Chapter 66 Chapter 66 "Stubborn!"

Apparently, no one could answer Jiu Zhao's question.

She didn't think about it for too long, and Zhu Ying walked around the screen and came out.

"Miss, your servants have already changed Master Zhu Yan's dirty clothes and used the cleaning technique to cleanse him of the filth."

He also briefly reported on Zhu Yan's injuries, saying that the gravel that had pierced his foot was long and sharp, almost piercing the bone.

Jiu Zhao nodded: "Okay, I understand, you go back first."

She pulled down the window frame, turned around and walked behind the screen.

Zhu Ying stepped aside and blocked her path: "Jiangyu should have hot water ready by now, Miss, aren't you going back to wash up?"

Jiu Zhao couldn't help but look at him.

I saw the clear emotion in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

This sentiment is not surprising.

After all, Jiu Zhao himself knew that it would be inappropriate for an unmarried man and woman to stay in the same room, even in the Yunsheng world where the customs were much more open than those in the Sanqing Heaven.

She said to him, "I know what you want to say, but Zhu Yan and I have some things to deal with right now, so we'll be back soon."

Seeing Jiu Zhao's insistence, Zhu Ying had no choice but to give in.

He whispered back, "Then I'll go prepare the young lady's favorite refreshments," and left obediently.

Zhu Ying's slow footsteps gradually faded away.

Only when he heard the sound of the door closing did Jiu Zhao take a step and sit down beside Zhu Yan's bed.

In the past, a screen, tall enough for a grown man, had obscured the view from the inner chamber. Only when he truly stepped inside did Jiu Zhao discover a different world. Besides the lacquered wooden wardrobes lined up side by side, a wide, elevated shelf held four or five guqins, and numerous books neatly arranged upright.

Books and the zither are both elegant pursuits.

More importantly, you need to be calm to appreciate the fun of it.

This was very consistent with the demeanor Zhu Yan usually displayed in front of everyone. If he had not personally described the ambition and edges he harbored in his youth, Jiu Zhao would have found it hard to imagine that he would be pressed into the mud and still have a defiant look in his eyes and refuse to yield.

After a quick glance around, Jiu Zhao withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the bed.

Zhu Yan, who had changed into a neat robe, closed his eyes and slept peacefully. Ignoring his pale complexion, he had returned to the appearance of a handsome young man.

Jiu Zhao stared at his lips with deep bite marks in silence for a few moments, then pulled back the quilt covering his feet and examined the wounds on his feet.

Zhu Ying didn't like to meddle in other people's affairs and only did what Jiu Zhao told him to do.

He bandaged Zhu Yan's wound carefully, but did not consume his immortal power to treat him.

As time went by, the young man's skin exposed outside the white cloth turned blue and purple, looking even more terrifying.

With no one around, Jiu Zhao no longer had to act like a sour-faced goddess.

She looked at it silently for a while, then sighed in her heart.

Not to mention anything else, he spent a lot of energy to cure himself of the high fever.

I don't want to owe anyone anything, but I have to repay this favor eventually.

After figuring it out, Jiu Zhao mobilized the strength in his body to repair his external injuries.

The crimson light gently acted on the horrific wound. With the silent moisturizing of the fairy spirit, the purple bruises were replaced by new pink skin, and the broken flesh quickly healed up - the top-quality jade was finally about to return to its flawlessness.

Jiu Zhao thought that according to Zhu Yan's concentration on the task, once his feet were able to walk, he would definitely go to repair the stairs regardless of his weak body. So he was deliberately careful and left two abrasions on the soles of his feet and ankles so that he would stay in bed and recuperate.

Adhering to the principle of "since I'm here, I'm here", Jiu Zhao naturally would not let go of the congenital weakness mentioned by Zhu Yan.

With the experience of joint treatment with Fuxu, she separated a bit of her immortal consciousness and tentatively entered Zhu Yan's body.

Unexpectedly, the body in front of him showed no intention of resisting.

It stretched out smoothly towards Jiu Zhao, revealing its bones, blood, flesh, and veins.

After moving smoothly back and forth, the scorching fire power forced Zhu Yan's forehead to break out in sweat.

Jiu Zhao also discovered the crux of this weakness -

Zhu Yan's immortal veins seemed to be naturally incomplete, and the area near his heart was wilted at several ends like dead roots.

Compared to other veins that are filled with immortal energy and sparkling with light, this place is dead and ominously dark.

Just looking at the outside, it seems that the problem cannot be cleared and is completely hopeless.

Jiu Zhao did not give up and controlled the red immortal consciousness to move closer to that place.

Then, the second thing happened that was beyond her expectations.

When the immortal consciousness touched the end of the shrunken immortal meridian, the part that should not have felt anything suddenly trembled shyly.

An extremely subtle force responded to Jiu Zhao.

It was so subtle that she couldn't tell whether it was the perception of a broken immortal vein or something else.

Jiu Zhao became interested.

As if she had found a new toy, she split her spiritual consciousness into two parts without hesitation and probed into it.

The beginning of the immortal consciousness impacted the end of the broken immortal vein.

He attacked again and again, trying to knock it open and dive into it.

This caused trouble for the young man sleeping on the bed.

The temperature in the body continued to rise, and waves of stimulation came to the heart meridians.

Zhu Yan's tightly closed eyelashes immediately trembled, and an unbearable moan came from his lips.

His moans gradually changed pitch from low to high, and his waist arched, as if it would break in pain at any moment.

