After hearing Yanliu's words, Cangying's black, golden eyes narrowed, and golden scales shimmered on his neck. It was unclear whether he was shocked, angry, or simply weak.
Yanliu didn't want to guess, nor did she wish to. She nestled in the recliner, grabbed a prop blanket, covered herself with it, and, taking advantage of the blanket's cover, pinched her thigh hard, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
To Cangying, her muffled groan sounded like the pain in her legs and back—the aftereffects of him accidentally abusing her.
He clenched his fists on his lap, his rounded nails digging into his palms. He looked at Yanliu on the recliner; she lay there listlessly, as if her edges had been worn down, her eyes lifeless.
Cangying stood up, walked to the reclining chair beside Yanliu, and knelt down on one knee before her. His eyes flashed with self-reproach, regret, and apology: "I'm sorry, Your Highness Yanliu, I don't remember anything. I didn't know it would turn out like this..."
Yanliu lay on the recliner, her heart brimming with joy, but her voice was low, as if she had suffered a great injustice, behaving like a little woman, not at all like a queen: "You are a dragon, a fully grown male dragon, with two legs, encircling me with your big tail, your upper body is human, and your lower body is dragon. You have no sense of proportion, don't you know how fierce you are!"
"It's a good thing I'm a top-tier healer in the Abel Galaxy, a pure plant-based healer. If it weren't for my own strength and mental power, you probably wouldn't have seen me in person when you woke up that day, but rather my corpse!"
Cangying had never encountered such a direct and rude description or evaluation of him before, which made him both annoyed, flushed, and red-eared.
His aloofness and detached demeanor suddenly seemed to have turned ashen and grounded, making people even more eager to pull him down from the heavens and see if he would go crazy for someone, become hysterical for someone, and toss and turn all night, unable to sleep.
"I'm sorry!" The scales on Cangying's neck seemed to burst out uncontrollably. He gently pulled up his wide sleeves and reached out to Yanliu, "Even if I transform into my true form, I can't alleviate your pain, but my blood should make you feel better, I..."
"Oh!" Before he could finish speaking, Yanliu exclaimed "Oh!" and grabbed his wrist. She opened her mouth and bit down on the already healed wound on his wrist, where only a faint pink mark remained. She thought, "Why not drink the dragon blood that's been delivered to my door? Just drink it and be done with it."
Cangying asked her if she needed him, and he would cut his wrist and let her drink the blood. He never expected that she would grab his hand and bite him.
The moment her sharp teeth bit through his hand, the stinging pain, and the way she bit him, made Cangying stiffen, his back straightening abruptly.
As a willow tree, she belongs to Yin, while dragons are Yang. Whether male or female, they are all Yang creatures. Their blood is to her, a Yin creature, the rising sun in the midst of continuous rain, or the rain after a severe drought.
After drinking it, she felt warm all over, all her fatigue vanished, and she felt like she had inexhaustible energy. Not to mention there were still more than 100 million people, even if there were another 500 million, as long as she had enough time, she could easily sort out all their mental energy.
Deceiving this little dragon has indeed brought many benefits. He is not only a qualified tool dragon, but also a rich dragon, a naive and innocent one, and most importantly, a mobile blood bank.
She finally understood how that old codger Shu Xubai felt when he encountered a delicious meal and tried every means to keep it under his wing, so that he could see it, touch it, and eat it.
Yan Liu wanted to hide this little dragon in front of her and lock him in her space. Whenever she felt craving blood, she would take him out and drink a few mouthfuls of his blood. Just thinking about it made her feel wonderful.
Cangying lowered his eyes and suddenly met Yanliu's gaze. Her lips were moving and her throat was swallowing. She looked just like the legendary Vampire.
"Drink slowly, no need to rush!" Cangying's colorless lips parted slightly as she whispered, "I won't leave today. I'll stay here with you. You can drink as much as you want."
Yanliu: "!!!!"
Damn, he can stay silent.
His words made her feel embarrassed, as if he were bullying a child.
Never mind, what's there to be embarrassed about?
As the saying goes, those with thin skin won't get any food, while those with thick skin will eat their fill.
Anyway, she's not human, why should she care about saving face?
No, no, no! Being well-fed and watered is the most important thing.
Otherwise, it would be a terrible waste to drink the master's blood and gnaw on the master's flesh.
Yanliu didn't answer him, but continued to gulp down the blood. After about 15 minutes of drinking, she stopped sucking blood and swallowing, opened her mouth, rolled her eyes, and deliberately stuck out her tongue to lick Cangying's wound.
