Chapter 63 Chapter 63 “This hallucination… is so realistic…

Jiu Zhao's feet seemed to have taken root in the ground.

Neither advancing nor retreating is possible.

Reason told her that the fact happening before her eyes was a huge handle that could be used to control Zhu Yan.

Such a confused and passionate posture.

In addition, the fox ears and tail are considered private by the beast tribe.

These two places are equivalent to the other half of their body, and will only be revealed when a couple has sex or when they are seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Last time, she beat Meng Chu to death and made him lose face in public, which is why he has been hating her ever since.

But.

Is it really that strong?

The scene before him clearly showed that Zhu Yan was not seriously injured, nor was there any other woman present.

Jiu Zhao's eyes moved slowly until he saw Zhu Yan put his right hand into his clothes.

He turned around quickly as if waking from a dream.

She didn't deny that she was a despicable person, but doing this seemed too despicable. Besides, if she really left the image of him, of him masturbating... if Zhu Yan ever found out, she wondered if he would mistakenly think she had some dirty thoughts.

Jiu Zhao's brain was working at an unprecedented speed.

But in an instant, the decision was made.

Just when she was about to leave as if nothing had happened, a sound similar to vomiting came from behind her.

The sound was intermittent, and he vomited again and again.

…

So Jiu Zhao stopped again.

She half covered her eyes with her hands and turned back slowly.

Only then did I realize that Zhu Yan was doing something shameful when he put his hand into her clothes.

At some point, the side-lying position turned into lying on the back.

He tore open his clothes and covered the trachea above his collarbone with force, but he still couldn't control the large amounts of blood pouring out of his throat.

“Cough, cough cough…”

His already gorgeous complexion swelled to a red hue that threatened to burst through his thin skin. He stretched out a hand with exposed veins and fumbled with the edge of the platform, hoping to use the momentum to prop himself up and vomit out the blood clogged in his throat more smoothly.

But he was too weak to do so. He struggled several times, and his neck was bent backwards to the maximum extent. He was about to suffocate and pass out.

My life in this world is not as good as the Three Pure Ones Heaven.

After the cultivation has been compressed, even an immortal body that has been tempered by the six paths is much more fragile than when it was in heaven.

Once seriously injured, it is easy to die.

Therefore, this is also the reason why many gods are unwilling to take on mortal duties.

"Zhu, Zhu Yan?!"

The fate of the immortal is at stake, Jiu Zhao cannot care less.

She removed her invisibility spell and quickly summoned the divine whip, which shattered the seemingly indestructible defensive barrier with one lash.

Jiu Zhao rushed to the young man, held half of his shoulders, and changed his posture to kneeling.

She put her fingers together to form a palm and slapped Zhu Yan's back hard. Finally, just before Zhu Yan's pupils were about to turn up, she helped him vomit out blood foam.

This was not enough, so she also passed some immortal power to Zhu Yan, allowing his weak body to regain some strength.

The young man's tall body lay in her arms, twitching from time to time. After an unknown amount of time, he finally collapsed silently.

But before Jiu Zhao could breathe a sigh of relief, a pair of cold hands grasped her arms that were across her waist. The palms were covered with cold sweat and were sticky, which reminded Jiu Zhao of the moss that covered the stone walls of the tunnel when she came in, and it also seemed like a poisonous snake roaming and hunting in the dark night.

Goose bumps appeared on her limbs. The young man, whose face was covered by his scattered black hair, suddenly raised his head and looked at her with his dilated pupils.

Jiu Zhao found it difficult to describe that gaze.

It was clearly unconscious, but the changing eyes reflected an extremely crazy excitement.

Through his sleeves, Zhu Yan used both hands to stroke Jiu Zhao's forearms back and forth.

He smiled faintly for a while and began to mutter to himself: "This hallucination... is really so realistic..."

"?"

What an illusion, what a reality.

Speaking of which, what disease does he have?

It was like taking an aphrodisiac, or being seriously injured, or having a hysterical attack.

Jiu Zhao considered whether to use the mind-clearing technique to bring Zhu Yan back to consciousness.

The next moment, the young man, concentrating all his strength on his upper body, suddenly hugged her tightly. His narrow, hard jaw pressed against her neck, causing her pain. However, he still used the tip of his nose to rub open her collar, buried his nose in it, and took a deep sniff. He sighed contentedly, "...it actually smells like roses."

“I like you so much…I like you so much.

“This is the only time of the month that I can see you.

"If only time could stop at this moment forever..."

Straightforward and corny love words were spoken over and over again from the thin lips pressed against Jiu Zhao's sensitive neck.

The Nine-tailed Fox Clan is a race that excels in charm.

In this situation, the young man's breath was mixed with heat, which could make people feel half of their body numb even without saying anything.

And Jiu Zhao was able to stay awake.

It's all thanks to her proud and inviolable self-esteem.

The rose dew on the long table that was regarded as a gift but not given away in time, the notebook that recorded his secret love, and Zhu Yan's broken and incoherent but clear words just now, all showed that there was a woman he loved in his heart.

Who is she, Jiu Zhao?

Even if Zhu Yan had a hysterical attack for some unknown reason, she must not be treated as a substitute for someone else.

Offended, Jiu Zhao gave up his original plan of clearing his mind and instead used physical means to help him regain consciousness.

Bang bang bang!

