Chapter 116 Chapter 116 "Brother, brother." ...
Every failure makes one wiser. After what happened last time, Jiu Zhao didn't want to be alone with Lan Qi anymore.
After hearing his request, she said with a forced smile, "All the immortals in this palace are loyal to me. Is there anything that Ye Zun cannot speak openly to?"
"Not speaking out in public is for the sake of harmonious relations between the two tribes."
Lan Qi didn't speak directly, nor did he fall for her tricks.
His eyes, which never revealed anything, stared at Jiu Zhao, with light and shadow flickering in them, as if he had thousands of words to say.
Jiu Zhao felt even more strange. "I am very curious about what this matter is. Speaking it out in public will affect diplomatic relations."
Seeing that she didn't listen to him, Lan Qi stopped forcing her.
"Beside the Chengxin Pond, Your Highness and I—"
He spoke each word clearly, slowly taking off his gloves.
The wound, which was a mixture of charred black and blood red and looked shocking, had just been partially exposed when Jiu Zhao suddenly understood his purpose.
turn out to be.
Punishment without guilt is a small matter.
The most important thing is waiting here.
"Wait—"
The words came faster than the other thoughts in my mind.
The moment he called a halt, Jiu Zhao had already stood up from his main seat.
She glanced at the crimson jade and yellow jade bi standing on either side of the steps and said, "Order the Phoenix Clan Leader to be sent back to the Burning Sea envoy."
Then, he stared at Lan Qi with an almost stern look in his eyes, "There is tea and water prepared in the side hall to welcome the guests. Please follow me."
…
Tea is prepared to welcome the guests.
It's just a nice-sounding way of saying it on the surface.
Jiu Zhao walked all the way and brought Lan Qi into the most remote palace in Lihentian, then slammed the door shut.
"You come to me and get humiliated time and again, and Ye Zun seems to think it's quite amusing."
Powdery dust danced silently in the light from the top of the palace gate. Jiu Zhao pointed at Lan Qi's injured hand. "Why, do you have some masochistic fetish? You keep the wound wrapped in a glove, savoring the pain every day to remind yourself?"
Lan Qi remained unmoved by her sarcasm. He calmly found a chair in front of the long table and sat down. His attitude was polite, yet revealed a certain dominance that brooked no argument. "The wounds caused by the Nirvana Phoenix Fire cannot be healed by my demonic body alone. I have to trouble Your Highness to take care of it."
What's the secret behind this?
The reason why the Nirvana Phoenix Fire is feared by immortals and demons is that in addition to being able to allow people to transcend the suppression of their ranks and having the ability to seriously injure those above them, being injured by it, whether internal or external, is difficult to heal unless the Phoenix Clan absorbs the fire spirit in it.
Jiu Zhao was well aware of this—but she also knew that the Phoenix Clan was now under Lan Qi's control. Furthermore, with the other half of the True Blood possessor also at his disposal, healing his injuries wouldn't be easy, but at least it wouldn't force him to resort to her for help.
What's more, looking at Lan Qi's appearance.
He seems to be leisurely and doesn't seem to be desperate.
Jiu Zhao's gaze remained gloomy.
She did not sit down in front of Lan Qi, but walked to the window sill on the other side.
With his back to Lan Qi, he said with a half-smile, "So many phoenixes have fought for Ye Zun. It's just a minor injury. Why does Ye Zun need to ask me for help? Ye Zun knows that asking me for help will always cost a lot."
"What is the price? Your Highness, please tell me."
Lan Qi spoke in a calm voice, as if he had completely forgotten his past experiences.
Jiu Zhao snorted softly, "When you were my brother's foster brother, you did everything to make me happy. You might as well do it again now."
Regardless of whether the immortals and demons restore diplomatic relations or not, they will be enemies for life.
Because they know each other too well, even looking at their friendly smiles for a moment longer would feel extremely out of place.
After figuring this out, they were now the only two left.
Jiu Zhao was still talking happily when unexpectedly a body with a lower temperature than his own suddenly approached from behind.
“!!”
She let out a short cry, her body stiffening at the young man's sudden approach, "What are you doing?!"
But it seemed like the other party was not just trying to scare her or tell her to shut up.
The seemingly thin male body covered her, and through the cloth, his solid chest pressed against her back like a high wall.
The pair of hands that had taken off their black gloves at some point also pressed down on the back of her hands, their ten fingers rubbing into her fingertips without allowing any resistance. As if they were being suppressed, they lifted Jiu Zhao's hands up and pressed them against the wall. The wound on her right hand was right at the same level as Jiu Zhao's line of sight.
After a few days of not being treated, the area became obviously more serious.
The black flesh and blood was burned dry of moisture and wrinkled inch by inch, and the large areas of exposed white bones were shocking.
However, Lan Qi seemed to feel no pain:
"What did I do in the past——
"Which one is your Highness the Unknown Goddess referring to?
"Is it because of a spur-of-the-moment bet with my female companion that forced me to enter the Spirit Beast Forest alone to search for the legendary Jiyue Flower for you?
"Or when you're drunk, you insist on making me kneel down on all fours and be your big horse?"
As the young man's indifferent words entered his ears, Jiu Zhao was speechless and the intensity of his struggle unconsciously became smaller.
None of these things are forged, and there is no exaggeration at all.
When I was young, he was the only one in my heart and eyes - but I didn't learn how to love someone properly, and it was also true that I was harsh on him.
