Chapter 210 [Alien-Zhao Xin] Revenge 3
Mu Chi covered his body. Whenever he thought about what had happened in the past few days, he felt sick and even wanted to end his life here, but it was no use.
Murong Lian always managed to stop him at the critical moment, and later Murong Lian scolded him so much that he dared not ask for death.
"...I, I want to take a shower...I want to bathe." He looked at Murong Lian pleadingly.
"Bathing?" Murong Lian was puzzled. He looked her up and down. After every incident, he would use the cleansing techniques of the human world. "She's quite clean. Why are you bathing?"
“…I want to wash.”
Mu Chi hasn't taken a bath for half a year because he thinks it's dirty.
Murong Lian was in a very good mood. He didn't make things difficult for Mu Chi. After picking up the person horizontally, he walked towards a wall. When his palms touched the wall, it turned into a door. He walked in with the person in his arms.
Behind the door was another world. Steam was thick, and a warm spring gurgled from the cracks in the black stone, flowing over the jade steps and gathering into a deep, emerald pool.
Murong Lian put him into the water.
When the spring water reached his chest, Mu Chi shivered uncontrollably.
He curled up subconsciously, but Murong Lian hugged him from behind, and her fingertips moved down along his collarbone.
"What are you afraid of?" Murong Lian's voice was mixed with the sound of water. "Only this king can see here, and this king will not eat Wen Nu."
"I'll wash it myself."
Murong Lian stood up and stopped touching him. She just watched him scrubbing the kiss marks in the pool with no less strength than Murong Lian herself.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not stop.
The marks could not be washed off, and Mu Chi's use of force would only make them worse, and even the bruises would be larger in size, but he continued to scrub and wash as if he didn't feel any pain, scratching his skin with his nails.
It was unknown when Mu Chi got tired, and Murong Lian picked him up from the water and returned to that place.
"You made one mistake today. You shouldn't call yourself 'I', but 'slave'." Murong Lian clamped his jaw. "Do you think you can wash it off by taking a shower? What's between your legs was given to you by the king. How do you want to clean it?"
Although he was used to hearing Murong Lian's humiliating words, he still couldn't help but gasp.
"You can't cleanse yourself. You killed someone, and my blood is flowing in your body. If you take the fertility medicine in the future, you will have to give birth to a child for me. How can you cleanse yourself?"
Mu Chi's fingertips were trembling.
The shaking started from the finger bones, then moved along the wrist bones and elbow bones, all the way to the shoulder blades, and finally even the teeth started to chatter.
"...offspring?" He heard his own voice floating back from far away, "You want me to... give birth to a child?"
Murong Lian lowered her eyes to look at him, stroking his chin, which had turned blue from being pinched, with her fingertips.
"nature."
He is a man, and asking him to live is nothing more than asking for his life.
That’s all…
"You don't have to worry. I will protect your life and won't let you die of pain."
Mu Chi suddenly grabbed Murong Lian's hand, his lips slightly opened, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.
…
Thinking back to the absurdity of the past twelve years, he had actually managed to survive without even thinking of dying. In the fifth year, Murong Lian couldn't bear to see him become so haggard, so she told him that if he behaved well, she would let him go and give him a certain amount of freedom.
Such conditions would have been very tempting in the past, but after being imprisoned for five years, Lu Ding only has his master in his life and no longer cares about what is happening in the outside world.
Murong Lian wanted him to be happier, so he would be happier. He would hang around Murong Lian and make her happy, so that his life would not be so difficult.
The promise made seven years ago is finally going to be fulfilled today, but he no longer cares whether he leaves here or not. Instead, he was as nervous as when he first stepped out.
His body trembled slightly, and the gauze on his body also shook, and his hand unconsciously reached out to grab Murong Lian's sleeve.
This is not Murong Mansion, but a camp.
He didn't ask where this was, and Murong Lian didn't intend to tell him where this was. She just took him to rest and let him rest.
For the past ten years, Mu Chi's mental state has been tense. Suddenly, his environment changed. He dared not sleep. He didn't know where Murong Lian had gone. He was alone in the tent. Covered with the quilt, he felt abandoned. He cried silently.
It was too noisy, the noise outside the tent, the wind, and the footsteps.
He stuck his head out and saw Murong Lian staring at him. After years of getting along, he had already learned how to please his master. He lifted the quilt, sat up and took off the gauze, but just as he was about to take it off, Murong Lian stopped him.
"Not doing that today."
Mu Chi was surprised, paused what he was doing, and put it on silently.
The surrounding environment was too dark, and he couldn't see Murong Lian's expression. He felt that he was a little strange today.
Murong Lian pulled him off the bed.
"Take you somewhere."
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Two hours ago, Gao Wujiu received news in the tent that there was news about Wen Hanshuang who happened thirteen years ago.
Over the past few years, Murong Lian had broken his wings, killed his closest associates, and even tortured his beloved furnace to death. He hid from place to place, secretly making friends with less powerful noble families.
Murong Lian grew up in a greenhouse and had no idea about any conspiracy or intrigue. He was the only son of the previous head of the Murong family, so it was natural for him to take that position.
The others are different. The Gao and Jing families have many sons. If Jing Yi and Gao Wujiu want to become the head of a clan, they must stand out among their brothers, and there will be a fight for the throne among the nine sons.
