"What the hell?" Yanliu lifted the spring stream, met her gaze, and stood face to face: "Little mermaid, what did you just say? Interracial love that doesn't care about gender?"
Faced with such beauty, beauty unlike anything she had ever seen before, Quanjian felt she no longer needed to straighten herself out of her distorted thoughts. The matter of being the heir to the throne seemed less important now.
Her eyes were fixed on Yanliu, and she tried her best to promote herself, like a peddler praising his own wares: "What I mean is, Yanliu, you're so beautiful, don't be so rigid about your gender. How about we have an interracial romance?"
"Look at me, I'm not ugly, I'm not short, I have a good figure, I can be cool, sweet, and cute, I have 10 million subjects, I've already inherited the throne, I have both money and power!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yanliu let go and slapped Quanjian on the forehead. "Little mermaid, it's more believable that such a tiny thing like you would be interested in your High Priest. But don't even think about me. I have no interest in either males or females!"
Quanjian was slapped on the forehead, but he was still infatuated with the beauty: "It doesn't matter if you're not interested. Interests can be cultivated. You'll develop them with time. As long as you give me a chance, leave the rest to me. I promise I won't let you lose. I'll love you like a precious jewel, and cherish you in the palm of my hand."
Mother, how could Yanliu grow up to be so beautiful?
Emerald green eyes, black hair. It's clearly the same face, but it's just so beautiful, so captivating, that you want to possess it.
Ahhh, it's not that she's lustful, it's not that she's lustful, it's just that everyone loves beauty, especially when the person in front of her is a super, super, super beautiful woman.
Who could not love her? Who could control their pounding heart? If her mother were still alive, she would definitely want to have a cross-ethnic relationship with her, regardless of gender!
Yan Liu clenched her fist and waved it in front of Quan Jian's eyes: "I'll give you a chance. Do you want me to punch you?"
Quanjian was a timid queen who was obsessed with beautiful women but also afraid of being beaten. When she saw Yanliu waving her fist at her, she immediately took two steps back to create distance between them: "I don't need the fist. You can reconsider. I'm actually quite good-looking."
"I have the sea, I have the throne, my parents are dead, I have no uncles, aunts, or uncles, and I have no distant relatives. Apart from the high priest, I am the one who calls the shots in my family, and no one can control me!"
Yan Liu condensed a ball of spiritual energy and hurled it at Quan Jian with a backhand: "Here you go!"
Quanjian let out a scream and jumped up and ran away, still not giving up, frequently looking back, "Beautiful Yanliu, please think about it, please think about me!"
Yanliu: "!!!!"
Did this little mermaid soak in water too much before and ruin her brain?
And he wants to have a gender-neutral interracial relationship with her?
A tree, a fish?
Oh no, this is a mermaid, a little mermaid!
Go back and tell the little golden dragon cub that she's raising the child so badly. Don't let her second offspring go astray. It would be a huge loss for her to lose a mount for nothing!
Until the spring and stream were no longer visible, Yanliu patted the non-existent dust off her hands, stepped into the courtyard where Cangying was, and walked through the courtyard until she reached the house where he lived.
The door was not closed; it was wide open. Yanliu reached out and knocked on the door.
Jiang Si had already overheard Yan Liu and Quan Jian's conversation. As soon as she knocked on the door, she beckoned to Yan Liu, "Yan Liu, come in quickly."
Yanliu obediently went inside. "What's wrong, Master?"
When Yanliu went in, she was backlit. Once inside, Jiang Si noticed the change in her and exclaimed, "Wow!" She whistled, "Baby, your emerald green eyes are so beautiful, and your long black hair is beautiful too! Oh, you're beautiful everywhere, baby!"
Her level has increased, her eyes have changed, her hair has changed, she truly lives up to her name, Yan Liu, she's absolutely amazing!
I can't wait until she reaches the highest level of mastery, where she can control the color in her eyes and the color in her hair anytime, anywhere. She'll change her color every day, and she'll definitely seduce a huge number of people!
Yan Liu smiled and said, "I am not as handsome as my master. My master is the most handsome."
How could her beauty compare to her master's?
Her master was the most handsome person she had ever seen; no one could compare!
Jiang Si laughed and said, "You have such a sweet tongue."
Yanliu: "I'm stating the facts."
Jiang Si smiled even more sweetly: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about who's ugly or beautiful. Look at Lord Cangying, he's injured, you should treat him."
He hadn't spoken since Yanliu came in, but his gaze was fixed on Cangying. When Yanliu looked at him, his eyes flashed, and he quickly lowered them, avoiding direct eye contact with her. His heart seemed to be pounding louder than ever before.
