Chapter 5 Chapter 5 "How dare you be so insolent towards me!"...
Jiu Zhao also felt that the heat was a little strange.
This heat was not caused by her body being burned by divine power or demonic energy.
It's more like some kind of flame flowing out of the body, eager to dissolve something or ignite something.
Jiu Zhao became increasingly at a loss as to what to do.
Forced to do so, she opened her eyes, trying to divert her attention away from the fiery shackles.
However, the scene after regaining his vision made Jiu Zhao hold his breath in fear.
At some point, the seriously injured and unconscious Fuxu opened his eyes and stared at a certain part of her face.
He seemed to be suffering from the torment of the strange fire as well. His handsome face was flushed, and his thin lips, which usually looked light in color, were also red.
The overly direct gaze seemed to be the embodiment of desire, adding an unprecedented level of aggressiveness.
Jiu Zhao's scalp felt numb, but at the same time, his calves, which were sitting cross-legged, felt weak.
She didn't know whether to look back at Fuxu and force herself to maintain her composure, or to turn away and avoid looking at him. She hesitantly said, "You're awake..."
Jiu Zhao's words received no response.
After waiting for a moment, she had no choice but to raise her eyes again.
Only then did he realize that what Fuxu had been staring at from beginning to end was actually his lips.
The unspoken meaning in this made Jiu Zhao feel even more ashamed. Her voice, as thin as a mosquito's, rose to a higher pitch: "W-Where are you looking at?!"
Fuxu remained silent.
Jiu Zhao's coquettish voice drifted into his ears, and his dazed pupils suddenly became focused. The arms that had been gathered together stretched out, accurately grasping Jiu Zhao's fingers as they formed a formation—a larger hand, that of an adult male. He tightly wrapped Jiu Zhao's left hand in his palm, his nails scratching between the fingers, sometimes closing the knuckles, and sometimes caressing the sensitive skin of the palm.
When has Jiu Zhao ever been treated like this?
The hand wasn't very strong, but she couldn't escape no matter how hard she struggled.
It's not like we didn't practice together five hundred years ago—
At that time, Fuxu was so well-behaved that there was hardly any unnecessary eye contact.
What happened to him today?
As she was puzzled, a sense of absurdity that Fu Xu had gone crazy emerged in her mind.
Jiu Zhao's momentary distraction caused Fu Xu's dissatisfaction.
He put his palm upwards, reached into the wide sleeves, and touched Jiu Zhao's trembling forearm all the way, and then pulled her towards him. As Jiu Zhao screamed and clung to his body, he leaned forward with his chest and pressed her down on the carved railing beside the bed.
The clothes and quilts were intertwined, some were black and some were red.
The colors are crushed together like two entangled long snakes.
The formation that they cultivated together was broken.
The red barrier around was still faithfully playing its role of blocking out sound and sense.
Jiu Zhao was unable to exert any strength and was unable to notify Zhu Ying who was guarding outside the palace. He could only look at Fu Xu's face hanging above him in shame and panic.
As slow as she was, she also noticed Fuxu's abnormality at this moment.
His star-like eyes were no longer as clear and calm as usual. Like the lowest demons in the Burning Sea, he acted entirely on instinct.
Even if he was seriously injured, he would never be able to fight against him in terms of strength.
Jiu Zhao swallowed nervously, and his half-open mouth was already dry from the burning passion.
What's worse is that, apart from her rationality, there is also a voice in her heart that is clamoring for Fuxu.
If this continues.
Maybe today, on this bed—
Jiu Zhao sneered with a glimmer of hope: "You, don't you hate me?"
"What are you doing now?"
"Kissing a disgusting woman, I wonder how you'll feel when you finally wake up?!"
Jiu Zhao dragged out the last syllable of her accusation, trembling timidly. After stripping off the awe-inspiring and glorious coat of Sanqing Tianshen Ji, she fell into Fuxu's arms, and the stubbornness in her words was more like the reluctant and willing interest in bed.