“It hurts so much…”

The young man's reaction was so violent that Jiu Zhao had to stop.

She withdrew her strength reluctantly, a shadow of doubt in her heart.

This seems to be different from what Zhu Yan said about there being no cure.

If the body can withstand it, by increasing the output of spiritual power, perhaps it will be possible to break through in one go and make the withered veins function again.

Is it because the force required is too strong, and the body will pass out in pain before it can be unblocked?

Or, there are other unsolvable parts that she has not yet discovered.

Jiu Zhao was still thinking, and Zhu Yan's eyelashes were trembling more and more violently, as if he was about to wake up.

Because of the struggle in the forest earlier, Jiu Zhao had nothing to say to him for the time being.

While she decided to wait until she returned to Sanqingtian and go to the Divine Doctor's Office to look through Zhu Yan's medical records, she stood up from the bed and turned to leave.

Zhu Yan woke up faster than she did.

A hand reached out from under the quilt and grabbed her sleeve.

The young man's voice was vague, as if he had just woken up, and at the end there was a bit of weakness and breathlessness.

"...Miss, you are so kind. You saved me again."

He thanked Jiu Zhao sincerely, as if they had never met in the forest before.

With the experience of the previous confrontation, Jiu Zhao seriously suspected that if she insisted on leaving, Zhu Yan would grab her sleeve and pull her off the bed. The scene was too horrifying, so she had no choice but to face him sideways and sit stiffly in the chair.

"Don't think too much, I don't want to save you.

"But if you die, my trip to the mortal world as an overseer will be in vain."

Her mouth was harder than her body, and every word she spoke was as heavy as a rock.

Zhu Yan raised the corner of his lips and spoke softly, "A gentleman judges deeds, not hearts. After all, I owe you another favor, young lady."

Look, look.

As long as they started arguing, he would always ignore her true intentions and come up with a thousand reasons for them to reconcile.

Jiu Zhao, facing him, felt helpless but unable to vent his anger. He could only start to find fault: "You keep calling me Miss and calling me your subordinate. Doesn't Immortal Lord Zhu Yan know the boundaries of respect and inferiority? Then why are you holding my hand so tightly?"

Zhu Yan instead clenched his hand even tighter: "...I'm afraid if I don't hold on to you, I'll wake up from this dream."

Whether it’s a dream or not.

Jiu Zhao was unwilling to play some romantic riddles with him.

She turned her face to the side, glanced at him, and deliberately showed one of her sharp fangs, and threatened: "Do you think that if you hold my hand tightly, you can continue to dream? I will bite you directly. If it hurts and bleeds, you will know this is the cold reality."

"OK."

Zhu Yan seemed particularly happy. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and showed her his beautifully shaped arms.

“…”

Jiu Zhao was silent.

He could have cared less.

But she can't be shameless.

"boring!"

Taking advantage of Zhu Yan's inattention, she immediately withdrew her hand and said with a roll of her eyes, "You can bite it for fun. I'm leaving now."

The offering arm still hung in the air.

The first thing Jiu Zhao noticed was the light in Zhu Yan's pupils gradually extinguishing.

"……Um."

He responded, lowered his eyes, and smiled considerately, but his raised lips were pursed tightly, revealing a silent loneliness. "I understand. It was my fault for troubling the young lady for so long last night. The young lady should take this opportunity to rest more."

If Zhu Yan continues to pester me.

Jiu Zhao thought that he would turn around and leave immediately.

But he always knew what she was thinking and knew when she would be tough and when she would be soft.

The air was filled with the scent of roses.

This frank, unconcealed smell is very similar to the love that Zhu Yan secretly wrote in his notes.

Jiu Zhao softened his heart again.

When talking to someone as stubborn as Zhu Yan who is obsessed with love, you have to make your words clear.

So, she faced him directly, pondered for a moment, and said seriously, "Zhu Yan, listen carefully. I will only say this once."

The young man also raised his long eyelashes and looked into her eyes: "I am all ears."

"Just now, while I was waiting for you to wake up, I was bored and read your notes. To be honest, I'm not heartless. When I heard you say that you've loved me for so many years, and saw the little things recorded in your notes, my heart was touched.

"But being touched is nothing, I am also touched when I see other things that I have experienced.

"Don't like me anymore. I've tried liking people before, but liking someone is only sweet at first. After that, it's all downhill, meaningless... Maybe you're really good and sincere to me, but I still don't want to repeat the same mistakes with someone else."

Jiu Zhao finished his words in one breath.

The confusion that had been lingering in my heart for a long time seemed to dissipate in an instant.

This was the explanation she gave to Zhu Yan.

This is also the final answer obtained after looking back on the love affair of more than 30,000 years.

After she said it, she calmed down.

She was no longer even embarrassed by Zhu Yan's obsession.

She looked back at Zhu Yan, waiting to see the look in his eyes as he decided to give up after being disappointed.

Zhu Yan said, "Well, but I will still continue to like you, young lady."

He paused abruptly at the end, as if a farmer hoeing his fields had suddenly discovered a seedling taking root in the dark. After a pause, he resigned himself to his fate, then with a wry smile, changed his words. "No, it's not liking, it's love... I will always love you, young lady, even if you never set eyes on me for the rest of your life."

“…”

“???”

“!!!”

Stubborn!

Jiu Zhao began to glare at him fiercely again.

"It's no wonder you're always bullied by Meng Chu. You're just a big fool who won't turn back until you hit the wall!!"

She cursed very fiercely.

Somehow, my face suddenly turned red.