Chapter 99 Chapter 99 "Seeking Death!"
In the process of changing directions and trying, Moxue finally found the obsession hidden deep in her heart.
It is a kind of self-loathing that exists from birth.
He hated being accused of killing the Mother Goddess.
Disgusted with absorbing the Father God's own cultivation, but not becoming the crown prince that made him proud.
Hate the mediocrity of being unable to change the status quo.
I hate the cowardice that prevents me from being decisive in killing.
I hate myself for who I am today.
…
The devil's blood penetrated into Jiu Zhao's obsession, and after being stimulated by Wu Zhu's words, it gave birth to the real inner demon.
The inner demon pollutes the pure and flawless immortal body, and also provides a nutritious and suitable soil for the demon blood to take root.
Wu Zhu finally completed his counterattack.
The blood contract was still the same blood contract, but it was no longer something that could be easily severed by Jiu Zhao forcing out the essence and blood hidden in his body.
The identities of the blood giver and the blood receiver are confused here. Wu Zhu uses the devil's blood to continuously catalyze Jiu Zhao's inner demons. When the devil in her consciousness grows stronger, he can turn the tables, overwhelm Jiu Zhao's own will, and in turn control her to do things she doesn't want to do.
React to the present moment.
As soon as he thought about it, the blood contract obeyed his wishes and established translucent blood vessels between the two people's bodies. Through these tentacle-like veins, he silently devoured some of Jiu Zhao's strength, and his seriously injured and critical condition immediately improved a lot.
Jiu Zhao witnessed all of this with his own eyes.
"Wu Zhu, how dare you!!"
She was so furious that she almost went crazy. She rushed over and tore it with her hands and kicked it with her feet.
He continuously condensed various spells, bombarded the blood vessels that transmitted the immortal power, and even attacked Wu Zhu.
The result is still useless.
The constraints of the blood contract also took effect on her. She could not touch it, let alone stop it.
He could only watch Wu Zhu's deathly pale face gradually regain its color under the nourishment of the same fire source.
His blind pupils "met" her gaze, without light, brightness, or emotion.
Unable to detect any changes in his eyes, Jiu Zhao felt more and more sarcastic and mocking.
...I was actually fooled by a blind dragon.
The blind man actually took the initiative again and again.
Jiu Zhao's hands were shaking.
After launching another futile attack on Wu Zhu, the newly born inner demon, like a thread, grew thicker due to the intense burning anger.
no.
This won't work.
The more you indulge in this state of mind, the more you will fulfill Wu Zhu's wishes.
All negative emotions are nutrients for the inner demon. Once she grows to a certain level, it will be easier for Wu Zhu to control her.
He must have been waiting for such an opportunity to completely occupy his own body, then refine it into the Nirvana Phoenix Fire, and go out to shake up the world.
...We must not let this happen.
Jiu Zhao forced herself to calm down. The blood-red veins winding out of her body were too annoying, so she simply closed her eyes and crossed her legs to meditate.
Mistakes have been made.
Can't make a bigger mistake.
If you think about it carefully, the unbreakable blood contract is a double-edged sword. Since Wu Zhu wants to control her through her inner demons, as long as he can eliminate her inner demons or restore his determination, he might be able to maintain the situation where she is in power and Wu Zhu has to obey and be loyal to her.
Also, there was the matter of Father God being poisoned.
There is no way to verify the authenticity at the moment, so just don't believe it.
Consider it a lie woven by Wu Zhu, whose purpose is to turn himself into a complete puppet, or to make him perish in the Phoenix Tree.
After comforting himself, Jiu Zhao simply recited the Qingxin Jue silently.
Sure enough, as long as strong negative emotions are no longer generated, the inner demon will no longer expand restlessly and will slowly lie dormant.
She continued her efforts, intending to spread all the immortal consciousness in her spiritual altar and integrate it into the omnipresent primordial fire, exploring them, learning them, and feeling their trajectory between heaven and earth, so as to complete nirvana as soon as possible and break through the confinement of the Phoenix Tree.
Seeing that Jiu Zhao no longer cooperated with him, Wu Zhu, who had recovered a little, was unwilling to be outdone and continued to speak in her mind.
With the help of the devil's blood, he read the most superficial information remaining in Jiu Zhao's memory, and then took the lead in transforming into the appearance of the God Emperor.
"Zhao'er, it seems like your father has seen your Mother Goddess."
The voice was exactly the same as the God Emperor's, whispering words that made Jiu Zhao's heart skip a beat.
The tone was sometimes high, sometimes low, and the voice was sometimes far away, sometimes near. It sounded like a madman who had fallen into hysteria and gone crazy:
"Zhao'er, open your eyes and look. Your Mother Goddess is right there—
"She was smiling at me. She asked me if Zhao'er had grown up after not seeing him for so many years.
