feel disgusted and dirty.

As Shu Xubai watched his movements, his reddened eyes turned crimson, and his pupils became beastly and vertical. The little skeleton bat hiding in the shadows flew down and landed on his shoulder.

Just as Jiufeng caught his breath, a sharp, needle-like pain shot through his heart, causing him to sit up straight, only to involuntarily bend over again.

Looking at him, Shu Xubai smiled with pleasure: "Little Phoenix, does it hurt?"

Jiufeng raised her head and looked at Shu Xubai. His upper body was covered with needle marks. The other needle marks had stopped bleeding, but the wound in his heart was bleeding.

Shu Xubai grew a mouth and fully expressed its function: "It hurts, doesn't it? It's good that it hurts. I forgot to tell you, I can transfer all the contract pain to myself, so I can transfer it to you."

Jiufeng slowly straightened her back, displaying her stubbornness to the fullest extent: "I'm not in pain. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not in pain at all!"

Pain means admitting defeat, it means compromising.

Why should he admit defeat and compromise to a dirty, despicable, and unscrupulous Vampire?

He will never admit defeat or compromise unless he dies.

Shu Xubai stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, perfectly demonstrating how dangerous and charming an elegant vampire living in the shadows could be.

He opened his mouth, his hoarse voice slow and drawn out, like a cat teasing a mouse, or a person teasing a cat: "Stubborn little phoenix, so it doesn't hurt after all."

"It's okay, I don't want you to feel pain!"

Jiufeng felt as if his heart was being stabbed, and his whole body ached, as if all of Shu Xubai's injuries had been transferred to him.

Shu Xubai lifted his bare feet, ignoring the bleeding in his heart, and walked towards Jiufeng step by step once again.

Jiufeng, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up like a frightened bird, resisting the pain in her heart and body, and gathered spiritual energy in her hands to form a light sword.

Shu Xubai looked at the spiritual energy light sword that had been condensed in his hand, which had turned into a vertical pupil. With disdain, he transformed into a madman, pointing to his heart as he walked: "Come on, aim it, and stab it down."

There was a chair behind Jiufeng, leaving him nowhere to retreat, and the crazy ghost in front of him was forcing him forward.

He tightened his grip on the spiritual light sword, pointing it at Shu Xubai: "Shu Xubai, do you think I wouldn't dare?"

Shu Xubai's lips curled up, and he reached out and grabbed his lightsaber. The sharp lightsaber cut his hand, and scarlet blood dripped down: "You dare? How could you not dare? You are my little phoenix, you dare the most!"

Shu Xubai's hand was cut by the sharp lightsaber. He transferred the pain from the contract, so he couldn't feel the pain himself, but Jiu Feng felt the pain.

The pain from a cut on the palm was no less than that from a cut on the index finger; the pain was so intense that he almost dropped the sword from his hand.

Shu Xubai is determined to be a crazy, irrational ghost to the end. No matter which way he goes, whether he's torturing Jiufeng or himself, this elegant vampire will never suffer any loss.

We've already made concessions so many times, why should we give in again? If we don't teach this little phoenix a lesson, he won't know his place and what it means to be spoiled but not arrogant.

Jiufeng trembled with rage and growled at Shu Xubai, "I am not yours, I am my own, I belong to my partner!"

"Your damn partner?" Shu Xubai was furious, her little mouth slapping at you with utter disdain: "How many times have I told you, it's not that you can't find him, it's that he doesn't want you anymore."

"You keep calling me your partner, your partner. Your current contractual partner is me, not that shameless piece of crap partner."

"Little Phoenix, Little Phoenix, how many times do I have to remind you before you realize that I am your contracted partner, the partner with your phoenix totem on my body?"

"Shut up……"

"Why should I shut up?" Shu Xubai interrupted Jiu Feng, firmly in control, and immediately resorted to sophistry, calling a deer a horse, and accusing the villain first: "Every word I said, every syllable, even a punctuation mark, came from the bottom of my heart."

"You're not a kid anymore. Stop living in a dream world. You forced me into a contract, and now that you've regained your memories, you want to abandon me after taking advantage of me. I've never seen such a scumbag as you, you scumbag phoenix."

"You're still pointing your sword at me, trying to kill me. What, you think you can live if you kill me? You think your so-called partner will feel sorry for you and come back to renew the phoenix contract with you if he sees your phoenix contract totem on my corpse?"

"What kind of pipe dream are you having? What nonsense are you thinking? I'm the only one who cherishes you and holds you dear in my heart. Don't be so ungrateful and keep yelling at me to kill me. If you have the guts, break your contract with me before you kill me!"

