Chapter Fifty-Eight
"Where is this?" Mo Yinghuo gazed at the setting sun, where the grass sprouted and stretched to the horizon, wildflowers bloomed everywhere, a magnificent scene of vast sky and boundless wilderness.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, riding a fine horse. Mo Yinghuo stared in astonishment as the figure drew closer. In an instant, a figure appeared, dressed in black robes, carrying a black sword, with black hair tied high. The rare widow's peak and bronze skin blended together perfectly in the surrounding landscape. What an extremely handsome and elegant man, yet with a touch of wildness.
Mo Yinghuo was stunned. Sure enough, it was Zhao Shu.
"Where is he going?" Mo Yinghuo wondered to himself.
In a short while, Mo Yinghuo discovered a tribe of northern barbarians, with dozens of huge tents set up in the wilderness, and horses and sheep scattered around.
"This is where the Northern Barbarians are encamped, this is the Northern Frontier," Mo Yinghuo thought in surprise. Suddenly, her body stiffened abruptly, and those earth-red boots, like two bloodstained knives, unexpectedly pierced into Mo Yinghuo's eyes. She coldly gripped the Broken Frost at her waist, walked past all the Northern Barbarians who ignored her, and came to Hunxie King's side.
Hunxie King, who was embracing a northern barbarian woman, turned his head to look at Mo Yinghuo, suddenly kissed the woman hard, and said with a sinister smile, "Uroland, what do you think of the Great Xia princess?"
Uroland chuckled, "You mean that Great Xia princess you've been toying with since she was a child?"
Hunxie King looked up at the eerily red setting sun on the horizon, clicked his tongue, and said, "It's really strange. I don't know why, but the gods who always appeared in my dreams have suddenly disappeared. In the past, I relied on their guidance to defeat other tribes many times and occupy better grasslands."
Uroland: "You mean, them."
Hunxie Wang nodded. "When they first appeared, I didn't believe it. I only believed it after I kept dreaming about them. But they are too strange, no, or rather, too unbelievable."
Uroland poured Hunxie King a full cup of wine, saying, "How utterly unbelievable!"
Hunxie Wang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. "That person said they were stone statues that fell here."
Uroland: "Where is this? And who is that person?"
Hunxie King: "I don't know either. When I met that person, he was already too old. He only taught me how to use that thing called a wormhole, and then told me to intimidate the Great Xia Princess. However, he also instructed me not to kill her. That person said that she would live, so she had to live, otherwise those who changed everything would be caught up in the retribution. However, we had to weaken that person's mind, prevent her from ascending the throne, and make her powerless."
Uroland: "Then why didn't the King go in the end?"
Hunxie King: "I don't know. It seems they sensed an even stronger power and became afraid, so they hid themselves. Uroland, do you know that very, very old man is my younger brother, Hunxie King?"
Uroland covered his mouth. "But, that's not right. The King is strong and healthy."
Hunxie Wang gripped Wuluolan's shoulders tightly, gritting his teeth as he said, "I don't know either, but I do know he was my brother. You know about the mark on his body and some things he knew? He said he spent sixty or seventy years with those stone statues and only got this little bit of information. It's such a pity. Hunxie Dan was a wolf on the grassland who wasn't afraid of death. When he died in my arms, he wasn't afraid at all. He just said with tears in his eyes that if he could live another sixty or seventy years, he could help me conquer the entire grassland."
Uroland called softly, "Hunxie Dan, the greatest wolf of the grassland. The brightest stars in the sky cannot compare to those eyes in the deep night, so captivating."
Mo Yinghuo stood quietly to the side, watching Hunxie King and the dozen or so Northern Barbarians below who were drinking enthusiastically.
It was them, shuttling between the Great Xia and the Northern Wilderness. It turns out that all of this was a conspiracy by the Stone Spirit Kingdom. What exactly are they afraid of about me? What are my abilities? They shouldn't be afraid of the Nightfall Star People, but of Zhao Shu.
As the last rays of the setting sun fade away, the stars will soon appear in the sky.
Mo Yinghuo followed Hunxie King and several of his men into the tent. Suddenly, a figure stood at the front of the tent. Mo Yinghuo was startled; she recognized that figure all too well.
"Who goes there?" Hunxie Wang and the others drew their sabers.
Zhao Shu slowly turned around, glanced coldly at Hunxie Wang, and asked indifferently, "You are Hunxie Wang." It was a question, but nothing more than a statement.
In an instant, the Xuan Blade was drawn, a chilling, pitch-black blade of light, carrying a predatory aura, streaked across the night like a meteor, swiftly severing the sabers in everyone's hands. In a flash, as the weapons clashed, the Xuan Blade calmly and steadily rested against the neck of the Hunxie King.
Looking at his fallen brothers, Hunxie Wang gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you? What grudge do you hold against me, Hunxie Wang?"
“Play, mess with.” Zhao Shu said slowly, with suppressed anger. “Is it fun? Then I’ll keep you company.”
The wormhole appeared before Mo Yinghuo and Hunxie Wang.
Hunxie Wang looked at Zhao Shu in horror.
...