Cangying felt as if he had been electrocuted; his pupils constricted, his eyes widened, and he abruptly pulled his hand away, standing up abruptly. Like a startled rabbit, he took two steps back.
Yan Liu's eyes were like hooks as she stared at him. She stuck out her scarlet tongue and licked her blood-stained lips: "Why are you running away? I bit you and drank your blood, so naturally I have to help you treat your wound. Look how scared you are, as if I'm some heinous demon from hell."
Cangying hid his left hand, which bore wounds and teeth marks, behind his back, covering it with his wide sleeves. Avoiding Yanliu's gaze, his throat felt dry as he asked, "Are you feeling better now?"
Yan Liu paused for a moment, then lay down on the recliner, feeling even more weak after eating and drinking her fill: "I feel a little better, but the place you hurt and squeezed still hurts."
"My back and my legs hurt so much, they're so sore, but it's okay. I drank your blood and I feel much better now. I'll lie down for a bit longer, maybe I'll be fine by tomorrow."
Cangying's ears turned as red as if they were dripping blood, and her pale face looked like it was about to burst into flames, after being told by Yanliu's audacious and unrestrained words: "Okay, you rest for a bit, I'll be right back!"
"Oh!" Yanliu said "oh" again, pulled the small blanket, hugged it, and looked weak and pitiful, a perfect white lotus: "Then hurry back. When you are by my side and I see you, I really don't feel that much pain anymore."
Cangying paused in her steps, her voice slightly hoarse: "Alright!"
Hearing the footsteps, Yanliu turned her head slightly and saw Little Vinegar Dragon turn a corner and go to the restroom. Tsk tsk, the high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan is so easy to fool.
Yanliu turned her head back, glanced at the mountain scenery outside, turned on her vibrating personal terminal to cancel Bo Jichen's voice call, and sent him a message: "Out having fun, don't send text messages, don't use voice messages, don't make calls, don't make video calls."
Bo Jichen replied instantly: "My darling, how did you manage to trick so many black pearls and white pearls again!"
Yanliu typed back to him: "My master is right. If you see money and it benefits you, then we are your precious little darlings. If you don't see money, then we are just stinky Yanliu, stinky girls!"
Bo Jichen: "Nonsense, you and your master will always be my precious little darlings, second only to your Emperor brother, my beloved family."
"Tell me when you're coming back. I'll help you sell pearls, and you can just give me a small commission."
A black pearl as beautiful as this would cost at least tens of millions. In the past, when there weren't so many black pearls available on the market, an extremely round black pearl with a diameter of 20 to 25 mm could fetch hundreds of millions of yuan at auction.
Now that Yanliu's precious baby has received these two baskets again, he can go and sell them for her, smoke one or two layers, and then his darling will have even more money to boldly govern the country, right?
Yanliu replied, "You shouldn't be a blue dragon. You should switch places with your precious cub."
Bo Jichen: "Hehe, I'm not shady at all. In business, we believe in winning people over with virtue!"
Yanliu inwardly scorned him, "I really don't know how His Majesty, a man of such refined taste, gentle and kind nature, could fall for someone like you."
Bo Jichen was extremely shameless and 20% narcissistic: "My inner charm won him over, you little brats don't understand."
Yanliu: "As long as you swing the hammer well, there's no wall that can't be pried open. If you say one more word, I'll have my master erase His Majesty's memories and tell him that I'm his lover. Do you think you'll still have a chance?"
Bo Jichen: "Damn, this isn't something you can play around with."
"Come on, let's talk business, let's talk business."
Yan Liu sent a humming emoji, "You little brat, try to mess with me. I'm resting today and going to the treatment center tomorrow. If you can't wait until noon, have someone come and get it for you. If you can wait, I'll go back to the palace tonight and get it for you."
Bo Jichen responded to her suggestion by sending someone to fetch it: "You don't need to deliver it to the palace yourself. Just stay at Abel Manor. I'll have someone pick it up at noon."
Yanliu: "Okay!"
Bo Jichen: "Sending hearts!"
Yanliu: "Wait, I need to ask you something!"
Bo Jichen: "???"
Yanliu: "Never mind, it's alright, you can go now!"
Bo Jichen: "???"
Yan Liu closed the light, deciding not to ask or reply. She had just wanted to ask Bo Jichen about the dragon, but then she thought, why bother asking? It's just a tool dragon, why care so much? As long as he doesn't suddenly die, that's all that matters.
Cangying entered the restroom, closed the door, and then flashed into his own space, transforming into his true form and falling into the spring.
The icy water splashed out from his massive body, drenching the grass beside him. The golden dragon plunged into the spring, the sweltering heat on its body and ears washed away by the icy water, and streaks of blood seeped from the teeth marks on its left front claw.
