The willow tree, now transformed into a swaying, branching tree, exclaimed: "!!!!"
Who is he pretending to be affectionate with here?
She's already told him that she was just teasing him, and that they have nothing to do with each other.
She hasn't slept, she doesn't have a child, so why is he forcing her into this situation, trying to glorify himself without any sense of boundaries, and nagging about caring for her? She's rich, beautiful, has a great figure, social status, and ability. Does she need his concern?
The swaying willow branches slapped him across the face again, in the same spot, with the same force, telling him to get lost, to get lost, and not to delay his live stream, to make money, and to become the second richest person in the Abel Galaxy.
Cangying, after being hit, reached out and touched the spot where she had been hit, then placed her hand on the willow tree: "You don't want me to look for her, but she's in this primeval forest in the middle of the night, she hasn't gone far. No matter how powerful or capable she is, she's still a girl, a pregnant girl."
Yanliu: "???"
A pregnant girl?
Believe it or not, if she falls, any tree branch could crush him.
“I’m going to find her, you don’t need to stop me.” Cangying patted the willow tree: “Thank you, you must grow up well, grow up hard, grow up properly, and remember to grow up soon.”
"Only by transforming into human form sooner can you leave this place, go to a wider place, see a wider world, and meet a wider range of people and things."
Yanliu: "..."
No wonder Wukong had a rebellious streak and needed the headband, because Tang Sanzang was too long-winded.
This thing in front of you belongs to Tang Sanzang.
If you're going to leave, get out of here. Stop nagging and don't bother taking pictures of her.
Cangying looked at the drooping willow branches, which, like a girl in a huff, had all fallen to the side, no longer scattering those tiny, firefly-like sparks.
Without the light of a fire, only the moonlight shone down, making the surroundings even darker. Cangying seemed to be hidden in the darkness, with only his white hair standing out under the moonlight.
After taking a picture of the willow tree, he withdrew his hand and took out a palm-sized bead from his spatial storage. The bead shone like a small light bulb, and when he held it in his hand, it illuminated the path beneath his feet.
He bent down slightly to examine the withered branches and leaves on the ground, looking at them carefully and seriously. After examining them, he followed the footprints left by the withered branches and leaves and walked away.
Yanliu: "!!!!"
Is this person born in the Year of the Pig?
Those were traces of her arrival, not traces of her departure.
She's right here, so where is he supposed to find her?
Yan Liu gathered her willow branches, which quickly rose upwards, forming an enclosure that seemed to surround the trunk.
She transformed her upper body into a human while her lower body remained a tree. She retrieved a quantum computer from her spatial storage, activated it, and released Cangying from the small dark room. She then sent him a message: "You rascal! I've told you twice already, and this is the third time. I didn't sleep with you, and I'm not pregnant!"
"Go back to where you came from. Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are? I don't need you to look for me. Get lost and don't stop me from enjoying the moonlight."
Sending such clear and unambiguous text should have relieved Cangying, who should have trusted her and believed that nothing had happened between them.
Unfortunately, Cangying was not the kind of person one would expect, nor was he the kind of person who followed the rules. He was persistent, stubborn, inflexible, adhered to tradition, and believed in fate.
Once he's made up his mind, it's hard to change it. For example, when he saw Yanliu lying on his bed, disheveled and with marks on her body, even if Yanliu didn't say anything, he knew he had deceived her.
He had to take responsibility for his actions, but she wasn't his destiny. He couldn't fall in love with her, and they couldn't be bound by fate and make a marriage agreement.
He had tried countless ways to make amends to her, to bring her back to the way things were before, and to bring himself back to the way things were before. Even though they had a ten-year agreement, he knew perfectly well that he was just deceiving himself. She could not go back to the way things were before, and neither could he.
As the high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan, he had lost his manners and committed such an immoral act. He had let himself down, let down the deep-sea mermaid clan, let down his so-called destiny, and let down Yanliu.
Yanliu is very likely to have a child now. He feels guilty towards the child, unable to give the child all his love, and even unable to face the child.
Yanliu's message to him was a sign of her anger and embarrassment, a sign that she was determined to spend the night alone; he couldn't pursue her, he couldn't go to see her.
The more he pursued and searched, the more unhappy she became, uttering self-deceiving and annoying words to gloss over the truth.
If Yanliu knew what he was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes and say, "There's no need for that. What I'm saying is the truth, but you're just too dense to listen to a word."
