Small grass fetal movement
As the kiss slowly fell, Jian Zhen panted, her little face flushed, and she looked at Ye Jisheng with misty eyes.
Oh my god.
I'm really suffocating. Why doesn't he need to breathe?
Ye Jisheng's eyes were like the purest rubies. His fingertips brushed across Jian Zhen's lips, and his voice was low and hoarse with a hint of magnetism: "Are you feeling better?"
Jane Zhen breathed softly and shook her head.
Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Jian Zhen's face was stained with a little red. He glared at him angrily and said softly, "I can't breathe."
Ye Jisheng curled his lips and smiled, his red eyes seemed to be stained with deep red blood.
Jian Zhen lay on the bed and relaxed for a while, then said softly, "I don't think the pain is that severe anymore."
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Well, I'll go change my clothes."
Jane really nodded without thinking much about it.
The pain in his body was relieved, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But looking at the empty seat next to him, Jian Zhen suddenly felt a strange panic in his heart. After getting off the bed, he walked out of the temple. There was a hot spring pool behind the temple. He saw Ye Jisheng sitting in the pool, and bright red blood was slowly floating up.
This scene hurt Jian Zhen's eyes.
Jian Zhen walked over quickly and saw Ye Jisheng with blood on the corner of his mouth. His face was pale, but the deep red color in his red eyes was even brighter. When he raised his eyes, Jian Zhen's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.
The people by the pool were already terrified.
Jian Zhen stood beside Ye Jisheng and said in a trembling voice, "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Jisheng vomited blood, which covered his whole body. This was also the first time that Jian Zhen saw the devil in this state. In his heart, Ye Jisheng had always been powerful. This man could be very mean sometimes, but he was incapable of anything. He was always confident and outspoken, even cruel and decisive, and ruthless in dealing with people.
But now.
He leaned against the stone wall of the hot spring, but he didn't seem to care about the blood on his body at all. He looked at Jian Zhen calmly and said, "What are you doing here?"
Jian Zhen said: "You are vomiting blood."
How could this person not worry about his own health at all?
Ye Jisheng said: "I know."
Jian Zhen was stunned. He suddenly thought of the cold breath that had been passed to him when he was kissing Ye Jisheng. After he received it, his stomach stopped hurting. This was a very familiar feeling. The soul, the Immortal Lord once said, the soul is the soul power and essence of a god, which cannot be passed on to others easily, otherwise it will suffer a great backlash.
Think of this.
Jian Zhen said in a panic, "You gave me your spirit, and it backfired, right?"
The demon god sitting by the pool had black hair draped behind him. His skin was pale, and the bright red blood looked particularly shocking. Looking into Jian Zhen's eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I can't die."
Jian Zhen: “…”
Brother, don’t you see that you are covered in blood?
The icy cold water of the Ice Pool can suppress human wounds and spiritual veins, but Ye Jisheng still vomited blood again.
Jian Zhen said anxiously: "It's still okay even after all this. I'll go find the high priest!"
The words had just fallen, but he hadn't left yet.
The high priest came running in from outside as if he had guessed this would happen.
When Jian Zhen saw him, he seemed to have seen a savior, and immediately said, "Master Priest, come and see him."
The high priest walked over and looked at the blood-red floating on the pool. Ye Jisheng closed his eyes calmly, as if he didn't care at all. He was even too lazy to wash the blood on his body. He just soaked in the pool as if he was not the one injured.
See this situation.
The high priest sighed heavily a few times, then turned to Jian Zhen and said, "My Lord, Your Majesty has forcibly consumed a large amount of magic power, and also used his spirit, which is why this happened..."
Jian Zhen quickly asked: "How can I get better?"
The high priest thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty is a divine being. He has been cursed for many years, and his spirit has been damaged. I have heard that there is a secret tribe in the South China Sea. They were believers of the gods in ancient times. They must have a way to repair their spirits. I have actually mentioned this to Your Majesty a long time ago, but Your Majesty has always been unwilling."
Jane was really curious: "Why?"
The high priest shook his head and said, "I don't know either. It would be great if the Lord could persuade His Majesty."
Jian Zhen could only nod, and the high priest took his leave.
Almost as soon as the high priest left, Ye Jisheng, who had just closed his eyes to rest, vomited blood again. Jian Zhen became a little anxious. Just as he was about to take a step to find the high priest, his hand was suddenly grabbed.
Ye Jisheng's hands were a little cold, which made him shiver subconsciously. When he looked carefully, he could only see the man's serious eyes. His face was gloomy, and he suddenly whispered: "No need to go find him."
Jian Zhen was stunned: "Ah?"
"Just stay here." Ye Jisheng closed his eyes tiredly: "Just stay next to me."
Jian Zhen heard it and sat next to him. Maybe it was because of the formation set up by Ye Jisheng, he didn't feel cold. In fact, Ye Jisheng's body felt hot when he touched it. But even so, he was still a little worried.
It was quiet by the hot spring pool.