"Zhao'er, it's so good that she's really back—
"It's right in front of you. Open your eyes and let the Mother Goddess take a good look at you. See what you've become when you grow up—"
When he said "right in front of you", Jiu Zhao's eyelashes were brushed by a breath, as if there was really someone hanging just a few feet away and breathing gently.
The overly realistic perception from the outside world made her feel creepy.
I can only speed up the recitation of Qingxin Jue and repeatedly tell myself that nothing is real.
"Zhao'er, don't you want the Father God and the Mother God anymore?
“If you don’t open your eyes, your Mother Goddess will disappear.
"Jiuzhao, I won't let her leave. Open your eyes quickly—
"Why are you so cruel? It's all your fault. You killed your mother!"
From "Zhao'er" to "Jiu Zhao", the simulated loving tone was turned into a tearful and shrill cry amidst the repeated questioning.
Wu Zhu stabbed precisely at the most painful spot.
Jiu Zhao's heart couldn't help but twitch violently.
She couldn't help but think that the physical pain inflicted by the thunder punishment that day, if replaced by an equal amount of mental torture, would be no more than this.
But she still clenched her teeth, did not speak, and refused to open her eyes.
Do not react to Wu Zhu's confusion.
…
I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like I was tired of this game of making fun of Jiu Zhao’s pain.
Wu Zhu was silent.
Jiu Zhao slowly spread out his hands, his skin was covered with bloody marks from his nails, and his palms were covered with a layer of crystal cold sweat.
She had no joy of victory.
Before the tense atmosphere showed any sign of relaxation, another voice came to my ears.
"Zhao Niang."
Looking around the world, there is only one person who would call her by this name.
They used to be together day and night, whispering in each other's ears.
He and she have a relationship that is deep in blood and skin to skin.
But he would never appear here.
Everywhere he looked, he saw blazing flames, yet Jiuzhao's brows were frozen with a coldness like frost.
Wu Zhu, who transformed into Zhu Yan's appearance, became more and more outrageous.
He used the memories he read to construct in Jiuzhao's mind the life of the two of them living in the Changle fate card.
In order to make it more realistic, he approached Jiu Zhao silently.
At this moment, the real dragon turned into a gloomy and cold-blooded snake.
He hovered beside Jiuzhao, imitating Zhu Yan's words and actions. He reached out and gently stroked Jiuzhao's long hair, put one arm around her slender waist, bent down her neck, and called "Zhao Niang" over and over in her ear in a gentle, slightly hoarse tone.
Phoenix feathers can only provide the most basic cover.
When Wu Zhu's hands brushed across her exposed skin, her body instinctively trembled.
The scene deep in the spiritual platform also became vivid and colorful.
She was used to Zhu Yan's hands, Zhu Yan's lips, and every part of Zhu Yan.
As the contact deepened, her nails dug into her palms harder and harder, using the pain to resist the beauty that shouldn't be here.
suddenly.
Her clenched fists were stretched open by an irresistible force.
The hot breath lingering on the neck disappeared in an instant.
Zhu Yan said in a tone of surprise and pity: "Zhao Niang, you are injured!"
Jiu Zhao was distracted by the fight against the strange power and was eager to curl up his palm again.
Those crescent-shaped bloodstains symbolized that she could not calm her mind and could only rely on pain to maintain clarity of mind.
The vision is blocked and the real situation outside cannot be seen.
In addition, all senses become infinitely sensitive.
I don’t know if Wu Zhu used some other power, but Jiu Zhao felt that his fingers were firmly grasped by him and he couldn’t move.
Unable to curl up to cover the marks, Jiu Zhao bit her lips and tried to pull her hands back from his fingers.
The rustling of fabric intensified, and the pulling between the two became increasingly intense.
Suddenly, Zhu Yan, who was immersed in pleasure, seemed to be startled and looked up.
One person is inside, one person is outside, looking at each other.
He was there, looking at himself.
Wu Zhu was also there, looking at him.
…
Wu Zhu is a cunning, cold-blooded, blind dragon. How could he have such a dog-like eye for me?!
Jiu Zhao understood that the chilling feeling that rats felt when being targeted by hunters was another illusion he created using the magic blood.
She used every word she could think of to humiliate Wu Zhu repeatedly in Lingtai.
In this way, the other party, whose dignity has been challenged, is hoped to be so angry that he can no longer maintain the illusion of Zhu Yan.
But "Zhu Yan" still looked at her quietly.
In his naked arms, he held another "Jiu Zhao".
"Jiu Zhao" lifted his legs, his toes painted with bright red nail polish swayed, and his snow-white soles rubbed against his half-bent back.
"Yan Lang, why did you stop?
"What are you looking at?"
It turns out that I, who am tough by nature, can also have such charming eyes and a voice like the soft green waves of spring.
Jiu Zhao didn't dare to look again.
The moment he looked away, Zhu Yan stared at her and lowered his head.
“——!!”
