Chapter 177 The Bow

Yun Weize pursed his lips, looking rather unusually awkward. "There are differences between men and women."

The location of his injury was really unsightly.

Jiang Xianwan glanced at him, "Emperor, you know there's a difference between men and women, yet you run into your disciple's courtyard late at night. Don't you think about the difference between men and women?"

"You made me open the door, deliberately letting Senior Brother Qin see you. Didn't you ever think about the difference between men and women?"

"It's not like we haven't slept together before, why are men and women acting differently now?"

Would you like to install another one?

Very well, those four sentences made the Southern Emperor's ears turn bright red, and he lowered his eyelashes in a huff.

He didn't know what he had been doing lately, his mind filled with nothing but jealousy and rivalry, as if he had been infected by that petty fox and that scurrying little devil.

But what right does he have to act like a petty person who wants to say something but doesn't dare to?

He should have returned to his floating platform, to the empty palace to heal his wounds.

A candle was still lit in the courtyard. After turning around and regaining my senses, I found myself in Jiang Xianwan's courtyard.

Yun Weize bit his lip in secret annoyance, blaming it on his own good fortune, when a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

He reflexively grabbed Jiang Xianwan's wrist, a rare look of panic, as if the sky were falling, welling up in his eyes.

A blush crept onto her cheeks at a visible speed.

"do what?"

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

What can she do?

Even if we take a step back and assume he's injured like this, what can she do?

Jiang Xianwan twisted her wrist gently, easily breaking free from his grasp. As his eyes widened suddenly, her fingertips lightly touched the graceful spine, slowly sliding downwards.

The soft warmth, subtle and gentle through the fabric, felt like fingers plucking a string on a musical instrument, sending a tingling electric current rushing through my entire body.

Yun Weize's mind went blank for a moment, his pupils dilated to the maximum, his ten fingers suddenly clenched, and blue veins suddenly appeared, as if someone had been stroking and picking at them. The flower branches under the storm began to tremble slightly.

He bit his lip hard, sweat beading on his forehead, his cheeks flushed red, and his unfocused pupils reflected the black flower buds that suddenly burst open at Jiang Xianwan's feet.

A few petals quietly stretched out, tentatively touching the blue hem of the skirt.

Jiang Xianwan was so engrossed in admiring the rare sight of the Southern Emperor's innocent demeanor that she didn't notice the rather spectacular sea of ​​flowers at her feet.

Feeling the skin beneath her fingertips tighten instantly, and a visible tremor, she slowly leaned down and whispered in his ear.

Mimicking his manner, she exhaled a light, airy breath, as if blowing frost flowers, "Of course... I'm applying medicine for you, sir."

Old people's home?

Yun Weize's panicked face suddenly froze, his expression collapsed and went blank. The black flower that just touched the hem of Jiang Xianwan's skirt immediately vanished like quicksand.

He stiffly and slowly turned his eyes to the side, clenched his teeth, and as if using all his strength, gently tugged at Jiang Xianwan.

After a long silence, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, "I'm not old."

"Alright, alright, you're not old." Jiang Xianwan nodded perfunctorily.

Yun Weize is of course not old; she is incredibly beautiful, like a flower in full bloom.

She straightened up, admiring with satisfaction the well-defined lines of her back muscles, subtly revealing her hidden strength beneath the robes, as if the garments concealed a gentle, raging power.

She pulled off his shirt, leaving it around his waist and hips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "How about we take it off a little further?"

She wasn't shy; it's not like she'd never touched it before.

Yun Weize: "..."

Jiang Xianwan swiftly and decisively made a two-finger sweep, "What happened?"

In a short while, the Southern Emperor, who had experienced great ups and downs, was like a flower bud soaked by a waterfall, burying his face back in the pillow as if exhausted.

His voice was listless and weak, "The beasts in the Void Ancient Realm went berserk, the spirit tower collapsed, and I accidentally bumped into it."

Jiang Xianwan frowned.

A riot of strange beasts.

The stupa collapsed.

What kind of riot could force Yun Weize into a situation where he had no way to escape and appeared to be completely exhausted of his spiritual energy?

During the competition, they were only on the outskirts, far from the center of the Void Ancient Realm.

Is this... all the strange beasts inside and outside the city have gone on a rampage?

He was perfectly normal during the Xuan Gu Competition, with nothing unusual about him.

Jiang Xianwan didn't rush to ask. She fed him two pills and then took some water to wash away the bloodstains covering his back.

Hearing the suppressed groans emanating from the man's throat, she belatedly felt her face getting hot.

It has to be said that the several wounds running across her sharply defined back give her a battle-worn beauty vibe, making one want to do something about it.

Realizing her thoughts had gone astray, Jiang Xianwan silently berated herself for a second before taking the ointment and carefully applying it.

After thinking for a moment, she considerately pulled up his waistband and stepped back behind the screen.

"Let's change our clothes first."

The Southern Emperor's fussiness is no less than that of the Northern Emperor.

There was a moment of silence inside. Yun Weize responded vaguely, and the rustling sounds gradually disappeared. After a while, the man, dressed in black, turned and walked out from behind the screen.

Jiang Xianwan helped him sit down on the soft chair. The color returned to Yun Weize's face, and he was no longer as frighteningly pale as before.

After changing into clean clothes, his brows and eyes relaxed, and he lay wearily on his side on the soft chair, showing no signs of injury, and began to order people around.

"I'd like some hot tea."

"I also want lychees."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Seeing that she didn't move, Yun Weize clearly took her words to heart, and his expression dimmed. "Didn't you say I was an old man?"

Is he old?

Is he really...very old?

Jiang Xianwan looked at the Southern Emperor, who was questioning his existence and secretly touching his face, and felt a rare pang of self-reproach.

She obediently poured him a cup of tea, placed it in his hand, picked up a lychee, and resignedly began to peel it.

Yun Weize ate two pills, lifted his dark eyelashes, and perhaps to confirm that his face was still smooth and delicate, a faint smile returned to his lips, "Want to hear it?"

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She withdrew the lychee she was about to hand him and put it in her own mouth.

Yun Weize was pleased by her appearance, and as he laughed, it seemed to aggravate his internal injuries, and he covered his lips with his slender fingers.

I went out for a while.

Jiang Xianwan: "...?"

What else?

How can you get injured at home?

"Brother and Emperor Yin also went."

Jiang Xianwan subconsciously glanced at the window frame.

"He didn't come."

Yun Weize looked at her silly expression and laughed. He picked up a lychee and said, "The Void Ancient Realm is temporarily safe. Di Yin has returned to the Northern Territory."

"My brother will be back later, and he... should have told you."

As he left, Fengyi sat cross-legged at the center of the formation, took out a jade slip, and seemed to be sending a message to someone.

Who can Fengyi send messages to?

How could he, as the younger brother, not guess?

Except for his wicked disciple.

Jiang Xianwan found the jade slip and, sure enough, heard Hua Buxiu's voice transmission: "There is an unusual movement in the Void Ancient Realm. I will return later."

Yun Weize leaned closer to take a look, his expression one of complete understanding.

"Anomaly." Jiang Xianwan's dark eyes dimmed, as if deep in thought. "Why would the Void Ancient Realm suddenly exhibit unusual activity?"

Yun Weize fed her the lychee flesh, the smile in his eyes gradually fading. "Someone took the E'gong."