Chapter 100 Chapter 100 "Yan Lang."
Tianqing is a color that comes from porcelain, elegant and clear.
Zhu Yan often chooses clothes that are related to her to neutralize the overly gorgeous and gorgeous facial features.
Over time, Jiu Zhao had already regarded it as a part of the symbol of Zhu Yan.
At this moment, the elegant clothes took on another meaning.
Because of the inappropriate curvature, it is like a pure statue of God being defiled by people.
What a shameless beast!
Jiu Zhao was utterly disgusted, and even the punishment of suffocating him by poking his throat with his fingertips changed its meaning due to his reaction.
She pushed Wu Zhu away with one palm, and repeatedly used the cleaning technique on the wet fingers that had been pulled out of her mouth.
As she washed, a past event involving Zhu Yan emerged in her mind at an inopportune time.
However, this time it wasn't Wu Zhu's fault - there was an essential difference between thinking of something automatically and having it forcibly inserted into the scene.
This past event happened in Yunsheng's lifetime.
At that time, she broke into the palace without the Breath-Suppressing Talisman and was chased by people. Zhu Yan was injured while trying to save her.
On the palace road, she helped Zhu Yan lick his wound to stop the bleeding.
Zhu Yan also had such a sentimental reaction.
Zhu Yan said that when facing someone you like, it is difficult for your body to control its instinctive impulses.
…
Jiu Zhao knew how much Zhu Yan liked her.
But what about Wu Zhu?
Does being abused turn him on?
Or—
He likes himself too.
Finally, this hypothesis was expressed by the voice lingering in my heart, and goose bumps immediately appeared on the back of my neck and arms.
Jiu Zhao felt incredible and wanted to vomit reflexively.
Driven by this thought, she turned back silently and glanced at Wu Zhu who she had left behind.
But he lifted the magic that disguised him as Zhu Yan and returned to his original appearance, but the blush that symbolized his infatuation still did not disappear from his face.
Lowly demons.
Even his hobbies are so hard to describe!
Jiu Zhao's heart was pounding.
But without Wu Zhu's interference, his mind was finally freed from the state of chaos that had nowhere to vent.
Regaining some composure, she forced herself to shift her attention away from the incident itself.
When the stickiness on her fingertips completely faded away, she suddenly had an absurd idea.
The biggest difference between the demons and the immortals is that the immortals must stick to their clear and bright hearts in order to avoid falling into depravity.
The demons are just the opposite; they are not allowed to have a "heart".
The heart here is not an organ that everyone has, but a positive emotion similar to sincerity.
The source of power for all races living in the Burning Sea relies on the endless resentment generated by obsession and inner demons. When they feel truly unwilling to hurt someone, the resentment loses its medium of attachment - in other words, the magic power will be completely ineffective against that party.
This kind of sincerity is not only applied to lovers, but also to family, children, and truly recognized friends and confidants.
The more sincere the emotion, the less effective the spell will be.
If I could tell whether Wu Zhu enjoyed being abused or liked me—
Perhaps, the mutated blood contract contaminated by the devil's blood can find a solution.
What's more, she was able to regain control of Wu Zhu and even kill him without paying any price.
Once the idea has emerged.
The brain will spontaneously continue to go deeper.
Jiu Zhao silently pondered the chances of success.
only.
Should we really do this?
Even if it is confirmed that Wu Zhu really has feelings for her, if she wants to achieve her goal by deepening his feelings, she must take corresponding measures.
In Jiu Zhao's view, having to go along with Wu Zhuxu in order to sever the blood pact was still a betrayal of Zhu Yan.
Is this the only path for people to take, to gradually become someone despised by their former selves?
Jiu Zhao was wandering and hesitant.
In the following moment when Wu Zhu turned his back to her and was temporarily quiet, she regained her concentration and wrestled with the inner demon that was waiting for an opportunity.
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The days in Phoenix Tree's heart can be described as unchanging.
Apart from the temperature that gets higher day by day, there is only endless depression and emptiness.
Wu Zhu and Jiu Zhao both knew that the confrontation between them would be a protracted battle.
It was not Wu Zhu's intention to let her give up the thought of living in the midst of intense self-blame, allowing herself to be burned to death by the Primordial Fire, and buried with him. After planting the suspicion in Jiu Zhao's heart that the Divine Emperor was poisoned by her, he chose not to exploit this to fuel his inner demons.
Out of some unspeakable thoughts, he turned into Zhu Yan's appearance day by day, hoping to shake Jiu Zhao's defenses.
The demonic blood rooted in the heart is a very convenient tool.
Not only can it detect the growth of the inner demon, but it can also help Wu Zhu feel the ups and downs of Jiu Zhao's mood.
It turns out that gods think differently from demons.
Pure carnal desire could not make them completely addicted. After performing "live spring palace" for several days in a row, and realizing that Jiu Zhao's anger and shame had become resistant to a certain extent, Wu Zhu tried to join in the harmonious moments they had together.
When calling Zhao Niang, Jiu Zhao's heart would instinctively beat faster.
Hugging her from behind and resting his chin on her neck is Jiu Zhao's favorite way of getting close to her.
