Chapter 91 Chapter 91 “I can hear it all.”
Xingyao didn't stop.
As if she was afraid that Jiu Zhao, who had transformed into a curious baby, would continue questioning her, she left the realm directly.
“…”
Jiu Zhao just had the attitude of not caring about listening to the gossip, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a big reaction.
After a few awkward breaths, she turned to Zhu Yan and complained, "Could it be that this old fairy was deeply heartbroken by a former lover? Otherwise, why would she be like a cat with its fur standing on end after its tail was stepped on? Xingyao has been treating you for so long, and you haven't heard a single word about her past?"
Zhu Yan, with his back to her, tied his belt for a long time.
After the blush of shame from being caught in the act faded from her cheeks, she turned around and replied, "I haven't heard the Immortal mention it."
"That's right. If there really was a bloody love-hate relationship, it would have spread throughout Sanqingtian long ago. It wouldn't be as calm as it is now."
Jiu Zhao didn't dwell on Zhu Yan's words. She rubbed her chin and muttered to herself doubtfully, "Could it be that her old lover wasn't an immortal—just some mortal she met while traveling and collecting herbs in Yunsheng's lifetime?"
"That's hard to say. After all, Xingyao Immortal often stays in Yunsheng's world for hundreds of years."
True to his character, Zhu Yan didn't refute Jiu Zhao. After confirming her assumption, he gently reminded her, "Your Highness, whether Xing Yao's former lover was a deity or a mortal, it seems likely this is a heartbreaking story for her. If she doesn't want to talk about it, it's best not to bring it up."
Jiu Zhao nodded casually: "She has done you a favor. Even if she is really involved with a mortal, I will help her conceal it for the time being."
After all, the decree of heaven states that immortals cannot fall in love with mortals or demons.
If this rumor were to get out, even without evidence, it would be unlikely for Xingyao to be able to leave the world freely in the future.
Recalling this, she added in a low voice, "It's okay if it's a human... As long as you don't fall in love with the demons, it's not a big deal."
Xingyao's love history is just a trivial matter.
There is no need to mention the gossip anymore.
Jiu Zhao turned back and moved closer to help Zhu Yan lift up the loose hair that had fallen from his cheek.
I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but suddenly the young man asked, "Your Highness, do you hate the demons?"
Jiu Zhao raised his neck halfway but stopped slightly.
For no reason, even if you wanted to keep me for a while longer, how could you come up with such a lame topic?
She rolled her eyes coquettishly at him, but Zhu Yan, who was always very good at observing people's expressions, continued to talk to himself, "I don't know who I heard from Yan before, that the gods and demons were created together by the Ancestral Goddess, and they are originally from the same root. The demons are not cruel and bloodthirsty by nature. It's just that the Burning Sea in ancient times was invested with too many inextricable demonic obsessions, which gradually catalyzed them into what they are today.
"If we can dissipate the resentment accumulated over the years in the Burning Sea, the world will no longer need to be divided into gods, demons, evil, and justice.
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
Considering that there was no one else in the realm except them, Jiu Zhao did not interrupt Zhu Yan rashly.
She listened patiently, thinking that Zhu Yan would continue to agree with her opinion that "it's not a big mistake for Xingyao not to love the demons."
Who would have thought that he would utter such rebellious words that disregarded the will of heaven.
Her happy expression of being in love suddenly froze.
After examining Zhu Yan for a moment, he asked, "Where did you hear these irrelevant words?"
"It seems so. I didn't hear anyone mention it, but I probably saw it in some nameless ancient books in Yunsheng's life."
Seeing Jiu Zhao's serious attitude, Zhu Yan immediately showed an apologetic expression, "It was Yan who said the wrong thing, Your Highness, please don't be angry."
"I'm not angry. You didn't spread this news, and you didn't write the book. Why should I be angry with you?"
Their bodies were intertwined, their faces close to each other, as if they were about to kiss.
It always feels a bit strange to discuss business in this situation.
Jiu Zhao stepped back a few steps, came to the closed lattice window, and propped it up with a fork.
The warm sunlight transformed by divine power shone in, dispersing the joyous yet depressing atmosphere in the hall in the blink of an eye.
Jiu Zhao leaned on the windowsill with both hands, pondered for a moment, and spoke to Zhu Yan about his inner thoughts:
"If Wu Shao and the Phoenix Clan hadn't rebelled against Heaven, I might not have hated the Demon Clan so much. In the past, the immortals and demons each occupied the Three Pure Heavens and the Burning Sea, respectively. For hundreds of thousands of years, although there were occasional conflicts, they generally kept to themselves.
"But now, whether it's Wu Shao as the industry master, or——"
She paused, then casually mentioned the name, "It was Lan Qi who succeeded me. They've been preparing for war and are full of ambition. In just ten thousand years, they've already led the demons to provoke several wars. If they want to fight, then let's fight. In my lifetime, I will defeat them until they completely submit and never stir up trouble again! And those Phoenix people who curse and betray my Mother Goddess, I will make them all atone for their sins!"
Looking at the sunlight in the dome, Jiu Zhao's voice was filled with youthful sharpness and indomitable fierceness.
She suppressed the murderous intent and desire to conquer that was surging in her heart, and expressed her ambitions as calmly as possible, but she did not notice Zhu Yan behind her. The expression that silently appeared on Zhu Yan's beautiful face was exactly the same as Xing Yao's when she left.
"Don't tell anyone about these things from now on, okay?"
After finishing expressing his thoughts and looking back, Jiu Zhao's eyes regained the indulgence and tenderness he showed towards his lover.