Just as Yanliu was about to transform into a tree, she heard a sound again, and then, through the gaps in the willow branches, she saw Cangying returning the way she came, holding the beads.
She was speechless. She told him to get out, to get out immediately, to get out without stopping, but not only did he not leave, he came back. What was he doing back?
Does she have to sit under his tree and explore life with him at night, exploring his queen's head? She wants to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon, striving to become more and more beautiful, to have a better figure, and to have stronger mental and physical strength, so as to keep up with her master's footsteps.
Hey, hey, why did he sit down? He's sitting under her tree, leaning against her trunk?
Damn it, am I going to have a life discussion with her, or am I going to cling to her?
Yanliu sat on the tree, looking down, and saw a head of white hair tied up with her willow branch. She was furious, but she couldn't bring herself to hit him.
Just as Yanliu was figuring out how to get rid of him, she saw him out of boredom. He placed the shining bead on his lap, used his right hand as a blade, and sliced open his left wrist. Dragon blood spurted out and splashed directly onto Yanliu's tree trunk.
Yanliu: "..."
He has a mental illness or a serious disease; he's a typical suicidal person.
How can there be such a stubborn dragon? It's going to drive this tree crazy!
Yanliu did not drink blood, nor did it absorb blood.
Bright red dragon blood slid down the tree trunk. Cangying's wrist was pressed against the trunk, his face pale, his eyes filled with a deathly darkness, his thin lips slightly parted, and he spoke weakly: "Willow tree, why aren't you drinking my blood anymore? Are you angry because Princess Yanliu left because of my arrival?"
“That’s true. Princess Yanliu is a pure plant-based psychic ability user. You are a willow tree with sentience. This place belongs to her secret base. You should have recognized her long ago.”
"Perhaps you have spiritual awareness because of her. Her spiritual power is more useful than my blood, but I am sitting next to you and have nothing to give you except my blood."
Yanliu: "!!!!"
He is seriously ill.
His face was as pale as a ghost; the knife he had been stabbed by the hunter hadn't healed yet.
Leaving aside the blood loss, he's a grown male dragon; he can recover from a little blood loss with some replenishment.
However, he was burdened with worries and his heart was full of pent-up emotions. To put it nicely, he was unapproachable, like a god standing high above all living beings. To put it bluntly, he was lifeless, like an old tree that seemed to have lush branches and leaves, but was actually about to decay and had no vitality.
Yan Liu suppressed a sigh of relief. Since the blood that had been delivered to her doorstep was the most yang-energy-rich dragon blood, why not absorb it instead of letting it fall to the ground and benefit other trees?
She absorbed his splattered blood, and even wrapped a willow twig around his wrist and drank directly from it.
The dragon blood flowed continuously into her body, and like the starlight of fireflies, it reappeared, making her beautiful surroundings dreamlike and fairyland.
Countless starlight fell on Cangying's face, head, and body, disappearing into his body. The starlight was like a feeding frenzy; he gave it blood, he gave it spiritual energy, he regulated his spiritual energy, and he nourished his body.
No amount of starlight could restore his body to normal, nor could it make his hair turn black again; in fact… he already had very few black hairs left.
Yanliu controlled her branches and came to Cangying's neck, wrapping them around his neck. He didn't even move, not even lifting an eyelid.
Yanliu: "!!!!"
She would strangle him, swallow him whole, and he wasn't afraid at all.
What kind of dragon is this?
What kind of shit is in their heads?
Fearless of death, harboring deep resentment, and driven to masochism!
Yan Liu's fiery temper erupted, and the willow branch wrapped around his neck, imbued with spiritual power, exerted a slight force, knocking him unconscious without causing pain.
The unconscious Cangying's hand, which had been pressed against the willow tree, drooped down. Her body swayed and she fell against the willow tree root, the bright beads on her legs rolling to the ground.
Yanliu transformed from a tree into a human, wearing a nightgown, barefoot, with long hair flowing freely. She stood in front of Cangying and aloofly raised her foot to kick him.
He was already unconscious. Even if Yanliu killed him now, he wouldn't wake up. Besides, kicking him would be completely painless and he wouldn't feel anything at all.
Yanliu kicked him several times before slowly squatting down, reaching out to hold his wrist and take his pulse. The more she took his pulse, the more she clicked her tongue, and exclaimed, "What is love in this world that makes a dragon so devoted, risking his life to protect his purity?"
