Chapter 258
"Tonight is not a good time."
"After all, I can't wait any longer." Yingning's fingertips touched his neck from his black hair. As she turned her head, the datura flower seemed to burn Si Baixue's eyes.
His heart stirred slightly, and he spoke frankly:
"Then, shall we do it now?"
His words were ambiguous, and his eerie face was filled with a bewitching affection.
But a moment later, when Si Baixue saw the thousands of hellfire beneath her, she almost couldn't react, "This is...?"
"I really feel that I can't swallow that blow you gave me back then. After thinking it over and over..." Ying Ning paused slightly, but the little peacock in front of her had already sensed something was wrong!
"Old woman...!"
In an instant, Ying Ning used magic to trap Si Baixue's demonic body, rendering his spells useless; all that could be heard was Si Baixue's furious roar:
"Old woman, let me go!"
"You heartless woman...!"
"Release me at once!!"
Yingning kicked him in the back, just like the palm strike he had delivered before. She lowered her head and chuckled softly, saying the same thing to him:
"Have a safe journey."
Her eyebrows and eyes were unrestrained, and the blood-red stamens adorning her beautiful face were incredibly alluring.
Si Baixue never thought that his appearance was inferior to others, but at this moment his gaze was fixed on such a beautiful and graceful face.
At this moment, he was unable to move, with endless hellfire beneath him, and in his agony, a glimmer of desire arose within him.
Si Baixue was momentarily lost in thought, her soul adrift.
This momentary lapse in concentration slowed his break free from the spell, and since his demonic body was not impenetrable, he was naturally burned on one of his wrists.
He flicked his sleeve, using his spiritual power as a whip, and bound the man to his side.
Suddenly, before the hellfire even reached them, Si Baixue spoke seriously:
"It's something I owe you."
Consider this scar a repayment to you.
The wound on the back of her hand and the swelling on her wrist were not healed by Si Baixue. Instead, she used her subtle spiritual power to turn it into a bloodstain of a red spider lily.
His porcelain-white wrist was entwined by a red spider lily.
Si Baixue looked at it and gestured, "Look, it's exactly the same."
"Do you think I'll spare you if you do this?" Ying Ning said softly. She grabbed Si Baixue's left hand, which was gesturing to her ear, and accidentally touched the bloodstain that had already congealed.
Si Baixue was neither angry nor hurt. Looking at the same thing between the two of them, he felt unexpectedly much happier.
As for the fact that he was bound to her by contract, he didn't feel so bad anymore.
"If you don't forgive me..."
He touched the side of his lips, as if to say, "The most we have is time."
"Whatever you want is fine with me," Si Baixue said casually.
She listened to his words, and suddenly lowered her head and took a small bite. Only when the freshly congealed red spider lily was stained with blood again did Yingning release her mouth.
"Flowers with a blood-red hue are more beautiful, aren't they?"
The words that flowed from Ying Ning's lips sounded just like those of a vengeful demon who loved killing, yet her tone was childlike, as if she truly believed that only such a color was worthy of her demonic beast.
The softness between her teeth seemed to still linger on Si Baixue's wrist, and when he looked up, he saw a trace of blood on her thin lips.
It was his blood.
When emotions run high, there is no need to be bound by countless formalities.
He wiped away the scorching demon blood with his thin palm, but maliciously rubbed it on Ying Ning's cool lips, and Si Baixue suppressed a little irritation.
He smiled like spring water:
"yes."
"I will naturally obey my master."
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The rumors circulating in the underworld have recently changed again. It is said that the Peacock Lord and Lady Meng Po have reconciled, and all the ghost messengers are amazed by Si Baixue's thoughtfulness.
Look, even someone as eccentric as Meng Po has fallen for the peacock demon's charms.
As the water in the lotus pond churned, Bai Xie didn't know what he was angry about, and he even had the urge to smash this flamboyant dead peacock to death with a dragon claw!
Although the little dragon was impatient, it knew that Si Baixue was Ying Ning's contracted demon beast, so it endured it for the time being.
Moreover, he has been feeling unwell lately, and his head often aches, as if something he has forgotten is about to surface in his mind.
Whenever he felt unwell, Yingning would use her gentle spiritual power to soothe his pain and quietly suppress the memories that Bai Xie was about to recall.
Yingning's technique was gentle, and Chilong was quite pleased with it.
However, this scene was quite jarring to another person:
“Ah Ning, this little crawling fish is really weak.”
"I can tell he won't live more than a few days." Si Baixue's voice was alluring, but her eyes were cold as she looked at Bai Xie's figure.
"Why don't you give me this little mantis shrimp, Aning? I'll cook it myself and let you taste my cooking." He was eager to try, and it looked like he was about to reach out and grab the fish.
Upon hearing Si Baixue's words, Bai Xie almost transformed into human form, but was scooped up by a delicate hand. Ying Ning said meaningfully, "Little Xue Nu, if you cook Wei Jue, I'm afraid you'll be struck by lightning."
Si Baixue naturally didn't understand the deeper meaning in Ying Ning's words. He walked to Ying Ning's side:
"Then Aning can try my peach blossom pastry. I've been thinking about how to make peach blossom pastry for a long time since I had anything to do in the demon realm." He wasn't lying.
Long ago, the leaders of various clans in the demon realm sent many delicacies, elixirs, and precious artifacts to the Nine-Tailed Clan's territory to express their willingness to befriend them, but without exception, they were all returned.
Until a gift sent by a remote and wild beast tribe was returned, the tribe's leader discovered that one particular item had been kept by the Nine-Tailed Fox tribe.
After that, the rumor that the nine-tailed fox clan loved to eat peach blossom cakes appeared in the demon realm.
Having nothing else to do, Si Baixue sought out several books on lost celestial delicacies.
0067 also quietly observed Si Baixue, the male peacock who seemed to be in heat, and said in a soft and cute voice, "Master, the Pure Lotus has been born in the human realm."
This Pure Lotus was the third divine artifact that Bai Xie found back then.
Yingning casually teased the little fish in her palm, which seemed both shy and pleased, and licked her palm with its small, smooth tongue.
She was amused and laughed, and the little dragon lowered its head shyly.
Upon hearing about Jing Shilian, Ying Ning spoke to 0067: "Then let's go to the human realm. It seems that Bai Xie's amnesia will soon be cured."
She chuckled, "If he knew he'd turned into a little white fish all this time, he'd probably wreak havoc on the underworld."
Seeing that its master found it amusing, 0067 was somewhat worried that the little dragon would cause a ruckus, but seeing its master's calm demeanor, it slowly relaxed.
Since it woke up, it has been extra vigilant about everything.
0067 secretly resolved that it would never let its master encounter the same danger as before!
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During the three years of the Jin Dynasty, a severe drought struck, and the people suffered greatly.
The sound of prayers echoed throughout the temple, and the Li clan of the Jin Dynasty were constantly worried about the peace of their people and territory. On the day of the sacrifice, they invited famous monks who had traveled the world.
"Master Wuwei, when will Heaven send down the sweet dew?" the Jin Dynasty emperor asked anxiously.
His country was suffering from drought, while neighboring countries were also eager to seize the opportunity to invade the territory of the Jin Dynasty.
If he were to lose the territory of the Jin Dynasty in his own hands, how could he possibly face his ancestors?
Amidst the sandalwood incense, a person with slender eyes stood out.
The demonic and the Buddhist were perfectly blended within him. The monk walked slowly through the myriad incense sticks and endless sandalwood fragrance, nodding and saying:
"Your Majesty, please do not be anxious."
"The person we've been waiting for has arrived."
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