Chapter 201 Chapter 201 "That's enough."...
When Jiu Zhao left, Wu Jiu's expression was no different from when she arrived.
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were gloomy and cautious, like ice that never melts.
He bowed his head slightly, clasped his hands, and uttered the impeccable words: "Respectfully bid farewell to the Emperor."
Jiu Zhao turned around, his robe sleeves fluttering, his back straight.
She could feel the weight of the gaze behind her, deeply imprinted on her, probing and oppressive.
Even when Jiu Zhao stepped out of the door, Wu Jiu still did not look away——
She wasn't sure if her words would stir a single ripple in his heart. Even with boundless magical powers, they weren't omniscient and omnipotent, unable to see into each other's true feelings. They could only navigate the fog and barriers, guessing and moving forward.
The sky in Nanling is still clear.
The sunlight shines under the eaves, so bright that it is a little dazzling.
Jiu Zhao stopped for a moment, without saying goodbye to anyone, and then his figure turned into light dust and disappeared on the spot.
Half an incense stick later, she returned to the Phoenix Clan's charred homeland.
The phoenix fire on the day Wu Shao led his troops in rebellion devoured everything around it.
There were broken walls and a dead silence, and the air was filled with a stale and unpleasant smell.
Jiu Zhao took off his shoes and socks, touched the soles of his feet with his skin, and walked slowly, sensing the remaining vitality deep in the scorched earth.
Black-blue and crimson flames ignited between her left and right fingers. As her palms came together, the power merged into one and was injected into the earth.
The Yin and Yang fires can both reshape life and awaken dead soil.
Wherever the flames pass, the charred black fades away and tender green emerges.
Around the holy land, the sycamore trees that had turned into dead branches sprouted lush green leaves again, rustling in the gusts of wind caused by Jiu Zhao's spell, as if waiting for the arrival of the figure who used to insist on drinking from the sweet spring and staying under the sycamore tree.
Jiu Zhao stood under the tree, also standing in the fire.
She looked at the gnarled and vigorous Phoenix Tree on the high platform, but in her mind she imagined the face of the Mother Goddess who had lived there in her youth.
Blaming the Phoenix Clan for so many years.
She once deeply hated them for their betrayal of the Mother Goddess and for putting her, who shared the same blood, in an embarrassing situation.
Now, love and hate are finally clear.
She was finally able to come to terms with herself.
…
Today is a day off, but Jiu Zhao has no time to spare in the little time he has left.
After finishing the old affairs in Nanling and estimating the time, she went to Xihai to visit Yingluo.
After being resurrected and weak, he was nurtured by the Western God King in the magic weapon of the mermaid tribe, and finally woke up completely a few days ago.
"Imperial Throne!"
He was lying quietly on the cold jade bed, and was very excited to see Jiu Zhao coming. He struggled to get out of bed to greet him.
However, because he had not walked for a long time, his movements were unfamiliar, and he tripped over his left foot and almost fell to the ground.
Jiu Zhao was quick to act and quickly used invisible force to hold him up, thus avoiding another accident.
"No need to be so polite."
Looking at Yingluo's eyes, which were as bright as a newborn puppy, Jiuzhao felt helpless.
She removed the spell and supported him with her hands instead.
She used her eyes to dismiss the people around her, took Yingluo back to the bed, and then went straight to the point, tearing open the collar of the clothes wrapped around her neck.
"Suck it up."
A sliver of snow-white skin was revealed, and coupled with Jiu Zhao's resolute voice, there was no hint of eroticism at all. Ying Luo was stunned, feeling slightly bewildered.
His pupils were rolling, not knowing where to focus.
But at this moment, a sweet and fragrant fragrance slowly penetrated into the nose.
Without any deliberate identification, Yingluo determined almost instantly that the fragrance came from Jiuzhao's skin.
It was different from the rose cream that Jiu Zhao usually used. It was more like sweet nectar, making Ying Luo almost unable to restrain the desire to bury himself in it.
"Emperor, the throne cannot..."
A strong desire surged in his heart, and the young man couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple.
But after having a crush on Jiu Zhao for many years, he has become accustomed to abiding by the rules and dares not overstep the boundaries.
He used up the last of his sanity and tried to look away.
A hand with calloused fingertips pinched his jaw, forcing him to raise his head and look into her eyes.
"Aro, be obedient."
Those eyes were bright red, like a demon or a ghost.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ying Luo completely lost his mind. Following her wishes, he pressed his lips against her delicate neck.
The beast's fangs easily pierced Jiu Zhao's skin, which had removed its defenses.
Gulp, gulp, he sipped her blood which was full of vitality.
Vast energy surged into his limbs and bones, Yingluo's eyes became increasingly blurred, and he exhaled with a breath of extreme satisfaction and trembling.
"ha……"
His cheeks flushed, and when he couldn't breathe any more, he tilted his head and leaned contentedly on Jiu Zhao's shoulder to calm his breathing.
A thin layer of crystal sweat covered her beautiful face, like a gardenia wet with dew in the morning light.