She couldn't bear to see the sharp part of her body cut Zhu Yan, who had lived in peace for thousands of years.
Seeing Zhu Yan nod silently, she walked over again and kissed his thin lips: "Then I'll go first, you have a good rest."
…
After leaving Changle's fate card, Zhu Yan's sudden mention of the topic of the demon clan reminded Jiu Zhao of another delayed matter.
After indulging in the gentle world for several months, Zhulong disappeared silently in the depths of the spiritual realm.
So much so that Jiu Zhao forgot to call it out to ask about the progress of condensing the submandibular bead.
She returned to Danxuan Palace and made sure that there was no one around before sitting cross-legged on the bed and closing her eyes.
However, the little red dragon that would appear cursing when called in the past, today only appeared reluctantly until Jiu Zhao lost his patience.
Jiu Zhao didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the scales on its body were getting redder.
Especially the fine scales on the dragon's head, which are as red as fire.
He can't be sick, right?
Jiu Zhao felt a chill at the thought that came to his mind subconsciously.
Not to mention whether the demigod will get sick, even if he does, as long as he is still alive, the submandibular bead must be dug out first.
She looked at Zhulong for a moment and asked in a firm voice, "I have fully recovered and can run and jump. How long will it take for your submandibular pearl to heal?"
These days, she had nothing to do, so she read some books that recorded Zhulong's life.
On the one hand, I want to understand the effects of the submandibular bead, and on the other hand, I want to further study how to kill it.
From the tome King Qiongying had collected, she had come to realize that the gap between immortals and gods wasn't simply a matter of power. As long as she hadn't ascended to the status of a Supreme God, she wouldn't be able to completely kill Zhulong, and even its defenses would be difficult to break.
Not to mention removing the submandibular pearl.
The fall of a god comes only from the way of heaven and another god.
Thinking about it this way, her behavior of breaking into the Wu Ri Abyss that day was still reckless.
If he did not rely on the help of thunder punishment, Yingluo and the divine power in his body, he would have died on the spot even with the protection of his natal feather.
After realizing this, Jiu Zhao hated Zhulong's cat-and-mouse teasing even more.
Seeing the Candle Dragon in the spirit platform remained silent for a long time and refused to answer, she used her old trick again, building a wall of spikes around it and slamming it hard, knocking off many of its shiny dragon scales. Then she said, "I know that even if I take your submandibular pearl, you won't really die. At most, you will be seriously injured and need to recuperate for a thousand years. You live in my body now, eating my food and using my things. Why don't you quickly present the pearl to me!"
The scales that Zhulong had finally grown fully became bumpy again after being punished by Jiuzhao.
In fact, the Jiao clan, who have been longing to ascend to become dragons all their lives, has a secret unknown to outsiders.
That is an important criterion for judging whether the female dragon is willing to fall in love when the scales are courting.
Although Zhulong has never thought of finding a female dragon as a partner, due to the influence of the blood in his body, maintaining his scales can be said to be his only hobby.
Different from the last beating that made it furious.
This time, although his heart should have been burning with anger, another scene emerged amid Jiu Zhao's endless scolding.
It is a blind dragon.
Unable to witness it with my own eyes, I can only use the sound and my imagination to fill in the picture that I would never see in my lifetime.
"Slow down, Ayan..."
"Your Highness, I've heard that in Yunsheng's country, women add the character 'Lang' after their partner's name. Would you mind calling me that, too?"
"Hmm, where did you learn these nonsense words? I can't say them out loud..."
"Men also have a nickname for their beloved women. Your Highness, can you guess what it is?"
"You're holding me like this, my brain is so hot that it's about to melt. How can I have the energy to think about anything else..."
"It's 'Niang'... Zhao Niang, my Zhao Niang, has anyone ever called you that?"
"Don't, don't yell in my ear, Zhu Yan, Zhu Yan, I'm afraid I'm going to die here today—"
"Zhao Niang, what should you call me?"
“Ugh—!!”
"Yan Lang, Yan Lang——"
…
If possible, Zhulong would like to give himself a claw.
Or split the skull open, take out the brain, and rinse it clean with a cleansing technique.
But the more it warned itself, the more it warned itself not to fantasize about anything related to the daughter of its enemy.
The conversation between Jiu Zhao and Zhu Yan echoed more clearly in his ears and lingered in his mind.
On that day, in order to eavesdrop on the secrets of the immortals, it took advantage of the flaws in the blood contract and did not actively inform Jiu Zhao. Once the blood contract was established, the blood servant would be able to perceive the outside world through the hearing, vision, smell, touch, and taste of the blood recipient.
Although his eyes were diseased, he could not see clearly outside through Jiuzhao's eyes.
But it lurked in her mind, listening to many conversations that she shouldn't have heard over and over again.
The pair of hands that roamed around and fanned the flames made it stretch its dragon body straight.
When passion overtakes the brain, words that honestly express one's feelings will make its lifeless eyes open wide.
During these three months, Zhulong felt like he was going crazy.
Such torture is not painful, but is more unbearable than any other punishment.
At this moment, it was lying on the hard ground constructed by the spiritual platform, and its body was about to fall apart.
However, his muscles became hard and hot as Jiu Zhao's shrunken figure walked closer.
"Are you dead?"
"Why aren't you talking?"
For the disobedient blood servant, Jiu Zhao doesn't mind summoning the divine whip to teach it the rules.
She raised her arm, exerted force with her fingertips, and the whip tail was about to land on the dragon.
Zhulong suddenly raised his head and met her gaze: "Do you know that I can hear everything you do with Zhu Yan from the Nine-tailed Fox Clan every night?"
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