Is the giving male protagonist really going to be abandoned?
Chu Caiwu was tensely thinking when he suddenly saw a quilt spread on the floor. Yin Zhuo was making the bed and said, "I'll sleep on the floor, you sleep on the bed."
Chu Caiwu nodded in a daze. Her mind was now full of how to escape in the middle of the night.
Chu Caiwu was confused and at a loss as to what to do. She stood up stiffly and mechanically blew out the candle. In an instant, the whole room became dim, and moonlight passed through the window lattice and shone in obliquely.
Chu Caiwu looked at the moonlight, as if she had regained some consciousness. She slowly walked to the bed and sat beside it. She did not lie down for a long time, and a warm feeling flowed repeatedly in her heart.
Yin Zhuo, the food coupon man, was quite nice. He treated her, the fennel, as a human being. Not only did he feed her with his blood, but he also slept on the floor and let her sleep on the bed.
Yin Zhuo whispered, "Can't sleep? Are you hungry again?"
Chu Caiwu heard the rustling sound of fabric, followed by the sound of flesh being cut, and blood dripping onto the bronze objects, echoing repeatedly and sounding extremely pleasant.
The immortal power in Yin Zhuo's blood was fragrant, as if it came directly to Chu Caiwu, arousing her taste buds.
Chu Caiwu swallowed her saliva, too greedy to answer. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw a pair of bony hands, which looked even whiter under the moonlight. They were holding two brass cups filled with immortal blood and standing steadily in front of her bed.
Yin Zhuo neatly placed the two cups on the ebony cabinet, turned around and returned to his bed, and said in a slightly raised voice: "Tell me if you're hungry. I can't let my savior starve to death."
Chu Caiwu picked up a brass cup filled with immortal blood. She wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but when her immortal energy was full, she couldn't transform into a hollow body, couldn't pass through walls, and couldn't escape. She hesitated and said, "Okay...Okay."
Chu Caiwu picked up the cup and almost put it into his mouth, then reluctantly put it back on the ebony cabinet.
She suddenly had an idea, so she began to feel her sleeves. Last time in the clinic, she had saved a roll of gauze. The fabric rustled for a long time before she finally touched the roll of gauze.
Chu Caiwu skillfully tore the gauze. The gauze was torn into pieces with strange shapes, which looked extremely disorganized.
There was also a long piece of gauze floating down to the ground.
Chu Caiwu glanced at the scrap on the ground. It seemed that it was not very useful. This was how she used to store dry food. She would wait for the gauze with fairy blood to slowly dry up. Next time she wanted to eat it, she would soak it in water and stir it with chopsticks. This was her dry food.
Chu Caiwu pinched the irregular gauze with her left hand. She carefully picked up a piece of gauze with her right hand and slowly put it into the brass cup. The bright red blood gradually spread upwards from the bottom of the gauze.
Chu Caiwu put pieces of gauze into the cup until all the gauze was soaked with immortal blood. She carefully gathered the gauze into a bag. The immortal blood in the brass cup was not absorbed by the gauze. Chu Caiwu pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind, picked up the two cups with both hands, and drank the remaining immortal blood.
The immortal blood that was not absorbed by the gauze naturally cannot be wasted. Chu Caiwu does not plan to turn herself into a transparent virtual body this time, because Yin Zhuo just said that she is her savior.
Then, at this moment, Chu Caiwu could use the excuse of buying roast duck to escape from here overnight.
Chu Caiwu stood on tiptoe, paused for a moment, and walked slowly towards the door. She pulled it gently, and the door creaked. She looked back, but Yin Zhuo didn't react.
Chu Caiwu suddenly realized what was going on and quickly slipped out of the room with the bag of gauze in his hand.
Yin Zhuo lifted the quilt, held onto the corner of the table, and sat up from the floor, staggering a little.