Jiu Zhao half-closed his eyelids, enduring the slight dizziness brought on by the loss of vitality, and murmured, "I'm sorry to have wronged you...but soon, it won't be over."
After a while, Yingluo woke up, realized his loss of composure, and hurriedly stepped back to apologize.
"No problem."
Jiu Zhao pulled up his clothes and said calmly, "Try to use your strength."
Yingluo quickly focused his mind and looked inward.
He found that he was indeed much better. Judging from the purity of his magic power, it was even better than before when he was a celestial being.
However, that power was no longer the water-based magical power he was familiar with. It was neither magical nor demonic, and it was hard to describe.
Yingluo knew that his resurrection was a miracle.
That day in the peach forest, the moment he shook hands with Jiu Zhao, he immediately lost consciousness and did not wake up until his soul returned to his body.
Afterwards, he asked indirectly about the method of resurrecting his father, but he only received a cryptic response.
Yingluo is not stupid. This is obviously what Jiuzhao does not want others to mention.
He would never force Jiu Zhao to do anything he didn't want to do.
For example, at this moment, he also chose to suppress the doubts in his heart and did not ask any more questions.
Now that he has woken up, there is still a lot of time to go. He only hopes to gradually walk to Jiu Zhao's side and melt her heart bit by bit.
The longing for the future flickered in Yingluo's eyes. At this moment, Jiuzhao's voice sounded again, interrupting his thoughts:
"Your birthday is in a few days."
Three thousand years have passed, and she... still remembers his birthday?
Ying Luo subconsciously raised his eyes, his expression somewhat flattered: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, but... it's not my birthday, so why bother..."
"no the same."
Jiu Zhao reached out, brushed his earlobe with his fingertips, and tucked up his hair. "This is to celebrate your new life."
The expression floating between Jiuzhao's eyebrows was very faint, but her movements were so gentle.
Her fingers separated from her skin as soon as they touched, and she took out a brocade box engraved with seal characters from her sleeve.
Yingluo's heart was immediately filled with warmth, and a moving smile appeared on his pale face.
However, Jiu Zhao placed the brocade box in his palm and said casually:
"However, I still want to leave a surprise for you. Why not wait until your birthday to open the brocade box?"
The brocade box contained nothing but half of Jiu Zhao's life force that was split out under the guidance of Qiong Huang.
Enough for Yingluo to live to old age, to have many children and grandchildren, and to live until he gets tired of the immortal life -
She closed her mouth and stopped talking to Yingluo. The second half of her words echoed silently in her heart: By the time your birthday comes, I will have already headed to the Burning Sea to absorb resentment. I guess even if you want to pay me back, you won't have anywhere to find me.
Yingluo had no idea what was on her mind and just smiled and nodded.
His eyes sparkled, brighter than ever before: "Okay, I'll listen to the Emperor!"
He was lucky enough to come back from the dead, and he didn't want to hide some of his feelings anymore.
He took a deep breath, his eyes focused as he gazed deeply into Jiu Zhao's. His voice was slow and firm, "Your Majesty, I... I am enamored with you, and have been for ten thousand years. In the past, I was timid and hesitant, not daring to act rashly. Now, having died once, I realize even more how unpredictable things are. There are some things that, if not spoken in time, may never be spoken again. I know these words may seem bold and presumptuous to you, and I am willing to accept any punishment, but my heart... Heaven and earth can bear witness."
With a snap of fingers, the hall fell into a brief silence.
Jiu Zhao looked at the face that was no longer calm and reserved, but was filled with embarrassment. For some reason, he suddenly felt a pang of pain.
It wasn't just today that she understood Yingluo's feelings.
She had already learned about it from the Western God King long after Yingluo died blocking the sword for her.
After thousands of years of companionship and understanding, her feelings for Yingluo had already soured at a certain moment.
It is definitely not pure friendship, and perhaps it is not love between men and women.
The only thing Jiu Zhao could be sure of was.
If there is anyone who wants to take that step bravely and try hard, it is Yingluo.
She will let go of suspicion, hesitation, uncertainty...
Smile and agree.
What to do.
By then, it was already missed.
But now, it's too late.
Myriad emotions intertwined and finally turned into a hopeless determination.
Jiu Zhao avoided the young man's gaze and uttered a carefully woven lie in a deep voice: "A Luo, thank you for your kindness... Unfortunately, I cannot respond. To master the supreme Yin and Yang Fire, to return from the battles of the Burning Sea, I have given up love, hate, and desire, and will never fall in love with anyone again."
She paused, and continued with that calm yet cruel tone, blessing:
"I hope you...can find someone you truly love in the future."
The light in Yingluo's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the loss and pain flashed extremely clearly, like a candle flickering in the wind.
But he quickly cheered up, forced a smile, and shook his head:
"It doesn't matter. Loving you is my own business, and it always has been. Even if you give up all your emotions, even if you will never fall in love with me in your lifetime, it can't stop my feelings. I will always protect you, no matter what happens, I will stand behind you -
"That's enough."
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