Ling Hong, naked and with a comically bruised and swollen face, stared wide-eyed: "10 liters of blood, what do you take me for, you stinky zombie?"
One end of a cigarette was in his wrist, and the other end was in a large bottle. Blood flowed down the cigarette and into the large bottle, a deep crimson color like human blood.
Jiang Si, like a heartless devil, raised an eyebrow and curled her lips into a cold, arrogant smile. She reached out and touched his chest: "I will treat you as whatever you want me to treat you. 10L of blood is not much for an old tree spirit like you who has lived for more than 2,000 years. You have to trust your own body."
Ling Hong was completely suppressed by Jiang Si's powerful mental force. Apart from being able to open her mouth and move her eyes, she couldn't move anything else.
Moreover, there was that stinky snake surrounding him. The companion spirits had skinned and sawed off him, causing only superficial wounds, but the stinky snake coiled around him. Its scales were so thick that they directly scratched his body, leaving it covered in blood.
And that egg on the stinky snake's head, that egg of who-knows-what, it was so black it was reflecting light.
It exerted a powerful pressure on his mental strength, almost suffocating him.
Now, the person the Spirit Eye has been waiting for for over 3000 years is having his blood drawn, 10 liters at a time. Does he really think his blood is free? Is he so strong, powerful, and immortal?
"You stinking zombie, don't go too far!" Ling Hong gritted her teeth and said, "Even if you drain all my blood, you still won't get 10 liters!"
Jiang Si flicked her fingers that had touched his chest, looking utterly disgusted: "Whether you can get it or not, you'll only know after you try. Ling Hong, let me formally introduce myself to you today. My name is Jiang Si, the place you are on now is my ship, and the tree you are angry at is my tree."
“Aying is the companion spirit of my tree. You can only take a spot on my land because of my tree.”
"But if you dare to do those stupid things you did today again on my turf, I'll show you that a tree can be torn off like chicken strips."
After Jiang Si finished speaking, she didn't forget to tear off a piece of bloody flesh from his bruised and swollen face and wave it in front of Ling Hong's eyes.
The tree that has transformed into human form will feel pain if any part of its bark is broken or injured, let alone if a piece is torn off its face.
Ling Hong's eyes reddened with pain, filled with a fierce killing intent as she glared at Jiang Si: "You madwoman, does Lingyan know how crazy you are?"
"You probably don't know. Well, if he knew you were this crazy, he wouldn't have waited for you for over 3,000 years. He wouldn't have believed he could wait for you. He would have stayed far away from you and acted as if he didn't know you."
Jiang Si threw the bloody piece of flesh she had torn off, which hadn't yet turned into tree pieces, at her feet, then stepped on it, trampling and crushing it: "Little darling, you're really hopeless. It's alright, you'll never see what Lingyan and I were like before."
She's a madwoman, bloodthirsty and insane. She kills without hesitation, hacking zombies down like they're nothing, but so what? What's shameful about it? What's there to be ashamed of?
That was her life, her experience, the means by which she survived. She didn't think she was crazy at all, and Lingyan certainly didn't think she was crazy.
No, she's a madwoman. Even the Spirit Eye would think she's the most beautiful, the most powerful, and the madwoman he's most willing to wait for.
She doesn't need anyone's approval, much less the approval of a branch tree.
"I don't need to see it, and I don't care to see it." Ling Hong was like a dead duck, her whole body a rotten mess, only her mouth remained: "If you have the guts, let me go. Don't suppress me with your mental power. Let's fight one-on-one. I don't believe it..."
"Clap clap clap!"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Si interrupted him by slapping his face repeatedly, her arrogance unbearable. "Little darling, if it weren't for the Spirit Eye keeping you here, if your blood weren't still useful, do you think you'd have the right to speak to me here?"
"So, villains die from talking too much. If you don't want to die young, shut up. If I hear you say another word, little darling, I'll shatter your spirit and make you unable to become a tree or a human."
Ling Hong remained stubborn, unyielding even when threatened with a knife: "I don't believe it..."
When Jiang Si heard him say "I don't believe it," she moved the hand that was slapping his face away and was about to attack him. Before her hand even arrived, a suffocating and terrifying mental pressure hit her first.
