Chapter 121 Chapter 121 "I only hope that Your Highness is well, An...
The dream scene only showed the lower half, and the face could not be seen clearly at all.
But it was embarrassing enough that Jiu Zhao's toes curled up tightly together.
...That's right, she wanted to find out Lan Qi's secret.
But this isn't the secret!
If he took one more look, Jiu Zhao felt that his face would be covered with countless needle holes tomorrow.
She deliberately ignored the familiar feeling brought by the two white legs on Lan Qi's shoulders, gritted her teeth and controlled her spiritual consciousness to withdraw.
Who knew it was easier to get in than to get out?
Suddenly, it didn't succeed.
The light emitted by the dream core seemed to have an adsorption effect, and the immortal consciousness twisted and turned on the outer wall, unable to break free.
In order not to be noticed, Jiu Zhao did not dare to increase his strength.
She could only struggle slightly while being forced to "appreciate" the beautiful scene before her.
Lan Qi buried his head in it for a long time.
The strange thing is that there was no sound at all throughout the dream.
He has no voice, and neither does the other party being served by his mouth/tongue.
Jiu Zhao could only judge the stage of the process based on the degree of tension of the two lines.
After a long time, Lan Qi relaxed his control over them.
As the faces got deeper and deeper, Jiu Zhao watched them overlap like dying white snakes.
Then he suddenly locked it on the back of his neck.
The embarrassment reached its peak.
At this moment, Jiu Zhao only regretted that he was not blind.
The pounding of his heart affected his pulse and breathing. His face turned red, but there was still no sound from the other end of his consciousness.
There is something wrong.
She seriously doubted whether there were any restrictions on the core.
If this is the case, it will also be troublesome for subsequent snooping.
Let's put an end to the affair.
For some reason, the struggling and twisting worked a little, and the lower half of the hairspring finally broke free from the outer wall.
Jiu Zhao was secretly glad that he didn't have to participate in the second half as a third party.
On the other side, the picture did not give her any room to buffer, and suddenly went up as Lan Qi stood up.
“!!”
Jiu Zhao first saw Lan Qi's profile.
And the dripping water on his thin lips with beautiful lines could not be ignored no matter what.
Then, his shoulder turned slightly to the side, and the person who was pressed under him and fiddling with it excessively suddenly came into Jiu Zhao's sight.
Jiu Zhao's breathing stopped.
…
Not concubines.
Not even a new lover.
The unbearable memories in the tree's heart were rekindled, and her mind was completely blank as she saw another version of herself, blindfolded with black silk and silenced.
Lying softly in Lan Qi's arms.
The black silk was wet with tears, staining it a darker color.
The lips that could not speak opened and closed pitifully, like a fish that was caught on the shore and in urgent need of oxygen.
Without allowing the immortal consciousness to see again, Lan Qi suddenly changed his posture and used the difference in body size to completely cover the person in his arms.
Jiu Zhao had no idea what his expression was at the moment.
It is the pleasure of dispersing desires and the joy of humiliating enemies.
Or something else——
She only heard the first voice in the quiet dream tonight:
"Zhao Zhao, I still like you this way.
"You won't snarl at me with those gnashed teeth, or glare at me with those beautiful eyes.
"It's like going back to the past, clinging to me and entwining me."
The picture suddenly flickered here.
The light lingering around the immortal consciousness also grew dimmer.
The paste-like suction force disappeared silently. Jiu Zhao was too lazy to explore the reason and immediately flew away as if escaping.
The immortal consciousness was desperately swimming in Lan Qi's sea of consciousness.
It was not until he hid in an inconspicuous corner and the light of the dream core disappeared that Jiu Zhao opened his eyes with a blushing face.
She sat on the bed for a moment.
He wanted to scold Lan Qi for being shameless, but he seemed to be under a silencing spell and was rarely able to speak.
What is this doing?
Is this reasonable?
Did Lan Qi hate her so much that he was even dreaming about humiliating her?!
The moon is shining through the trees, and all is quiet.
Jiu Zhao no longer had any pajamas.
She jumped out of bed and paced back and forth in the bedroom to vent her anger.
"Why isn't the other half of the Phoenix Blood in you?
"How nice it would be if it were you—
"I won't hesitate whether this is a life or not. I will personally execute you and cut you into pieces!"
…
Jiu Zhao stayed up till dawn with a heart full of resentment, and he hardly smiled the whole day.
The maids and immortal officials who served her dared not breathe, for fear of accidentally offending this moody goddess.
In the afternoon, when she was assisting the God Emperor in handling government affairs, she received another immortal message from Yingluo.
He said that he had been ordered to investigate last time, and had made some progress in the past events concerning Zhulong, and he would tell her in detail when they met.
Jiu Zhao agreed.
After finishing his government affairs, he went to the West Sea alone.
As usual, they met at the Crown Prince's residence. Tea and snacks were already prepared on the table. Ying Luo raised his hand to dismiss the servants standing around him. He stood before her, bowed, and apologized, saying, "The incident with the Candle Dragon happened tens of thousands of years ago. It was difficult for me to investigate, which has delayed me for quite some time. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
Finally there is good news.
Jiu Zhao's low pressure subsided, and he handed him the other cup of tea on the table. "It's okay. I know you've tried your best."
Then he asked him to sit next to him: "So, what is the specific situation? Tell me in detail what you found out."
Speaking of this, even Ying Luo's face revealed a hint of complexity and reluctance: "Your Highness, although Zhulong is hateful, he is also truly pitiful... When he was in human form, the horns on his head could not be retracted, and his half-demon identity was obvious. He suffered countless humiliations over the past ten thousand years.