She loves Zhu Yan playing the piano.
When they were free, she would ask Zhu Yan to lie on her lap and comb his hair over and over again.
…
Wu Zhu was able to aspire to the throne of god despite extremely difficult circumstances.
Although he was not completely successful in the end due to his half-demon body, it still fully demonstrated his talent.
He learns everything very quickly.
Whether it is practicing magic or mastering immortal power, it doesn't take long to master it.
So correspondingly, he used his talent to imitate Zhu Yan's words and deeds, and his progress was also rapid.
"Zhao Niang, can you open your eyes and look at me?
"Zhao Niang, I really want to do it..."
"roll.
"If you turn into Zhu Yan again, I will cut off your tongue and make you blind and speechless!"
This was Jiu Zhao's attitude towards him at the beginning.
He spoke coldly and if it weren't for the blood contract, he would have eaten him alive.
In order to reduce the number of times she was harassed by him, she even learned an extremely dangerous practice method without any guidance - that is, to withdraw all her immortal consciousness from the spiritual platform and scatter it into the Yuanchu fire, enduring the same fiery torment as her body in order to make rapid progress.
Without immortal consciousness, Jiu Zhao's body is just an empty shell.
It will not be affected by the outside world, and cannot hear the voices inside or outside the brain. The inner demons are also contained to a controllable level.
Wu Zhu tried several times, but indeed got no response.
But he was neither anxious nor discouraged.
After observing for several times, he found that according to Jiu Zhao's current immortal power, his immortal consciousness could only endure the Yuanchu Fire for one hour at most.
After one hour, the immortal consciousness must return to the body and rest and recuperate for half a day before the next time.
Compared to the difficulty of Jiu Zhao's training, Wu Zhu only needs to expend very little energy to maintain his disguise.
He simply stopped changing back to his original appearance and met her every day with Zhu Yan's face after completing his training.
…
"Zhao Niang, I have made a new music sheet, would you like to listen to it?
"Zhao Niang, I don't know what's happening with the seeds we planted together in the yard. I really want to go back and take a look.
"Zhao Niang, my chest hurts again, can you rub it for me?"
As time went by, Wu Zhu's acting became better and better.
The heart cannot be deceived.
Jiu Zhao's heart beat fastest when he said something or made some gesture, and he secretly memorized all of it.
Here, in a world where they were the only ones, he used his own jaw illusion to create a realistic illusion for Jiu Zhao.
There is no family or national hatred.
There are no sworn enemies.
Just her and him.
Jiu Zhao and Wu Zhu.
No, it’s Jiu Zhao and “Zhu Yan”.
…
One month, two months, three months.
Or one year, two years, or three years.
Wu Zhu only knew that after a long time, Jiu Zhao seemed to have finally begun to lose his composure.
The time she spent dispersing her spiritual consciousness became longer and longer.
But after completing the training, the time that her eyes stayed on his face increased simultaneously.
She no longer showed extreme disgust and resistance.
That gaze, which seemed to have substance, was easily captured by Wu Zhu's consciousness.
After once again dispersing all his immortal consciousness, sinking into the primordial fire, and enduring the tempering and purification that almost burned his soul, Jiu Zhao collapsed on the spot exhausted, with hot sweat sliding down his smooth forehead, and his palms were full of blood marks from pinching when he had endured to the extreme.
She seemed to have become accustomed to using pain to fight against everything that affected her.
Wu Zhu heard her faint breathing, hesitated for a few moments, then floated over and held her in his arms.
"Zhao Niang, are you okay?
"Don't push yourself so hard. If you're really feeling uncomfortable, it won't hurt to take a break from time to time."
Compared to the physical body, the immortal consciousness existing in the spirit center is a more sensitive and fragile thing.
Once the immortal consciousness is damaged, even if the body is not destroyed, one can only become a living dead.
Wu Zhu didn't quite agree with Jiu Zhao's bold and aggressive way of cultivation, but the only thing he could do at the moment was to deepen the illusion and let Jiu Zhao fall into the trap when she was weak due to cultivation, and mistakenly think that she was Zhu Yan - if he really wanted to control her, he simply couldn't do it.
He brushed away Jiuzhao's sweat-soaked hair.
He then used the cleaning technique to wipe her face, trying to make her feel better.
After doing all this, he did not let Jiu Zhao go.
He waited for a few breaths in such a weak state before Jiu Zhao's cold insults would linger in his ears when he woke up.
However, it was beyond his expectations.
This time, Jiu Zhao remained quietly in his arms.
Just when he thought Jiu Zhao had fainted from excessive practice, the person in his arms suddenly moved.
Two hands broke free from his grasp and slid to his shoulders.
But she didn't try to push him away, instead she responded by climbing onto the back of his neck.
No scolding.
Not being pushed.
Not even beaten.
Wu Zhu blinked and suddenly felt like he was in a dream.
"Zhao Niang...?"
He pinched his throat again and called Jiu Zhao in the tone of Zhu Yan's voice, which seemed artificial to him.
I heard Jiu Zhao whisper, "...Yan Lang, I really want to return to the Changle fate card and see the seeds left by the Mother Goddess blossom."
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