Chapter 102 Chapter 102 "Wu Zhu, I was wrong." ...
I heard Jiu Zhao suddenly wake up.
Wu Zhu hooked his little finger again and stirred the magic blood.
As expected, Jiu Zhao's mood fluctuated violently again.
It seemed that the weakest stage after cultivation had passed. Her body was no longer bewitched by the inner demons and she had returned to consciousness.
Based on the principle that both parties are bound by the blood pact and cannot harm each other, Jiu Zhao didn't actually feel any extra sensation when he was slapped in the face.
What concerned Wu Zhu was that his heart twitched and he suddenly felt a faint pain.
Stimulated by the pain, he casually tore off the divine whip wrapped around his body, straightened his clothes, and sat up, trying his best to appear nonchalant. "Why? I was just lured by the demon blood and played with me for fun. Is there any need to be so ashamed and angry?"
Jiu Zhao retracted the divine whip and pointed at the tip of his nose with his trembling left hand: "You, you are so shameless!"
“Integrity.
"Isn't that used to discipline those old-fashioned gods in the Three Pure Ones Heaven?"
Wu Zhu shrugged. "I've already been possessed by a demon, why should I care about these things?"
He deliberately narrowed his eyes again, licked the corner of his lips in a savoring manner, and sneered, "Fortunately, no one else knows what happened here except you and me. Otherwise, if the news reached your always pretentious Yan Lang, he would probably be heartbroken."
"Who gave you permission to mention his name with that filthy mouth of yours!"
Not caring that Wu Zhu was still wearing Zhu Yan's skin, Jiu Zhao whipped him with a whip, "I will kill you sooner or later!!"
The whip was hanging just within reach, but was suddenly blocked by a bright red barrier, unable to move forward even an inch.
Wu Zhu stood behind him without moving, folding his arms. He smiled softly and said, "Kill me, fine—your Highness's whip or magic are useless to me anyway. Why not try a different approach and let me die a pleasant death?"
"you!"
giggle.
What suddenly rang out was the sound of Jiu Zhao's teeth chattering in anger after hearing what he said.
When it comes to verbal sparring, she has never been as good as Wu Zhu.
In the past, when she could control Wu Zhu as she pleased, she would use physical punishment instead of verbal confrontation.
Now, she can't do anything.
If I continue to argue with Wu Zhu, I will only be humiliated by him in vain.
Jiu Zhao pinched his palms hard with his nails. Pain is the best tool to calm people down.
She lowered her head, digesting the facts that had happened between her and Wu Zhu for a moment, and then said with a pale face: "It is indeed ridiculous for me to talk about propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame with a demon. Not only do you not know shame, you also have no self-respect at all -
"Otherwise, why would you still be so complacent here when I, in my delirious state, used you as a substitute for Zhu Yan?"
After Jiu Zhao finished speaking, he turned around as usual and no longer gave Wu Zhu any extra glances.
What she didn't realize was.
Although these words seemed much calmer than the previous few words spoken with gritted teeth, they hit the spot that Wu Zhu could not bear to mention the most.
He was silent.
During this process, the subtle pain in his heart gradually spread to a point that he could no longer ignore.
His expression was slightly distorted for a moment.
That's all.
If you care about your self-esteem.
Then tens of thousands of years ago, before he was protected by Wu Shao, he should have died from the humiliation.
Wu Zhu took a deep breath, his expression nonchalant once again. "Yes, I am a lowly and despicable demon. Aren't all demons like this? As long as my body is happy and my mood is cheerful, it's fine. It won't hurt me. Anyway, it's you, my master, who is disgusted."
…
Because of Wu Zhu's rogue attitude, Jiu Zhao refused to have any further communication with him.
Inexplicably, Wu Zhu, who would always stick to him after a while no matter how coldly he spoke to him in the past, remained silent.
However, they were stuck in a cold war with each other for only a few days.
Jiu Zhao was bewitched by his inner demons and became ill again.
It seemed that she could not let go of the mistake she had made, so she simply ignored it and immersed her consciousness in the Yuanchu Fire.
Wait until your body reaches its limit and can no longer bear it.
She was forced to take it back, covering her chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood foam.
Jiu Zhao's consciousness urgently needed to return to her spiritual sea of consciousness for deep sleep and repair, and she was unable to maintain a lucid state. She collapsed violently, but fortunately, after living within the sacred tree for several years, she had mastered the art of maintaining balance even in sleep, preventing her from plummeting.
Wu Zhu does not need to practice.
When he was truly weak, he could simply absorb the strength from Jiu Zhao. He stayed within the tree's core, doing nothing except enduring the heat of the Primordial Fire. Otherwise, he was like a parasite, doing nothing.
Because he had nothing to do, he pricked up his ears and paid close attention the moment Jiu Zhao vomited blood.
But this time he didn't rush over to help her up and hug her tightly like he did in the past.
No matter whether you are a human, an immortal, or a demon, you can't be too humble.
He warned himself fiercely.
Unexpectedly, not long after, he heard Jiu Zhao, who had been silent, start muttering a name again.
"Yan Lang, Yan Lang..."
I don’t know if it was a dream talk or I woke up.
Jiu Zhao repeated these two words stubbornly.
Wu Zhu refused to turn around.
He wasn't sure whether Jiu Zhao had fallen into the illusion of his inner demon again due to weakness, or whether he was deliberately saying the name of the person he liked to annoy him.