Jiufeng was completely under his control, which enraged her. She gripped the spiritual light sword in her hand with all her might, intending to pierce his heart: "I will kill you, kill you!"

Shu Xubai gripped the sword, the blood flowing freely, and no matter how much force Jiu Feng used, the sword couldn't pierce through.

"Kill me? You think you can?" The injured Shu Xubai completely overwhelmed Jiu Feng in every aspect: "Little Phoenix, your hands hurt, your body hurts, your heart hurts, and your mental strength is damaged. You still want to kill me? Should I applaud you and say, 'Baby, you have commendable courage!'"

"Get out! I'm not your baby!" Jiu Feng's face flushed red and then turned pale. His roar was hoarse. Apart from some blood on his robes, there were no visible signs of injury. However, just as Shu Xubai had said, his hands ached, his body ached, his heart ached, his internal organs ached, his mental energy was damaged, and he was restless. He seemed to be out of his own control, and nothing about him felt right.

"Oh, you're getting angry now!" Shu Xubai moved his hand holding the sword down, pressing the tip against his chest, where the needle mark from the heart's blood had been drawn still remained. "My darling, my little phoenix is ​​angry. Why don't you call me Bai Bai, be affectionate with me, and act cute, and I'll give in to you again?"

Jiufeng was completely irrational, acting all clingy and coquettish towards the "baby" he was calling her, her mind filled with nothing but the urge to kill him.

However, apart from the mental energy lightsaber in his hand, he couldn't concentrate his mental energy at all, and he couldn't use his superpowers. He was completely suppressed by the madman in front of him from the inside out.

Shu Xubai, that old, undead ghost, had a mouth that just wouldn't stop talking: "Look at you, you're so stubborn! You clearly don't want to let me go, you clearly like me to death, yet you're still making me angry like this!"

Jiu Feng's chest heaved with anger as she gasped for breath, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she stared at Shu Xubai. She gritted her teeth and said, "Shu Xubai, if you have the guts, stop suppressing me, and I'll kill you!"

Shu Xubai raised an eyebrow, his eyes like hooks, and opened his mouth with an ambiguous look that seemed to say, "Even dying under a peony is a romantic death": "Little Phoenix, look at what you're saying, if I don't suppress you, who else should I suppress!"

The aloof and noble patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, untouched by worldly affairs, and the spiritual icon of millions in the Fourth Civilization, Jiu Feng was no match for this mad, shameless ghost.

Whether it's speaking ability, mental strength, physical strength, or the level of vulgarity and shamelessness, Jiu Feng is no match for him; he completely suppresses her.

Upon hearing Shu Xubai's shameless and vulgar remarks, Jiu Feng immediately cried out, her anger flaring up and causing her blood to surge. She coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Shu Xubai transferred the pain of the contract, and he felt no pain at all when Jiu Feng vomited blood.

He watched coldly as Jiu Feng, who was coughing up blood, couldn't bend over, gripping the sword he had condensed with his spiritual power, and exerting himself with a self-torturing force.

Anyway, his hands don't hurt, his body doesn't hurt, it's Jiufeng who's in pain.

Although he felt sorry for the little phoenix, he had his own principles. He had already compromised and yielded so many times. If he didn't tame the little phoenix this time, if the little phoenix didn't act cute towards him, didn't cling to him, and didn't ask for kisses and hugs, he would never forgive him.

He had to let him know that he could spoil him and indulge him, but he absolutely could not take advantage of his favor, give him a way out time and time again without taking it, threaten to kill him, and study his blood and the secret of immortality.

Sometimes I really think this little phoenix is ​​adorably silly. He made a contract with him, sharing his life with him, so living for thousands more years wouldn't be a problem.

Shu Xubai stared at Jiu Feng until she coughed up blood, her lips turning red. She clicked her tongue in regret, saying, "Little Phoenix, oh Little Phoenix, I miss you so much, the you who lost your memory, wearing my clothes, your snow-white neck exposed, offered to my lips."

"Tsk tsk, back then you were so obedient and gentle. The you now is completely different from the you back then, there's no way to compare."

With a thud.

Jiufeng released the lightsaber in his hand, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees. The surge of his spiritual power and the churning of his blood made him feel as if he were being roasted over a fire.

Shu Xubai squeezed the sword, shattering the light sword formed from his spiritual energy. He shook the blood off his hands, walked up to Jiufeng, and looked down at him. Just as he was about to speak, Jiufeng raised his head, blood still on his lips, and opened his arms. His voice was no longer cold, but soft as he said, "Baibai, I'm in so much pain. Can you hug me and kiss me?"