Four very hard slaps.

Zhu Yan's cheeks were burned by the blow and his head tilted to the side.

He seemed unable to accept Jiu Zhao's act of waking him from his sweet dream. He was stunned for a long time before carefully raising his hand to touch the swollen flesh. He said in disbelief, "How could it be, how could it really be that His Highness is here..."

Jiu Zhao keenly grasped the key information in the words.

Zhu Yan was born to the Divine King. Even though he was a concubine's son, he still had a noble status on the surface.

He is the only one in the Three Pure Heavens who can be honored as His Highness.

So he...

Before Jiu Zhao could fully process the sudden thought, she saw Zhu Yan covering his face with his hands in extreme shame. He struggled to leave her arms and kneeled, pleading almost pitifully, "Your Highness, I have been disrespectful. Please forgive me... But I cannot recover for a while. I beg Your Highness to step aside for the time being... When I am better, I will come back and accept your punishment..."

Jiu Zhao said angrily without thinking: "Is it because I don't want to avoid it?

"You've vomited so much blood. What if you choke to death on the blood if I leave?"

"Your Highness, I deeply thank you. I am so happy to have your care... I will definitely take good care of myself... This is a congenital weakness I was born with, and it flares up every month on the full moon. Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will not die..."

Zhu Yan would stop and take a breath after saying a few words.

The sentimentality has completely lost the restraint, humility and reserve that he used to have in his clear-headed state.

An indescribable warmth slowly diffused from his every expression and every movement, silently approaching Jiu Zhao.

Seeing that he promised that he would not die, Jiu Zhao got up and left in a hurry.

Zhu Yan's gaze followed her back closely, as subtle as a ghost and as hot as a flame.

Afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, he would be haunted by that inexplicable feeling. Jiu Zhao quickly walked several dozen feet away, stopping at the corner of a tunnel. When he was sure he wouldn't meet Zhu Yan's eyes when he turned around, he pressed his pounding chest and took a deep breath.

But before long, she began to hate her outstanding hearing.

On the other side, Zhu Yan must have seen her walking away and was completely relieved, so he acted without any scruples.

A faint humming sounded in her ears without a single word being missed.

Sometimes painful.

Sometimes happy.

Sometimes it's half painful, half pleasant.

The bonus of charm is loaded to the maximum in the continuous movement.

Jiu Zhao was in a state of agitation. She had forgotten the words to the formula for clearing her mind halfway through, and she couldn't recall them no matter how hard she tried. She simply picked up the thread of thought that had been interrupted by Zhu Yan.

Rose.

Your Highness.

A female nickname for "she".

And from what he said, this obsession appeared in his hallucinations more than once or twice.

These revealing pieces of information came together to piece together a truth that puzzled Jiu Zhao.

Zhu Yan likes himself.

…

In fact, from the first time they met, when he betrayed his northern companions led by Meng Chu and stood up to explain the facts, Jiu Zhao didn't understand what he was thinking.

Combined with what he said later about the past when he was young and had a dispute with Meng Chu, which almost resulted in his personal maid Yue Jian being beaten to death, Jiu Zhao thought that Zhu Yan should be very clear that if he did a similar thing again, he would not only betray Meng Chu, but the entire northern border would only be targeted even more severely.

Now.

The reasons behind Zhu Yan's contradictory words and deeds, which were contrary to his reserved personality, were revealed.

Because he likes himself.

Can--

Why does he like himself?

Jiu Zhao thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was so special about herself that made Zhu Yan like her.

Was it because she loved him that she argued for her innocence, and then when she gave him the bird of paradise, she forced him to kneel on the ground to put on her shoes?

Did he like her treating him as a follower, ordering him around and being sarcastic when she was in a bad mood?

Or did she like to keep him in her hands, planning for several days just to catch him meeting his secret lover?

Jiu Zhao knew it very well.

When she doesn't have deep feelings for someone, she won't care about the other person's feelings.

Is she worthy of Zhu Yan's love?

If it were just this, Zhu Yan's feelings would be deep enough to cause obsession and illusion.

Then, it was so cheap and insignificant that it was no different from the dust and mud that was rolling and crushing under her feet.

…

Zhu Yan panted for a long, long time.

Jiu Zhao also thought about it for a long time.

At dawn, a faint light shone into the cave, and when the pitch-black darkness slowly dissipated, she realized that it was already daybreak.

so--

This Zhu Yan actually lay on the stone bed like this for the entire night?!

Jiu Zhao was terrifyingly conscious.

Thinking of herself as a door god, watching over the cave for him all night, her fists clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.

Just when she wanted to rush in and ask Zhu Yan how long it would take for him to recover.

The young man with long hair and bare feet finally staggered towards her.

Pale blue marks were scattered under the narrow eyelids, like a tired snowfall between heaven and earth.

A few strands of black hair were tucked into the collar of his shirt, forming an extremely sharp contrast with his cold white skin.

There is also the smell of long-term love affairs.

The strong scent of plants and trees on his body was transformed into a more confusing and demonic smell.

I'm afraid that if it were Jiu Zhao, any mortal man or woman would not be able to help but pounce on him when seeing this scene.

"you--"

Jiu Zhao tried to break the awkward atmosphere by making a few complaints in a bad tone.

He suddenly raised his head.

"……Miss."

A face that is extremely fragile.

It is also extremely beautiful.