Yanliu always obeyed her master's orders unconditionally, without questioning the reason or the result. As long as her master said it, she would obey and reply, "Yes, master."
Jiang Si didn't sit in the nest where the dragon eggs were hatching, nor did she sit on the sofa. She just stood by the window, leaning against it, with her arms crossed over her chest, like a cold bystander.
Yanliu walked up to Cangying, stretched out her hand to him, acting as if nothing had happened, as if she wasn't the one who had broken ties with him in the Sichuan Basin. "Little golden dragon cub, you're injured. Let me see your hand!"
Cangying had already agreed to treat Jiang Si's body. Even if he regretted it now, what's said is said, and what's done is done. How could he not be a gentleman who would go back on his word?
Cangying slowly lifted his eyelids, avoiding Yanliu's gaze, and extended his right hand, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness Yanliu!"
Ginger shreds: "!!!!"
Why can't you look directly into Yanliu's eyes?
Why was I being so awkwardly polite to her family's Yanliu?
Could this be what Agares meant by "it is already known but not yet known"?
Jiang Si found it quite amusing that the little golden dragon cub was self-disciplined, obedient, and stubborn, confining himself to a narrow perspective and burying himself in a pit.
"No trouble at all!" Yanliu held his right hand with her left hand, placed her right hand on his pulse, sat down on the sofa next to him, crossed her legs, placed her left hand on her knee, and his right hand was in her hand. His body was stiff and his nerves were tense!
"Zombie virus!" Yan Liu took his pulse. Her emerald green eyes, which had been fixed on his wrist, turned to look at him with a serious and earnest expression, like an old man, after noticing something unusual in his pulse: "Your heart is troubled, your righteous energy is insufficient, and you are frightened. Little golden dragon cub, you need to relax!"
Ginger shreds: "!!!!"
Look, listen, and see!
A depressed mood, insufficient vital energy, palpitations; in plain terms, it means being burdened by worries, poor at communication, weak, tense, anxious, and taciturn!
To live a life like his is truly unprecedented and unparalleled.
Being stubborn is unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable. Life is about eating and drinking as you please, and not taking things to heart. Only then can you achieve longevity!
After Yanliu finished taking Cangying's right hand, she asked him to switch to his left hand.
The small green dragon egg that Cangying held in his left hand was stained with blood.
However, he had already agreed to Jiang Si's request, placing the egg in his right hand and taking it out with his left.
A left hand, stained with blood, appeared before Yan Liu.
Yan Liu raised an eyebrow and clicked her tongue inwardly. Dragon blood, what a waste. It would be so much better to give it to her. That little golden dragon cub really doesn't know the value of firewood and rice when he's not in charge of the household. He doesn't even care about his precious Yang treasure.
Cangying felt that his left hand, which was covered in blood, was too dirty, so he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, placed it on Yanliu's palm, and then placed his hand on hers through the handkerchief.
Ginger shreds: "!!!!"
It's true that you only care when you like someone. Even if you don't realize it yourself, you always have to be careful in your behavior, being extremely careful, for fear of offending her.
Sigh, her willow tree is just a piece of wood. She says if she doesn't like others, she won't like others. She says if she doesn't understand, she won't understand.
Cangying is a bit of a tragedy. She is destined to be a hunter, and hunting is a knife that will never bend, even if it breaks. She also has a little ginger egg that she is raising.
It's unknown whether he likes Yanliu now, and it will be too late by the time he finds out. Yanliu has been around for thousands of years since she became sentient.
How old is the little golden dragon cub? Three or five hundred years old. Compared to several thousand years old, three or five hundred years old is just a tiny thing, a passerby in life, a fleeting cloud before our eyes.
His palms were stained with blood, but his wrists were dry. Yan Liu placed her hand on his wrist, her eyes fixed on the blood on his palms. What a waste, what a waste!
After a moment, Yanliu withdrew her hand and looked at Cangying, saying, "The zombie virus in your body needs to be scraped off to remove the virus. Once you return to your original form, I will help you remove the virus."
Cangying placed her handkerchief on her lap, slowly gathering it into a tight grip. Her pale face was devoid of any color, making her appear as fragile as if a gust of wind could topple her over: "Can a human form heal me?"
Yanliu didn't insist, but she still made it clear to him: "It can be healed in human form, but it will be very painful. If you can tolerate the pain, then it's fine!"
The dragon's belly, horns, and tail can only be touched by one's parents or partner. Since he and Yanliu cannot be partners, he should not do anything that might cause misunderstanding.