Ling Hong immediately changed her mind: "Wait, wait, wait, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked you, I'll shut up, I'll shut up..."
"Slap!" Jiang Si's raised hand couldn't possibly miss; it landed a resounding slap on his face. The slap was so large and the mental force so powerful that it turned Ling Hong into a tree trunk with its bark peeled off.
Ling Hong lost a tooth and half of his face was swollen. He wanted to turn into a tree, but the powerful mental pressure prevented him from doing so, and he could only maintain his naked human form.
The enormous black snake Lingxi coiled behind Jiang Si and nudged her with its head.
Jiang Si turned around and saw Lingxi using its huge snake body to make room for her to sit.
Jiang Si didn't stand on ceremony. She took a step back, sat on Ling Xi's lap, crossed her legs, and looked at Ling Hong coldly like a queen.
Ling Hong dared not speak or provoke her. She could only glare at her with her eyes to express her dissatisfaction and annoyance.
It took half an hour to fill the 10L bottle with blood. Jiang Si coldly glanced at Ling Hong for half an hour, her hand resting on Ling Xi's body.
Ling Hong was somewhat intimidated by her sharp gaze, powerful aura, and unshakeable spiritual strength. Her words were no longer as arrogant as before, and she spoke in a flattering manner, as if she knew that it was wise to be pragmatic: "Master, I know I was wrong. Please don't use your spiritual strength to suppress me."
"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for Lingyan, and I won't cause trouble for Aying either. I'm treating his mental and physical health to make him stronger and prevent him from dying."
“Master, believe me, I really didn’t mean any harm. I was just jealous that the Spirit Eye had a companion spirit, a master, and a reason to turn into a tree and stand as a tree.”
Jiang Si braced herself against Lingxi's hard scales, stood up, and blinked lightly: "Little darling, what you're saying is something your ancestor has already done before."
Ling Hong's pupils constricted.
Jiang Si curled her lips into a sarcastic smile: "Trying to fool me into thinking you're a good thing with what I've already played with, little darling. To me, the laws of the world are all bullshit."
"In my world, I am the law. In my world, it doesn't matter whether you are a heinous villain or a world-destroying sinner."
"The important thing is that, whether you are good to me or not, even if you are a heinous villain, a world-destroying sinner, I will remember your kindness and be willing to stand against the world for you."
"Someone like you, thinking you can soften my heart and make me think you're a good person with just a few words, do you think you deserve it?"
Ling Hong's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "Unworthy!"
Hearing his words, Jiang Si's sarcasm deepened. She bent down, scooped up the bottle filled with blood, and put it into her space. She said to Ling Xi, "Use his human form to grind your scales!"
Lingxi flicked her tongue and licked Jiang Si's hand.
Jiang Si turned and left.
Lingxi's enormous, writhing body moved toward Linghong.
Ling Hong's eyes widened, her voice shrill: "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
“It’s almost there, it’s almost there, Lingxi, go and grind him to death.” Other companion spirits had already woken up while Jiang Si was fighting Ling Hong, but they hadn’t spoken and had been secretly watching. After she left, they finally spoke up: “Lingxi, use your hard and sharp scales to grind him to death.”
"Yes, yes, Lingxi, think about how he treated us before. He stopped us from finding you some food. He was so mean."
“Lingxi, he once cut off a small piece of my wing. Hurry up and scrape off the flesh for him, so he knows that offending us will be punished sooner or later.”
Ling Hong: "!!!!"
Damn it, who did he offend? Who did he provoke?
He remembered these companion spirits that looked like ugly monsters.
A gentleman takes his revenge even after 10 years, let alone a tree that can live to be ten thousand years old.
He didn't believe he couldn't outlast these companion spirits. He would deal with them one by one once he gained his freedom and replaced the Spirit Eye with A-Ying.
Ignoring the wishes of its companions, Lingxi spiraled upwards from Linghong's feet, deliberately shrinking its body and wrapping Linghong in thin, airtight strips, leaving only its eyes exposed.
Ling Hong: "!!!!"
Damn it, that stinky snake, sooner or later I'll skin it alive, pull out its tendons, and rip out its gallbladder to make up for my own eyes.
Jiang Si left the plant pod, her belly bulging more than five months along. She placed Yan Liu on the ground, sat down, took out the 10L bottle of fresh blood, and divided it into two bottles.
