But the frenzy in his body had not yet passed, he had only temporarily recovered some of his consciousness.
The low sobs sounded extremely sad, and hot tears fell on her wrists, but he couldn't control himself at all and just wanted to get more.
Shen Qianyue was stunned.
She called out, "Your Majesty?"
Ran Feng Junye suddenly grabbed her waist and rushed into the broken hall of the cold palace with his men at an extremely fast speed.
Her back slammed hard against the stone wall.
Shen Qianyue was a little confused: “Xiao Ba, hasn’t he regained his consciousness?”
Why does it look like...
"My Lord, do you still remember what path you practiced before?"
Shen Qianyue's mind was blank for a moment. What kind of Taoism was she practicing?
Hehuan Dao? !
The marks on his body turned dark red and black. Feng Junye suddenly lowered his head and bit Shen Qianyue's shoulder hard.
A burning pain came over her and she shivered for a moment.
Accompanied by the sound of clothes being torn, he showed almost no gentleness and relied solely on his beastly instincts.
Shen Qianyue could tell from his intermittent sobs that he was calling her name.
Perhaps he also wanted to stop his actions, but he just couldn't control his body.
His black hair was loose, covering his face, leaving only his still red eyes exposed.
The hot palm touched her skin, so hot that it seemed to melt her.
So hot...
"Yue'er, I'm sorry..."
He spoke intermittently, and the branches under the pressure of the wind and rain kept shaking, as if even the branches were about to break.
The rain meandered down the window sill.
He hugged Shen Qianyue tightly, and his clothes were already torn into pieces.
"Yue'er, don't abandon me. You are the only one I have."
Only Shen Qianyue was left by his side.
Both his mother and his brother were merely executioners.
A great sorrow surged in his heart, and his voice was so fragile, as if there was an unbridgeable gap between him and all the friendships in the world.
It was as if there was a broken and fragile body hidden under this skin.
Shen Qianyue endured his indescribable and extremely painful emotions, and her hands gradually caressed his back.
Then I heard him say, "I don't want this to happen. I'm sorry, but I can't control myself..."
He sobbed softly, his words filled with endless fragility and fear.
It seemed as if he was afraid that this would cause her disgust and fear.
She gently stroked his back and took a deep breath.
it hurts!
"I will not leave Your Majesty. I know Your Majesty is merely ill. I am willing to do so. I have never disliked Your Majesty in the slightest."
She always seems to be like this, no matter who she is with.
Even though he is a high and mighty emperor, there are only endless calculations behind him.
So what if he is a descendant of a noble family? Even if he has countless wealth and splendor, it will consume his future destiny.
He is not born bad, he just has always lived in the calculations of others.
The thread of fate never inexplicably sewed them together.
All the opportunities were just to make her appear under reasonable circumstances.
She was like a ray of light, gently shining into his heart.
The lines disappeared, and the temperature of his body quickly returned to normal, but Shen Qianyue had lost too much blood and was forcibly bearing his essence.
When Shen Qianyue woke up, it was already noon the next day.
The hall was filled with the aroma of agarwood.
There was a faint sound of knocking wooden fish. She was drowsy and seemed to be unable to make sense of the situation.
"woke up?"
The clear voice fell.
It’s Jingtan.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his cold and handsome face was covered with frost.
She stood up with her weak and sore body, and the wound on her wrist had healed automatically.
"Why is the mage in my bedroom?"
Shen Qianyue stared at him. He was sitting in front of the window. The sound of the wooden fish had stopped. After a whole night of rain, the sky was still gloomy today.
Water was dripping sparsely from the eaves. The palace servants walking back and forth lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak. For a moment, there was an unusual silence.
"His Majesty said that Your Majesty was overworked last night, so he asked me to come and pray for Your Majesty and chant sutras so that You can recover quickly."
"Oh, thank you for your help."
She had just stood up, and her clothes were a little loose. As she walked, the belt around her waist fell off.
The snow-white skin was exposed to the air, revealing the glaring marks of last night's abuse.
For a moment, a dark and sinister light appeared in Master Jingtan's eyes.
Shen Qianyue frowned, quickly gathered her clothes, and put on another coat.
In front of the Holy Buddha, she would naturally put away that expression.
But she didn't know that she didn't need to do anything at all. She just needed to appear in front of him and stand there quietly. Even if there was no wind, ripples would appear on the water in the pond.
She went to the Buddhist temple in the Cining Palace to copy scriptures again today. Xiao Ba still created a puppet for her, and he entered the spiritual space.
At this moment, a virtual image has appeared in front of Xiao Ba.
"My Lord, Xiaoba has detected that the toxins in Tyrant's body have been completely eliminated. From today on, my Lord, you can take the pregnancy pills!"
Xiao Ba was very happy, as this meant that their mission this time was about to end.
As long as the Lord successfully conceives Feng Junye's child, gives birth to it, and then seizes the Tyrant's luck value, he can enter the next plane.
The virtual image can very intuitively observe Feng Junye's current physical condition. Shen Qianyue looked at the puppet outside.
Suddenly an idea came to my mind.
"Xiao Ba, besides copying scriptures, what else can puppets do?"
Xiao Ba thought about it seriously, and suddenly a light flashed in his head.
"Got it! If the Lord can feed the puppet with his essence and blood, the puppet will inherit everything from the Lord, including your behavior, thoughts, and personality. It will be completely genuine."
"So, you can create another me?"
Xiao Ba nodded: "That's what I mean, my Lord!"
"And the puppet is a 100% perfect replica of you, Lord. You can also call her your clone, and your memories can be shared with her."
In other words, the so-called puppet is just Shen Qianyue who was created again in another world.
"Every action of the puppet is closely related to the Lord. She is you, and you are her, without distinction."
Xiao Ba said, and suddenly asked: "My Lord, why are you asking this? Are you planning to use a puppet to give birth to your child?"
Shen Qianyue’s face darkened: “When did this master say such a thing?”
"I just thought she would be of some use."
In this way, Xiao Ba felt relieved.
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