After a long time, Ye Jisheng said, "There are countless people in the Three Realms who want to kill me. The immortals, demons, and ghosts all hope that I will die soon so that the Three Realms can have peace. But what they may not expect is that this world is very boring. I am tired of seeing the ugly faces day after day. What kind of Three Realms Supreme? I don't want such a shabby title at all."
Jian Zhen: “…”
Is this the boss's willfulness?
Jian Zhen said: "Not everyone wants your life. Many people in the demon tribe wish you well and hope you are alive."
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "They just need a demon god, someone who can protect them."
Pause.
Ye Jisheng's eyes fell on Jian Zhen. His deep red eyes were like red gemstones, but gloomy. He said, "If I fail to transcend the tribulation, the child in your belly will have an innate divine body, and will not have half of his magic power sealed like me. In the future, he will become the master of the Three Realms, and you, as his father, will also become the most respected person in the Three Realms."
Jian Zhen said directly: "Since you don't care about the title of the Supreme of the Three Realms, then I don't care about it either, and my baby doesn't care about it even more."
Ye Jisheng seemed not to have expected him to say that and was stunned for a moment.
All people in the world fight for the word "profit". All races in the three realms fight for the word "power". Everyone wants to be supreme.
Only his little grass said, it's not a big deal.
Ye Jisheng laughed softly. The man leaned against the wall of the pool, his body covered in blood, but his smile was exceptionally cheerful. It was a wanton and ostentatious smile.
Laughing is over.
Ye Jisheng suddenly stood up from the pool. When he raised his hand, soul fire appeared and dried his clothes. Not a single bloodstain remained on the dark clothes.
Jian Zhen was held horizontally by him. Ye Jisheng's body felt a little damp and cold, but she was not cold.
The two returned to the Demon Palace.
Jian Zhen finally returned to his little bed. He looked at Ye Jisheng's pale face, tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, and asked him, "Why don't you want to go to the South China Sea?"
Ye Jisheng looked at him, smiled and said, "It's just a spirit. If it disperses, it will disperse. What's the use of it?"
Jian Zhen looked into his cold eyes, took his hand and said, "I want you to take me to the South China Sea."
Ye Jisheng was stunned.
"The demons need the Demon God, and my baby and I need you." Jian Zhen looked at him and said, "It's just you, not the Demon God, nor the Supreme of the Three Realms. I care if your spirit is scattered, and so does my baby. There is only one person in this world who cares."
As soon as the words fell.
Jian Zhen suddenly cried out in pain.
Ye Jisheng's expression suddenly changed. He supported Jian Zhen's waist and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen blinked his eyes gently, then he pointed to his belly and whispered, "The baby seemed to kick me just now."
Ye Jisheng's red eyes deepened, and he lowered his hand cautiously, a behavior the demon god had never shown before. Jian Zhen encouraged him, "Touch it and feel it, it seems the baby kicked me again just now!"
Ye Jisheng pretended to be reserved and said, "Go to sleep."
Jian Zhen took his hand and placed it on her belly.
The baby in the belly seemed to be very considerate. When the devil's hand fell on it, Ye Jisheng suddenly felt a slight tremor. It was the rhythm of life, and this life was not someone else's, but his child, his and Jian Zhen's child.
Ye Jisheng's eyes changed color and he looked at Jian Zhen.
Jian Zhen smiled and said softly, "Right, did you feel it?"
Ye Jisheng nodded, the carelessness on his face faded away, his eyes became deep, this kind of interaction seemed to be establishing a close connection with the world.
Jian Zhen lay back on the bed, and he said to Ye Jisheng: "It seems that the baby also agrees with what I said just now. I don't care about the Supreme of the Three Realms, I don't care about any demon gods, he and I are only after you."
Obviously, those words were somewhat explicit, but he was extremely serious when he said them.
Ye Jisheng lay beside him. Jian Zhen felt a little sleepy as he was talking, but he still forced himself to stay awake and said to Ye Jisheng, "Then promise me that you will go to the South China Sea, live well, and don't say those words about wanting to die..."
Xiaocao's voice became smaller and smaller.
Ye Jisheng was speechless.
The entire hall was exceptionally quiet, and it was silent all night long. Only the clearest sound was the light breathing of someone in his arms.
Jian Zhen nestled in his arms, as if she filled his entire world. Ye Jisheng did not sleep, but just looked at him quietly. When the next day's excitement rose, the entire palace of the Demon Realm was illuminated by the sun's rays, as if the darkness had been completely dispelled and new light had been brought in.
Jian Zhen woke up from his sleep, but he didn't expect that he would meet Ye Jisheng's clear eyes as soon as he opened his eyes. He looked at him like this for an unknown period of time. Xiao Cao's sleepiness faded away, and he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Ye Jisheng didn't answer, he just sat up and said, "Get up and get ready to go."
Jane Zhen asked him curiously, "Where are you going?"
Ye Jisheng stood up. The man was tall and standing against the light. He looked back at him. Standing in the sunlight, it seemed as if the shadows on his body had finally dissipated. He looked back and said, "South China Sea."
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