Out of resentment for being called "you have no self-respect" last time, he did not try to sense Jiu Zhao's mood through the magic blood.
Until the sound of wings breaking through the wind was heard, and a pair of bare arms covered with phoenix feathers hugged him.
"Yan Lang, why are you ignoring me?
"Did I make you angry? Why don't you turn around and look at me?"
To be honest, Jiu Zhao's arms are not soft.
The phoenix feathers on her body are the outermost defensive feathers of a phoenix. They feel very stiff and have some thin edges.
She is naturally strong and very powerful.
Wu Zhu was hugged too enthusiastically, his chest heaving up and down several times, and he was a little breathless.
He still had a sullen face and did not respond.
After Jiu Zhao persistently called out again and again, he said coldly, "There is no Yan Lang here."
"What's wrong? Why are you so fierce?"
Jiu Zhao muttered a few words under her breath, loosened her arms again, and walked around to his front. "Time flies so fast... It feels like we haven't seen each other for several days. Is it because I'm always busy practicing and ignore you, that you are unhappy, dear Yanlang?"
neglect.
Wu Zhu almost sneered.
If it weren't for the blood contract, the slap mark she gave him a few days ago would probably still be on his face.
At the end of the day, pain is nothing.
I originally planned to become Zhu Yan's appearance, but it was I who caused Jiu Zhao to make an impulsive mistake.
Now, I am the one who feels uncomfortable with my role as a stand-in.
However, things still needed to be done. Wu Zhu thought for a moment and said sternly, "You are not allowed to call me Yan Lang."
"What should it be called?"
Even though he couldn't see, Wu Zhu could still feel Jiu Zhao's puppy-like, moist gaze falling on his face.
In her chaotic state, she seemed to be hungry for skin.
Not long after, she reached out again and hugged one of his arms tightly.
Wu Zhuyi couldn't think of a name that would avoid involving Zhu Yan and wouldn't distract Jiu Zhao.
After a few awkward moments, he said stiffly, "Anyway, just don't shout anything."
"Okay, if you don't want to call me Yan Lang, then don't call me Yan Lang..."
Jiu Zhao agreed quickly, not even considering why the usually gentle "Yan Lang" had suddenly hardened. Like a puppy wagging its tail, she circled around Wu Zhu, softly fawning, "Should I call you darling, darling, or husband?"
"——Wh, what husband?"
Wu Zhu paused and asked back, stuttering even more violently.
Jiu Zhao, however, showed no embarrassment at all. Her vague and sweet voice lowered, "I've already said that once your weakness is cured... we'll announce to the Three Pure Ones that we're getting married. Even though it's still decades away, calling you husband now shouldn't be too much, right?"
She thrust her face in front of Wu Zhu, her lips touching just barely enough to touch his: "Husband, don't you like it?
"But then again... I'd rather call you Madam..."
Jiu Zhao's voice was so sticky that if you bit it, your teeth would pull out amber-like sugar threads.
One thread at a time.
Strand by strand.
Sugar threads spun into a spiderweb, completely engulfing the inexperienced Wu Zhu. The hidden pain he'd felt at the hands of Jiu Zhao's cold words vanished in an instant. The scalding sweetness permeated his throbbing flesh, drowning, intoxicating, and numbing it.
He took a deep breath and sealed his nervous self into the body named Zhu Yan.
I silently repeated countless times, "I am Zhu Yan, I am Zhu Yan, acting must be realistic, no matter what I say, it is all to deceive Jiu Zhao" -
"You can't call me ma'am."
He said righteously, "Just call me husband and I will forgive you."
"Husband, husband, husband, husband."
Jiu Zhao repeated himself clumsily, one sentence overlapping another, until Wu Zhu's serious expression relaxed.
She had been obsessed with him for a long time.
Nothing frightening happened this time.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and Jiu Zhao unilaterally imagined the scene of their marriage:
"The God Emperors and Crown Princes of all generations in the Three Pure Heavens have all lived in separate palaces from their wives and concubines. Even my Father and Mother Goddesses, fearing criticism from their ministers, were no exception. Every time my Father Goddesses wanted to visit the Mother Goddess, it would take ages just to walk there without the teleportation array.
“I don’t want that.
"Anyway, I will only let you be my husband, and there won't be any other male concubines. After we get married, you will live with me.
"I will fill my bedroom with the famous zithers I have collected for you. When you have nothing to do, you can play the zither and I will dance in the spring breeze.
"Yan, my husband, do you think it's okay? We should be together forever."
forever and ever.
together.
Even if Wu Zhu couldn't play the piano, it was impossible for him to live in Jiu Zhao's palace, and he was not the person she wanted in her heart.
I couldn't help but feel a little longing for this moment and the peaceful days she described.
He listened to Jiu Zhao for a long, long time.
Then he spread out his palms and let Jiu Zhao use his fingers to write an apology asking for forgiveness on his skin.
"Yan Lang, I was wrong."
Maybe I'm used to being called that, so it's difficult to correct it immediately.
Jiu Zhao made another small mistake.
Wu Zhu's mood improved, and he even felt a little elated, so he didn't bother with her.
After another hug, based on how long the last hallucination lasted, it was estimated that Jiu Zhao's consciousness was about to wake up.
Wu Zhu exhaled a hypnotic dragon breath, making her fall asleep.
He stayed with Jiu Zhao for a moment, then turned around silently and drew a slash on his palm to represent his mistake.
Re-write:
"Wu Zhu, I was wrong."
Then he slowly raised the corners of his lips.
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