Chapter 79 His choice was to stay by her side.
Shen Zhou had said many times that he wanted to kill her, but Hua Deng never took it seriously.
But this time, Hua Deng felt that he really wanted to kill her.
For example, right now, she was being held by him, pressed against the wall of the hot spring. Wisps of steam rose, and ripples spread outwards in concentric circles around them.
Hua Deng had no idea what day it was.
Maybe it's the seventh day, maybe it isn't.
At first, they were in the Broken Cloud Palace, at the table, by the window, and on the bed. Several times when she struggled, she grabbed the bed curtains, which were dragged down and spread behind her, tearing into strips with each ravaging.
Later, she couldn't remember. It seemed that she kept saying she was hot and about to suffocate, so he stopped the snow outside the window and carried her outside.
He was always reluctant to be separated from her. Hua Deng was most afraid of him carrying her around, because he would not hold her firmly, but would often lift her up and let her fall.
The weight of her body made it impossible for her to resist, and every time she came down, she wondered if she would die.
The sensation was unbearable; before they even reached the outside of the hall, she bit his shoulder, experiencing a spasm.
He stopped then, his breathing becoming heavier and his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't show it on his face. He just frowned slightly and said, "Hua Deng, relax. You're making it hard for me to walk."
The soft glow of the streetlights slapped him in the face.
He grabbed her wrist, turned his head to kiss her palm, concealing the teasing in his eyes, and placed her on a cloud formed by magic.
He bent down, forehead to forehead, and transferred spiritual energy to her.
The streetlights were enveloped by soft clouds, and looking up at the azure sky gave me a light, ethereal feeling.
His spiritual power restored her quickly, and she remembered every detail that followed.
She remembered the warmth of the cool breeze on her body, remembered him holding her ankles and pressing her legs down, and how she sank deeper and deeper into the clouds.
She sensed that he liked this position. Because he was becoming increasingly unrestrained and indulgent.
Perhaps that's why he could see everything clearly—her face, her trembling.
But as always, he asked her, "Is it alright, Hua Deng?"
I can't quite put my finger on the name of the streetlights.
She knew that if she said no, he wouldn't continue, but she couldn't bear to refuse him so easily. Besides, at this moment, she could see the emotions churning in his eyes, the panting in his throat, and the beads of sweat dripping from his chin.
All of this made her realize that he had indeed broken his vows because of her and was madly infatuated with her.
So she closed her eyes, avoiding looking at the position that made her extremely ashamed, and whispered, "Okay."
She had a good idea, but she overlooked one thing.
Shen Zhou asked her questions each time, partly because he didn't want her to feel bad, since he had little experience. However, there was another reason: he lacked the common sense to think like an ordinary person.
If Hua Deng were willing to stab him, he would leave the scar forever. Similarly, he also hoped to leave a mark on Hua Deng.
Ideally, it should be from head to toe, all of it.
Besides, she said it was possible.
Shen Zhou tightened his grip on her ankle and chuckled.
From that very second, Hua Deng regretted it.
His subsequent actions went beyond mere madness; he practically wanted to crush her and devour her whole.
And it was only then that she realized that the spells he had learned from that awful place, the Hehuan Sect, were not just one, but many, many!
Hua Deng, from head to toe, is pitiful, and every part of her has been baptized.
Even so, he would still toss her over and over, making even more demands:
"Hua Deng, I want to hear your voice."
"Hua Deng, why don't you tell me you like me anymore?"
"Lights out, look at me, kiss me."
"Hua Deng, it's a good thing you came back, otherwise I would have done the same to you ten thousand years ago. He would have been even worse than me. He would have stayed inside your body from morning till night, hidden you away so that no one could find you. He would have used magic to preserve your current feelings, making you live in bliss every day, crying non-stop... Hmm? I didn't intend to do that. I'm much more sensible than him, right?"
"Your reaction is so strong. Is it because you're thinking of him? Are you imagining him doing this to you? Or do you want to experience this spell?... Heh, you get nervous as soon as I mention him. Do I need to use a clone spell to create him? Of course I can. He is me—"
“I didn’t say anything. I won’t be like him.”
He freed one hand and reached into the soft, white clouds.
He lowered his head, his teeth lightly brushing together, and mumbled, "He would let the real thing flow out here... and then drink it, but you see, I didn't."
With the same ease, she parted the petals and wiped away the dew.