Fu Xu, who turned a deaf ear to her, easily took advantage of the size difference and grabbed her wrists with one hand and lifted them above his head, while his lower body firmly pressed down her kicking legs, as if he had finally found the mortise and tenon that he had been searching for for a long time and could become one with her.
Just as those thin lips were about to fall, Jiu Zhao closed his eyes tightly and said resolutely, "Don't make me hate you even more!"
This sentence is just a last attempt.
The raging fire of passion was about to consume his entire mind.
Jiu Zhao didn't have any complex about leaving her body to the one she loved.
Thousands of years ago, out of curiosity, she had her first attempt with Lan Qi, who had not yet fallen into demonism and had not yet become her fiancé.
If it must happen, being able to absorb some of his divine power wouldn't be such a bad thing...
Desire overwhelmed reason, and Jiu Zhao's heart vaguely emerged with fallacies to convince himself.
However, the imagined scene never came.
After the empty threat came out of her mouth, Fuxu simply suppressed her and did not take the next step.
Jiu Zhao's body softened, and she couldn't tell whether her actions were a resistance or a flattery, and she rubbed his clothes uncomfortably.
Get out of here now.
Don't go.
Two contradictory commands rolled back and forth in the back of her throat.
Just when she was about to lose her resistance, she suddenly felt a chill on her skin not covered by the cloth.
When he came to his senses, the Changle life plate that had been hung around his neck by the Mother Goddess since he was born and had never left his body for tens of thousands of years had left his chest.
The sound of water followed closely behind.
What did Fuxu do...
Sparks suddenly exploded in Jiu Zhao's mind.
To be able to make such a sound, he, he put the life plate engraved with the phoenix into his mouth.
Jiu Zhao had never heard of such intimate behavior.
"Fuxu, you..."
Even without a mirror, she knew her face was very red, and the sound of resistance she made was as weak as the rippling of spring water.
Biting a corner of the life plate, the unrestrained god lowered his eyes and stared at her.
If there is a real sight that penetrates the skin and shines into the soul, it will only take a moment for the fire of love to completely burn the heartstrings.
Jiu Zhao couldn't help but raise her neck, trying to capture his lips.
Just before their lips touched, a divine power as cool as a cold spring suddenly surged into her mind, dissipating most of the dizzying heat at the mere sight.
Tears welled up on his wet and red lower eyelids. Jiu Zhao opened his eyes hazily. In the blurry world, he saw that Fu Xu still held the life token in his mouth. The restriction on it was urgently triggered. The endless divine power emanating from within repelled the passion and protected himself.
She regained consciousness, but Fuxu was still the same.
I don’t know if his brain was controlled by the evil fire, but he seemed to mistake the life plate for Jiu Zhao, and his thin lips kept kissing and biting it.
Jiu Zhao stared intently for two moments, feeling both ashamed and angry. He used all his strength to break free from Fu Xu's grip with his right hand and raised it high.
Bang!
After a very crisp and loud slap, Fuxu's face was tilted to the side.
Jiu Zhao urged the power of the life card to cool Fuxu's feverish mind while scolding him, "How dare you be so presumptuous to me!"
Actions always speak louder than words.
Under the dual effects of divine power and pain, Fuxu's dark and dilated pupils showed a glimmer of clarity.
"Your Highness the Divine Princess..."
He whispered Jiu Zhao's title, his limbs felt heavy and he couldn't lift them up, so he could only stagger backwards.
"I'm glad you're awake. I have a score to settle with you!"
Jiu Zhao's chest heaved up and down, and she gasped for breath. However, when Fuxu's body temperature was completely away from her body, she wanted to scold him a few more times, but suddenly she saw a green light coming out of Fuxu's palm, and then he put his fingers together like a knife and stabbed them into her lower left abdomen.
“!!”
"Fuxu, what are you doing?!"
If I stop seducing her, will I start hurting myself?
Jiu Zhao didn't even have time to catch his breath, his throat was shaking with fear.
Blood spurted out, Fu Xu groaned, the blush on his face half faded, but his expression was very calm.