After taking his pulse and expressing her amazement, Yanliu laid Cangying down with great boldness, then ripped open his clothes, revealing his chest—a deep, pale, and unremarkable sight.
Yanliu placed her hand on his chest. Luckily, she wasn't too dark-skinned; her color was similar to his, otherwise she would have felt inferior.
After comparing the skin, Yan Liu's hand moved to the wound on his chest. His chest was covered by a sword made of dragon scales. Only Bo Jichen himself probably knew how powerful and lethal the sword was.
Yanliu's hand covered his wound; the surface had healed, but the inside was decaying, hence his condition.
Yan Liu sighed. Oh well, she'd treat him and fix him up. If she ever got tired of him later, she'd just find that tool to hunt down and kill him.
Well, it's decided then. The powerful plant-based spiritual energy flowed through Yan Liu's hand into Cangying's wound, and then into his body to repair the internal damage.
A moment later, his chest was smooth and clean, without any wounds. His internal injuries had been healed, his mental energy had been restored, and the problem of genetic breakdown had been resolved.
But his hair was completely white, not a single black strand could be found; it was entirely silver-white, like silver frost falling from the moonlight.
Yan Liu couldn't pull out a single black hair from his hair. She reached out and touched his wrist, his left wrist, where blood was still flowing.
Yanliu reached out and brushed it over; the bleeding on her left wrist stopped, and a scab visibly formed, then fell off, leaving it perfectly intact without a trace of a wound.
After doing all this, Yanliu looked at him. People with heavy minds even frowned when they were unconscious. People who are stubborn and do not understand are really scary.
Fortunately, it was all wishful thinking on his part, and he didn't bother the hunter and Jiang Dandan. Otherwise, he would be a dead dragon by now, without even having to lift a finger.
Yan Liu healed all his physical wounds, but she couldn't heal the wounds in his heart. A wound in the heart needs a cure, but his wound in the heart was incurable.
Yanliu pulled up his clothes, put down a willow branch, helped him up, and sent a message to Quanjian: "Go out and head east to meet your high priest."
Just as Quanjian finished showering and was about to crawl into bed, she received this message: Yanliu asked her to go pick up her High Priest. She instinctively ran outside, went next door, and knocked on Fu Huan's door.
Fu Huan had already slumped into bed and was about to fall asleep when she was woken up. With her hair a mess of red, disheveled hair, she opened the door and said impatiently, "Knock, knock, knock on my soul!"
Without thinking twice, Quanjian grabbed his wrist with tremendous force, almost pulling him away: "Let's go, let's go, hurry up and go! Yanliu sent me a message, asking me to go pick up my High Priest."
Fu Huan struggled to break free and found that this little stinky fish was actually quite strong when he got going: "Your High Priest isn't a child. Why did you come to me when I told you to go pick him up?"
Quanjian was quite angry: "Just go when I tell you to, why are you making such a fuss?"
Fu Huan was forced to run after her, and almost fell down while running up the stairs: "Who wants to go with you? Yan Liu is looking for you, not me. You are picking up your High Priest, not me."
"You little stinky fish, can't you be reasonable? You're a deep-sea mermaid, all awesome, you can go days and nights without water. I'm a shallow-sea mermaid, a piece of trash, I'll die if I don't soak in water."
Quanjian had already run out the door with him, shouting, "If you die, you die, you die, I'll burn you! It's no big deal! Hurry up, is there any light? Let's light the way!"
Fu Huan, who said he wouldn't go with her and that he was going to die, actually conjured a ball of spiritual energy when he said he wanted to create a light to illuminate the path in the spring.
Quanjian pulled him along and they ran very fast. Before long, they could see the light of fireflies in the distance.
She was overjoyed and quickened her pace. When she got there, she saw her high priest lying in the center of the firefly's glow, his face rosy and his hair snow-white, as if he were asleep.
Inside the palace, some slept soundly, some made love, some got up in the middle of the night to put a baby bottle in a child's mouth, and some were woken up by knocking, revealing their bare chests, wearing silk trousers, with gloomy faces and cold eyes, a knife materializing in their hand, pointing directly at Yan Liu: "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, you come knocking on my door, are you looking for death?"
While yawning, Yanliu reached out and pushed the knife that Hunter had conjured with his mental energy aside: "Don't always resort to fighting and killing. I'm in a bad mood tonight and want to sleep with you. Let me stay for the night!"
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