Zhao Muwan tightened her fingers slightly in her sleeves. This prince, who was only at the Godly Realm, could actually bring back complete essence and blood.
"The merit of the compass's guidance, two drops of blood, clear the two."
Li Lingge flicked his finger and two drops of blood flew towards Zhao Muwan.
Zhao Muwan felt the power contained in the two drops of essence and blood, and couldn't help but feel happy.
The blood essence of the ancient divine phoenix can be said to be one of the three most difficult medicinal ingredients to find among the medicinal ingredients for forging divine pills.
Fortunately, there is the ancient corpse of the ancient divine phoenix in the Taixuan Secret Realm. As for the others, I am afraid that even if they get the ingredients for the God-Forging Pill on the list, they will not be so lucky.
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As dusk fell, the last ray of light in the sky gradually disappeared.
In the Yuqing Hall on the back mountain of Taiqing Palace, the flickering candlelight casts two intertwined figures on the carved window lattices, like the lingering characters in a shadow play.
"Your Highness."
Nangong Qingxue's voice was as light as a mosquito, with a certain gentleness that she would never have in her usual voice.
She knelt on the edge of the brocade couch, her white fingers tightly grasping Li Lingge's clothes.
Li Lingge lifted her delicate chin with his slender fingers, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.
Under the candlelight, Nangong Qingxue's eyes, which were usually as cold as frost, were now filled with water, with a faint blush at the corners of her eyes, like peach blossoms wet by rain.
"Why are you so proactive today?" Li Lingge chuckled, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Could it be that you've forgotten the rules of Taiqing Palace?"
Nangong Qingxue bit her lower lip, this action made her look particularly vulnerable.
She was only wearing a gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing, and a bellyband embroidered with green lotus could be vaguely seen inside.
The costumes of the Holy Maidens of Taiqing Palace have always been solemn and dignified, but at this moment they have become the most seductive outfits.
"Your Highness is my rule."
She lowered her eyes, and her long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her face.
After a slight pause, her voice lowered a few notches.
"Although I know it's against the rules, I can't help but miss Your Highness."
Li Lingge's eyes darkened, and his fingers slid from her chin to the side of her neck, feeling the pulse beating under her delicate skin.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath fanning the sensitive shell of her ear.
"Do you miss me as a person, or do you miss the happiness I bring you?"
Nangong Qingxue trembled all over, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red as if dripping blood.
She subconsciously wanted to step back, but Li Lingge grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.
Outside the window, a figure stood quietly.
Zhao Muwan, the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace, had a frosty expression, but her eyes were burning with indescribable anger.
She originally wanted to ask Nangong Qingxue how the third prince obtained the blood of the ancient divine phoenix, but she didn't expect to witness such an unbearable scene.
What shocked her even more was that Nangong Qingxue, who was usually aloof and reserved, was now entwined around the Third Prince like a dodder, calling him shameful names.
Zhao Muwan wanted to break in immediately, but froze in place when she heard Nangong Qingxue's next words.
"Your Highness asks even though you already know the answer."
Nangong Qingxue's voice was filled with a hint of anger. She raised her face and took the initiative to kiss the corner of Li Lingge's lips.
"Everything Qingxue has belongs to your Highness, including her heart and her person."
Li Lingge's eyes darkened. He held the back of her head with one hand to deepen the kiss, while the other hand slid down along her slender waistline and touched her curvy curves through her gauze skirt.
Nangong Qingxue moaned and fell limp in his arms.
After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Qingxue leaned on Li Lingge's shoulder, panting, with tears in her eyes.
"Qingxue has a request."
Li Lingge raised his eyebrows and played with a strand of her hair with his fingers.
"explain."
"Can you punish Qingxue like you did last time?"
Nangong Qingxue's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost inaudible.
Zhao Muwan's pupils outside the window suddenly shrank.
punish? !
The disciple she had raised since childhood, the high and mighty Saint of Taiqing Palace, was actually asking for punishment from a man?
Li Lingge chuckled softly, his fingers caressing Nangong Qingxue's flushed cheek.
"Are you addicted?"
His voice suddenly turned cold and he questioned.
"You are a dignified Saint of the Taiqing Palace, yet you act like a prostitute. What is your crime?"
Nangong Qingxue shuddered, but a strange light flashed in her eyes.
She slowly withdrew from Li Lingge's arms, knelt on the brocade couch, rested her forehead on the back of her hands, and her posture was extremely humble.
"Qingxue knows her fault, please punish me, Your Highness."
Li Lingge stood up and looked down at her.
The candlelight stretched his shadow very long, completely covering Nangong Qingxue's petite body.
He slowly untied the Xuanyuan Sword from his waist and slowly pulled it out.
"Then it's as you wish."
With a crisp sound, the long sword hit Nangong Qingxue's back. The force was not strong, but it was enough to make her tremble all over.
Gauze clothes are thin to begin with, and this blow is almost equivalent to hitting the skin directly.
Nangong Qingxue let out a short scream, then bit her lower lip and swallowed the rest of the sound.
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