Chapter 177 Chapter 177 "Including me."
This doesn't sound like something Lan Qi would say.
In other words, ever since they tore off all the fig leaves and "spoke frankly," these words that clearly protect one's shortcomings have become...
It never appeared in Lan Qi's mouth again.
The young people's softening attitude vaguely sends a signal.
Catching this, a certain thought quickly gathered and dissipated in Jiu Zhao's mind like mist.
She maintained a heart-to-heart posture, tightened her grip on Lan Qi's big hand, and blended her breathing with the heartbeat in his chest.
The winding black hair covers the outline of the eyebrows and eyes.
She seemed to be pondering in the shadows. After a moment, she said with some determination, "There's nothing to be nostalgic about as a deity. What I'm nostalgic for are the people and things tied to my identity. Now that they're gone, what else can I hold onto?
"From now on, I will live in the Burning Sea. There are almost no immortals here. If I don't transform into a Karma Clan, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue my cultivation."
"It doesn't matter. Even if you're a mortal without any magical power, with me here, no one can hurt you in the slightest."
The young man who lived under someone else's roof in the past has become like a shattered shadow of an old dream.
Lan Qi's seemingly calm tone revealed the arrogance and confidence of a supreme ruler.
Jiu Zhao pulled his hand away from his palm.
She propped herself up on her elbows, and with her other hand, she lifted her long black hair and brushed it aside, revealing her slender snow-white neck. As soon as she appeared in front of people, the skin near the roots of her hair suddenly glowed brightly, and in the blink of an eye, a phoenix feather that was completely red and without any other color floated on it.
"Look, I still have one life feather left."
Afraid that Lan Qi wouldn't notice in time, she deliberately fiddled with her phoenix feathers twice, curved her eyes, and said to him as if offering a treasure, "It won't be dangerous. Only when all of our natal feathers are consumed will we, the phoenix, truly die."
The Phoenix Clan's natal feathers have never been a secret.
Lan Qi stared at the phoenix feather that looked light and fluttering as it swayed at Jiu Zhao's fingertips.
After all, he is just a container that carries Wu Shao's body and bloodline.
Although he can use the power of true blood, he cannot offer his most precious things to protect it like a real phoenix.
A dull pain started in the same spot at the back of my neck.
Lan Qi averted his eyes and said in a low voice, "Compared to death, the coldness of the karma fire soaking into the body is even more painful... Are you sure you can bear it?"
He had participated in all the most precious lives of Jiu Zhao.
In my impression, Her Highness the Goddess is a delicate, bright, and unrestrained goddess.
But if you fall and break a piece of skin, you will cry out in pain.
Unexpectedly, just as Worry came out of his mouth, Jiu Zhao chuckled nonchalantly, "I've endured the Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment for three thousand years. How could it be as painful as this?"
Lan Qi had nothing to say.
The pain on the back of his neck, which had never had any feathers, became more and more severe.
When he was an immortal, he had seen criminals who committed serious crimes and were punished by thunder.
Erase the distorted faces of those who were screaming in punishment and replace them with Jiu Zhao's face.
With a little imagination, Lan Qi's breathing became stagnant.
Being able to empathize with others in everything is the beginning of falling deeply in love.
He has always avoided looking back at Jiu Zhao's past suffering.
At this moment, his thoughts were out of control, wandering freely. The pain spread from the back of his neck to his bones, blood vessels, and limbs.
Even his soul was growing feelings of pity and sadness.
Lan Qi had no choice but to change the subject: "What did you use the other two for?"
Jiu Zhao pursed his lips and shook his head: "You don't want to know."
She seemed to be embarrassed as an adult facing an embarrassing incident in her youth. She rolled over and sat up, leaning against Lan Qi's hand.
The two are no longer close.
"I know it even if you don't tell me."
The young man had no intention of stopping even though his chest had lost its source of warmth.