Suddenly, Mo Yinghuo choked on a mouthful of water. She stood up abruptly, completely soaked. Looking down, she saw Zhao Shu, who had been holding her hand tightly, was also soaked. His clothes clung to her, and Mo Yinghuo couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. His strong, muscular physique and long, water-drenched eyelashes gave him a different kind of charm compared to when they were galloping across the grasslands.
Mo Yinghuo looked around, shivered, and laughed, "Zhao Shu, what brings you to Yueqing Pond?"
Zhao Shu: "Let's go up first."
Mo Yinghuo remained motionless and asked softly, "Zhao Shu, you just said you needed to calm down, did you mean..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shu pulled her over and gently pushed her onto the pool with both hands around Mo Yinghuo's waist.
“The water is cold; you’ll easily catch a cold,” Zhao Shu said, turning to the side.
Mo Yinghuo: "Then, warm me up."
Zhao Shu kept his head down the whole time.
Mo Yinghuo cautiously walked over and stopped a step away, pondering, "Zhao Shu, don't suppress yourself." If it was just a guess before, now that he was soaked to the bone and his thin clothes could barely cover his well-proportioned and slender figure, Zhao Shu's embarrassing blushing was obvious, and Mo Yinghuo understood it all too well.
These past few days, he had been suppressing his impulses. Mo Yinghuo vaguely guessed something; Zhao Shu didn't know how to release the desires he had aroused.
How many days has it been!
Mo Yinghuo couldn't help but sigh inwardly; this person's composure was truly beyond their comprehension.
Suddenly, Zhao Shu pulled Mo Yinghuo into his arms, and a long, passionate kiss ensued, making their two soaking wet bodies even more entangled in a state of blissful intoxication.
Zhao Shu kissed him passionately, while Mo Yinghuo occasionally stole breaths. Having learned from his previous experience, he had clearly mastered how to steal breaths this time. However, Zhao Shu's body was burning hot, but he was completely unaware of it.
Mo Yinghuo felt weak all over, but Zhao Shu continued to kiss her forcefully, as if venting his anger. She curled up slightly, occasionally touching Zhao Shu intentionally or unintentionally, but each time she touched him, Zhao Shu would entangle her tongue even more forcefully, and that was all.
"Mmm..." Mo Yinghuo let out a soft moan, then secretly took a breath. Her two red lips were already numb and trembling from Zhao Shu's kisses, but Zhao Shu showed no sign of stopping. What made her even more flustered did not alleviate Zhao Shu's anxiety at all. Although they were separated by clothes, Mo Yinghuo could clearly feel the constant contact.
"This can't go on..." Mo Yinghuo thought bitterly. But after listening to Sister Zhao Shu's words, she dared not do anything else for fear of doing something offensive or inappropriate again.
Mo Yinghuo could only lay his hands on the ground, his hands limp, with only his fingers slightly curled.
Suddenly, Zhao Shu stopped, sat down on the ground, and gasped for breath. Taking advantage of this moment, fearing another attack, Mo Yinghuo braced himself with one hand on the ground and the other on his chest, breathing heavily and taking several deep breaths.
Zhao Shu said in a low voice, "Huo'er, you just said you'd do anything I asked you to do, help me with anything, does that still stand?"
Mo Yinghuo was stunned for a moment before replying, "Of course, it counts."
Zhao Shu raised his head, his gaze as dark as a deep abyss staring directly at the woman before him. "If I do anything to you, will you allow it?"
"Of course, you're welcome."
As soon as Mo Ying finished speaking, her waist was suddenly pulled up forcefully, and she was plunged deep into the clear pool once again...
The next day, early morning.
Granny Shen knocked on Mo Yinghuo's door, and Zhu Chunhua stood obediently behind her, holding a food tray.
"Lord Zhao, as you instructed, I have prepared some nourishing and gentle dishes," said Granny Shen respectfully.
Zhao Shu bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Granny. I'll take it in."
Granny Shen: "Why isn't His Highness having breakfast?"
Zhao Shu: "She wasn't feeling well."
"Is your body chilled again?" Granny Shen asked anxiously.
Zhao Shu said calmly, "It's nothing. I just ate something bad recently, so don't worry, Granny."
Mo Yinghuo lay on the bed, her black hair half-tied up. When she saw Zhao Shu walk in, she looked up and said with a smile, "Lord Zhao, I must have had an upset stomach last night."
Zhao Shu leisurely placed the food tray on the table, walked to Mo Yinghuo's side, sat down beside the bed, and asked softly, "How is it?"
Mo Yinghuo's cheeks flushed slightly. "It's alright, Lord Zhao, won't you finish your diagnosis?"
Zhao Shu sighed, "It seems you still have the strength."
Mo Yinghuo said urgently, "No, no, no, I need to rest for a month." She was really scared; the people of Yelan Star were either unapproachable or deadly.
Zhao Shu chuckled softly and asked, "Is there anything that's bothering you?"
Mo Yinghuo: "I feel uncomfortable everywhere."
Zhao Shu: "Okay, let me rub it for you."
Mo Yinghuo smiled, rested her chin on her crossed arms, closed her eyes, and looked on with obvious enjoyment, occasionally letting out a few ticklish "hmm" sounds.
