The luxurious palace and the dazzling gems reflect the magnificent and exquisite pond below.
The pool was shrouded in mist, and the blood-red water occasionally rippled...
This was the Blood Pond Palace in the Demon King's Palace. Although it was called the Blood Pond, there was no trace of blood in it. This was because the blood-red water was the result of Carrot Head's research.
He thoroughly analyzed the medicinal liquid samples collected from the Demonic Palace, and then added several precious medicinal herbs based on Shen Wuyu's physical condition.
Therefore, the entire Blood Pool Palace is not only free of any bloody smell, but is instead filled with the fragrance of medicine, which has the effect of calming the mind.
Shen Wuyou slowly woke up while smelling the faint fragrance of medicine.
Bhagavan was awakened by the slight movement in his arms. He looked down and saw Shen Wuyou's thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and she whimpered softly from time to time. She looked very cute.
"Awake?" he asked.
"Hmm..." She hummed with a nasal sound, her tone lazy and soft.
It wasn't that she was completely surprised by his appearance, but at this moment, her brain was still groggy and not yet fully awake, so she was too lazy to think and just lay limply on him, not wanting to move.
"How long have I slept?"
She squinted for a moment longer, then asked.
"Seven days."
"Seven days?! I'm still like this for seven days—"
She was stunned and frantically struggled to her feet, ripples surging on the water and lapping against the white jade-stone bank. Seeing that she was moving too far, the Bhagavan frowned and reached out to easily push her back.
The deep voice was filled with anger:
"Skin injuries are easy to deal with, but these three heavenly punishments, two depletions of demonic power, chaos in the dantian, and disordered meridians, how can you continue to torment me?"
"What can I do?! I was born a flower demon, and have been looked down upon by the world since ancient times! If I weren't so domineering and tough, I would have been killed by that group of-"
Her head was still groggy, she felt a dull pain, and her body wasn't feeling well. Now she was scolded without any warning. How could she be in a good mood?
But just when she was about to retort, she unexpectedly saw the heartache, guilt and... self-blame in his eyes?
She suddenly fell silent, realizing that she had been a little impulsive, so she looked away and dodged:
"I know..."
"Feel sorry."
"Huh?" She was stunned by his words and looked at him blankly.
"Sorry, I'm late..." He sighed heavily, put his arms around her waist, slowly brought her into his arms, then pressed one hand on the back of her head and rubbed it gently.
Shen Wuyou tilted his head in confusion, "This is my business. Life or death, injury or disability, it's all my choice. What does it have to do with you?"
"If I had come earlier, you wouldn't have to endure this..." His voice was filled with regret, and Shen Wuyou couldn't even look directly at the strong emotions that burst out of his deep and profound eyes.
She subconsciously dodged his gaze, avoiding it.
"You don't know that I—"
"I know," he said.
While Shen Wuyou was stunned, Bhagavan had already slowly placed his right hand on her back, closest to her heart.
His burning fingers slowly stroked that skin, as if he was greedily touching his own palace.
Shen Wuyou was suddenly touched by his scorching temperature, and her body trembled reflexively. A soft moan escaped her mouth. She wanted to move away from his fingertips, but bumped into his chest, and her skin touched his.
She rested her head on his chest, feeling the slight vibration of his chest as he spoke, and heard his guilty murmur from above her head.
He said, "There are traces of me here."
"What?" She subconsciously turned her head to look behind her, but she couldn't see the scenery behind her clearly.
So she couldn't help but ask, "What traces?"
"Brand..."
"Wuyou! You finally woke up!" Luobutou's surprised cry interrupted Bhagavan's words and also interrupted the unspeakable beautiful atmosphere between the two.
At least, that's what Carrot Head thought.
After all, from his perspective, the two people in front of him were actually naked, soaking in the blood pool with their skin touching each other. Look at the close distance between them, their faces were almost touching and their mouths were almost touching!
The blood pool he painstakingly built was for her to recuperate like this?!
So, with a heart of a bodhisattva who wanted to save the world, he walked over with an angry look on his face, staring at Shen Wuyou with a bad look. That look was like the anger of a doctor who had worked hard and caught his patient taking medicine carelessly.
"Wuyou, what's wrong with you? Don't you know your own body? Look at those black scars on your body that haven't disappeared yet. Would it be unfair for you to just stay here and recuperate?"
He was scolding her in such an angry manner that Shen Wuyou pursed her lips and wanted to explain. But when she looked back at the endless springtime scene between herself and Bhagavan, her thoughts became complicated for a moment, and then she gave up on explaining and accepted his scolding obediently, looking very well behaved.
This carrot-head chattered for a long time, and seeing that Shen Wuyou seemed to be accepting it obediently, he wanted to turn around and warn Bhagavan.
After all, a doctor who is angry will not care about the patient's identity.
Even if he is the supreme demon, he should be scolded for disturbing his demon king's rest!
But Bhagavan had stood up, dressed, and walked away without knowing when.
Luobotou found an opportunity, pouted, and simply sat down on the white marble stone cushion beside him. Then he took off the small medical box hanging on his body, took out a few bottles and jars from it, handed them to Shen Wuyou, and said coldly:
"drink."
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