Seeing his devastated state, Bo Jichen turned around, plopped down on the sofa, and pulled a handkerchief from his spatial storage.

White handkerchief.

He wiped his hand, which had just been gripping Jiufeng's wrist, with a white handkerchief. His purple eyes were as deep as the sea, and he gave a silent sneer with a smirk: "That sounds nice. You let him go, but don't just talk about it. Take action. Tell the elders of the Phoenix Clan and all the unmarried adult males, 'Come on, issue a statement saying that your partner is dead.'"

“He’s not dead. I’ve seen him. He’s not dead.” Jiufeng shook her head in denial, filled with resentment. But as she denied it, she said, “Yes, you’re right. I can’t find him. I can’t have him. He’s not someone I can have alone.”

"Only when I declare him dead can he live, can he live happily, and live a long and eternal life, and never again be like his ancestors, who were spied on and eaten by countless phoenixes."

"hehe……"

Jiufeng spoke incoherently, then laughed, a pale, sorrowful laugh. He was shrouded in grief, plunged into darkness, and could find no light: "188 years, 188 years, 188 years, he has never left my hand, slept with me, lived with me..."

Bo Jichen's voice was extremely cold: "For 188 years, I lived and slept with you, and occasionally restored your mental strength, but... when you discovered that he was a sub-female dragon, you told your Phoenix Clan without hesitation."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this decisive manner is just like the selfless, benevolent, righteous, and loving great shaman of your Phoenix Clan."

"So, you silly bird, you've already sacrificed yourself for others, who are you still pretending for now? Are you pretending for me, to make me tell your partner, or to make me think that my judgment was wrong, and that your slight moment of soft-heartedness before was just to lure your partner out?"

"With a 'pfft'!"

The collapse of Jiufeng's mental strength and the double blow to his psychology caused him to vomit a mouthful of blood.

After spitting out blood, he slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes giving Bo Jichen a deep look, like a frail old man, as he slowly got up from the ground.

The chaotic mental energy, like a ferocious beast, rampaged through his body, destroying his physical form and his mental landscape, yet he felt no pain.

Yes.

He felt no pain whatsoever, not even a little bit.

He bent down at Bo Jichen, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said, "General Bo Jichen, please tell him that it was our Phoenix Clan who wronged them, and I will never look for him again."

Bo Jichen raised an eyebrow and waved his hand as if shooing away a fly: "I know, I will tell you the truth."

Jiufeng slowly straightened up, crimson blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes, no longer bright, had become desolate and lifeless. She stared at Bo Jichen for a long time, then asked in a self-destructive manner, "General Bo Jichen, has he found someone who is devoted to him?"

Still not giving up?

Bo Jichen smiled knowingly: "If you want to know, come, kneel down and beg me, and I'll tell you."

With a thud.

Bo Jichen's voice fell with the sound of his knees hitting the ground.

Jiufeng knelt before him, utterly humbled: "Please, please tell me, please."

He's self-destructive; he likes to stab himself in the heart.

Why is he still being polite to him?

Bo Jichen leaned forward on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees. He raised his voice, full of laughter, and said, word by word, "He found someone who was devoted to him. That person knew that drinking his blood, gnawing on his flesh, and using his mental energy to heal him would prevent his mental energy from collapsing."

"But when that person's mental strength collapsed and his genes collapsed, he would rather suffer in pain than utter a single word or say that he was in pain."

"That person knew that it was impossible to have children with him, but he made a decision. The moment he decided to be with him, he didn't want any children."

The blood from Jiufeng's mouth flowed even more profusely. She clutched her chest, coughed a few times, her mouth filled with the taste of blood, and her body swayed precariously, as if she would collapse at any moment.

He opened his mouth as if murmuring to himself, "Thank you, thank you General Bo Jichen, it's so good that he's freed himself from the Phoenix Clan, it's so good, it's so good..."

Bo Jichen looked at him, his purple eyes cold and indifferent, his thin lips pressed tightly together. He remained silent, simply watching him quietly.

Jiufeng's feet, heavy as if weighing a thousand pounds, slowly lifted, stepping over the blood at the corner of her mouth. Step by step, she walked into the deep mountains and forests like a dying old man, waiting to die.

After he walked out the door, Bo Jichen called over Hilt, pointed at the blood on the ground, and ordered with disdain, "Clean up the blood and change the carpet."

Hilt bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, General."

Shu Xubai moved closer to Jiang Si, who was busy at work, and nudged her with his elbow as if they were brothers. He said in a particularly ambiguous tone, "Darling, darling, you were too harsh on me in the elliptical galaxy. I still haven't recovered. Can you heal me?"

A snap.

Jiang Si chopped off the old duck's neck with the knife in her hand, and said with a sidelong glance, "Brother, what are you thinking? I'll heal you, and then you'll torture me. Do you think I look like a complete idiot?"

"What are you saying? You're the smartest person in the world." Shu Xubai flattered, feigning anger, "Besides, am I the kind of person who doesn't keep his promises? Come on, come on, give me a quick treatment. The kids from the Fourth Civilization are too weak."

"You're still resisting the fusion of your spiritual power with mine all day, making it impossible for me to repair my spiritual power. Just give me a quick heal, otherwise after we finish drinking, I'll be all alone, pitifully leaving my hometown for the Fourth Civilization. Although I have a little money and a few small star diamonds, I'm weak."

"Those royal families of the Fourth Civilization, their Phoenix Clan, their Dragon Clan, and all sorts of other miscellaneous powers—if you think I'd be bullied or abused by them, you'd be disgracing yourself too."

Jiang Si was puzzled: "What embarrassment are you giving me? I hope you get tortured to death."

Shu Xubai retorted, "How is it not embarrassing for you? You're from my hometown, we've known each other for so long, we grew up practically inseparable. How can you bear to see me being bullied by rich people? How can you bear to see me wither like a little cabbage in a field?"

Jiang Si chuckled twice: "I can bear it, I can bear it so much. I'd be happy if you were killed by someone else, I'd even set off firecrackers to celebrate."

"you……"

Jiang Si put down the knife and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and chop up that goose. Stop talking so much nonsense."

Shu Xubai's pupils constricted as he felt the powerful, surging healing spiritual energy flowing into his body from his shoulder, making him feel warm all over.

After Jiang Si moved her hand away, he grinned, raised his hands, and while Jiang Si wasn't paying attention, cupped her face and kissed her lips: "I love you, I love you, give me a kiss!"