"He'll bite it and ruin it, then you'll be so pitiful... What? Don't bite it? I didn't, how could I bear to do that to you? I didn't do anything, did I?"
He was just trying to comfort her because he was worried she was uncomfortable.
She kept calling his name, just as she liked doing that to her.
Chen Zhou happily released her.
He didn't miss her appearance at that moment.
Her unfocused eyes, her disheveled face, her unconsciously protruding tongue, her raised neck, her taut waist, and the place that swallowed him, all trembled, holding him captive, unable to leave.
He stared intently, the darkness in his eyes growing ever deeper.
Why can't we eat it?
He wanted to eat it.
If only Hua Deng agreed, he would only do what she agreed to.
...
In the end, Hua Deng didn't know how they ended up in the Demonic Sect's territory. It seemed that after she fainted and woke up, she found herself in unfamiliar surroundings. She asked him in a hoarse voice where they were, and he said they were in Fuxian Palace.
Hua Deng had always wanted to ask the name of this evil cult, but now she had completely forgotten. Today, they were not in that secret room, but in a real hot spring, the warm water washing away her soreness.
Her legs were placed on his shoulders to make it easier for him.
He channeled his spiritual energy into her again, and then stopped. He wiped away her tears and said, "It's been seven days."
Hua Deng: "..."
I'm no longer happy.
It doesn't matter how many days it takes, just let her rest! If this continues, someone really will die!
Shen Zhou withdrew.
What he left inside her was quickly washed away by the pool water. He watched it indifferently, seemingly a little dissatisfied, but said nothing.
He carried Hua Deng to the shore and made her sit with her legs dangling. He didn't come up; instead, he stood in the pool, stared down for a moment, and then stretched out his finger.
Hua Deng kicked him: "We agreed on seven days, you're not allowed to come again!"
She was too careless and didn't even realize how dangerous the action was.
Shen Zhou calmly hummed in agreement, but her gaze remained fixed on him. Her lips moved slightly, clearly showing her longing for him.
He couldn't resist giving her a reward.
When the soft touch came, Hua Deng's mind went blank for a moment before she realized it was his lips.
He buried himself in his work, fulfilling his duties diligently and completing the follow-up tasks.
"No……"
Hua Deng bit her lip, wanting to stop him, but this time he was different from before, so gentle it was terrifying, and she couldn't resist.
She just couldn't take it anymore.
Her nerves were like a kite string stretched to its limit; the slightest disturbance would cause her to break down.
She hadn't completely broken down these past few days because Shen Zhou would stop for a while to transfer spiritual energy to her, feed her pills, and let her catch her breath.
Only at this moment did she feel panic.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, his tongue tracing their paths.
Hua Deng immediately cried out in alarm: "You're not allowed—Shen Zhou…Shen Zhou, hurry up…"
He said, "What's so fast?"
Stop right now!
"quick……!"
He had no intention of letting her answer. As soon as she made a sound, he would slowly wrap his arms around her, gently caress and kiss her, rendering her speechless.
He was not radical at all, but the more tender he was, the more she felt the danger of an approaching storm.
Hua Deng tried to grab his head, but couldn't find it no matter what she did. She shook her head desperately; something was slowly collapsing.
No, stop, stop now.
She wanted it all...
However, he did stop.
Hua Deng paused for a moment, blinked slowly, and didn't understand what had happened.
Her legs moved against her own will, rubbing gently.
It was like a kind of urging.
Shen Zhou sensed it, laughed, touched her nose a few times, making her tremble even more, and then suddenly delivered a fatal blow.
The kite string snapped completely the moment the tongue swept across it from top to bottom.
It's beyond description.
Hua Deng couldn't imagine what her expression was like right now; her vision was blurred, and she couldn't see Shen Zhou's face clearly either.
But she felt it must be terrible, extremely terrible.
Otherwise, Shen Zhou's breathing wouldn't have become rapid. He suddenly stood up from the water, hugged her horizontally, and pressed her face against his chest, refusing to look at her current state.
He usually enjoyed looking at her, but now he stopped.
When Hua Deng lay down on the bed, she belatedly realized that she had been calling his name the whole time. She thought she couldn't make a sound, but that wasn't the case; she was calling his name incessantly with a voice that sounded like it had been shattered.
No wonder he was holding her so tightly, almost snapping her arms.
But that was none of her business; she just wanted to go to sleep.
As she slowly pulled up the covers and closed her eyes, she heard Shen Zhou chuckle and pinch her cheek, saying, "Hua Deng, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Hua Deng covered his head with a blanket and pretended to be asleep.