Zhao Shu frowned slightly.
"Zhao Shu, you said last night that you had already restrained yourself."
"Um."
Mo Yinghuo gasped.
"It won't happen again," Zhao Shu said while gently massaging the area.
Mo Yinghuo finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."
Zhao Shu suddenly stopped what he was doing, lowered his eyes, and his hair covered half of his face, making it impossible to see what change in his expression. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "You... don't you like it?"
Seeing his expression, Mo Yinghuo was relieved to know that the Nightfall Star People had extremely keen senses, so they knew very little about matters of the bedchamber; otherwise, she would have thought she had said something wrong.
Mo Yinghuo propped herself up and sat down, smiling, "No, I like it, I really like it..." Before she could finish speaking, Mo Yinghuo felt a chill that penetrated deep into her bones and blood, piercing her body and mind, and spreading throughout her entire body in an instant. She immediately curled up into a ball, her teeth chattering, her already fair face now even more bloodless, cold sweat seeping out, and in a short while, her whole body was soaked in sweat.
The Bloodthirsty Gu flared up again, each time more intense than the last. Mo Yinghuo knew all too well the chilling sensation; it was the same feeling when the scorpion pierced her waist.
"Huo'er, no!" Zhao Shu suddenly grabbed Mo Yinghuo's hand tightly.
Mo Yinghuo had already bitten his own arm, his lips and teeth stained with blood, and he trembled as he managed to utter a single word, "Cold."
Zhao Shu immediately pulled up the bedding and covered Mo Yinghuo with it. A moment later, he immediately pulled off the bedding and unbuttoned Mo Yinghuo's shirt. What came into view was more than twenty uneven and deep scars and marks on his back.
A moment later, Zhao Shu picked up the Chang Geng from the bedside table and gently pried open a small opening in the bright red scar on her back. Then, Zhao Shu cut open his own palm, and blood slowly dripped onto the wound.
After a long while, Mo Yinghuo asked softly, "Zhao Shu, what you just did..."
Zhao Shu took a handkerchief from his sleeve and used it to bandage the wound on his hand. Seeing that Mo Yinghuo was unharmed, his expression returned to normal. "It's a Bloodthirsty Gu, isn't it?"
Mo Yinghuo was taken aback, thinking that he really knew everything about her. She forced a smile and replied, "You know everything."
Zhao Shu: "Was this always the case when you had an attack?"
Mo Yinghuo suppressed her smile, lowered her head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mm."
Zhao Shu watched quietly, his eyes filled with reluctance.
"Zhao Shu, do you think I'm a monster?" Mo Yinghuo suddenly laughed, but kept his head down.
Zhao Shu was taken aback, clearly not expecting Mo Yinghuo to ask such a question, and asked in a calm voice, "Why do I feel that way?"
Mo Yinghuo raised his eyes, looking at the person in front of him who once again appeared calm and composed, and pondered, "Zhao Shu, why is your blood..."
Zhao Shu: "I was also infected with the Bloodthirsty Gu, but I've already been cured."
Mo Yinghuo stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide. "How could you do this? But who did it?"
Zhao Shu said calmly, "Me."
"ah!"
"This is the only way to cure the Bloodlust Gu."
"..."
“Your bodies can’t take it, but I can. Then, I’ll use my blood and…” Zhao Shu suddenly stopped, his eyes lowered, the tips of his ears slightly red, “to help you get better.”
Mo Yinghuo sat up abruptly, his pupils dilating and then shrinking. "Then how did you solve it!"
Zhao Shu remained silent.
Mo Yinghuo buried his head in his knees and said in a hoarse voice, "This kind of Gu can only be cured after it takes effect in five years. If it doesn't take effect, it can't be cured."
Zhao Shu: "Mm."
Mo Yinghuo kept his head down, "You, don't tell me that you went back to the past through the wormhole and planted the Bloodthirsty Gu on yourself."
Zhao Shu placed his hand on her shoulder and said softly, "Huo'er, you don't need to be like this. I'm not in much pain. We Ye Lanxing are naturally warm-blooded."
Mo Yinghuo raised her head. "Then, shouldn't it be even more uncomfortable? Alternating between hot and cold is even more deadly for you."
Zhao Shu: "It's alright, the Bloodthirsty Gu isn't enough to take the lives of the Nightfall Star people."
Mo Yinghuo looked at Zhao Shu quietly. "King Hunxie said that there is no cure for the Bloodthirsty Gu."
Zhao Shu said calmly, "There is a solution."
Mo Yinghuo noticed that Zhao Shu's fingers trembled slightly. She turned her head to look at the peach blossom soup on the table, lost in thought. She knew that the method to remove the poison must be extremely painful and cruel; otherwise, Zhao Shu would have told him.
Unless, of course, you can't bring yourself to say it.
Zhao Shu suddenly interrupted her, saying, "Huo'er, no matter what happens in the future, you must tell me." He paused, then added, "Don't worry, I haven't hurt anyone else."
Mo Yinghuo didn't know what to say, she just quietly looked at the person in front of her.
Ultimately, how much did he do for her, and how much of it remains unknown to her?
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