A muffled groan escaped from the corner of Jiu Zhao's lips, the result of a scream that had been suppressed.
Her palms were forced open, and the witch's tongue had barbed tips.
Also licked it.
The barbs on Wu Zhu's tongue are thin and dense.
If it transforms into a dragon, it can easily scrape off large pieces of the enemy's skin and flesh.
But when the blood contract was in effect, Jiu Zhao could not do anything to him, and he could not hurt Jiu Zhao either.
The slender dragon tongue licked the injured palm, occasionally brushing over the swollen nail marks.
A faint pain intertwined with a distinct itching and numbness.
Again and again.
The frequency is consistent with what is going on in the mind.
It keeps accumulating like the sand washed up by the waves.
When the other self lying in Zhu Yan's arms gasped because he couldn't bear the excessive pleasure——
Jiu Zhao, who was watching coldly in reality, also felt a surge of anger.
If I continue to watch with my eyes closed, I'm afraid I'll go crazy.
…
Wu Zhu's counterattack is still shallow, and he cannot detect Jiu Zhao's psychological activities at every moment.
Just by relying on the sudden stiffness of the muscles under his tongue, he still had a good grasp of her emotions.
As the memory images projected in Jiu Zhao's mind became more and more intense, the demonic blood that had penetrated into the other party's heart also responded with joy.
Wu Zhu felt indescribably proud.
God knows how much he wanted to try this when he occasionally broke through the restrictions set by Jiu Zhao in his brain and "peeked" at the outside world.
Replace Zhu Yan.
Being embraced by her, being intimate with her.
Although Wu Shao had warned him that being an immortal was fine, being a demon and having unexplained palpitations around a woman would lead to a terrible end, he was only one step away from truly merging with Jiu Zhao - a little indulgence shouldn't be a big deal.
Wu Zhu still didn't understand why his heart was beating so frantically.
But that didn't stop him from being happy.
He had no experience, so he simply imitated Zhu Yan's actions in Jiu Zhao's memory, licking and kissing his palms, working harder and harder.
Until she was not paying attention for a moment, Jiu Zhao penetrated her mouth and pinched her tongue with his fingers.
He was blind and could not see the distorted expression on Jiu Zhao's face as his eyes were covered with red bloodshot.
He could hear her heavy breathing, which she tried to suppress but kept leaking out.
Looking at the young man wearing a sky-blue gown, who looked exactly like Zhu Yan from head to toe, Jiu Zhao was furious.
The heat of the Primordial Fire and the dryness fueled by her inner demons blended together, like earth scorched by the scorching sun, draining away all traces of rationality. Without a second thought, she conjured a barrier of immortal light, grabbed Wu Zhu's tongue, and pressed him against it.
“Like a dog, it’s a pleasure to lick it, isn’t it?
"A dignified demigod, the most formidable general beside the God of Sin Wu Shao, is actually so disgusting!"
While Jiu Zhao was cursing, he noticed that Wu Zhu's tongue wanted to retract, so he used his longest middle finger to push deep into his throat.
She pressed hard twice on the moist soft flesh, causing Wu Zhu's tongue to spasm and vomit.
A suffocating blush hit Zhu Yan's gorgeous face, the corners of his narrow eyes were half-folded, and his pupils were filled with water.
With Jiu Zhao's intervention, the erotic drama that occupied his mind was forced to interrupt.
All she could hear was Wu Zhu's continuous humming sounds as he couldn't swallow his saliva.
The shiny saliva overflowed from the corners of his lips and stained Jiu Zhao's entire palm.
A disgusting sticky feeling came over her, and the friction between her palm and the skin on her jaw added a gurgling sound to the noise that was bothering her.
"Change back to me quickly!"
She knitted her brows sinisterly and pressed down on Wu Zhu's throat once again. This kind of torture wouldn't harm his life, and the blood pact didn't provide any protection. "If you dare to tempt me with my parents and relatives again, I'll tear you into pieces!"
"Um, Zhao——"
Under coercion, Wu Zhu was unable to pronounce the words clearly and completely.
Jiu Zhao thought he was begging for mercy, so he leaned over to listen, but he still said the unyielding word "Zhao Niang".
court death!
Jiu Zhao was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him hard.
Due to the restriction of not causing harm, the blow to the young man's face lost its force, only making his already flushed face even more beautiful.
Using Zhu Yan's face, I created this divine expression—
It's simply unbearable to look at.
Jiu Zhao felt that he had only been in the Phoenix Tree for one day, and he was about to be driven crazy by Wu Zhu.
She couldn't be killed by any means, and she couldn't feel any pain from any beatings. Her bloodshot eyes stared for too long, and the flames burned them until they were swollen and painful.
When she lowered her head and blinked, her eyes inadvertently swept across the hem of the young man's clothes that she had overlooked.
She was stunned, and then her eyes widened because of helplessness.
Why.
Why, the torture I was doing just to vent my anger would make him more excited——
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