Chapter 94 Chapter 94 "Since you want it, I'll give it to you."...
"Why did you come out? There are so many people outside. Can't I go in—"
Are you going?
Before Jiu Zhao finished the last two words, a string in his mind suddenly tightened.
Only a blood servant with a torso can come out of the spirit platform.
Coming out of the spiritual platform means that the submandibular bead can finally be taken out.
“!!”
Good things come in pairs. I now have an idea of how to deal with Wu Zhu.
It will automatically come to your door, offering its last bit of value.
Jiu Zhao suppressed his inner excitement and acted cautiously.
She unleashed a sound-isolating immortal power barrier, sealing the entire chamber inside and out. Wu Zhu's slightly mocking voice echoed in her mind again: "Why waste all this time? Master, have you forgotten that as long as you don't want others to see the blood servant?"
"You don't even need to tell me that."
This time, Jiu Zhao did not feel guilty about being discovered to be uneducated.
She attended classes during the day and studied at night, working diligently for decades, always bearing in mind her duties as the crown prince. She had already made up for the lessons she had missed, and she had even studied the contents of the blood contract over and over again, reciting them by heart.
The blood contract states that those of lower status are blood servants and are controlled by those of higher status. There cannot be a reverse contract, otherwise there may be a risk of overthrow.
Jiu Zhao knew this.
Back then, he relied on half of his divine power to force Wu Zhu to sign a contract without knowing why.
Over the years, as her body and strength recovered, Wu Zhu's divine power gradually grew stronger. She had always been wary of it, and now the book in her hand pointed out a clear path to eliminate this hidden danger. Jiu Zhao was delighted.
She closed the book, hid it in the storage ring, turned around and rolled her eyes at Wu Zhu, urging it to come out quickly.
…
But it was it that said it wanted to come out, and it was also it that hesitated and never showed up after getting Jiu Zhao's permission.
"If you don't come out, I will use the divine whip to 'welcome' you out."
Dealing with Wu Zhu didn't require any thought. Jiu Zhao gritted his fangs and used his usual threatening methods.
But I didn't expect to receive a slightly embarrassed reply from the other party: "What's the rush?"
Not long after Wu Zhu finished speaking, Jiu Zhao's spiritual altar, which had been occupied by foreign objects for a long time, seemed to be mostly empty.
A red light similar to her immortal energy was projected along her forehead onto the open space in front of her.
In the center of the glow, the slender body that resembled a dragon and a snake gradually became shorter and thicker.
In less than half an incense stick of time, it condensed into the appearance of a young man.
From the moment he met Wu Zhu, Jiu Zhao knew it was a sinful dragon. The biggest difference was that its appearance was sometimes big and sometimes small.
Because he had never seen a human body, Jiu Zhao only regarded it as an animal with magical powers but no humanity.
Now that she had a closer look, she realized that Wu Zhu's human-like appearance was somewhat bewitching.
Black hair and red eyes.
Because of the half demonic blood in his body, there was an unconcealable beast horn standing on the right side of his smooth forehead. The left side was broken off by Jiu Zhao in his early years and could never grow back. Only a small bit of broken hard root remained.
She has long eyebrows, phoenix eyes and a straight nose.
The most eye-catching thing was the red beauty mole on her lower lip.
This gave him an indescribable sexiness besides the handsomeness of an adult man.
Jiu Zhao said nothing, and looked Wu Zhu carefully from head to toe.
Judging from his appearance alone, this sinful dragon does have the potential to arouse the hearts of young girls.
But those eyes, maybe because of blindness, were completely dull.
Coupled with the murderous aura that could not be concealed when he walked, sat or lay down, he felt an inexplicable hostility.
Jiu Zhao looked at the two phoenix totems engraved on his pupils as the symbol of the blood contract, and suddenly felt that the patterns that were originally burning like flames seemed to be completely extinguished under the suppression of his dark and gloomy pupils, revealing an ominous aura.
"Why isn't the master talking?"
The memories of Wu Zhu from ten thousand years ago, when he was still not blind, still remain in his mind, traceable in patches.
Although his mother gave birth to him, she did not recognize him as her son and never cared about his life or death.
In order to protect himself, he smeared his face with mud and dust since he was a child, so as to stay away from his hypocritical and clean peers.
But he was never spared from bullying, beatings and scolding.
One time, he was tied up by magic and forced to kneel in a rainstorm all night. The next day, when the leader of the evil team, a woman of noble status, came to inspect the results, she accidentally saw his face washed clean by the rain. She was amazed and suddenly became malicious.
"Hey, little bitch, if you follow me and become my male lover, I will protect you from now on and let you hold your head high. How about that?"
Wu Zhu couldn't quite remember how he answered her.
He seemed to smile, and then spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and tooth fragments in her face.
From then on.
The insults doubled and the beatings escalated.
The variety of moves also changed from simple and rough punches and kicks to sharp needles, iron plates, ropes...
After failing to ascend to godhood and becoming a demigod, Wu Zhu felt as if his brain had been smashed.
The world before his eyes was always half black and white, half colorful, half cold, and half warm. He watched Sanqingtian's past with cold eyes like a stranger. Normal joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness only existed in the new life that began after he arrived at the Burning Sea.