He leaned against the other corner of the bed and urged, "I dare not trouble Your Highness with my injuries. This time, I was unconscious and could not stop it. Your Highness, please do not act on your own initiative again in the future. Now, while I am awake through my own injuries, Your Highness, please quickly remove the barrier and leave."
I was kind enough to help him heal his injuries.
He almost forced himself.
Now that he has recovered, he has not apologized with a trace of shame, and even dares to speak sarcastically with a sullen face—
Jiu Zhao raised his finger and pointed at Fu Xu, praising him repeatedly. "What do you mean by acting on your own? I think the words 'one-sided wish' are what you really mean! Do you think I saved you because I can't forget my old feelings for you? It's all just a matter of following my father's orders—"
"Fuxu, don't take yourself too seriously!"
After a scolding, she removed the barrier, without even putting on her shoes, and ran out angrily with her skirt lifted up.
Fu Xu looked at her back and tried to say something, but another mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his lips and he fainted uncontrollably.
…
The palace door opened and closed, and the barefoot Jiu Zhao appeared in front of Zhu Ying.
Zhu Ying caught a glimpse of the lingering aura of He Xiu around her disheveled clothes.
"Your Highness—"
Before he could finish the rest of his words, Zhu Ying suddenly saw through the gap between Jiu Zhao's body and the palace door, and saw a scene in the palace where the bed was covered in blood.
"What's going on?"
Everything is too scary.
Even someone as calm as Zhu Ying couldn't help but have his eyes shaken.
Jiu Zhao bit her lower lip and said nothing. She walked away from him and walked back to the main hall where she lived.
They couldn't afford to offend either side, but Fuxu, who was clearly dying, was more seriously injured. Zhu Ying quickly summoned the maids and immortal officials to the side hall to treat Fuxu, and strictly ordered them not to reveal a single word of what they had seen in the hall today to the outside world.
Only after dealing with Fuxu's matter did he devote all his attention to Jiuzhao.
When he pushed the door and entered the main hall of Changxi, the rare treasures on the museum shelves had already been smashed by Jiuzhao.
When his eyes fell on the inkstone she held high in her hand, Zhu Ying repeatedly stopped her, "Your Highness, don't! That's a silver inkstone given to you by the Divine Emperor!"
Jiu Zhao glanced at him gravely, then remembered that it was indeed true. He tossed the precious inkstone aside, his face still showing anger: "Who allowed you to wear women's clothes and change your voice back to a man's? You're neither male nor female, and you don't think you're disgusting!"
"I am the commander of the immortal officials of Your Highness, and everything I do is for Your Highness's pleasure."
"It's okay to be neither gloomy nor cheerful. If this funny attitude can help His Highness to relieve his mood, then it will be worth it."
Zhu Ying doesn't care about Jiu Zhao's evaluation of him.
Thinking back to when he obeyed the order of the God Emperor and came to Jiu Zhao to take on the duty of guarding her, and Jiu Zhao forced him to transform into a woman and appear in front of others on the grounds that it was inconvenient for a man to serve closely, he was mentally prepared for Jiu Zhao's willful and naughty behavior and he didn't want to argue with her about anything.
However, the method that always worked in the past unexpectedly failed today.
"I don't have the patience to listen to your nonsense!"
Jiu Zhao's eyes were filled with coldness as he blurted out the command, "Go and pass on this palace's decree. Tell Fuxu to go back to Pimeng Palace and never set foot in this palace's Heaven of Separation again. I will go see the Father God and ask him to remove the Qi Kuo Jue between this palace and Fuxu!"
Zhu Ying's voice changed back to a female one, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. "Your Highness, I see that the left abdomen of the Fuxu God is bleeding profusely, with new and old wounds mixed together. If we move rashly at this moment, I'm afraid our life will be in danger—"
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Even if he dies, he must die outside Changxi Palace!"
After a resolute roar, a red light burst out from Jiu Zhao's palm, and his life weapon began to take shape.
The long whip imbued with sharp immortal arts pointed at Zhu Ying. Her eyebrows raised as she spoke word by word, "If you still recognize me as your master, then you will obey my orders and drive Fu Xu out of Lihentian. Otherwise, I will not spare either of you!"
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