Half disgust, half guilt, the two emotions tore back and forth at Jiu Zhao's heart.
Lan Qi even added with a smile: "I have found the only Jiyue flower in the world and gave it to you at your 20,000-year-old birthday party, at the cost of losing half my life. So, Your Highness, do you want me to continue to turn into a horse for you to ride to make you happy?
"It's just that Your Highness has grown up a lot, and her skirt has grown a lot. If you want to ride on your brother, you have to lift your skirt up high."
"Shut up! Who allowed you to say the word 'brother'?"
These two words used to address family members were more like an invisible blade that stabbed into Jiu Zhao's weak spot, leaving no trace of blood.
Her limbs trembled violently for a moment, and she finally gathered her strength. She turned around, pushed Lan Qi away, and slapped him in the face.
A burning pain came from the red skin.
Lan Qi couldn't help but nudge it with the tip of his tongue: "You hit me so hard... I'm really just adding to my old wounds."
"Brother, brother."
Jiu Zhao raised his head, his eyes fixed on his face.
"If you dare to utter such words again, Lan Qi, I will kill you even if it means disregarding the decree of heaven."
Lan Qi looked back at her, his elegant features revealing a clear conscience. "If Your Highness doesn't want me to resort to our past friendship, then please agree to treat me. There are countless Phoenix people in the world, and the one I trust most is you, Your Highness. There's another thing: guests are not allowed to wear gloves at the Spring Banquet. If I go there with my burn from the Nirvana Phoenix Fire exposed and others see me, Your Highness's reputation will be criticized."
…
In this battle, Jiu Zhao was defeated and no longer had the confidence of victory that he had at the Chengxin Pool.
It was reasonable and emotional for her to treat Lan Qi.
But soon, she thought of a new way of revenge.
Lan Qi's wounds could not heal because the Nirvana Fire Spirit remaining between his flesh and blood continued to burn.
As long as the fire spirit is completely absorbed, any medical officer can heal the injury and Jiu Zhao does not need to be responsible for it.
Think about it from another perspective, isn't this a process of mastering the Nirvana Phoenix Fire?
For Zhu Yan's illness, the more thorough the preparations in all aspects, the higher the possibility of success.
Since Lan Qi offered it to her for free to practice, she might as well change her mind and accept it with joy.
With this thought in mind, Jiu Zhao absorbed the fire spirit for Lan Qi three times.
The fire spirit was extremely tiny, invisible to the naked eye, and hidden between the skin, flesh and blood.
If one area is not cleaned, the wound will relapse.
She mobilized the Nirvana Phoenix Fire, outputting power in varying amounts, trying to control her perception more precisely.
This is really hard for Lan Qi.
Often by the end of the treatment, the fire spirit had only absorbed one or two points, but Lan Qi was sweating profusely and the pain was aggravated.
Lan Qi also asked when he could be cured.
Jiu Zhao, whose expression changed from gloomy to relaxed, always answered with a smile, saying that one cannot eat hot tofu in a hurry, and he would probably be able to cure it before the Spring Banquet.
Lan Qi came every two days like this, and he came more often. Zhu Yan, who came out of Jingque, also knew about this.
The deadline for renewing the meridians and tempering the bones is approaching, and Jiu Zhao has to obey the Father God and keep the matter of Wu Zhu secret for the time being.
She didn't want to make Zhu Yan worry about other meaningless details.
He only vaguely mentioned that day by the Chengxin Pond, the two of them drank too much and were a little drunk.
Just like when they were young, they started sparring with swords.
During the process, he accidentally lost his balance and Lan Qi was injured by the Nirvana Phoenix Fire, so he had to take responsibility for treating him.
Zhu Yan didn't care about Lan Qi. He just kept pestering Jiu Zhao that night, undressing him so that he could check carefully to see if he was injured.
Needless to say, the bed should be full of eroticism.
Fortunately, Jiu Zhao still remembered Xing Yao's warning and held on to his willpower. At most, he could not resist his coquettishness and rubbed his lips and cheeks.
The clouds and rain dissipated, and Zhu Yan told her about another concern he had.
"Zhao Niang and Ye Zun are innocent. Their interactions were only to heal their wounds. I know this, of course. However, the fact that you were injured in the duel with him should not be spread to others. Ye Zun's frequent visits to Lihentian might be seen by those outsiders who are unaware of the situation—"
Zhu Yan didn't say anything else.
But the meaning is very clear.
Jiu Zhao, who listened carefully, did not think that he was jealous. After pondering for a moment, he thought it made sense.
It is an indisputable fact that Lan Qi is her adopted brother and ex-fiancé.
Whenever a relationship involves feelings between men and women, no matter how upright the behavior is, it will always be shrouded in an ambiguous shadow.
…
The small head resting on Zhu Yan's shoulder tilted up.
Jiu Zhao pressed her hot body closer to him, her eyes sparkling like a small heater emitting sparks in winter.
She looked at Zhu Yan with trust: "What do you think we should do?"
Although she already had an idea in her mind, Zhu Yan was her partner, and she would try her best to listen to his opinions on anything that could be discussed.
Zhu Yan did not answer immediately.
He smoothed down Jiu Zhao's sweat-soaked hair that had clung to his cheek, then spoke hesitantly, "...How about we talk to Ye Zun and have him stop visiting Lihentian openly and instead make the treatment time and location more secretive?"
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