"Doctor, how is my sister Eyun?" The hoarse child's voice asked, filled with anxiety and concern.

"Alas." The doctor shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Your sister's pulse is peculiar, and I am truly powerless to help."

The handsome boy was struck dumb, his mind went blank for a moment, and then, in a daze, he seemed to hear the doctor's words: "If you call out to your sister day and night by her bedside, she may hear your words of concern and may wake up."

Guarjia Huan no longer knew when the doctor left. He was only eight years old. Even though he received praise from his teacher at the Banner School and his parents' passing made him experience pain earlier than other children and more precocious, he was still a child.

Seeing a doctor was his first reaction, the only thing he could think of. When the doctor said he was powerless and hesitantly offered a method with a very slim chance, he had no other choice but to cling to the only lifeline that could save him, like a drowning man desperately trying to hold on to it.

He called out Eyun's name again and again, each call touching and full of emotion. He didn't want Eyun to leave him after his father and mother; he didn't want to be alone, he wanted Eyun to stay with him forever.

"Eyun, Jiahuan is so scared. Don't leave Dou (younger brother) alone. Eyun, sob sob." After calling out to him without response, Guarjia Jiahuan could no longer hold on and tears streamed down his face.

But the eleven or twelve-year-old girl on the plain bed seemed oblivious to this touching scene. At that moment, her face was deathly pale, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her body trembled involuntarily, as if she were enduring immense pain.

In reality, Guarjia Jiaming was indeed enduring immense pain. At this moment, in her mind, a tiny version of herself was being devoured. "Ah!" Jiaming screamed in agony, her face contorted in pain, as she desperately (but actually lacked the strength due to the pain) pounded on the person devouring her spirit.

This little bit of resistance was completely useless. In Liu Ruowan's eyes, the spiritual entity in front of her was like a cooked duck, ready to be eaten at any time. So she ignored Jiaming's slight resistance.

Furthermore, the difference in size between her 1.6-meter-tall adult female spirit body and the 11-year-old girl dressed in Qing Dynasty attire is quite obvious.

Ah, right, Qing Dynasty attire, so the body she possessed was from the Qing Dynasty. She's going to be all over the Qing Dynasty now! Liu Ruowan's eyes lit up several times over. The Qing Dynasty! Kangxi, the Nine Dragons—she quickly entered her fantasy world.

This fantasy immediately slowed down the rate at which it devoured Jiaming's spirit. The more she thought about it, the more conflicted she became. After she finished possessing this body, should she become the only true love in Kangxi's vast harem? Or should she take all nine princes? Or should she choose only one from among the many beauties? It all seemed a bit off.

The First Prince is heroic, the Crown Prince is noble, the Third Prince is refined, the Fourth Prince is aloof… Oh dear, she can’t bear to part with any of these different types of handsome men! What should she do? Besides, they’ve all fallen in love with her. If she only takes one and leaves the others heartbroken, that doesn’t seem right…

Lost in thought, Liu Ruowan suddenly stopped eating, dreaming of all sorts of male gods falling at her feet in admiration for her unparalleled beauty. Then, suddenly, she sighed regretfully, "Alas, what a pity!"

Liu Ruowan suddenly became dissatisfied and started to criticize, "Tsk tsk tsk, how come you only have a delicate baby face? What about my refined and extraordinary beauty, my unparalleled beauty?"

Realizing that the body she was trying to possess wasn't attractive enough, Liu Ruowan hesitated: This wasn't a good enough physical requirement. Kangxi and the Nine Dragons were surrounded by beautiful women; how could she possibly seduce them? Should she try possessing someone else?

This pause, this hesitation, gave Guarjiaming time to become familiar with the pain.

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And so, Jiaming, who was on the verge of collapse from the pain of being bitten, gradually got used to the tearing pain, and her will, which was on the verge of collapse, was re-formed.

She couldn't just give up like that. What would happen to Aheng if she gave up? He was still so young.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly seemed to hear Aheng calling her. His originally clear voice had become hoarse, which made Jiaming feel heartbroken, but at the same time, a fierce fighting spirit instantly ignited in her heart. It was Aheng's voice. He was calling me. He was afraid. I couldn't leave him alone. I couldn't give up.

Just then, a cool sensation washed over the bitten area, instantly easing the tearing pain. Jiaming was first stunned, then overjoyed. The intense pain had turned into a slight ache, no longer hindering her.

She glared fiercely at Liu Ruowan, and then, taking advantage of her hesitation, grabbed her head and bit down hard on it.

"Ah!" Liu Ruowan suddenly cried out in pain, her face contorted and her body trembling.

Jiaming was overjoyed when she saw this. Such a great opportunity, it would be a shame not to take advantage of it. She immediately displayed her steady, accurate and ruthless style, opened her mouth and tore off a large piece from Liu Ruowan's spirit body.

Liu Ruowan suddenly screamed "Ah!" in agony, her body contorting in pain, just like Jiaming before her, she was passively powerless to resist.

Guarjia Jiaming was not like her. She did not daydream or feel complacent. All she had was the belief of "fighting to the death." She clearly felt that if she could not eliminate the light blue man in front of her, she would never be able to see Dou Jiahuan again.

After being bitten many times, Liu Ruowan finally realized that pushing was the weakest form of resistance. Unwilling to die like this, she endured the pain, her face contorted with rage, and with her mouth wide open, she suddenly tore a piece off Jiaming's body.

"Ugh," Jiaming groaned. The intense pain and the soothing coolness appeared at the same time, so that although Jiaming felt pain, it was not as intense as before, and it was not enough to stop her biting.

But Liu Ruowan couldn't handle it. After being bitten by Jiaming again, she felt excruciating pain in her mind and body. The pain made her hug the bite tightly, crying out in pain and trembling, completely unable to launch a counterattack immediately.

After being bitten twice, she trembled and, extremely unwillingly, bit back. However, as the number of bites increased, without the cooling sensation to soothe the pain, Liu Ruowan quickly broke down after a short while: "No, ah, please, ah you..."

Jiaming wouldn't let her go just because she begged for mercy. She remembered that she had almost been devoured by this person before and would never see her brother again. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot, and she began to devour her again. Under these circumstances, the battle between the two quickly became one-sided.

Then, Liu Ruowan's spiritual body, which was 1.5 times the size of Jiaming's, was defeated. After Jiaming bit into the last bit of her spiritual body and swallowed it, she finally smiled with relief and fainted peacefully.

Although the cool sensation kept soothing the pain, the repeated bites accumulated and eventually caused a significant change in intensity, making the pain quite severe. Sure enough, once the threat was gone and she no longer needed to force herself to stay upright, Jiaming relaxed and fainted.