In the past, Yin Zhuo would seek the Demon Lord out once a year to suppress his immortal power. Gradually, he would seek the Demon Lord out every nine months, five months, three months... to suppress his immortal power.
The last time I went to find the Demon Lord to suppress his immortal power was when I received the mission in the Demon Palace, and it was only less than a month ago.
Of course, there is no such thing as a free deal when negotiating with the Demon Lord, or even with the demons. If Yin Zhuo's mother was not a demon, he would not have the qualifications to negotiate with the Demon Lord.
As for his mother, she was not related to the Demon Lord. She was just a little maid in the Demon Palace before. His mother had never even seen the Demon Lord.
The demons actually attach great importance to bloodline, and even more importance to value.
Yin Zhuo has been working hard to contribute to the demon clan. He once used one year's service to the demon clan to exchange for his merits with the Demon Lord.
Nowadays, the clash between his immortal and demonic forces is too frequent, which is out of character.
Yin Zhuo dragged his tall and thin body and walked unsteadily towards the bed.
He was not sure why Chu Caiwu left the room.
There was a long strip of gauze on the ground. Yin Zhuo held onto the ebony cabinet, slowly bent his knees, and gently picked it up. The tattered gauze hung in his hand.
Yin Zhuo stroked the gauze and looked towards the door. He suddenly remembered that Chu Caiwu used to soak blood in gauze... and then used it as dry food, drinking it while crying.
This time gauze was used again, and it was most likely that they were preparing dry food as a backup. Chu Caiwu really did escape.
Yin Zhuo wanted to find Chu Caiwu. Chu Caiwu knew Yin Zhuo's secret, so he absolutely could not leave Chu Caiwu outside. Moreover, he had not yet figured out Chu Caiwu's background.
Yin Zhuo stood up, shook violently, and supported the wall.
The conflict between his immortal and demonic powers was so fierce that he could barely walk.
Yin Zhuo put on the broken green pendant, which was his father's relic. It could block aura, but its effectiveness had been greatly reduced during the battlefield. He could only use it to block aura occasionally when meditating.
The immortal god of war who died in the battle between immortals and demons was Yin Zhuo's father, but Yin Zhuo had never seen his father.
Yin Zhuo released his aura, and the purple magic power surged, as if squeezing the remaining white and ethereal immortal power into the corner.
Under the bright moonlight, Yin Zhuo breathed in and out to regulate his breathing. He absolutely could not let Chu Caiwu leave with his secret.
Yin Zhuo activated Yan Zi's magic power and transmitted the message to Chi Ce over a thousand miles.
This time, Yin Zhuo waited for Chi Ce to speak before asking directly, "Miss Chu is gone. Can you help me look for her?"
Chi Ce said excitedly: "Is this what you are looking for me for this time? You don't want to ask the Demon Lord to suppress your spiritual power? Did the young couple have a quarrel?"
There's no such thing as a young couple quarreling.
It’s just that we can’t let Chu Caiwu leave with the secret.
Yin Zhuo remained silent, then spoke helplessly: "Demon Lord... I really need to find the Demon Lord this time."
Chi Ce said with a click of his tongue, "See, I guessed right. The first thing to do is to find Miss Chu, and then find the Demon Lord. I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with sex, no, so tempted by this day."
Yin Zhuo pleaded again: "Please report this to the Demon Lord for me."
Chi Ce sneered, "Then what merits are you relying on to seek the Demon Lord this time? You can be beaten just by stamping. Is this how you can make a deal with the Demon Lord?"
Yin Zhuo humbly promised: "I will make amends by letting Ruichen become a demon."
Chi Ce began to calculate: "You made a mistake in stamping, and this demon-entering mission is your way of making up for it. Do you still want to use this to negotiate new terms?"
Yin Zhuo continued sincerely, "Please help me inform the Demon Lord."
Chi Ce continued, "Looking at you, you don't have the courage of a demon at all." Chi Ce coughed lightly and said, "I can report it for you, but you have to give me Miss Chu's heart."