He opened his palm and pinned Jiuzhao's wrist upside down on the bed. Like a hunting leopard, he pushed the prey to the edge of the bed.
"Go ahead and tell me everything."
The breath sprayed on Jiu Zhao's nose. She raised her eyes slightly and met the young man's eyes which were full of complex and dark thoughts.
“…”
A sense of crisis that he would be torn apart and eaten if he didn't tell the truth surged in his heart. Jiu Zhao hunched his shoulders and began to confess everything.
“The natal feathers used during the battle against Zhulong were good, at least they saved Yingluo’s life.
"It was made into a gift and intended for Fuxu, but it wasn't given away and I ruined it. Now that I think about it, it's such a pity.
"At that time, I just felt that I could live for love and die for love... There was no point in keeping something that my loved one didn't care about."
Her long eyelashes drooped, blocking the view of each other, as if she was feeling lonely and didn't want anyone to know.
Jiu Zhao extended half of her tongue, licked her dry lips, and concluded, "My marriage with Fuxu was not harmonious. Ultimately, he wasn't at fault. It's just that I believe love requires loyalty and faithfulness, and I can't accept having three husbands and four concubines—and he believes that responsibility comes first in his position."
...What a hypocrite.
A deep contempt for Fuxu flashed in Lan Qi's eyes.
It sounds like a righteous statement, but in fact there are only two truths.
One type does not have much emotion and is just motivated by some agenda.
The other type is someone who appears magnanimous in words, but if that day really comes, he will become a jealous husband with a lot of resentment behind his back.
"It's not your fault."
He labeled Fuxu a hypocrite, then softened his tone to comfort Jiuzhao, "He's your husband. Why would he force you like any other outsider? He should find a way to solve your problem, not say something that doesn't make you sad."
Following Jiu Zhao's arm upwards, he slowly stroked her delicate face, which was so close to him: "Fu Xu or Zhu Yan, they are both flattering and irresponsible, and they are all bad to you... Ying Luo is more acceptable, but it's hateful that he always used his status as a woman to try to take advantage of you in the past.
“Fortunately, he died too.
"You fool, if someone is kind to you, you should repay them with gratitude, even at the cost of your life.
“You have to figure out their purpose.
"Even if I truly love you without expecting anything in return, who says that people can't be completely selfish, only seeking to gain and refusing to give?"
The loving gaze moved from the trembling eyelashes to the unconsciously half-open lips.
Just like wanting to touch Jiu Zhao's hair, Lan Qi suddenly wanted to lean over and kiss her -
Kiss away her vulnerability.
Kiss away her fragility.
It would be better to pass on some of your own hardness, coldness and ruthlessness to her to protect her from the hatred and sorrow from the outside world.
"From now on, no matter who you are dealing with, you must leave room for others, understand?"
Finally, Lan Qi's kiss fell on Jiu Zhao's forehead. He rubbed her nose tip and asked gently but without allowing her to dodge.
It felt a little itchy.
Jiu Zhao couldn't help but shrink his neck and chuckle at this occasion that should have been treated seriously: "Including you?"
"Including me."
Lan Qi said this seriously, then stretched out his arms and hugged her.
In order to maintain Ye Zun's face and not lose face too much.
He felt the fragrance and softness of Jiu Zhao and added urgently, "You should understand that you are only useful to me if you are alive."
Jiu Zhao didn't say anything else.
After a few seconds of silence, two arms brushed the young man's back and gently pressed him towards them.
The gap in my heart was immediately filled with flowing warmth.
The gap of thousands of years seemed to disappear in this moment of embrace.
…
He suppressed the joy that was surging through his limbs and bones and let out a silent breath.
Lan Qi thought:
Even if Zhu Yan threatened to defect to the Immortal Clan tomorrow, he would never let Jiu Zhao leave and be with him.
He wants to kill Zhu Yan.
Kill Fuxu.
Kill everyone who has ever let her down.
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