"Is there anything bothering you that you can talk to me about?" Agares handed a glass of warm water to Jiang Si, lowered his voice, and asked her softly.
Jiang Si, who had been lost in distress and confusion, snapped out of her reverie and focused her gaze on Agares' handsome, well-defined face. She took the water from him, gulped it down, and then pounced on him.
Agares leaned back onto the soft carpet, wrapping his arms around her waist: "What's going on? My princess has started taking the initiative during the day?"
Jiang Si lay on top of him, cupped his face, and kissed him fiercely, biting his thin lips until they were almost raw.
After the kiss and the bite, Jiang Si's voice was soft and sweet with a hint of coquetry and a sharp edge: "What kind of initiative is this? You're the Imperial Marshal, can't you go back to your old serious self? I'm worried."
Agares lay on the ground looking at her: "I can see that my princess is troubled. I wonder if my princess could share her troubles with me?"
Jiang Si snuggled into his arms: "What's the point of sharing with you? I can't even solve this myself. If I share it with you, are you going to grab a knife or a gun? The key is, you can't handle it either."
The key is that he can't outmaneuver him either. Agares, who likes to nitpick and find flaws in words, seized the key point and put his arm around the person in his arms. "The person I can't handle even with a sword and a gun is my teacher, is Lord Shu Xubai!"
Jiang Si raised her head and looked at Agares with bright, dark eyes, then gave him a quick kiss: "Marshal Agares, you're so smart!"
Agares held her by the back of her neck, pulled her down, and returned her a kiss: "Thank you for the compliment, so it's Lord Shu Xubai's business."
"Let me think, let me guess. Actually, it's not about Lord Shu Xubai, but about the Fourth Civilization's Great Witch Jiufeng, which involves Shu Xubai!"
Jiang Si exclaimed "Ouch!" and kissed Agares again: "That's right, you're right, it's the chicks that involve Shu Xubai and Bo Jichen!"
Agares used the process of elimination to rule out his teacher, but then heard his own wife mention his teacher again. His deep, unfathomable eyes narrowed, and his deep voice deepened slightly: "The matter of Jiu Feng involves Lord Shu Xubai and your teacher. Do you mean that he knows that your teacher is his lost partner?"
Jiang Si cupped his face in her hands and said, "Marshal Agares is so clever, I want to kiss you again!"
Agares didn't let her kiss him, but instead kissed him on his own initiative: "Nine Phoenix returned from Earth in the Milky Way with Lord Shu Xubai. Her complexion is not as rosy as before, and she looks a bit thinner!"
"Is he ill, or is it because being with Lord Shu Xubai was too strenuous, causing him to lose weight and become less energetic, or is there something else?"
Agares guessed everything correctly, and his analysis was entirely accurate.
Jiang Si didn't hide anything and told Agares what Hu Xian had told her. Afterwards, she asked him, "Aren't charlatans really annoying?"
Agares nodded: "Yes, they can foresee the past and the future, see through a person's fate and a nation's destiny, and stand on high steps, looking down on everyone."
"However, this matter is indeed thorny. Given the teacher's personality, the reason he has backed down so much is simply because he doesn't want to cause any further trouble and implicate His Majesty."
"If Lord Jiufeng were to beg the teacher for help regarding his life or death, asking the teacher to extend his life, given the teacher's hatred for him, the teacher would only let him die, not extend his life."
Even if he poses no threat to him anymore, he still can't tolerate him.
Jiang Si sighed deeply: "So this is a dead end once it happens. You said both sides are my flesh and blood, so who should I help?"
Agares ruffled her hair: "You don't need anyone's help. Once Jiufeng finds his teacher, even if the teacher dies, he won't extend his life. There's no room for discussion on this."
Jiang Si was puzzled: "Why are you so sure?"
Agares sat up, cupped Jiang Si's bottom in his large hand, and pulled her onto his lap: "Why am I so sure? Do you remember when I told you that dragons have inherited memories?"
Jiang Si nodded: "I remember, Jiang Dandan seems to have some too."
Agares nodded: "Yes, Jiang Dandan also has it. The memory of the inheritance belonging to the teacher should belong to another one who once fell in love with the Phoenix Clan, was deceived and manipulated by them, and killed the blood-drinking and flesh-eating sub-female dragon."
"The teacher must have had this memory while he was still in the eggshell, so no matter how Jiufeng incubated him or how she nurtured him with love, she would not make him fall in love with him. Instead, she would make him hate and despise him, and even before he hatched, he would be thinking about how to run away, how to escape, how to get away from him, and how to take revenge!"
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