Cangying said in a deep voice, "I choose human form for treatment!"
Yan Liu smiled and said, "Okay, go to bed and take off your clothes."
Cangying's fingertips trembled slightly. He replied with a "okay," stood up, and walked to Buling's nest under Jiang Si's gaze. He then placed the small, quail-sized green dragon egg into the nest!
Jiang Si's lips twitched. The second-laying egg was shameless and skinless, with a shell as hard as iron, just like the first-laying egg. It couldn't be broken by cannon fire or cut by knife. Cang Ying's careful placement made her feel that their incubation was too rough.
Little Green Dragon Egg: "..."
Auntie, take a good look. What does it mean to incubate eggs? What does it mean to raise eggs?
If they had been gentler with it, it wouldn't have ended up with such a cheap father!
Sigh, this poor egg is unloved by his father, unknown to his dad, uncared for by his aunt, and disliked by his uncle.
After Cangying put the little green dragon egg into the nest, he not only covered it with a fluffy cloth, but also stuffed a round red gem next to it.
The way he's acting isn't towards eggs, it's towards an ancestor.
Yanliu and her master exchanged a glance, finally understanding why this second-born egg liked the dragon blood, dragon energy, and dragon spirit.
After Cangying had done all this, he walked to the bedside, untied his long sash, removed his red waistband, took off his wide-sleeved black robe, and lay down on the bed with his upper body bare.
He was scratched on the stomach by a zombie. The wound on his stomach was torn open, the surrounding area was black, and the blood that oozed out was also black, with a faint stench of scarlet.
Jiang Si had a good vantage point, overlooking everything in the room. She could even see Cangying in the bedroom, especially when Cangying pulled back the bedroom curtains before lying down, making the view even clearer.
However, even though she could see clearly, when Yanliu entered the bedroom, she followed her to the door, but instead of going in, she leaned against the door, acting as a proper bystander.
Yanliu rolled up her sleeves, pressed her skirt down, and sat on the bed, reaching up to touch Cangying's stomach.
Whether it was due to the severity of his injuries or the excessive pressure from Yan Liu's hand on his stomach, scattered golden scales appeared on Cangying's bare upper body.
Unlike Agares, Cangying's physique wasn't all muscle, but he still had all the necessary muscle definition. In particular, the handprints on his stomach from the zombies' claw marks added a touch of cruelty and brokenness to his appearance, making it seem as if the aloof immortal had stepped on mud.
Yanliu looked at the scales sprouting from his body and reminded him, "Little golden dragon cub, I told you it hurts a lot. Are you sure you don't want to turn back into your original form?"
Before she even started, he was already sprouting scales. By the time she made her move, he would be completely covered in scales. What good would it do for her to treat him then?
"No need, I can endure it, let's begin!" Cangying lay on the bed, his snow-white hair covered with black sheets, glistening sweat on his forehead, and the veins on his clenched fists bulging out.
Ginger shreds: "!!!!"
Whether you're a human or a beast, you can't be too competitive.
Being too competitive is just making things difficult for yourself.
Our ancestors were right: it's rare to be confused, it's rare to be confused.
Whether you're happy or unhappy, each day is still a day.
Always blame others and rarely reflect on your own actions!
Yanliu thought he was being stubborn, so she wanted to teach him a lesson. She reached behind her head and, as she pulled her hand back, a willow branch appeared in her hand.
The willow branch was as thick as a finger. She used her spiritual power to split the branch in two, then sharpened and pointed it, turning it into a sharp little blade.
She held a small blade made from a willow branch and placed it on the wound on his lower abdomen, saying, "I'm starting now, don't cry out if it hurts."
Sweat trickled down Cangying's forehead: "Okay."
The blade that Yanliu carved from a willow branch carries her own plant-based spiritual power and offensive spiritual power. In addition, Yanliu wanted to make Cangying suffer a little so that he wouldn't be stubborn and would speak up if he was in pain. She manifested her true form to heal his body, and no one laughed at that.
She struck with exceptional force, wedging the willow branch blade into his wound and scraping it down to the very bottom of his torn flesh.
Cangying gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan. Instead of scattered scales shimmering on his body, his skin erupted with blindingly bright golden scales, covering his body in an attempt to conceal his wounds...
With a single stroke, Yan Liu scraped away all the rotten flesh, revealing fresh flesh and fresh blood. She pressed her hand against Cangying's lower abdomen, pressing down on his bleeding wound, "Little golden dragon cub, if it hurts, just tell me and I'll be gentler!"
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