Chapter 103 Chapter 103 "As if by doing this, I can completely...
Jiu Zhao woke up.
The vivid memories flowing through her mind reminded her of what had just happened between her and Wu Zhu.
Those romantic ideas.
Those longings and hopes for a future with Zhu Yan.
When he talked about it with Wu Zhu, who was disguised as Zhu Yan, he suddenly felt nauseous.
The reason why she was able to do this was simply because she had used the cultivation method she had previously comprehended, which was to disperse her immortal consciousness into the primordial fire.
Celestial consciousness resides within the spiritual sea of consciousness, forming the will that controls her body and perceives the outside world. It can be said that every thought, whether silent in thought or spoken, is part of her celestial consciousness—and the same is true for the memories within her mind.
In order to better implement the plan, every time Jiu Zhao pretended to be controlled by his inner demon, he would try his best to eliminate the part of his memory related to Wu Zhu, and then set logical hints and time limits. When the feelings were at their peak, he would suddenly wake up and turn from tenderness to disgust, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Although every time he did it, the feeling of self-loathing for betraying Zhu Yan would indeed provide nutrients for the growth of his inner demons.
But at least it is still within the controllable range, and this is also the price Jiu Zhao must pay in order to win.
Jiu Zhao woke up without opening his eyes.
She changed her posture, lying on her side in the air with her back to Wu Zhu, and carefully reviewed the memories in her mind.
At first, she had formulated a plan to use the fact that the magic of the demons would be ineffective if they were tempted to do so, in order to break the blood contract and kill Wu Zhu. However, she was constrained by the fact that she had been a noble Sanqing Tianshen Ji since she was a child, and she was high and mighty. She had never had any experience in pleasing or seducing others.
She first constructed step by step the illusion that she had gradually fallen into the illusions created by her inner demons and Wu Zhu during a long period of loneliness, and her attitude softened and wavered. In this process, she repeatedly thought about and tried to figure out what measures she should take to deal with the cunning Wu Zhu.
The several solutions that Jiu Zhao came up with after racking his brains were too naive and ridiculous, and were all rejected by Jiu Zhao himself.
Finally, in her frustration and helplessness, she suddenly remembered something that happened in her childhood.
When she turned ten thousand years old, her father God gave her a snow-white Pegasus as a birthday gift.
However, the Pegasus was the leader of a tribe in the forest of spirit beasts, and his character was unruly and difficult to control.
After several unsuccessful attempts and being nearly thrown off the horse, Jiu Zhao had no choice but to invite the immortal official from the Shenbi Bureau who specialized in taming various beasts.
Jiu Zhao only watched the horse training process patiently twice at first, and then gradually lost interest.
Less than a month later, the immortal official gave her a docile Pegasus.
She assigned the horse to pull her own gorgeous celestial chariot, and when chatting with the immortal official, she curiously asked about the method of taming the horse.
The immortal official told her that no matter what kind of beast it was, a big stick plus sweet dates would never go wrong.
Even humans can sometimes resort to this method.
This memory, appearing in the current situation, is self-evident in its meaning.
Wu Zhu is a demigod, a demon general, and even more a dragon, a dragon that has never received any care or comfort since childhood.
He is a closed-minded person and has very little experience in matters between men and women.
Jiu Zhao decided to try the method of taming animals.
From the first time she'd tested whether his excitement came from being abused or from herself, to the second time she'd showered him with sweet nothings and fantasized about the future, Wu Zhu, blind, naturally couldn't see the worthless expression on his face. Moment by moment, frozen in time, observing his varying reactions to each word, Jiu Zhao couldn't help but wonder if he was born with a knack for acting, or if he truly longed to be loved.
Otherwise, how could he be so obsessed with her while dating her as a substitute for someone else?
Inadvertently recalling too much, Jiu Zhao was caught off guard again and saw him tied up with a divine whip, with traces of jelly on his clothes. He was lying on his back with flushed cheeks, panting and saying, "Because I like you, no matter what you do to me, I'm happy."
She immediately frowned and opened her eyes like a frightened elk.
Low-class livestock that are only driven by desire.
Unable to control his offended emotions, Jiu Zhao cursed in his heart.
She tried her best to calm the discomfort coming from her body, turned her wrist sideways, and silently looked at the veins under the thin skin.
The normal color of veins is a mixture of blue and purple.
But hers is different.
Affected by the mutated blood contract, an ominous and bright red color flowed beneath her purple veins.
Jiu Zhao stared at it for a while.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the blood color seemed to have faded a little.
…
The days go by.
When Jiu Zhao was sober, he still didn't give Zhu Yan any good look.
She would often have one-sided quarrels with Zhu Yan, and her attitude became increasingly sharp and irritable because she hated herself for being affected by hallucinations.
What was there to be proud of as a substitute for those remarks that had pierced Wu Zhu's heart like a sharp knife?
In Wu Zhu's opinion today, it can be considered as completely gentle.
I feel sick just seeing you.
You are not even as good as Zhu Yan's finger.
Putting aside these evil tricks, what else would you do?
Do you think someone will love you if you hide behind someone else's skin like a rat in the gutter?
Stop daydreaming.