However, putting aside these messy memories, since I am valued by such a discerning female fairy, I must be good-looking, right?
Even though he couldn't make direct eye contact with Jiu Zhao, Wu Zhu could feel that Jiu Zhao's eyes were always on him thanks to his other pair of "divine consciousness" eyes, and he felt a little proud for some reason.
He wanted more and more to get a silent answer from Jiu Zhao.
But suddenly I heard the sound of someone undressing.
Wu Zhu: “?”
What? Was she possessed by that female fairy from that year?
His expression suddenly became alert and he took a step back, his hands tightly grasping his robe.
Jiu Zhao didn't know what Wu Zhu was thinking.
She was just curious, could the red color of the dragon's scales affect the skin color when it transformed into a human?
Otherwise, why did that dead dragon's face look inexplicably red again...
After the rustling sound, Jiu Zhao untied the palm-wide silk ribbon around her waist, wrapped it around her fingers, and walked towards him step by step.
"You, don't come back, I turned into a human body, but not to serve you——"
God knows why General Wu Zhu, invincible and fearless even of death, would retreat step by step under the increasingly strong rose scent as Jiu Zhao approached. He spoke incoherently, his mind filled with thoughts of exploiting loopholes, breaking the restrictions set by Jiu Zhao, and eavesdropping on their lovemaking.
“…”
When there was only a solid wall behind him and he had nowhere to retreat, Jiu Zhao stood in front of Wu Zhu.
She cursed him under her breath, then grabbed the front of his collar and forced him to bend down and submit to her.
Even so, it is still not enough.
"Why are you so tall if you don't have anything to do..."
She curled her lips and complained about Wu Zhu unscrupulously. She stood on tiptoe, grabbed the two ends of the silk ribbon in her palm, crossed it around the back of his head, adjusted the position back and forth, and after making sure that the silk material tightly covered the young man's blind eye, she tied a knot with satisfaction.
The silk ribbon is made of the Piaoyun silkworms from Nanling. It takes a hundred years to weave one piece. It feels as light as a feather when worn on the body.
However, due to his blindness, the area around Wu Zhu's eyelids is very sensitive.
The precious silk material slid left and right over his eyelids, feeling cool, smooth, numb, and slightly itchy - even though Jiu Zhao's actions towards him were not gentle, it could still be said to be the most wonderful experience Wu Zhuren had ever had until now.
His eyelashes trembled unconsciously.
I was suddenly confused by the sudden throbbing.
What a strange emotion, one I have never experienced before, that can paralyze a beating heart.
It makes people feel afraid, but they can't help but yearn for it——
Wu Zhu focused all his attention and was about to analyze it in detail, but Jiu Zhao quickly withdrew his hands and left his side.
She left.
The rose scent that was so rich that it could surround people was also gone.
Only those that linger on the corners of my eyes remain.
"Now that you're out, can you give me the submandibular pearl?"
After touching Wu Zhu's body, Jiu Zhao clapped his hands in disgust.
The sudden crisp sound brought Wu Zhu back to his senses.
Although he did not understand the reason for the physical and mental excitement, he had heard Wu Shao say that those who could not control their impulses would only end up in failure.
Now that I have come out, I must not die in obscurity.
We must release Wu Shao, overthrow Si Chen, and turn Sanqingtian upside down!
The simplest and most brutal way to make people return to sobriety from an impulsive state is to...
Having made up his mind, Wu Zhu said calmly, "I'm not like some of the lackeys of the Three Pure Ones who make promises to others and then go back on their word."
As he spoke, he changed his hands into claws, and the claws stretched and bent, emitting a scorching divine light.
It's been a while since I heard Wu Zhu suddenly show off his eloquence.
When Jiu Zhao came to his senses, he should have pulled out the divine whip and warned him not to talk nonsense.
But he suddenly aimed his claws at the flesh between the jaw and the neck, and dug in fiercely without any preparation.
With a "puff", blood and flesh splattered.
The scattered blood even hit the silk ribbon that Jiu Zhao had just tied for him.
White covering, red blood.
The ferocious beast, which had finally subdued its edge, turned back into the sinful god Shura who killed immortals like crazy.
Jiu Zhao's embroidered satin shoes, which unconsciously stuck out from the hem of her skirt, were also stained a little.
The pure white core of the flower was stained with blood, turning into several clusters of bright red.
Jiu Zhao's stunned gaze moved from the tip of his shoe up to Wu Zhu again.
Then she nearly screamed.
Fortunately, Wu Zhu was quick to cover her mouth with his other clean hand.
In the torn and blurred flesh, a dazzling and beautiful gem is tightly connected to the veins that transport blood.
"Master, do you like it?"
Wu Zhu gasped in pain, his voice intermittent.
As the pale lips opened and closed, the flesh on the gaping jaw trembled, as if a second strange mouth had appeared on the body.
He felt better.
The intense pain overwhelmed the body's excitement, and although weak, his mind finally regained clarity.
Ignoring the astonishment that appeared in Jiu Zhao's wide eyes, he fiddled with his body as if he were a tool.
Peel off the flesh and tear the veins.
He took out the priceless gem.
Without any reluctance, he stuffed it into Jiu Zhao's hands:
"If you want it, I'll give it to you."
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