She poured out a cup of blood, brought it to her lips, and took a small sip. The blood of a tree did not contain a strong plant-based spiritual power; it only contained a bloody and malevolent aura.
That bastard Ling Hong has consumed no fewer than 100,000 lives over the past 2,000 years, drinking blood, eating flesh, and killing animals.
Because he had so much life, his blood tasted so awful. Jiang Si drank the cup of water in her hand in one gulp, cut her wrist, and let her blood mingle with Ling Hong's blood.
Ah Ying clung to his tree, unable to sleep even with his eyes closed. He feared that when he woke up, his tree would be gone, and his tree would tell him that it had given him to Ling Hong.
Ah Ying opened her eyes, and by the light of the starry sky and the vast ocean outside, she gazed at the spiritual eye that had transformed into its true form. Its trunk had already turned a jade-like green.
Ah Ying touched the tree trunk, as if tracing its features, and murmured to herself with a sense of grievance: "Spirit Eye, I am your companion spirit, I am your companion spirit. I don't want any other trees, I only want you."
"I said I was willing to die with you, and I have no attachment to this world. I was not joking with you. Every word I said was serious!"
"Don't give me to other trees. No tree understands me better than you, no tree is better than you, okay? Okay? If you don't say anything, I think you've agreed to me."
Ah Ying drew ever closer to the Spirit Eye, tears streaming from her eyes falling onto its trunk. Her distressed and aggrieved expression resembled that of a small, abandoned animal.
"Jiang Jiang, eat something." Agares silently squatted down beside Jiang Si, holding a box of food and carefully handed it to her: "Spirit Eye, I don't want to see you feeding him without him eating or drinking."
Jiang Si didn't feel hungry at all; perhaps all her thoughts were on Ling Yan, and she was single-mindedly focused on how to save him.
Jiang Si poured a cup of her blood into the bottle and mixed it with Ling Hong's blood. Her gaze fell on the lunchbox in front of her, which contained shrimp, fish, beef, chicken, and green vegetables.
Looking at the exquisitely arranged food, her eyes reddened and moistened, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "Agares, I didn't know he was waiting for me, waiting for me for more than 3,000 years."
“More than 3,000 years, that’s more than 3,000 reincarnations for a human. I can’t think of a way to save him. Grafting won’t work. The ginkgo tree I’ve cultivated is not him, and neither is Ling Hong.”
“He is my spiritual eye, he is my tree, he is the only place I can hide when I am being bled, dissected, and experimented on by many people, and when the pain is unbearable.”
Agares' heart clenched. He quickly put down the lunchbox in his hand, straightened his body, and reached out to hug his strong yet fragile little wife: "I know, I know he is very important to you. I promise you, I will do everything I can to keep him from dying, okay?"
Jiang Si avoided his embrace, her eyes red as she gave a bitter smile: "Agares, I haven't been able to think of a solution yet, and you certainly can't either."
"It's easy to agree, easy to believe, but hard to do. Just like... I keep you by my side not because I'm soft-hearted, not because I still have feelings for you, but because of the child, because of myself. I don't want to die."
Agares' outstretched hand paused, hanging in mid-air. Regret and remorse were like two sharp blades, relentlessly stabbing and slicing at him, making him wish he could turn back time and wake up from his past foolishness.
He had long known that his young wife lacked a sense of security, but because of her strength, he arrogantly assumed that she would not get hurt.
He should stand by her side, not be her enemy, and he certainly shouldn't suggest sending her to the lab or their child to the lab.
Jiang Si looked at Agares with red eyes: "Agares, if you can, I hope you can condense 100 spirit energy balls for me, or if you feel bad about it, condense 1000 for me!"
She didn't want Lingyan to die. She'd use Linghong's blood now; if that didn't work, she'd go to the Fourth Civilization to find Shu Xubai and use his precious child. If that still didn't work…
Agares knew why his little wife wanted his psychic orb. He slowly clenched his fingers into a fist and looked at her pleadingly: "Jiang Jiang, I don't want the child. I won't fight you for the child. Just let me stay by your side until the child is born and you've settled down on Earth in the Milky Way. Then I'll leave, okay?"
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