The pretense quickly turned into reality; she slept so soundly that it was as if she had never slept in her entire life.
Shen Zhou watched for a while, then reached out to pull the blanket down for her, bent down to kiss her forehead, and then got up and left.
Fuxian Palace has his sword formation; anyone who approaches without permission will be killed instantly, so there's no need to worry about her safety.
*
Upon receiving the message, Jinze immediately rushed to Duanyun Palace.
Tianhan Mountain is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the Nine Provinces. Ten thousand years ago, Shen Zhou comprehended the Dao here. He drew upon the secrets of heaven and influenced the earth's veins, creating this treasure land.
When his body shows signs of disintegration due to fluctuations in power, he comes here to repair himself using the array.
During his time at the Hua family's house, he often went out in the middle of the night to come here to heal his wounds.
On this day, Jinze saw him here again, which was not surprising at all.
In his quest to find Hua Deng, his puppetry skills involved almost the entire Kyushu province, a burden that can be imagined.
Jinze stepped into the main hall. The hall was dimly lit, and Chen Zhou sat in the shadows, his head down, polishing something.
He didn't care and said bluntly, "It's time for you to undergo your tribulation."
Only by undergoing tribulation can his physical collapse be stopped.
Shen Zhou didn't even lift his eyelids. He said, "I know, I will go to undergo tribulation."
Jinze tightened his grip, knowing the answer already, but he still blurted out, "And then?"
Shen Zhou replied without hesitation: "Help her clear away all obstacles in the world, and take her back to Yangzhou. She likes it there."
"I'm asking you what to do?!"
"I'll stay with her."
Silence, a long silence.
Jinze said coldly, "Shenzhou, you have betrayed yourself."
Shen Zhou smiled. It seemed that what he was polishing was finished. He blew on it gently and lifted it up to examine it.
With the help of the faint light shining from the doorway, Jinze finally saw what it was and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Shen Zhou put it away, stood up, and calmly left.
Jinze said to his back, "After you pass the tribulation, you either seal your magic power and die, or you watch your cultivation level decline day by day, just like when you tore apart the heavenly tribulation back then, and become a cripple."
"All your efforts over ten thousand years, all for thirteen lifetimes ending in misery, have been in vain! Is this the path you chose? You have betrayed your way!"
Ten thousand years ago, he fought against the Heavenly Dao twice, winning once and inexplicably drawing the other time.
Heaven cannot kill him, because once he dies, the power within his soul will erupt, taking Heaven with him in destruction.
Therefore, the Heavenly Dao defied the laws and broke the rule that cultivators could not be reincarnated, sending him into the cycle of reincarnation to weaken his power.
In order to comply with the arrangements of Heaven, every time Shen Zhou breaks through the tribulation, he will release all his power to reach the peak of the tribulation, and then end his life with Lie Tian, resealing his cultivation.
He didn't become weaker; on the contrary, he grew stronger. He was only two lifetimes away from slaying the Heavenly Dao, and he would slay the Heavenly Dao while still alive.
"Do you want to start all over again? Do you want to wait another ten thousand years, letting your humanity, everything about you, be worn away, and live like a monster?!"
Chen Zhou walked steadily, without stopping for a moment.
Jinze knew this was his last chance.
"Do you think you're important to her?" he said through gritted teeth. "You were willing to die for your family and friends back then, but what are you to them? Nothing!"
Chen Zhou's steps finally came to a halt. He turned around, and Jin Ze was ready to receive his punishment.
The first time he spoke rudely to Shen Zhou, Shen Zhou made him kneel down and then crushed his fingers one by one until he bowed his head and apologized.
Surprisingly, Shen Zhou only said one thing today: "With your temper, you're actually a member of the Jin family."
Jinze paused, pursed his lips, and asked slowly, "...Who exactly am I?"
"You would ask such a question," Shen Zhou said. "When a person asks such a question, he has already betrayed himself, do you understand?"
Imazawa remained silent, staring blankly.
Shen Zhou turned around again, put his hands behind his back, and left.
As he reached the door, he left with his last words: "So, betrayal is a necessary part of life, and that's not so terrible."
Jinze watched him disappear, thinking to himself, "He seems to be in a good mood today, even though he was on a killing spree just a few days ago."
He almost thought that Ziyang Palace could unify the nine provinces.
etc.
Jinze suddenly looked up.
Why is he in a good mood?
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