Yin Zhuo was stunned. Could it be that Chi Ce had already discovered the origin of Chu Caiwu's physique and wanted to use her as medicine?
Yin Zhuo suppressed his thoughts and asked tentatively, "You? Do you like Miss Chu?"
Chi Ce smiled and avoided the question: "I'll take this as you agreeing to give me her heart. There's no need to report this trivial matter to the Demon Lord. I can suppress your magic power for you."
Yin Zhuo remained silent, but his previous guess was confirmed in his heart. Spiritual power includes immortal power and magic power. If Chi Ce can help him suppress the conflict between the immortal and magic powers, then Chi Ce will definitely give him immortal power.
Chi Ce really used immortal power to assist his cultivation, which was a taboo for the demon clan.
Chi Ce chased after him and said, "Hey! Speak up, don't you want to thank me?"
Yin Zhuo came back to his senses and complimented, "Golden Dragon Chi Ce is indeed very powerful and has great magical powers."
Chi Ce was very pleased to hear this: "You can even use spiritual power to communicate with me. It seems that nothing will happen for a while. I will go and win Miss Chu's heart for you first."
As soon as the words fell, the voice transmission disappeared instantly, and the room was empty, leaving only a hint of moonlight.
The immortal and demonic forces clashed within Yin Zhuo's body. He seemed to have gotten used to the feeling of his increased magic power. He stood up and walked towards the door that was ajar.
Yin Zhuo took a breath of fresh air in the corridor.
Unexpectedly, when he looked down, he saw: from the corridor of the door to the stairs of the restaurant, there was a drop of half-dried blood at a distance of about one person's height.
It looks exactly like a crime scene.
Yin Zhuo's face was full of confusion and helplessness, but he could guess what it was. Chu Caiwu didn't know how to use spiritual power to dry the gauze. When he ran away, Chu Caiwu's blood, gauze and dry food were not dry yet.
The dim and damp little house was filled with a musty smell, but surprisingly, it was very lively.
Chu Caiwu tugged at the servant's clothes and said, imitating him: "Let's make a deal!"
This was what Chu Caiwu had seen Yin Zhuo do before, and he secretly made a deal with the servant.
The servant sighed, "You, you, you dragged me into the utility room and told me what you want to say."
Chu Caiwu was dissatisfied: "When he makes a deal with you, you just obey, but when I make a deal with you, I force you to do it."
The servant sighed, "I dare not do that. My lord, please tell me quickly. If the shopkeeper finds out, I will be in trouble."
Chu Caiwu rolled up his arm and swiftly pulled off the bracelets. He handed the pair of jade bracelets to the servant and said, "This is for you. Please help me exchange it for some silver."
The servant looked surprised, but quickly agreed, and started to walk out, "Okay, okay, I'll go."
Chu Caiwu was furious and stared at the servant. The servant tried to avoid her as if he had seen a man-eating monster.
However, Chu Caiwu felt that he always put the overall situation first.
Although escaping is extremely urgent, eating is the most important thing.
Chu Caiwu suppressed his anger and said in a gentle voice: "Bring me eight more plates of roast duck..." After he finished speaking, the servant's slipping legs stopped, and Chu Caiwu was suddenly speechless.
Chu Caiwu was speechless because he only liked to eat roast duck legs and not a whole plate of roast duck.
The servant looked at Chu Caiwu, who was speechless, and said earnestly, "You...you also think that eight plates of roast duck are too much, right?"
Too much? Who said eight plates of roast duck is too much?!
Chu Caiwu used to eat a whole plate of roast duck to give face to Yin Zhuo, but now that he was leaving anyway, why should he eat a whole plate of roast duck?
Chu Caiwu reorganized his words and said, "Give me eight roast duck legs, and don't charge the money to me."
The servant couldn't help but said, "You? You don't even want to pay! Then I can only ask the shopkeeper!"
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