"The most others did was spit at him, and at most give him a beating. But a few immortals took pleasure in torturing him—they came from prominent families. Their leader, the Golden Immortal Yuling, was the youngest sister of the Eastern Divine King. Unlike other illegitimate children, they shared the same mother. The Eastern Divine King's mother died of illness less than a thousand years after giving birth to the Golden Immortal Yuling. As an elder brother is like a father, the Eastern Divine King personally raised this younger sister and loved her with extraordinary affection."
Jiu Zhao remained silent.
It's a bit tricky.
It was no wonder that Wu Zhu was unwilling to tell the truth when she asked him that day.
Jiu Zhao didn't have a good solution at the moment, so he decided to find out more about the matter first: "Besides Yu Ling, what about the others?"
"Others..."
Yingluo paused, "They are no longer alive."
Jiu Zhao's brows immediately raised in alertness.
It was an accident that Yu Ling had such a high status, but everyone else died just as Wu Zhu said.
Could it be that Wu Zhu really developed a slow-acting poison that kills people silently?
Then where is God the Father—
Jiu Zhao couldn't help but feel worried.
Noticing her complexion was even worse than when he arrived, Ying Luo said in a deep voice, "Excluding Yu Ling, there were three in total. I've investigated carefully, and their deaths aren't unusual—one was considered quite talented, but due to a demonic inner struggle, he was unable to ascend to the Golden Immortal realm and eventually died of old age. The other two, after growing up, wanted to achieve great things and agreed to join the army, but ultimately died in two separate wars between immortals and demons."
"Didn't they die in the Immortal Test? Didn't they meet a tragic end, with their bodies mutilated?"
Jiu Zhao's two consecutive questions made Ying Luo feel even more frightened.
He hesitated for a few moments, then asked politely, "Your Highness, have you learned anything from Zhulong?"
Jiu Zhao came to his senses and coughed softly, "Nothing, I just think that given Zhulong's vindictive nature, he probably won't let them off easily."
"Those with extraordinary talents live a life of mediocrity, while those obsessed with power die before they achieve their goals, and even in death they may not rest in peace."
Ying Luo sighed, his face solemn. "Your Highness, I have one more thing to report to you. Yu Ling Jinxian's crimes extend far beyond the bullying of the demigod Zhulong. Over the years, she has relied on the protection of the Eastern Divine King to roam rampant in Dongyuan, committing many evil deeds that have killed lesser immortals. She relies on the lowly status of those immortals and their lack of backing, so she never hides the truth even when she kills them. Whenever the Eastern Divine King learns of this, he simply gives her a few mild reprimands."
Jiu Zhao immediately grasped the key point: "So, you have collected evidence of her evil deeds?"
Ying Luo hid her long eyelashes, unable to bear speaking frankly: "My people went to Dongyuan and secretly contacted a fairy slave. She and her sister were both maids serving Yu Ling. Because she accidentally pulled out a hair while combing Yu Ling's hair, her sister was beaten to death by Yu Ling on the spot. She rushed to stop them and was also abused.
"Later, Yu Ling grew tired of the immortal slave and wanted to throw her to feed the spirit beasts she raised. While dragging her, she was bumped into by the Eastern Divine King. The Eastern Divine King thought Yu Ling had gone too far and was damaging the immortal grace, so he spared the immortal slave's life. He only had someone poison her voice while they treated her, forbidding her to tell anyone about the inside story."
After hearing this, Jiu Zhao felt disgusted and disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
The poisonous hoarseness of the voice is both a warning and a display of absolute power.
Just because the immortal slave can't speak doesn't mean he can't write, or use the simplest secret sound magic to appeal for justice.
The Eastern God King did this to tell her that even if she lived, there would only be darkness and suffering, and no one would care about the life or death of the lowest-level gods.
The murderous intent in Jiu Zhao's heart reached an unprecedented level at this moment.
No wonder in the eyes of Wu Zhu, Wu Jiu and other people who betrayed Sanqingtian, gods are more ugly and fame-seeking than demons.
With the existence of poisonous insects like Yu Ling, I am afraid that sooner or later the heavens will punish us and send the entire immortal race into hell.
There was silence for a while.
Jiu Zhao held the already cold teacup in his hand and bowed his head, saying, "Yingluo, that immortal slave, can you find a way to bring her out of Dongyuan?"
Yingluo neither agreed nor refused:
"Your Highness, the Eastern Divine King's men would periodically go to the Xiannu's residence to keep watch. One of my men was nearly discovered once."
Jiu Zhao is no longer the person who believes that the whole world revolves around him and that people should go through fire and water for him.
She stood in Yingluo's shoes and thought that if Yingluo did this, it might be seen by others as Xihai trying to profit from it. So she said carefully, "Or, or maybe you don't have to show up. Just tell me her identity and where she lives, and I'll send someone—"
"Your Highness, do you think that I am shirking my responsibility because I don't want to stand with you?"
Ying Luo suddenly looked up and interrupted her, "There are actually too many such cases. Not to mention Dongyuan, even in the other three realms, those noble clans never take the lives of immortal slaves and those scattered immortals without status seriously. If you stand up for the two maids today, you will offend many people!
"——I am worried about you!
"You finally returned from Nirvana, and now in the Three Pure Ones Heaven, your reputation is improving. Are you going to shake your position as the crown prince again?
"What's more, even if you wanted to punish Yu Ling, you might report it privately to the Emperor, but the Emperor would suppress the matter due to many concerns."
Yingluo rarely spoke to Jiuzhao in such an intense tone.
At the end of his sigh, he looked into Jiu Zhao's still bright eyes, and with a resignation that was not sure whether it was due to a predetermined fate or an identity that could not be escaped, he lowered his voice, "I also understand the injustice of the world and the injustice of all living beings - but no matter how important things are, compared to Your Highness, they are unimportant.
"I only hope that Your Highness will be well and live a peaceful life."
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