The longer Jiu Zhao was unconscious, the more intense his reaction would be when he woke up.
Can.
When she was ill, she was bewitched by the smile and words of "Zhu Yan", and her attitude towards Wu Zhu became more and more dependent and gentle.
Thanks to his inner demon, Wu Zhu saw many different Jiu Zhaos.
She clung to him like a koala, unwilling to leave him even for a moment.
Her voice is sweet and her tone is soft.
When he half-truthfully told his childhood memories as Zhu Yan, she was so angry that she clenched her fists and almost cried for him.
Promise to be with him forever.
Those who like to call him husband and brother Zhu (Zhu and Zhu have similar pronunciations, so it doesn’t take much effort to deceive Wu Zhu’s muddy head).
Also, someone said that they would dance for him after he recovered from his blindness.
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Wu Zhu's eyes were injured by Si Chen's magic that incorporated the breath of cold iron, and there is little hope of recovery.
Unless there is a god or demon of equal power who is also of the fire element and is willing to offer his eyes to him.
He knew that there would never be such a person, just as the love Jiu Zhao always spoke of was never directed at him.
The more he forced himself to admit this, the more conflicted and addicted Wu Zhu became while enjoying the false and short-lived warmth.
But soon.
Jiu Zhao was not in the mood to continue playing this game of mutual testing with him.
The reason is that the temperature and intensity of the Yuanchu Fire are further upgraded.
The immortal consciousness was scattered in it, and every minute and every second it was under the heat pressure that was about to melt it.
But Jiu Zhao still endured it, separating a small cluster of immortal consciousness that carried memories and immersed himself in the flames for a long time.
When it was necessary to act with Wu Zhu, the part that was separated was the process of getting to know Wu Zhu and the deep hatred for him.
When she regains consciousness and examines her memories, she will separate herself from the part about the drama with Wu Zhu, letting the pain of being burned by the Yuanchu Fire serve as the price to punish her body for not remaining faithful to Zhu Yan.
Ever since Jiu Zhaohui became ill uncontrollably, Wu Zhu never replayed the past of her love with Zhu Yan in her mind again.
He became quieter.
Most of the time, he just silently endured Jiu Zhao's verbal attacks.
Occasionally give a lukewarm rebuttal.
…
By the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the fire was so hot that even the human body could not bear it.
Jiu Zhao covered his skin, and the phoenix feathers used for defense were burned bit by bit.
Even if the immortal power was not exhausted, the phoenix feather would still pierce the flesh and blood and regenerate, but it would not be able to keep up with the speed of being dissolved.
Those parts that did not have time to grow back showed large marks of burns and scorching, even the two wings hanging behind Jiu Zhao were like this.
She fell into a long-term state of weakness and injury, and her life as a "parasite" was no longer easy and comfortable.
The mutated blood contract takes effect, and both parties are in a state of life and death together.
Jiu Zhao was also restrained by the demonic blood, unable to absorb Wu Zhu's power in return. Although Wu Zhu's condition was much better than hers, the clothes he had transformed into divine power were also partially burned, and his arms, face, and neck all bore varying degrees of burn marks.
Wu Zhu is a demigod. He doesn't have a perfect divine realm, but he has a powerful divine body.
And after experiencing torture since childhood, they developed numb nerves that are less sensitive to minor pain.
His self-healing ability is much stronger than Jiu Zhao, who is only a celestial being.
If he could absorb a little more power from Jiu Zhao, he would be able to repair himself continuously.
But Wu Zhu hesitated.
For example, now, in order to save immortal energy and make the phoenix feathers grow faster, Jiu Zhao lay drowsily not far away.
She had neither the ability nor the room to stop Wu Zhu's demands.
The translucent thread used to establish the connection and transmit the immortal source was wrapped around Wu Zhu's fingers.
As long as they thought about it, they would obey Wu Zhu's wishes, pierce into Jiu Zhao's defenseless body, and squeeze out the benefits.
Wu Zhu stretched and bent his fingers, bent and straightened them again, but there was no movement.
"Your Highness Shen Ji.
"Owner--
"Are you still alive?"
His voice was low and hoarse, more like he didn't want to wake the sleeping person than asking.
He walked forward silently, getting closer to Jiu Zhao little by little.
He floated beside Jiu Zhao and waited for a moment to make sure she wouldn't suddenly jump up and curse or hit anyone.
Wu Zhufang hooked his fingers, and divine light wrapped around Jiuzhao, turning her over.
He stretched out his hand and stroked her face and body bit by bit with his fingertips.
He was indeed unconscious.
Even in an unconscious state, his brows were still tightly furrowed.
Defenses were destroyed and skin was burned.
Wounds are already extremely difficult to heal, and having to endure endless high fever will definitely make the pain even worse.
Thinking of this, Wu Zhu felt his own injuries and began to throb with pain, empathizing with him.
The red thread wrapped around the fingertips eventually faded away and was replaced by another red color that symbolized divine power.
Wu Zhu's eyelashes trembled, and even though he couldn't see anything, he still closed his eyes.
As if by doing this, one can completely deceive oneself.
…
He began to release his divine power to repair Jiu Zhao's wounds.
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