Family affection does not exist and power is cruel.
Gao Wujiu crushed the cup in his hand.
"Achu, I will avenge you, and you can rest in peace in your grave."
He didn't want any power anymore. He just wanted Murong Lian to live a life worse than death. He wanted him to lose the hope of living.
He knew Murong Lian too well and knew that he was a man of true character. Others might not be able to see how important Wen Hanshuang was to him and think that Murong Lian treated Wen Hanshuang just like a favorite cauldron, but he knew that if someone was truly moved, how could he protect him?
The Wangyou Sect was his accomplice. Even without Wen Hanshuang as the instigator, Murong Lian would have killed them all.
In addition, the fighting among the demonic families in recent years has been too dangerous. It is too easy for Wen Hanshuang's cauldron to be taken out and made into a big deal, and then secretly eliminated.
But Wen Hanshuang is still alive, and none of those who wanted to kill Wen Hanshuang have disappeared.
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Murong Lian didn't know where Mu Chi was taking him, and Mu Chi didn't dare ask, so he could only follow silently. Not long after walking, they saw a dilapidated house in the distance.
Before they could get close, more than ten demon soldiers walked out of the house.
"Your Highness, is this the reward you wish to bestow upon me?"
Murong Lian pushed Mu Chi behind her out.
"Yes, play slowly, don't kill him, I will keep him for a great use."
Mu Chi grabbed Murong Lian's hand in fear.
"Master... Master..." He didn't know what he had done wrong again, but now he realized what Murong Lian was going to do. Murong Lian had said before that she would send him out to be a public furnace. "What did this slave do wrong?"
He asked tentatively, but Murong Lian shook his hand off.
"I have raised you for many years, and it is time for you to contribute. Wen Nu, I no longer want you. From now on, you will follow them."
Mu Chi stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. He couldn't accept Murong Lian's words. Leaving him and letting him be with other men was such a great shame.
Mu Chi's knees softened and he knelt in the dust, his fingertips digging into the mud and blood seeping from between his nails.
"Master..." His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was cut by broken porcelain pieces, "Slave... Slave knows he was wrong, please don't leave me..."
"Hush." Murong Lian tilted her head slightly, her eyes darker than the night, "Don't dirty my clothes."
In one word, the last bit of his energy was drained away.
The leader of the demon soldiers stepped forward and grabbed Mu Chi's neck with his iron gloves, like holding a bird with broken wings.
The door slammed shut, crushing the last ray of moonlight. In the darkness, only the heavy breathing of the demon soldiers and the clashing of armor could be heard. They pressed him against a broken stone platform, locking his wrists into the grooves, and the iron rings clicked tighter.
The stone platform was cold, but not as cold as Mu Chi's heart at the moment.
Afterwards, the demon soldiers just picked up their pants and left.
In the demon world, Mu Chi's face is not considered pretty, it's just that they have nowhere to vent their anger.
When Mu Chi woke up, he was in the human world. The person beside him was no longer Murong Lian, nor anyone from the demon world, but Cheng Yuanzhou who had died long ago.
“…Frost.”
Mu Chi didn't know what to feel when he saw him. He just simply called his name and tears fell from his eyes.
No one here calls him Mu Chi, and no one calls him Wen Hanshuang. In the past ten years, he has only been accompanied by the word "Wen Nu".
"Don't cry, take a rest first, I will avenge you."
Mu Chi is not a crybaby. No matter how Murong Lian bullied him, he rarely cried. But he cried again and again in front of Cheng Yuanzhou, and he couldn't stop the tears no matter what.
"Han Shuang, don't cry, I feel bad."
"Aren't you dead?"
"Yes, I am dead. It's a long story. You are Frost, but not completely. When you remember everything, you..."
Cheng Yuanzhou paused.
"Don't hate me, okay?"
Mu Chi didn't say anything. He didn't know what the other person was chattering about.
"I know Han Shuang is magnanimous and won't hate me." Cheng Yuanzhou kissed her, "Anyone who hurts you will get the retribution they deserve."
Mu Chi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally he closed his eyes, feeling at ease.
When he saw Murong Lian again, his injuries had healed, except for some bruises at the corners of his mouth.
These days have been the happiest days he has had since he came here. Without Murong Lian, without any constraints, he is free, but there is still a cage in his heart. Whenever he thinks of Murong Lian, he can't help but tremble.
He was so afraid of Murong Lian that when he saw the real person, he felt like he was back in those years.
Cheng Yuanzhou comforted Wen Hanshuang.
"Murong Lian, what are you doing here?"
"Take my men back."
If it weren't for the assassination a few days ago and Gao Wujiu's head, he wouldn't have known that Wen Hanshuang was hidden here.
Cheng Yuanzhou narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"
Murong Lian did not answer.
The two men grappled, Cheng Yuanzhou lost the upper hand and was killed again. Mu Chi once again fell into Murong Lian's hands.
This time Murong Lian was still very angry, but she did not lock the man up in that small dark room.
"Don't come over here..." Mu Chi begged.
"It seems that Wen Nu has forgotten the rules in the past three months."
Mu Chi didn't understand. It was clearly Murong Lian who abandoned him. He was the one who sent himself away. Those memories were still in his mind and couldn't be dispelled.
So what is Murong Lian pretending to be here?
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